After Lame Qiyi finished speaking, Nanqiang showed a smile and approached the man and loosened his shoulders and wrists.

Nanqiang was stunned, panting tiredly. The lame Seven Winds stood there lightly: "After listening to it for so long, you don't know it at all?" ”

Nanqiang drooped his head, frowned with some frustration, and sighed.

"I've seen people with poor qualifications, but I've never seen people with qualifications as bad as you."

Nanqiang raised his head and looked at the lame and straight figure.

He didn't seem to be sarcastic, he just told the truth.

Nanqiang sat down on the ground, and didn't forget to stretch out his leg and kick the sweaty man lying on the ground.

The man lying on the ground was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, his face was pale, and he whimpered for a long time, and when Nanqiang got tired of it, he directly threatened to cut off his tongue to be honest.

Lame Seven then said, "No, then learn simple." ”

The implication is that if there is no diamond, do not do ceramic work.

"I will, I will." Nanqiang got up and just wanted to pat Lame Seven on the shoulder, but Lame Seven turned to the side and took a step forward.

Nanqiang was high-spirited and poured on the acupuncture points on the man's body, and when he was annoyed, he directly used brute force to make the man scream.

Lame Seven looked calm: "Come again." ”

Until he tossed for more than an hour, Nanqiang was sweating profusely, panting and holding his waist: "No, no, no." ”

The lame seven pressed the fury in his heart, and watched Nanqiang sit back on the stool weakly and pulled a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

Saying that your poor qualifications are all compliments to Nanqiang, and it is also, the military generals of the Nanhuai Palace, Princess Changning had outstanding martial arts when she was young, and now the King of Nanhuai is also a character, and even the county lord of Zhaoyang has the style of Princess Changning when she was young.

The lame Qiliang said for a long time: "I heard that there are only four young ladies in the Nanhuai Palace, who don't practice martial arts, but only know a little about self-defense. ”

Nanqiang wolfed down a chicken leg and nodded.

Lame Seven continued: "Then the entire Nanhuai Palace, except for the fourth young lady, I am afraid that even the martial arts of a subordinate are better than yours." ”

Lame Qi's words were clearly mockery, and Nanqiang shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "What you said is wrong, my mother doesn't know martial arts." There is also Lao Liangtou, his martial arts are not as good as mine, and Mama Mu's martial arts are not necessarily powerful, but they can make people arouse, and if you calculate it carefully, I am not the one at the bottom at most. ”

Nan Qiang said this with confidence, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Lame Seven took a deep breath: "The skin is also thick. If you can't learn it within three days, then learn something else, I don't have time to spend it with you. ”

Lame Seven glanced at the man on the ground, walked over and stretched out a bamboo pole and stuck it in the man's throat.

Nan Qiang's eyelids raised: "You killed him, how can I practice." ”

"He knows who you are, and it's a scourge to keep him."

"You know that, too." Nanqiang didn't seem to have intended to say a word, and the lame seven were stunned for a moment, and then said lightly: "I won't harm you." ”

Nanqiang handed a pot of peach blossom brew to Lame Seven, and stretched the tail note: "Who knows, maybe one day my little life will be folded in your hands." ”

"If I wanted your life, your first seven would have passed."

Lame Seven used a bamboo pole to pry open the jar of peach blossom brew: "Remember to deal with it, it will still be at noon tomorrow." ”

"Baiteng Pavilion is chasing closely, what if my little life can't survive tonight, I'm learning martial arts from you now, how can you be considered half of my master, you can't see death if your apprentice is hunted down, right?"

"I don't have the blessing to be your master, Baiteng Pavilion and your grievances, I can't control it, if you don't come tomorrow, I will sacrifice you an incense."

Nanqiang watched the lame seven walk away, Nanqiang stared at the people on the ground, there was no trace of blood on the ground, but the bamboo pole was pressed lightly, and he died, Nanqiang raised his head and patted the greasy in his hand.

At dusk, Nanqiang wandered back to the prosperous streets of Kyoto, passed through the village, Nanqiang sneaked into the chicken coop, grabbed a chicken and squatted on the ground to break bones and tendons.

When the people in the house heard the movement, they ran out empty, approached the chicken coop and looked down, and saw that a chicken was lying on the ground, with a low clucking sound in its mouth, as if it had lost its breath.

Nanqiang had a lot of chicken fluff in his hair, and when he returned to the door of the inn, he saw the lively chicken in the chicken coop at the door of the kitchen of the inn, Nanqiang had itchy hands again, and in less than half a cup of tea, Nanqiang clapped his hands and walked into the inn.

The kitchen guy just boiled the water and came out to see that he was surprised and surprised, Nanqiang listened to the little guy's scolding and picked up the last chicken feather on his body.

As soon as the night fell, Nanqiang knocked on Huaiqing's door with a pot of wine.

Huaiqing's room was empty, Nanqiang walked around in Huaiqing's room, waited for half an hour, and when Huaiqing entered the house and saw Nanqiang's peach blossom eyes smiling like a fox, his heart was furious.

Nanqiang's voice seemed to be smiling: "Little Taoist, recently the master has seen that you are very busy, which girl is this fanciing, running so diligently every day, is she going to Gentle Township?" ”

Huaiqing rolled his eyes: "I have already returned the room of the inn, hurry up and pack up, the carriage is waiting downstairs." ”

Nanqiang turned around, looked at Huaiqing's big pieces of cloth, and stuffed his eating guys and treasures into it, knowing that Huaiqing was right.

"Where are you going?"

Nanqiang reacted for a moment: "I won't leave Kyoto, you have to go by yourself." ”

Huaiqing took away the sword engraved with gossip runes, Huaiqing once said that this was the long sword left by his ancestor to ward off evil spirits.

"Not leaving?" Huaiqing looked at Nanqiang.

"Don't go."

Huaiqing smiled: "Well, I just got a house a few days ago, you live here, I'll leave first." ”

Huaiqing patted the back of Nan Qiang's hand, Nan Qiang's eyes rolled, and he immediately ran out: "Bai Zhi!" ”

At that time, Bai Zhi cleaned the house inside and out with water, tired and panting, Bai Zhi sat on the steps, looking at the bright moon high.

The next morning, Nanqiang saw Huaiqing standing in the courtyard early in the morning, and the morning light fell on Huaiqing's face, with a poor nose and thin lips, and the temperament of a deep and elegant son should be nothing more than that.

"Dip the flowers and enjoy the butterflies, the flowers should be drunk, and the heart is full of ......" Huaiqing was deeply affectionate.

"Moaning without illness, a sour master." Nanqiang rolled his eyes and hit Huaiqing with his shoulder.

Huaiqing was dumbfounded, and pointed at Nan Qiang's back for a moment: "You don't understand the reckless man of elegance!" ”

Nanqiang went out after breakfast, and soon Huaiqing also took the dinner guy to the street to set up a fortune telling.

Huaiqing's eating tools are extremely simple, borrowing a stool table from the stall next door, gossip white cloth is spread, and the stool is inserted with a signboard hanging cloth, which is neither shouting nor wooing, but the business is getting better day by day.

Huaiqing waved his stall, shook his sleeves, straightened his back and pinched his fingers there as if he was thinking.

When Huaiqing saw Nanqiang passing by with two pots of wine in one hand and roast chicken in the other, Huaiqing's hand was slightly stiff, and he took a long breath when Nanqiang passed.

When you meet Nanqiang at the opening, you will make money in vain eight or nine times out of ten, which is Huaiqing's heartfelt words.

Huaiqing raised his eyebrows and watched Nanqiang drift away, and his heart was relieved.

"Dao Chief, can you exorcise evil spirits?"

Huaiqing coughed coldly, looked at the woman in front of him with a solemn face, the woman was dressed, and Huaiqing's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible perfunctory.