Chang'an has been quiet these days, Ning Que has also lived a very fulfilling time during this time, he has been practicing every day, shopping with Sangsang in his spare time, and usually taking Sangsang to Ye Zhiqiu's place to eat, this time is the happiest time he has had in these years, but unfortunately his fate will not be so smooth...

In the midst of the red sleeves, Ye Zhiqiu sat in Jane's room and looked at the paper in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Young Master Sangsang, I won't come back to sleep if I'm drunk today, you remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot" That's Ning Que's chicken soup sticker, but it's not the original.

Some time ago, Ye Zhiqiu felt as if he had forgotten something, but now the moment he saw the chicken soup sticker, he completely understood.

In the original book, because of the existence of the chicken soup sticker, the bookworm Mo Shanshan learned about Ning Que, and then it was a later thing, and now the chicken soup sticker has been born, and now it's too late to stop it.

Looking at the chicken soup sticker in his hand, Ye Zhiqiu was annoyed for a while, then let go of his hand and put down the post.

"Look, isn't it just a post, I'm a fart, I still don't believe it, I'm a traverser, or a host of the system, I'm not as short as a child?" Ye Zhiqiu thought unconvinced.

After figuring it out, Ye Zhiqiu stretched out, walked out of Jane's room, and came to the first floor of the Red Sleeve Move.

Looking at the noisy atmosphere around him, he is still a little impulsive, so every time he comes to play and leaves, so as not to hear what he shouldn't hear and see what he shouldn't see.

"Yo, isn't this our little Ye Gongzi? How? Leaving again, no longer staying around? Just as Ye Zhiqiu was about to leave, a woman on the side walked over slowly and said with a smile.

"Sister Shui Zhu'er, why are you here, haven't I had enough fun." Ye Zhiqiu said embarrassedly.

He couldn't stand this Shui Zhu'er, since the last time he saw him, every time he came to Red Sleeves to find Jian's family, Shui Zhu'er would come to tease him, and every time Ye Zhiqiu had to sneak over.

In this life, he is a pure little virgin, how can he stand the temptation of a beautiful woman like Shui Zhu'er, who often mingles in Fengyue places, so he avoids it every time.

"Ouch, Ye Gongzi is a distinguished guest of our Jane family, different from those poor scholars, Sister Shui Zhu'er, don't tease our Ye Gongzi." The girl next to Shui Zhu'er said with a smile.

Shui Zhu'er was not angry, but said to Ye Zhiqiu with a smile: "I'm just joking, I know that Xiao Ye Gongzi is not interested in us, but until he only wants to be famous and shake the world." ”

Ye Zhiqiu became more and more embarrassed by what Shui Zhu'er said, so he could only run out of the red sleeve trick.

Ye Zhiqiu's operation made the girls in the back laugh and leaned back.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an, looking at the hustle and bustle around him, Ye Zhiqiu sighed that the prosperity of Chang'an is about to catch up with the modern nightlife.

Walking and walking, he returned to Linforty-seventh Lane, and as soon as he got home, he saw Ning Que lying on his electric massage chair, enjoying it comfortably, and Sang Sang was still pressing his head on the side.

"You're going to enjoy it."

Hearing Ye Zhiqiu's voice, Ning Que opened his eyes and said embarrassedly, "Isn't this tired from cultivation, come and rest." ”

"Pull it, don't go back to sleep when you're tired, just say it if you want to sit in a massage chair, don't make excuses." Ye Zhiqiu said disdainfully.

"Haha, it's good to understand, don't say it." After saying that, he stood up.

"Come, let's compare." Ning Que opened his mouth again, and at the same time took the Pu knife in Sang Sang's hand.

"Fuck off, you're too weak, and you're not going to have the strength to fight." Ye Zhiqiu glanced at him and looked at him without hesitation.

Ning Que looked at him speechlessly, and said helplessly, "It's only a move, not a cultivation, I want to see if I have made progress in Dugu Jiujian." ”

"That's not interesting, how long have you been learning Dugu Nine Swords? Are you sure you're looking for abuse? Ye Zhiqiu asked with interest.

Ning Que didn't speak, but just told him with practical actions, only to see him walk to the middle of the street with a Pu knife, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu quietly.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu didn't talk nonsense, took a wooden sword, and walked over.

Ning Que watched Ye Zhiqiu come over with a wooden sword, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, and he said speechlessly, "You just take this thing and fight me?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu ignored him, and directly held the wooden sword and attacked Ning Que directly.

Ning Que saw Ye Zhiqiu attacking with a sword, and hurriedly raised the knife in front of his chest, trying to block Ye Zhiqiu's wooden sword, but saw that Ye Zhiqiu's move remained the same, but the sword edge turned, from straight to pick, directly picking Ning Que's knife.

Ning Que's reaction was not slow, the whole person retreated instantly, and at the same time provoked the Pu Dao that caught the flying, and at the same time made the third type of Dugu Nine Sword Breaking Knife Slash towards Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu used the broken knife style to attack Ning Que at the same time, only to see that Ning Que was perfectly taken by him no matter what angle he slashed at Ye Zhiqiu, and he also pierced Ning Que's clothes from time to time, and after a while, Ning Que's shirt was tattered by Ye Zhiqiu.

At the same time, he also had the leisure to guide Ning Que, "The sword-breaking style pays attention to the light to resist the heavy, the fast to control the slow, others make quick moves, you have to be faster than it, your swordsmanship is not fast enough, you still need to hone." ”

Ning Que saw that the Broken Knife Technique didn't work, so he changed his move and used the First General Technique to fight against Ye Zhiqiu.

The first general formula of Dugu Nine Swords pays attention to the ever-changing, mysterious and changeable, Ning Que has not fully mastered it at this time, and will only use one or two changes.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have to change his moves, he continued to use the broken knife style to fight fast and slow, and took Ning Que's moves one by one.

"The change of moves is not smooth, there are only one or two changes, what the hell are you practicing." Ye Zhiqiu made a move again and again, mocking.

Ning Que did not believe in evil and changed his move again, using the sword-breaking style, wanting to crack Ye Zhiqiu's move, and took the Pu knife that was knocked away by his sword, and the wooden sword was directly on his neck.

。。。

Ning Que looked at the wooden sword hanging around his neck, sighed softly, put aside the wooden sword, walked to the side and picked up the Pu knife, and sat on the threshold as if he was decadent.

"What, after a blow, this gives up?" Ye Zhiqiu continued to snort.

"No, I'm just thinking about my own shortcomings." Ning Que retorted.

Ye Zhiqiu walked up to him, hugged his neck, and said with a smile, "Not bad, yes, you can teach, you know how to reflect." ”

"And find a sword in the future, don't you feel panicked when you use the Dugu Nine Sword with a knife." He suggested

Ning Que brushed aside Ye Zhiqiu's hand, ignored him, closed his eyes, and continued to reflect.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't bother him anymore, turned his head to Sang Sang on the side and said, "Sang Sang, you see that your young master was beaten by me and autistic, don't you come to comfort and comfort him?" ”

"No, the young master will not be autistic, although the young master can't beat you now, but he will definitely win you in the future." Sang Sang swore that she believed in her young master.

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes, this guy is really lucky, he has such a little maid who believes in him, it would be nice if I had such a maid as well, of course I can't be a black girl like Sangsang, if I can find a little maid at the level of the world's three idiots, it would be more comfortable.

"Do you want to turn Dao idiot Ye Hongyu and Lu Chenjia over as maids one day?" I also thought about it cheaply.

But it's just a matter of thinking about it, with Ye Hongyu's pride, how can it be possible to be a maid for others, Ye Zhiqiu shook his head vigorously, wanting to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

After a while, Ning Que stood up and said to Ye Zhiqiu, "What obscene things are you thinking about?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and lay down on the massage chair.

Ning Queye didn't leave, but ran over and continued to say to him, "Do you know the Prince of Longqing in Xiling?"

"You know, what's wrong?"

"What do you think of this person?"

"It's a good young man, but it's a pity that his luck is not good, and his personality is not good."

Ning Que looked at Ye Zhiqiu speechlessly, he was a genius in Xiling, a famous figure in the whole world, but he became a young man with bad luck and bad personality here.

"He is the prince of Xiling, a genius who is about to enter the fate, are you sure you are talking to you about a person?" Ning Que said helplessly.

"Fate? Is it strong, you asked him to come and try to drag one with me? Minutes call him a man. Ye Zhiqiu still said disdainfully.