The big and small men who were practicing the whole martial arts on the side slowly gathered around, Wu Yi saw several pairs of vinegar bowl big fists squeaking, and the strong man who was like a black bear threw the shield far away, turned around and twisted his neck, and the joints of his body exploded, staring at Wu Yi like looking at a chicken shivering in the cold wind of a winter night.

"I'm not looking for you... I'm just just hanging out。。。。。。 "Wu Yi is embarrassed, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, God knows if these barbarians in front of them take their noble son-in-law seriously.

The delicate little Lori, whose face was flushed, heard this, and slowly relaxed her clenched fists. Wu Yi's heart was relieved, and he said embarrassedly, "That... Can you tell me to dance lightly... Is it Miss Biao, where is it now?" his relaxed fists clenched heavily, "Wu Yi!" Xiaolan's willow eyebrows stood up like a fried hen, "I'm going to beat you up! Big deal, I... I'll be a nun!"

In a group of hostile eyes, Wu Yi fled, Gao Shuaifu always makes people envious, jealous and hateful no matter where he is, especially Gao Shuaifu, who is recognized as a scum and has zero combat effectiveness, can be said to be disgusted by everyone and a rat crossing the street.

Brother doesn't care about you, brother just wanted to apologize to the injured cousin when he left, just don't let me go, is it necessary to make such a big spur? Wu Yi muttered aggrievedly while fleeing.

Aunt Ping has to go to eat every day, it seems that there is a huge grandfather's mansion, and only there is a welcome to herself.

Following the familiar winding path, thinking about the delicious food cooked by Aunt Ping, my heart was slightly hot, and my steps involuntarily became brisk, and I was able to get to Aunt Ping's courtyard quickly, and heard a burst of laughter and laughter in the courtyard.

was hesitating whether to go in, and a young woman wearing a water-red dress broke out of the round arch of the small courtyard, the most striking thing was the skirt on her body. On the fair-skinned and round oval face, a pair of smart big eyes with eye waves, and short ear-length hair with a little natural and slight curl, revealing capable and shrewd elegance.

The next move of the beautiful young woman subverted Wu Yi's cognition, and when she saw Wu Yi at first glance, her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new continent. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, his slender waist is twisted, his left foot is used as the fulcrum, and his right leg is picked up by the wind, and finding Wu Yi's head silently is a side kick. "Hula", the tip of his toe almost rubbed the tip of Wu Yi's nose, and the hem of the red skirt brushed his face. Frightened, he almost sat on the ground.

"Third brother, you are still such a weak rookie, with your small body, the wind of Yumen will blow you down." No, I have to go to the old ancestor and talk to me, just let me go to the Jade Gate." You embarrass our old Wu family like this, don't bully people when you can get it, cry your nose, and come back, then you will be embarrassed and lose your hair!"

The young woman in red stared at Wu Yi who was trembling with disdain, "Call Third Sister, don't beat you!" I couldn't help but say that I grabbed Wu Yi's shoulders and carried him to the courtyard, shouting in a loud voice as she walked: "The new Wu Men Order has arrived! No one should avoid it as soon as possible!" A bunch of female dependents in the courtyard who are fat and thin, and who are ringing and wearing jingling are laughing like flowers. Except for Aunt Ping, who was standing quietly on the periphery with a quiet smile, the others didn't know, and with the purpose of saying more stuffing, he just smirked without saying a word.

"Poor third brother, didn't dare to go to Yumen, frightened?" said a thirteen or fourteen-year-old yellow-haired girl on the side, her little nose still wrinkled. "No, no, second aunt, we have to beg the ancestor and the second uncle, don't let the third brother do that jade gate order, he is stupid, don't make a big fool and come back, it's not fun." ”

Between pretending to be deaf and dumb and pretending to be stupid, I finally figured out that the violent woman in the red dress is the eldest daughter of the third uncle of the master craftsman, and she has already married a wife, but she is like a boy. The naïve yellow-haired girl is the daughter of the fifth aunt, that is, the Zhao county lord of the Liang Palace. And the graceful and luxurious woman in the middle is the second aunt, the main wife of Wu Ruiyan, the household servant. The contradictory and discordant feeling of being in a crowd that you are so familiar with and unfamiliar to them is very entangled, like experiencing the horror of a thief who is stealing and may be caught at any time.

Aunt Ping's carefully cooked lunch became the biggest highlight of this small family banquet, and the sixth sister said with longing that she would live in Aunt Ping's courtyard in the future, and all meals would be eaten here. The cheerful personalities of the third sister and the sixth cousin infected the depressed Wu Yi, and the brotherhood inadvertently revealed was sincere and strong.

After eating and drinking enough, a donation ceremony was also held, and the second aunt, fifth aunt, third sister-in-law, third sister and sixth sister took out a few Cheng Yi, as well as a bunch of jewelry, saying that it was a meeting gift for the future third young master's daughter-in-law. Half ashamed and half ashamed, the sincerity of his relatives made him feel that he was a villain in vain, and there was no imaginary deception at all, the Wu family was a family with a simple family style, and there was no darkness in the palace fighting film and television drama at all.

During the luncheon, Wu Yi learned that Mr. Zhang, who was finally called away by his grandmother at the sect meeting, was a great figure. The origin of this person has always been a mystery, according to the old man in the house, when the old Shun King was there, Mr. Zhang appeared in the house, when the old man was alive, he respected and trusted him very much, and he participated in major events of the Wu family, and it was by no means a role in playing soy sauce and receiving a box lunch.

This letter has not been exhausted after forty years, and it is said that Mr. Zhang was forty or fifty years old when he first arrived in Fuzhong, and the wind and frost of forty years have not left any traces on him.

Wu Yi is full of interest, if he can find someone who is a master of the Tao and teach himself two hands。。。。。。 After the luncheon, bidding farewell to the lively female dependents, especially after getting rid of the pestering yellow haired girl and the sixth sister, Wu Yi sneakily came to an inconspicuous courtyard in the Wu Mansion, waved his hand to signal the little girl who led the way to retreat, knocked lightly on the door, and said loudly, "The third son of the Wu family asks to see Mr. Zhang." ”

The small lacquer door with the fragrance of logs opened without wind, and an ethereal voice that seemed to come from Wu Duan echoed in his ears, "Since you are here, it is fate, the third young master, please use a cup of tea before leaving." ”

Entering the small courtyard, as if entering another world, the varnish door isolates the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the grandfather's mansion outside the wall, a rugged rockery in the middle of the courtyard does not look very high, look up, but it seems to be integrated with the distant mountain, the looming hall steps behind the rockery are between the mountain streams, and the illusion of space that is far away and near makes him immersed in a vague feeling that seems to be real.

It seems that it has been a long time, and it seems that in an instant, Wu Yi finally walked in the living room, saw the ancient black teapot and white teacup on the table, and couldn't help but pour himself a cup, and when he tasted the charm of the tea, he thought about it in his heart.

The identity of the old gentleman is really difficult to locate, the retainer, the strategist, the hermit, Wu Yi didn't know how to see him, so he had to give a long bow to the voice, "Today, Xiao Wu is here to resign, but I ask Mr. to teach in person!" There was silence in the room for a while, and for a long time, Mr. Zhang's elegant voice sounded slowly, "A drink and a peck, it is not predetermined, the origin and fate are extinguished, and the flowers fall to dust." "Anyway, there was no more sound.

Wu Yi had no choice but to say goodbye and leave, this old guy knew that he would play tricks for me. But a master is a master, this forced pretending is really good, the courtyard seems to be a gossip maze array, the fantasy space that seems to be far away and near feels real and illusory, at least it is better than the trickery of a certain qigong master on the earth.