Here the monk and the fat man are fighting to compete with the girl first, you say, I say, I have made a lot of trouble, and the idlers who are watching laugh and coax: "Your brother and son will compete first, who wins!" The monk said, "Okay, old man, let's have fun!" "It's a punch. The fat man turned his head sideways and punched back. The monk made Shaolin Luohan boxing, and the fat man made five elements boxing, all of which were outer kung fu. The monk is high and low, and his skills are convenient. The fat man is a heavy man with fists and feet, don't look at his old age, he is actually a powerful move. Fighting to the division, the monk went straight forward, bang bang, hammered several punches in the fat man's waist, the fat man snorted a few times, endured the pain, raised his right fist high, like a giant hammer will come down, is hammering on the monk's bald head. The monk couldn't stand it, sat on the ground with his buttocks, shook slightly, and suddenly took out the ring knife from the monk's robe, and swung the knife to the fat man's calf.

The crowd shouted.

The fat man jumped up to avoid it, stretched out his waist and pumped it, the iron whip in his hand, it turned out that both of them had hidden blades. In the blink of an eye, the knife came and went, the whip went to the knife, and the killing was so lively. Everyone applauded, but they couldn't help retreating, but they were afraid that the weapon would have no eyes and hurt themselves by mistake. Mu Yi walked up to the two of them and said loudly, "Stop, two." This is the land of the capital master, and you can't use a knife or a gun. "Those two can kill sex, where can they pay attention to him? Mu Yi suddenly bullied forward, kicked the monk's ring knife out of his hand, grabbed the head of the iron whip, and grabbed it, the fat man couldn't hold it, so he had to let go. Mu Yi threw the iron whip into the ground. The monk and the fat man didn't dare to say much, so they each picked up their blades and burrowed into the crowd.

Yang Tiexin, who was alias Mu Yi, continued to greet a few times, but no one dared to compete anymore.

At that moment, the father and daughter both showed disappointment, and wanted to pull up the flagpole and turn away. Unbeknownst to him, at this moment, a young man leading a little red horse suddenly turned in the distance.

The young man was heroic and vigorous, although he was wearing a sheepskin cotton jacket, but he did not show the slightest rustic, and noticed that there was a martial arts competition here, and a pair of eyes crossed a little curiosity, and stepped forward.

In the martial arts recruitment venue, Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci's father and daughter saw this young man coming, and their eyes were slightly condensed.

I just felt like I had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and dozens of servants surrounded a dumbfounded young man riding his horse.

The young man was riding on a horse, with a bit of sluggishness between his eyebrows, which made people know at a glance that he was a man who didn't have many hearts.

Behind him, there was a sedan chair that was clustered around, and when he got to the front of the tournament venue, the road ahead of the team was blocked.

"Hey, you all get out of the way, my mother is leaving." The stupid young man rode on a horse and gave orders to Yang Tiexin's father and daughter.

Hearing what the young man said, and then looking at the team behind him, everyone dispersed one after another, but Yang Tiexin's father and daughter and others didn't have time to clean up for a while.

Seeing this, Guo Jing, who was holding the little red horse, hurriedly stepped forward to help clean up.

After a short time, the road was made way for their group.

But after such a wall, the team that was originally moving forward inevitably came to a standstill, and in the soft sedan car, a soft and beautiful voice sounded:

"Son, what's going on?"

As he spoke, a slender hand raised and lifted the curtain of the soft sedan chair, revealing it. When the young man on the horse heard this, he turned his head and said:

"Mother, it's okay, it's just that someone is recruiting relatives in a martial arts competition, blocking the road, and the children have already let them get out of the way."

"That's good." The car door fell again, and in a flash, a beautiful woman in her thirties showed her face in front of everyone.

Yang Tiexin, Guo Jing, Mu Nianci and others had already retreated to one side, their eyes caught the beautiful woman in the sedan chair, their figures couldn't help but tremble, and said in their hearts: How is this person so similar to my person, is it really her?

Yang Tiexin didn't say anything, after dispersing the people who stood in the way, the young man and the servants around him hugged the soft sedan chair and walked all the way into the distance.

After a short time, it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Swish!

Guo Jing grabbed a spectator on the side, pointed to the team in the distance, and asked, "Dare to ask this brother, where is this son sacred?" ”

"Oh." The big man in the short coat was pulled by Guo Jing, he wanted to be angry, but he couldn't break free, knowing that most of this young man had practiced martial arts, he explained, "You don't know this, the one who just left is the little prince of Zhao Wangfu, and the princess of Zhao Wangfu is in the soft sedan chair, the princess believes in Buddhism, and she has to go to the temple every few days to offer incense." ”

"I see." Hearing the name of King Zhao, Guo Jing nodded thoughtfully and let go of the big man, "Thank you for your advice." ”

"Thank you little brother for your help." At this moment, Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, father and daughter, also stepped forward, and Yang Tiexin thanked Guo Jing.

Guo Jing said indifferently: "Uncle is serious, but it's just a gesture." As he spoke, he took the little red horse and wanted to go to the inn.

Yang Tiexin had a good impression of this heroic young man, and invited him to live in the inn where he stayed, but the young man couldn't shirk it and followed Yang Tiexin's father and daughter.

After a while, all the people who had gathered dispersed.

Above the restaurant, Zhu Hefeng saw that everyone had dispersed, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and his smile was full of a deep meaning that others could not understand.

………………

"Junior, Guo Jing."

In the inn, after Yang Tiexin's father and daughter returned with Guo Jing, they asked him for his name. Guo Jing booked a room and stayed temporarily, and in the room, he said to Yang Tiexin's father and daughter.

Guo Jing?

Hearing this name, Yang Tiexin's father and daughter were shocked, jumped up from their chairs, and looked at him in disbelief.

"Then I don't know what Lingzun's name is?" After being silent for a long time, Yang Tiexin stabilized his mind and asked in a deep voice.

"This?" Hearing Yang Tiexin inquire about his father's name, Guo Jing couldn't help but feel a little wary in his heart.

Seeing Guo Jing's guarded face, Yang Tiexin took a deep breath, grabbed one of Guo Jing's hands, and asked, "Is your father's name Guo Xiaotian, and your mother's name is Li Ping?" ”

Swish! Hearing Yang Tiexin say this, Guo Jing's face changed slightly, and he said, "How do you know the names of my parents, who are you?" ”

Say, secretly do your luck!

Seeing this, Yang Tiexin no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "Of course I know, because eighteen years ago, I had a name called Yang Tiexin!" ”

Yang Tiexin!

Guo Jing was shocked when he heard Mu Yi's real name, and exclaimed, "You are Uncle Yang?" ”

"No, it's impossible, my mother said that my father and Uncle Yang are already dead!"

"Whew!" Yang Tiexin took a deep breath and laughed at himself with a sad expression, "Eighteen years ago, I thought I was dead, but I didn't know that I was alive again." ”

"Back then, my eldest brother and I named my sister-in-law and the child in the weak belly Guo Jing Yang Kang."

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