"Little friend, this is ......"

"Call me young master!"

The corners of Wuyazi's mouth twitched, and the internal force gathered his legs and moved with difficulty.

Looking at the scholarly white robe in front of him, with his hands behind his back, Zhao Linglong, who was personable, said without replying.

The heart said, "Can't you pity the old man?"

"Young Master, what kind of place is this?"

"My ......"

Your uncle, you didn't say it.

Wu Yazi is about to collapse, although the internal force in his body is extremely strong, strong enough to support him for several years.

However, it is not a problem to consume it like this.

Fortunately, when I finally arrived at the hall, a person who looked like a housekeeper in his fifties or sixties greeted him: "Young master, why did you bring a beggar back." ”

Beggar your uncle!!

No cliff is about to spurt blood.

Zhao Linglong looked at the housekeeper's eyes that hated iron but not steel: "This is my newly accepted nursing home, housekeeper, you go and arrange it." ”

When the housekeeper heard this, he was anxious, grabbed Zhao Linglong, who was about to leave, and persuaded him bitterly: "Young master, have you been deceived?" This is obviously a beggar, how can he be a nurse. ”

"No, I'm the young master, I'll have the final say." Zhao Linglong said with a dark face.

"Young master, you rob the house, no, the money for robbing the rich and helping the poor is almost gone, you can stop."

The housekeeper hugged Zhao Linglong's arm, snot and tears.

"Let go, don't you see that this guy is crippled?"

Zhao Linglong pushed the butler's head, damn it, Lao Tzu's newly changed clothes.

"Young master, you are stupid, you bought it back knowing that it was a cripple, are you lacking in heart."

The housekeeper hugged his waist and didn't let go.

"You're enough, butler, are you doing this? Don't think that if your daughter is beautiful, I won't dare to hit you. ”

"Young master, you really still think about my daughter, I sent her out to manage the Hero Building."

"I ......"

At this time, standing aside for a long time, some of the unsupportable Wuyazi became angry: "Enough, do you have an old man like me in your eyes." Do you know how painful it is to be standing with disabled legs? ”

Zhao Linglong and the housekeeper turned their heads and looked at the crumbling Wuyazi.

"Shut up!"

"Dare to be a slave!"

Wu Yazi looked at the housekeeper with a dark face, your uncle, you are Diao slave, is there anyone who says that the young master lacks heart and eyes?

"Okay, let's go without a cliff, no, let's call it Lao Ya in the future, uh, old duck, well, take the old duck to rest for a while."

Zhao Linglong saw the opportunity to escape, leaving behind the housekeeper with a bad face and the unscrupulous Wuyazi with a tangled face.

"Old duck, isn't it......"

Your uncle, you're an old duck.

"The old man has no cliffs."

The corners of Wu Yazi's mouth twitched, and his face was full of black lines of explanation.

The housekeeper glared: "The young master said that if you call you an old duck, you will call it an old duck, dare to talk back?" ”

The corners of Wuyazi's eyes squeezed: "You say it again?" ”

"Old duck, why, do you dare to do it? I am loyal to the young master, you dare to do it. ”

The housekeeper said with disdain on his face.

"You try one more sentence?".

Wu Yazi's face was even darker.

"Old Duck ......"

The housekeeper said.

"You, you try to say it again!"

No cliff roared.

"Old duck."

The housekeeper was dismissive.

"You...... You ......"

"Old duck!"

Wu Yazi blushed, fell to the ground with a pop, looked at the housekeeper angrily, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

The housekeeper was startled and hid far away: "I said you're enough, don't pretend to be dead, I didn't touch you." ”

"You ......"

"Let me tell you, the young master has taught me the skill of touching porcelain, and I am more skilled than you."

"I ......"

"You should at least bring some relatives and friends, who will testify to you if you don't have a group of relatives and friends."

"I didn't ......"

"Get up on your own, and I will not help you, so that you may not depend on me."

The butler swooped and ran away.

Wuyazi was dumbfounded, lying on the ground without tears, and his heart was in despair: "Your uncle, I want to say that my internal strength can't support it." ”

"Grandma's legs, who are these?"

He began to wonder if he had made the right choice to come here, and was very confused for a while: "He is the mother! ”

Pointing to the butler's back, Wu Yazi scolded angrily.

The housekeeper shuddered and turned around: "Scolding, right?" ”

Wu Yazi: "His mother." ”

The housekeeper lifted his robe, and his face was solemn: "Fuck your uncle." ”

Wu Yazi: 'His mother's. ’

Butler: "Dry--mother!" ”

Poof!

Wuyazi rolled his eyes and fainted.

Backyard, gazebo, fish pond.

Zhao Linglong sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, his eyes closed, and cultivated the Divine Foot Sutra.

Fang Ruonan sat quietly in the gazebo, holding his chin, his eyes flashing, staring at Zhao Linglong's back.

She touched the thing on her chest with one jade hand, looked hesitant, and finally sighed and didn't take it out.

Zhao Linglong opened his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the more and more majestic internal force of the dantian, stood up, and a set of Taizu long fists skillfully punched out, tiger and tiger, mixed with the surging murderous aura of the battlefield, it looked quite invincible.

Then, he turned his fist into a palm, his expression was solemn, and a set of dragon palms came out, although he was proficient, but he was not very powerful, this was not practiced at home.

If it is Qiao Feng, with one palm, it will be accompanied by the sound of a dragon's groan, and it can condense the water vapor in the air, and form a dragon shape with internal force, and the attack power is extremely powerful.

But Zhao Linglong is only proficient in palm techniques and has mastered the technique of force, which can be used as a beginner, and his power is not very strong. It can't even compare to the Taizu Long Fist in his hand.

The dragon palm is an external palm technique, which pays attention to the external power from the outside to the inside, and the divine power is self-generated. In addition to being proficient in cultivation, this kind of palm technique must also be persevering and constantly fighting in order to make rapid progress.

After practicing a few times, Zhao Linglong sighed slightly, and walked over.

Fang Ruonan stood up, looked at him and chuckled: "Ah Long, why are you unhappy, I see that your strength has improved very quickly." ”

Zhao Linglong glanced at Fang Ruonan and said with a wry smile: "What do you know, although this dragon descending palm is powerful, if it is a heroic character with a heroic personality, the cultivation will naturally get twice the result with half the effort, but my character is not suitable for this set of palm techniques, and it humiliates his prestige." ”

Zhao Linglong is right, how can an otaku be heroic?

Therefore, after getting the Dragon Descending Palm, although he is extremely proficient, he can't exert the power he should have.

Even if he practices to the end of his life, he can't beat Qiao Feng, this is the matching degree of personality and martial arts.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Ah Long, the four wicked people are rushing here, what do you want to do if you stay in Gusu City?"

Fang Ruonan diverted the topic, not wanting to see Zhao Linglong unhappy. After a month of getting along, her opinion of Zhao Linglong changed little by little. She understood that Zhao Linglong was not a righteous gentleman, but sometimes his methods were obscene, and the four evildoers were beyond his reach. But it has its own bottom line, which is incomprehensible.

Because of this, she became more and more curious about Zhao Linglong, and a strange thought also rose in her heart.

Even sometimes, lying on the bed, looking at the empty half of the bed, I sighed with some emotion: "If it wasn't a pretended couple, how good would it be?" ”

Before this time, Fang Ruonan felt a little panicked in his heart.

Looking at the bitter frowning appearance of the man in front of him, Fang Ruonan touched the things on his chest again, hesitating.

"Wait for someone!"

Zhao Linglong didn't notice Fang Ruonan's strange appearance, his eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness and said: "Damn, those four guys have been chasing Lao Tzu for so long, and they haven't given up, I naturally have to wait for them to come and teach them a lesson." ”

Fang Ruonan's heart was worried when he heard this: "Ah Long, we are not their opponents now, it is better for me to inform the ...... in the sect."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Linglong looking at it with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Fang Ruonan's heart tightened, and his face was full of bitterness.

"Of course, I'm also waiting for Zoroastrianism, you, the orphan of the previous sect leader, are in my hands, so I naturally want to see what you Zoroastrians are going to do?"

"Aaron, if you don't believe me, Ruonan won't hurt you."

Looking at the bitterness on the corner of Fang Ruonan's mouth, Zhao Linglong smiled bitterly in his heart, but his gaze was extremely firm: "I know you won't harm me, but you can leave, why did you stay and follow me?" ”

"I ......"

Fang Baihua stared at Zhao Linglong's suspicious gaze, feeling bitter in her heart, and she was about to say her inner thoughts as soon as she was excited.

But......

How did you open your mouth with that kind of talk?

Besides, if you belong to Zoroastrianism, how can you decide your own future.

A trace of guilt flashed in Zhao Linglong's heart, and he turned his head and walked out, but he was entangled in his heart: "Baihua, it's not that I don't believe you, I just don't believe the forces behind you." ”

"Countless novels have taught me that the forces behind beautiful women are often brain-dead and do things without brains."

"That's why I won't go back to Xiaojing Lake and don't look for Brother Qiao. I'm afraid of causing trouble to Brother Qiao and Ah Zi. ”

"After all, in this world, Brother Qiao and them are really the same as my relatives."

Zhao Linglong came to the Hero Building with a complicated mind, sat silently in a corner, and watched Su Xinghe's apprentice standing in the middle of the platform, dressed in a cyan robe, with an excited speech on his face, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

"In other words, Yanqing failed to compete for the throne, his legs were abolished, his vocal cords were also problematic, and he was even more disfigured, and if he continued like this, his life would be over. That night, he begged Tianlong Temple to no avail, and the heavy rain poured down, and he was grief-stricken and wanted to live this life. Unexpectedly, a woman in white appeared, and the woman was as beautiful as a flower, extremely noble, and she ......"

Zhao Linglong listened very seriously, smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and drank a little wine: "Duan Yanqing, Lao Tzu, this can be regarded as a good deed, let you know that you have a son alive." Hehe, I don't know what your expression will be at that time? ”

"And that Ye Erniang, hehe, I'm looking forward to your arrival."

In a humble restaurant hundreds of miles away from Gusu City, four strange-shaped villains sat quietly in a corner, listening to the surrounding martial arts people discussing the deeds of the Hero Building. When he heard about Duan Yanqing's past, he was led by a terrifying-looking old man, with a fierce face, and his eyes flashed with evil anger and looked at Gusu City.