The brocade-clothed boy was about to stuff the embroidered shoe into his arms, but he didn't know what he thought, and threw the shoe back into the hands of the girl in red.

Even though he turned around and was about to leave, he obviously had no intention of marrying the girl.

The people in the audience couldn't help but talk a lot, and Guo Jing seemed to wake up, jumped directly on the stage, and stopped the brocade boy.

"Hey, this son, if you win this Mu girl, you should marry her, what's the point if you leave now."

"Hehe, joke." The brocade-clothed boy completely ignored Guo Jing's obstruction, and was about to leave when he bypassed him.

"You can't go, you can't go, you have to marry this girl." Guo Jing grabbed the man's arm.

The son was not annoyed, "If you want to marry, you can marry, why are you pulling me?" ”

"Ah, no, no, no, it's you who want to marry, not me, although Miss Mu is very good, but ......" Guo Jing hesitated, not knowing what to say.

The brocade-clothed boy smiled disdainfully, and he broke free to leave, Guo Jing reacted suddenly.

"No, no, you can't go." His stubborn temperament followed his mother, hugging the boy's leg and not letting him leave.

The people in the audience couldn't help but admire Guo Jing's chivalrous heart, and even Ying Tianxing couldn't help but be impressed by the stupidity of his stupid son.

The only one present who was indifferent to this was the so-called father of the girl Mu who lowered his head, who should have been the host of this contest and the father of this woman, so it should not be so indifferent.

The brocade-clothed boy was also angry when he was so entangled by Guo Jing, and the two fought after a while.

Today's Guo Jing is very different from the original version, he has increased a lot in strength after practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, although the time is still short, but he also has another internal strength practice, which is a family kung fu, and the masters don't ask much, but he has always only regarded it as a way to sleep, which not only refreshes him, but also makes him strong and strong.

The two complement each other, and the strength is greatly increased.

The brocade-clothed boy who hit every punch and every palm could only avoid it, and the boy secretly thought that he had only heard that there was the fourth master of the Li family, Li Xuanba, who had natural divine power, could it be that there was such a person in the world.

Between dodging and dodging, the boy seemed to understand something.

Suddenly, I saw that his hand was tight, and his palm was a claw, and he grabbed it towards Guo Jing's head, and at this time, a whisk of dust entangled the hand he was about to fall, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, sure enough.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, with long hair and short beard, and a serious face, seems to have a true way.

He is the one of the Quanzhen Sect kings.

"Are you Senior Qiu's brother?" He saw that the brocade-clothed boy had Quanzhen Sect kung fu, and since the Quanzhen Sect was forced by Tianxiao Pavilion to swear to close the mountain, except for those lay disciples who did not enter the Quanzhen Sect, the Quanzhen Sect disciples would no longer go down to Zhongnan Mountain.

In Kyoto, there is only the person who competed eighteen years later that Senior Brother Qiu accepted.

"Yes, after finishing Yan Kang, it is Qiu Daochang's apprentice, I don't know which uncle is in front of him."

Wanyan, sure enough, no wonder the senior brother always kept silent about his lay disciple, it turned out that he was a golden man.

However, now Senior Brother Qiu is forced not to meddle in worldly affairs, at most he can only go down the mountain every year to teach this apprentice, the originally jealous and hateful senior brother can't interfere with the human fight, this eighteen years later, the competition is the last time he fights with others, and he must not let the senior brother down.

"I Am ......"

"Little prince, are you okay?" Wang Chuyi was about to say his name, when suddenly a group of strange people surrounded the boy in brocade, and he was concerned about the safety of the boy, as if the stars were holding the moon, but he was about to introduce himself to the uncle.

"Don't worry, heroes, Xiao Wang is fine, I'll introduce you to a person, this is my uncle's ......"

"The king of the poor road is one."

I have to say that Wan Yan Kang, a corporal of Lixian, grasped the occasion in the same vein as his father Wan Yan Honglie.

"Xiao Wang has seen Uncle Yuyangzi Wang." However, after all, he is not an ordinary true disciple, and when he said Xiao Wang, he had already rejected Wang Chuyi's desire to dictate to him.

"Hmph, don't dare, I don't know where the little prince learned the poisonous kung fu, can I know the master Changchunzi and my senior brother Qiu?"

Wang Chu looked disdainful to talk to him.

"Oh, although Xiao Wang's father doesn't have much power, but Zhao Wang's Mansion is quite rich, and it's still okay to invite a few martial arts masters for Xiao Wang."

"You ......"

Wang Chu's face was pale, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath.

In the Han family, respect for teachers is important, and the master is like a master.

But now in Wan Yankang's mouth, this martial arts master is like a caretaker in his palace, hired by others.

The difference between master and master, the former and the latter have completely different status in people's minds, there is a sentence as proof, one day as a teacher, and a lifetime as a father.

And the latter, just like the driver master and barber master in later generations, although you will respect him, you will never have any feelings.

Wan Yankang's attitude towards Wang Chuyi here is not to give him face at all, not to give him face at all, compared to the fake respect and deliberate revenge in the original work.

Wang Chuyi also knew that if the Quanzhen Sect was still like ten years ago, even if he was a big golden little prince, he would not dare to give the Quanzhen Sect such a face.

And now, the first major religion in the rivers and lakes in the past has become a self-cultivation and cultivation sect outside the world.

It doesn't matter if you don't fight for yourself, there are still people who like to provoke right and wrong.

Wang Chuyi also sighed lightly, full of emotion, and no longer wanted to meddle in this battle.

But some people still didn't let him go.

"Yo, it turned out to be an iron-footed fairy, why didn't you Quanzhen swear never to go down to Zhongnanshan again? Why did you take advantage of Tianxiao Pavilion's recent big row on the green cloud list, and I didn't have time to take care of you, so I came out again to be embarrassed. ”

This tone, as well as the three strange tumors on his head, who is not Hou Tonghai.

"Yo, yes, you don't say I forgot."

"Hey, maybe the king of the people also forgot about it."

"Hahaha"

Following Hou Tonghai's words, the rest of the people also followed suit and mocked.

"Don't be rude to my uncle." Wan Yankang said with a light smile.

Those people also cooperated, "Yes, little prince." ”

It seems to really confirm Yan Kang's words before, the so-called master is just a caretaker.

This left the king on one side with nothing to say.

The height of the temple and the distance of the rivers and lakes, although it is said that the children of the rivers and lakes are happy and enmity, but in the final analysis, the rivers and lakes are still serving the temple.

Even the future hero Guo Jing is shouting the slogan of serving the country and the people, but in the end, it is still difficult to break through the boundaries of the country and the nation.

"Let's go, go home." Wan Yankang was not interested in playing any further.

"Yes." Those people followed Wan Yankang and turned around and left, without even introducing their respective names to Wang Chuyi.

"No, you can't go, you haven't married this girl yet."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that it was Guo Jing's fool again.

There was nothing to do, and the woman had no intention of marrying that person, so you didn't have anything to do with it, was it just for the rules of the martial arts competition.

Wan Yan Kang ignored him and still left, but Wang Chuyi seemed to have found a reason to teach Wan Yan a lesson.

"If you can't go, how can the husband be untrustworthy." As he spoke, Wang Chuyi picked up his light skills and grabbed Wan Yankang.

"Little prince be careful." The four of them turned around to protect Wan Yankang.

"Who are you and how do you do things for the golden dog?" Wang Chuyi asked while standing not far away.

It seems that he was still angry because he gave his name, and instead of introducing himself, others beat him down.

However, this golden dog has offended many people.

"Hehe, the thousand-handed man slaughtered Peng Lianhu."

"Liang Ziweng, the old monster of the Ginseng Immortal."

"Three Jiaohou Tonghai."

All three of them have reported their names, but only the one dressed as a Tibetan monk has not yet identified himself.

I saw him walking towards Wang, looking left and right, and then he was startled, pointing to Wang's back and saying be careful.

Just as he turned around, he was caught off guard and slapped Wang one by one.

Then, laughed and said, "Under the five-fingered secret knife, the Tibetan monk is wise." ”

Suddenly, a black gas rose on Wang's face, obviously poisoned.

Lingzhi came with a smile again, "Little prince, I am fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

"The Venerable Master is so powerful," Hou Tonghai immediately boasted.

Liang Ziweng also nodded again and again, but he breathed a bad breath for the little prince.

The Venerable Master couldn't help but feel proud for a while, just now when those few people squeezed Wang Chuyi, because he had been in Tibet for a long time and didn't know about the Central Plains, he couldn't intervene, and now he finally had a chance to perform.

Peng Lianhu was the most scheming, and he faintly felt that the little prince was a little displeased.

"Huh." Wan Yankang sneered and ignored them.

Wang Chu was so poisoned that he couldn't stand steadily, but fortunately, Guo Jing came over to support him, "Wang Daochang, are you okay?" ”

"Help me out." Guo Jing deserves to be a good boy, and he didn't say much, so he took Wang Chu away.

"This, little prince, they ......" The Master of Wisdom said hurriedly when he saw that Wang Chu had been rescued.

"Huh?" The little prince glanced back at him, and he couldn't forget the majesty of that glance in his life.

Although he couldn't understand why the little prince didn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he didn't dare to ask this question anymore.

Just as Wan Yankang and his party were about to leave this place, a sedan chair came here.

"The princess has arrived—"

"Kang'er." A gentle female voice, Wan Yankang didn't respond, but the other person reacted.

This person is the host of the martial arts competition, the father of the girl in red, he didn't care about his daughter's martial arts competition before, and he didn't care about the two of them, and he still bowed his head silently after Yan Kang defeated his daughter.

So many things happened just now, he was like a dead man, but at this time, he spoke, but the words he said were so vague "It's her, it's her, it's her." ”

He seemed to be trembling with excitement, and then Miss Mu noticed his father's abnormality, so she immediately ran over and hugged him.

"Father, Father"

This person didn't seem to be getting better, and Miss Mu hurriedly ordered his sleeping hole.

It was in this position that she saw the curtain of the sedan chair lifted, the image of a virtuous woman, and it turned out that it was the guy's mother.

…………………………

It is said that Guo Jing was entrusted by Wang Chuyi to help him go out to buy medicine, but found that the medicines he wanted were gone.

I couldn't help but wonder, but I found that someone was buying these medicinal materials in a cart, and just as he was about to follow, a beggar brought a letter to him.

When he opened the letter, he knew that it was Sister Rong who asked him to meet him by the lake, so he went as he said and arrived at the lake, but after a while......

I saw a woman at the stern of the boat rowing with oars, with long hair and a shawl, white clothes all over her body, and a gold belt tied to her hair. Guo Jing couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that this girl was dressed like a fairy. The boat slowly approached, and I saw that the woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was better than snow, she was extremely beautiful, and her complexion was exquisite, and she could not be forced to look at.

Guo Jing only felt dazzling, didn't dare to look at it anymore, turned his head away, and slowly retreated a few steps.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned on the side of the boat, and a clear voice spat out from the bottom of her tongue: "The wild goose frost is cold." The moon is light, and the tender ice is still thin. The brook is combing. If you want to make powder with fragrance, it is difficult to learn makeup. The jade muscles are thin and weak, and they are lined with dragon silk. Leaning on the east wind, smiling, looking forward to the shy flowers.

"Loneliness! Where is the home mountain: the garden after the snow, the waterside pavilion. Yaochi Old Testament, who is Lin Hong? Pink butterflies only look for flowers and willows, and they bloom all over the south branches. But sad, cold and dusk, a few voices painted corners. Guo Jing listened word by word, although he was completely puzzled by the meaning of the words, but the clear voice was delicate, low and tactful, listening to his heart couldn't help but shake his mind, and he was drunk.

When the woman in white approached the shore, she said Brother Jing, and he realized that this was Sister Rong.

Looking at this fairy-like girl in white, a red shadow on the martial platform appeared in front of him at some point, which made him feel a wave of irritability.

"Brother Jing, why are you the only one here, that guy?" He could only hear the delicate sound ringing in his ears.

He was shocked.

Oops, oops.

Brother Ying, it's still there.