The money was thin and short, with sharp beak monkey gills, looking like he was lacking in kidney water, with prominent cheekbones and sunken eye sockets...... It's just that at this time, his two eyeballs are almost popping out, and Di Baotian's mouth is slightly open as if his chin is dislocated, and saliva actually slides from the corners of his mouth!

Just listen to the gurgling sound in his throat and eyes, as if he will be stuck by his own phlegm in the next second!

Qian Tongqian: Good-looking, good-looking, handsome, so gangyang!good man~ (roughly that's what it means)

In short, as soon as Qian Tong looked back and saw Wei Yuan, he was attracted by his already good thick eyebrows, big eyes, and shining head, and he was even more shocked by the temperament and high charm attributes under various blessings.

The main reason is that this grandson's willpower is too weak, and it is the same as nothing, so he is more susceptible to this effect.

It wasn't a spell, so it wasn't something he could stop from being able to keep the evil at his foot at a high price.

He was stunned for four or five seconds, until the folding fan in Qian Tongqian's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "click" sound, which woke him up.

"Childe, oh no! Little master, little elder! Good man, I am willing to take refuge! Please come to my house to help me solve my doubts! I will give you all sixteen concubines in my house!"

Wei Yuan didn't look at him at all, but kept paying attention to the paintings hanging on the calligraphy and painting stall.

Don't mention the beauty, Chinese paintings are all heavy and not heavy-shaped, so you say it's good-looking, but I don't know where it looks good.

The main thing is the poem!

The font is slender and lightweight, tactful and soft, and at first glance it is from a woman's hand.

That Qian Tong didn't look at Wei Yuan when he saw him, so he went to pull Wei Yuan's hand, "Little Elder, I have a lot of calligraphy and painting in my family, the former Ming Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty, anyway, my father is also a fake Swen, and he doesn't understand it at all." How about you go back with me, and I'll give it to you?"

Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves and opened Qian Tongqian's hand, and the remaining strength of his sleeves almost lifted him off!

"Young master, young master!" several dog-legged subordinates hurried over and supported their precious young master.

Instead, the two bodyguard-like people in the nursing home glanced at each other with solemn expressions.

These two people are not ordinary bodyguards, they are also famous in Zhejiang Lvlin, and they were invited by Master Qian to protect his son with a lot of money. After all, his son often causes trouble and is beaten by some passing masters.

People are not local, they will run away after the fight, and you will not be able to really retaliate desperately without being ruthless.

The beating was in vain.

hired two bodyguards, hoping to protect his son from being beaten when he encountered hard stubble.

It's just that when Wei Yuan shook his hand just now, the sleeves of the monk's robe carried a strong wind, which surprised these two more knowledgeable green forest heroes.

This kind of strength is impossible without more than ten or twenty years of internal and external cultivation.

This little monk looks less than twenty years old, could it be that he has been cultivating since he was drinking milk?!

What a point!

Don't say it, Wei Yuan's ability is really similar to that of a heroic man in the rivers and lakes.

He didn't learn any spells!

It can be refined, and this thing can't be used to fight. Before the opponent's slash was instantly refined into a lump of soft mud, it couldn't.

......

That Qian Tong Qianqian Young Master was brushed by Wei Yuan and almost didn't fall into a dog and eat, but he was not angry at all, but showed an extremely demented and obscene expression on his face!

Qian Tongqian: My dad never pushed me, he's so different! He's so strong! He's so powerful! I like it so much!

Qian Tongqian pushed away the little servant who was holding him, and came to the front while glancing at Wei Yuan, cleared his throat, and read the poem on the painting delicately:

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful year, looking at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. Ah~ so wet, so wet! This poem simply writes my heart, I want to buy it and give it to the little elder!" said and threw a few silver tickets of one hundred taels to the scholar who sold paintings.

At this time, this scholar is no longer in the eyes of Qian Tong at all.

He can't tolerate such vulgar powder in his eyes!

Wei Yuan still ignored him and asked, "Scholar, where did you get this painting?"

Qian Tongqian echoed: "Yes, where did it come from?" Look at the little elder~

The scholar was stupid just now, and thought that not only his chrysanthemum would not be able to be saved, but even the lady would be implicated!

"This, this painting, I collected it in a village by the Pinghu Lake. The farmer said he picked it up a few years ago! I don't know exactly how it came about! The little master likes it, so I'll give it to you!"

"Bastard!" Qian Tongqian immediately turned his face, "I need you to send it! I want to give this painting to the little elder! If you dare to do more, I will break your dog's leg!"

Wei Yuan took out half a string of copper coins and threw it on the stall, carefully rolled up the painting, and put it into the bamboo pipe.

"Eh, if the little elder likes it, I still have a lot of them at home. Please come to the house to appreciate it~"

Qian Tongqian saw that the other party was completely unmoved, and hurriedly whispered: "If my little elders in the concubine room don't like it, there are still dozens of maids and maids in the house, and the little elder will be satisfied......!

Tomorrow is Tanabata, and it's because of the existence of scum like you that many book friends have become singles, and they don't vote!

"Smack!"

That Young Master Qian started to move his hands and feet again as he spoke, and now that Wei Yuan has put away the painting, can he still take care of these?

A big slap made Young Master Qian dizzy.

Because it only took three points of effort, he didn't directly fan this dry monkey to death, but a big red handprint was printed on half of Young Master Qian's face, and his nose bleeded!

Those little servants, wailing like their own fathers when they died, hurriedly supported their precious young master.

That Young Master Qian didn't feel pain, and was still screaming there: "Cool~comfortable~ Fight, fight well! Cool to death!"

Wei Yuan is angry at this look, are you playing shaman with me here?!

kicked the bottom of the Zen staff, and the Zen staff instantly pouted and hit Young Master Qian's crotch.

The screaming stopped abruptly, and Young Master Qian's eyes were about to pop out, and his mouth was grinning to the maximum without making a sound. As soon as the legs are clamped, they will be pumped when they fall to the ground!

"Bastard!"

"Look for death!"

The two green forest heroes were furious at that time.

Just now, the little monk slapped his mouth too fast, and neither of them reacted. When they were about to make a move, their young master groaned, which caused them to not know whether to make a move.

As a result, the little monk suddenly beat the chicken with a Zen stick, which was directly a chicken and an egg, and he didn't even give the two a chance to speak.

At this time, if you can't take down this monk, you have to eat the guilt of the old man!

I saw that one of the two people used a ring head knife, and one person used two Emei stabs, one left and one right, one high, one bright and one dark, and they attacked, the speed was extremely fast, the moves were sharp, and it was definitely not an ordinary Jianghu style.

The two are friends, and they have been bodyguards together for two years, and they know each other well and cooperate tacitly.

It's just that they only saw the strength of Wei Yuan's flick of his sleeves, thinking that he had practiced some internal and external skills, but in fact, it was just a regular manifestation of Wei Yuan's strength attributes.

In fact, whether it is strength, physique, or agility, Wei Yuan has a huge advantage.

So Wei Yuan's Zen staff was raised to block the Pu knife that was splitting down, and then he instantly kicked out of his leg and kicked in the face of the little man who leaned over and stabbed his waist with Emei.

Wei Yuan's block, that Pu Dao hand suddenly felt a huge shock in his hand, and the tiger's mouth was hot!

Just such a block of anti-shock power almost made this green forest hero who has been using a knife for more than 20 years lose the guy in his hand.

But even worse than him was the short Emei thorn. As the saying goes, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and it is dangerous to the enemy and himself!

The two of them attacked together to attract attention head-on, and the Emei stab caused the main damage. The so-called right combination is odd to win!

As a result, Wei Yuan saw that the other party went straight to his waist, so he stepped out with hatred, and the Emei stabbing face was flattened with one foot!

There was a sound of cracking bones, and the entire facial bone was estimated to have collapsed, even if he didn't die now, he would definitely not live for a moment or three!

Although it was the Emei thorn that was a little careless, the main thing was that Wei Yuan's attributes were too crushing. The foot of the golden bell jar film is like being kicked by a giraffe. Lions can be kicked to death!

Wei Yuan had a murderous intent, and without leaving his hand, the dragon descending Zen staff in his hand moved down as a pestle in his chest.

The Pu knife hand gritted his teeth and blocked the horizontal knife, but as a result, the thick Pu knife broke from it, and the dragon staff easily touched the chest, and there was another "click" sound!

With Wei Yuan rushing into the middle of the seven or eight small servants, raising his hand is a big slap, and raising his foot is kicking, although it only takes fifty percent of his strength, if he is unlucky, he will have to be disabled! A random beating is like a wild boar rushing into a cornfield.

Wei Yuan looked at the wailing disabled people, and then at the onlookers who had fled, and even the scholar who sold calligraphy and paintings took the opportunity to flee with great excitement.

He recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, withdraw!" As soon as he picked up the bamboo pipe, he ran to the city gate!

The chicken leg followed with a wicked smile on the side, and his belly was swaying, and he had eaten a lot of delicious food just now. I also took the opportunity to touch the young master Qian, and I can't help but take the silver ticket!