When the six-story martial arts master of Zhangjiagun and the owner of Yanyu Building, a first-class sect in Jiangzhou, were mixed together, the scene of staggered planning can be imagined.

Wei Changpan put his master's arm on his shoulder, carrying the drunken Second Master Qian with all his weight, and walked towards the guest room on the island, walking with difficulty. Fortunately, this job has been done once in Qishan County, and it is quite familiar at this time.

In addition to hanging the main building of the "Yanyu Building" plaque on the island in the middle of the lake, the flying pavilion is Liudan, the green tile is heavy eaves, and the rows are lined up, but the island with a radius of 20 acres is actually built out of the houses that Wei Changpan has never seen before.

At the banquet, except for Qian Erye and Yu Cheng, there was no smoke and rain to accompany the children in the building, Wei Changpan and Yu Wenzhao also attended the banquet after freshening up, seeing these two punching and shouting, and the wine passed three rounds of dishes and five flavors, they began to call brothers and sisters with their tongues big, "Brother Qian is a cool person, and this wine is also happy", "Play those vain polite words, Brother Yu, let's go one."

The wine and food are exhausted, the cups and plates are messy, the two of them do not distinguish between victory and defeat, and after meeting to fight again in the coming day, the owner of Yanyu Building was supported by a few subordinates who were guarding the side early, and Wei Changpan said hello and carried Qian Erye back to the island guest room.

Only then did he close the door of the house, and Second Master Qian, who originally seemed to be unconscious, moved his arm, startling Wei Changpan, who was about to let him lie down.

He opened his eyes and motioned for Wei Changpan to bring the basin on the shelf, and as soon as the latter was put down, Second Master Qian stretched out his fingers and went straight into the depths of his throat, needless to say, he naturally vomited a mess.

The people downstairs who were waiting outside the guest room heard the movement in the house, knocked on the door and asked if they wanted to wait for the grooming and cleaning and then fetch some hot water.

Wei Changpan is doing this kind of work in Xiaoqinglou, and he is embarrassed to let these little guys of his age replace him, and he was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Second Master Qian quietly pulled the hem of his clothes.

After the few little guys sent hangover soup and went out after cleaning up the traces in the house, Wei Changpan rushed to the door again and observed through the crack in the door, and saw that those people were far away, so he turned back to Qian Erye's couch and whispered in his ear:

"Master, those people are gone. ”

Qian Erye, who was originally snoring like thunder on the couch, moved up after a while, easily turned over from the couch, and came out of the window without making the slightest sound.

"It's a pity that jar of wine. Second Master Qian's words seemed to be very regretful, "You can't drink in the town." ”

Qian Erye, who jumped in from the window, sighed, didn't take two steps and stumbled, and then scolded in a low voice:

"I don't know how to repair the ground of this smoke and rain building, how can it be uneven like this, and I don't take out some silver to fool around, so that Lao Tzu almost fell on his head. After saying that, he staggered to the bed and walked to the bed, and on the way, he almost fell three or five times, and was pulled by Wei Changpan.

"It's not as good as it was back then. After Qian Er Ye fell on the couch, he was said to be in bed, and then his snoring gradually started and stopped abruptly.

"I almost forgot to get down to business. I saw him a carp fluttering up and facing Wei Changpan, and reluctantly opened his eyelids and said to the latter, "You kid didn't hear a lot of words from the master and the owner of the Yanyu Building when he was drinking, and the master will tell you now." ”

The method of gathering sound into a line is widely spread in the Dayao rivers and lakes, and it is very effective when it comes to things that are inconvenient to publicize, but it is not easy to lose in practice, if you don't have the foundation of the four-story realm of martial arts, it is also a fantasy to want to cultivate.

"Then the owner of the building made it clear, but if the Zhang family gun was willing to help, the old man helped drag a six-story martial artist in Songfeng Mountain, and then Songfeng Mountain was where the future Zhangjiagun Mountain Gate was located, and the rest of the things were taken and requested, and Songfeng Mountain was the stepping stone for the future development of Zhangjia Gun. ”

Seeing Wei Changpan's momentum of wanting to speak and stopping, Second Master Qian snorted from his nose again: "How can there be such a cheap deal, dragging the six-story building Wufu said lightly, how old is our old man at this time, if something happens at that time, how can Lao Tzu have the face to see people when he goes underground? No, hell?"

"The owner of the Yanyu Building has a good calculation, if the time comes, if the Songfeng Mountain is really destroyed, and we turn our faces and don't recognize people, what can we do? Could it be that we really pull the dozens of uneven people in our door to find the door to seek death? The old man also made it clear before leaving, if this Songfeng Mountain and the Yanyu Building all want to use us as guns, we are also happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, anyway, it is impossible to affect Qishan in a big place, let alone the town. ”

"Where are the three generations of friends on the rivers and lakes, the friendships formed by the grandparents and the grandchildren have long been cleaned by Huo Huo. ”

After listening to Qian Erye's babbling words, Wei Changpan scratched his hair that was a little itchy by the lake water, "Master, then it's impossible for us and Yanyulou to be friends?"

"Stupid, the doorway in the rivers and lakes, is that a "friend" can understand?" Second Master Qian raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Changpan, "Whether Yanyulou can tie up to the same boat with us depends on you kid in the end." ”

"Me?" Wei Changpan pointed to his nose with a shocked face.

"Didn't you kid just rescued the daughter of the owner of the Yanyu Building during the day, it's called Wen, what's the matter?"

"Yu Wenzhao. ”

"Look. Second Master Qian slapped his face, "You kid can't learn boxing as well as remember the girl's name, isn't it interesting to others?"

Wei Changpan was a little unconvinced: "Obviously, I just said it before I went to the island..."

"Hey, I don't even remember this badly, and I said I don't like other girls?"

The young man was speechless, and his face was red to the base of his ears.

"Previously, the owner of the Yu Mansion said that he wanted to marry his daughter to our old man, which is true. Second Master Qian looked at Wei Changpan's suddenly pale face, and his laughter narrowed, "It's just that this Yu Wenzhao girl's eldest sister hasn't left the pavilion yet, don't worry, you kid." “

Wei Changpan's face turned from white to red.

"Your little thoughts, I have already been known by the master, where can you escape the eyes of being a father?" Qian Er Ye snorted, "The owner of the building also attaches great importance to you Wei Changpan, and intends to marry this little daughter to you, Lao Tzu, as a master, will also come to ask you, do you like people and girls?"

"Wei Changpan. Wei Changpan, who was in a mess in his mind, heard Second Master Qian suddenly shout, "If you are interested, the Zhang family gun and this Yanyu Building from now on will be grasshoppers on a rope, and it is so powerful that even the master can hardly bear it." ”

Second Master Qian grabbed Wei Changpan's shoulder, spitting wine in his mouth, but his eyes were clear, "Master only wants to ask this sentence, you, Wei Changpan, do you like Miss Yu Wenzhao Yu or not." ”

At this time, Wei Changpan had a thousand words in his heart, and the master had just met him, where could he say whether he liked it or not.... Master, I'm only at this age, am I marrying a daughter-in-law a little earlier? I'm just a little guy who hasn't been practicing martial arts for a long time....

I like it, the voice is low and inaudible, but the young man is full of joy after he speaks.