She said domineeringly: "Before the prince came, no one used this name, but now that the prince has come to the capital, then let the prestige of the Western Realm Mansion resound throughout the capital today." ”

Aunt Qiao turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the old road, and before leaving, she didn't forget to signal Li Junshen with her eyes and let him follow.

"Aunt Qiao, what are we?"

"As the son wishes, teach that stinky old way." From the moment Li Junshen spoke, she understood her son-in-law's purpose.

"Ugh!"

"Aunt Qiao, that old way doesn't seem to be simple, martial arts are not ordinary, I don't think I want to ······" Li Junshen looked a little worried, although he was not very close to the old road, he had been paying attention to the movements over there.

The narcissist was followed by a lewd and dirty man, and his skills were not simple, although he only made two simple moves, but it was not something that ordinary people could hide, but he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"Don't worry, my aunt will beat him like a mother."

Aunt Qiao said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Also, who dares to provoke my son-in-law and kill him." Her thin red lips, curved into a shallow arc, and her delicate little face were matched with a dress that showed off her figure.

Amorous and arrogant.

Li Junshen muttered in a low voice: "Aunt Qiao's domineering spirit is still the same as always······· Raging. ”

Looking at the person in front of him, looking at his body that has not grown, he feels for the first time that it is good to grow up, but it is so difficult to grow up! Li Junshen didn't have time to sigh too much, so he followed in a hurry······

Aunt Qiao and Li Junshen walked one after the other to the old road ten zhang away.

And Lu Youjing's master and servant also happened to clean up and recover the scattered silver money, and in this process, Lu Youjing learned that the old servant Uncle Wei usually hid his silver money in shoes and socks.

When a certain number is reached, close it in the wooden box.

He recalled once that during a camping in the wilderness, Uncle Wei held his face and took off his dirty and torn leather boots openly, revealing a pair of footwraps that were blacker than the boots.

What's even more excessive is that Uncle Wei has a relaxed expression on his face, and he lifted up the two footcloths with his hands, facing the wind and not moving.

The mountain wind was very strong that night, and Lu Youjing felt that he was lying next to a puddle of, and his face was still facing that, anyway, in the next few days, he ate and vomited.

He's now devastated, at a loss.

It wasn't until Uncle Wei retrieved the copper coin he was holding from his stiff palm that he felt a little better.

"Childe, don't be nervous, now that the old slave's money is all placed, the old slave will be angry for you." Old Deng Tou was satisfied, and smiled sheepishly at Lu Youjing.

"Go ······" Lu Youjing gritted his teeth and said.

"It's just that there seems to be a copper coin missing, or maybe I'm wrong, forget it, don't care, the people in the capital are really cute, where is like us Beixiang, one by one loves money like life."

Uncle Wei, who was not interested, casually put the pile of silver coins at Lu Youjing's feet.

No wind.

But Lu Youjing began to feel that his eyes were hot, and his eyes turned red in an instant, I have to say, if you don't fight martial arts, just Uncle Wei's feet are also talented.

Dominating the side!

"Childe, don't worry, the old slave will go and come back quickly." Old Deng Tou smiled heartily, and walked majestically towards the old way, the first time the son cared about himself, which made him really moved.

After all, the opponent himself is really not sure this time.

Lu Youjing watched Uncle Wei stride away, and he was still muttering that it shouldn't be, how could there be a copper coin missing.

He moved his small broken steps, a few feet away from the smelly thing, and actually wanted to go farther away with his own original intention, just because he was afraid that Uncle Wei would look back and see it, turn back, and put it in his arms.

The gains outweigh the losses!

Then he is afraid that when he comes to Kyoto for the first time, he will be stunned on the street, how can he hold his head up among the children of the powerful in the capital in the future.

Seeing that the war was imminent, Lao Dao did not panic at all.

······· But what Lao Dao didn't know was that next, if he dealt with not one person, but three people, he would not be as leisurely as he is now.

Because there is also a young man, who appeared in Anpingfang earlier, coincidentally from the old road to Anpingfang, he has been paying attention to the changes in the tea stall, and it is even more coincidental that he is also a restless lord, and the most coincidental thing is that the young man also has an attendant by his side.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and your master and servant have finally made arrangements!" Lao Dao quipped.

"It's been a long time for the real person to wait." The old servant approached Lao Dao with a gun and said.

Then he said coldly: "Spearmanship, silver spear piercing Layue!" ”

Between the two of them asking and answering, the old servant made a move without warning.

An ordinary iron spear was like a divine soldier in the old servant's hand, and the spear circled in his hand, without any show, but at the moment when the spear was taken off, a low groan pierced the sky and rushed towards the old road.

"Good marksmanship!" Lao Dao exclaimed.

Although he didn't know why, the spear that had stabbed him was only the size of a needle in his eyes, but he didn't dare to underestimate the shot of the old servant opposite.

One came to Beijing with the second son of Beixiang.

Don't talk about the identity of this old servant, it's not simple!

I saw that Lao Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, his robe was windless, his sleeves swelled up in an instant, and his hands disappeared in his sleeves, standing still in place.

He's ready to hard-connect!

The old servant looked at the actions of the old man on the other side and understood the other party's thoughts.

A look of surprise!

In fact, this marksmanship is absolutely sharp, very sharp, pointed, broken, with a pair of fleshy palms I want to hard, that is looking for death.

The old servant Uncle Wei sighed in his heart: "This old way is not deeply involved in the world!" ”

In a blink of an eye, the spear arrived at the door of the old road with the sound of breaking through the air!

He waved a pair of log-like sleeves and smashed it directly at the head of the old servant's gun.

"This gun, something is wrong!"

When his sleeve smashed on the spear, something unexpected happened, originally he felt that if he smashed it, even if the spear would not fly out, it would be blocked by himself, and it was impossible to rush towards him.

But not only did the spear not smash out, but it also pierced his sleeve the moment it touched his sleeve, and if it wasn't for his hand stretched out fast enough, he almost stabbed his palm.

Lao Dao's mind turned, and now it is impossible to stop the spear of the old servant opposite.

I saw his footsteps move slightly, and his whole body moved a fist to the left, and the old way seemed to disappear in that subtle gap and then reappeared.

What outsiders saw was that the spear was like a bamboo, and from the shoulder of the old man, it broke through a hole and flew out.

But Uncle Wei, who was standing opposite Lao Dao, did know that Lao Dao had moved just now, otherwise the spear flying out would definitely be carrying flesh and blood!

"It's dangerous! I still underestimated the person opposite, and almost capsized! Lao Dao shook his head, and his heart was relieved.

"It seems that this time we have to change my robe!" He said with emotion, not like he was scared by the spear.

However, the old servant was shocked by the position of the punch that Lao Dao moved.

"Childe, this old way is very improper!" The old servant turned around and shouted loudly to Lu Youjing, with a hint of wail in his voice!