"What if I want to move?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Jin snorted coldly, and suddenly kicked out his right leg and struck straight at the temple of Huang Ding's head.

Although the owner of this famous North Villa is nearly half a hundred years old, he has been in retirement for many years.

But after all, he was once the general of the Wolf Ring Country who never died in a hundred battles, and the king of the Northern Courtyard, and he still had the most basic ability to fight the enemy.

In addition, Qiu Jin's leg is very clumsy, and the precursor of the beginning is very obvious, not to mention that Huang Zhuang is a person with a little actual combat experience, who can easily predict and react.

Ling Zhen knew it.

This leg move is deliberately acting, or it can be said to be a certain embodiment of "human sophistication".

Huang Ding leaned back on the upper half of his body, his neck jerked up, and in an instant, a long whip-like leg scraped in front of his eyes, missing the head.

Qiu Jin's legs are not only very omenous, but even the movements of receiving recruits are extremely slow, like a foolish child who has not practiced martial arts for a long time and has uncoordinated hands and feet.

Huang Ding's eyes were quick, and while his right foot was still hanging in the air, he used an iron crutch to hit the ankle of his left foot vigorously.

"Boom!"

There was a crunch sound of iron striking bones.

Qiu Jin screamed in pain, suddenly lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Wrong, I was wrong! Big brother, my big brother Huang, please stop fighting! ”

Qiu Jin rubbed the ankle of his left foot and begged for mercy loudly, his facial expression was hideous and painful, as if it really hurt too much.

Ling Zhen touched his chin.

If only I could be so good at acting like this.

Huang Ding looked at the yellow-haired man condescendingly like this, and shouted: "The surname Qiu, I treat you as a brother, but you have bullied my daughter three times and twice, what is the reason?!" ”

Qiu Jin clasped his hands together, extremely devout like a Buddhist, bowed his head and pleaded: "Brother Huang, it's the old brother who is too presumptuous, for the sake of our old relationship, you can let me go this time!" ”

Huang Ding let out a rough breath with his nose, "You are my brother-in-law, I didn't want to do anything with you, for the sake of your sincere admitting mistakes today, I will spare you." ”

Qiu Jin got up from the ground, dusted off the dust on his buttocks, bowed deeply to Big Brother Huang Ding, and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Brother Huang for forgiving your sins!" ”

"I've spared you this time, if there's a ...... next time"

Huang Ding said solemnly, "I have to break your legs!" ”

"Brother Huang, don't worry, I will never dare to touch Ling Ai again in the future, when I see her on the road, I will kowtow to her two times first!"

Qiu Jin pretended to admit his mistake and walked to Huang Ding's side, his mouth attached to the old brother's ear.

He whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear, and said, "Brother Huang, now, you owe me a favor from a boss." ”

Huang Ding said in a voice that his daughter couldn't hear: "Thank you, Brother Qiu, Huang will never forget this kindness." ”

Qiu Jin turned to the distance and waved goodbye loudly, "Brother, take care of your body, we will have a meeting later!" ”

Ling Zhen followed behind him.

Bidding farewell to his righteous brother Huang Ding, Qiu Jin led the jujube chestnut horse, took advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark, left Wangbei Villa, and rushed down the mountain with Ye Yiran and Ling Zhen.

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As the sun sets, at the gate of the manor on the top of the Purple Mountain, Huangfu Ding, who once dominated the northern kingdom, stands alone.

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction of the north, he thought of his like-minded brother Qiujin, who could be entrusted with life and death.

Huang Ding, the owner of the village, was on iron crutches, and silently gave birth to a heartfelt sentence full of emotion in his heart, or just a famous poem of 14 words.

"Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, who in the world doesn't know you?"

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Ying Chun raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked: "Speaking of the Qinglong Sword Immortal, why don't you reshape your big brother Wanlun Wan with a new body?" Just let him live lonely and lonely for so many years in the form of the Great Wall of Gold, you kid, really want to go? Don't you feel ashamed of that peach blossom tie, who asked you to take a look at the brother in the rivers and lakes for him in the past? ”

Wei Jie didn't think much about it, answered truthfully, and responded bluntly: "Old man Ying doesn't know, if there is no Brother Wan who turns into the Great Wall of Yuanshen and divides the north-south boundary of Dayu and Tianzhu, let alone a few decades, even if it is just a few years, the entire grassland boundary of the northern country will be completely encroached upon by the south!" At that time, no less than 10 million nomads will be gone, the polar regions will be devastated, and in order to compete for the vast territory, the children of the Central Plains are also destined to kill each other, and the war will never end...... In other words, Brother Wan is exchanging his freedom for the peace and tranquility of thousands of people! ”

"So, you kid, you deliberately didn't help him get out of trouble just because your big brother Wan could do this heroic feat?"

The thin black man asked with snow-white eyebrows.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt nodded solemnly, "Exactly, this is a great cause that is not easy to come!" Brother Wan and I are as kind as a mountain, if not, how can I not help him get a relief? Even the old man, you ......"

When the words came here, Wei Jie's face changed slightly, and he stopped speaking in time and stopped talking.

Yingchun, the tiger-skinned old man who had already guessed the meaning of this green-shirted guest, twitched the corners of his mouth coldly, and his tone was indifferent, "Is it difficult for you to live a lifetime in the world, what kind of happy thing is it?" Ordinary monks nourish their bodies, accumulate aura, and strive for immortality, with the aim of becoming immortals, but what about me, old man? It was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Court Immortals, and he had enough of the invincible days in the world, and he had long lost the vision of seeking truth and transcendence, and the vision of sanctification in the flesh, he was lonely and lonely, and he was a widower, and he always felt that he had lived for so many years, and there was nothing interesting to talk about. On the contrary, the burden is too chic, and the trivial matters are too happy and wanton! ”

Wei Jie was speechless and choked for a long time, and a sentence popped out of his mouth: "Why don't the younger generations find a daughter-in-law for the old-timers?" ”

Ying Chun glanced at the middle-aged shirt, and said with a face not surprised or happy: "Okay, you can marry your wife to me." ”

Wei Jie's eyes were shocked, his jaw almost dislocated, he subconsciously swept around, and then hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, Sister Su is not an object that can be exchanged at will, where can you say that you will remarry?" Old-timer, you're too ...... It's too much. ”

"I'm in a hurry, you kid is in a hurry."

Ying Chun laughed and teased, "Look at your waste appearance with rake ears, the old man is amused with you, who wants Miss Su to really remarry?" Even if she were willing, I wouldn't want to marry a woman who had given birth! ”

Wei Jie's smile was bitter, and he was really embarrassed in his heart.

Fortunately, Su Yubai is not here at the moment.

Otherwise, according to her temper, she would have to draw her sword and slash at the old man's head a few times......

"That's all I have for the rest of my life, I don't need to marry a wife anymore, it's really boring."

Ying Chun shook his head, kept silent for a moment, and then said leisurely: "But when people live, they have to do something that dead people can't do." ”

Wei Jie seized this opportunity, complimented him, rubbed his hands and said, "The seniors have good words, and every word is fine. ”

Ying Chun squinted his eyes and smiled: "Golden fart." ”

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Moling City.

Hundreds of years ago, in the history of the Central Plains, there was a period of time when three countries stood side by side, known as the "three-legged tripod".

Among them, the country sitting in the southeast is called "Great Wu", and this Moling is the former capital of the Great Wu Kingdom.

This place, belonging to the southeast of the sea, the blessing shade is vast, the feng shui and people support each other, since ancient times, it has the reputation of "the beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Moling", and it is the place where many wanderers and tourists are haunted by their dreams.

A market in the city.

On that straight street, Qiu and Ye rode back and forth on the back of Purple Thunder.

Ling Zhen rode alone side by side, with a white horse and a green robe.

The streets are full of shops and vendors, shouting one after another, and it is peaceful.

"Red-haired monster, this fragrance on your body is really brought out of your mother's womb?"

Qiu Jin asked casually when he had nothing to do.

This aroma, on the bamboo bridge of the creek that day, in fact, Ling Zhen also smelled it quite clearly.

As soon as I breathe in, I feel relaxed and happy.

It's just that after getting along with each other for a while, habits have become natural, and I don't feel much anymore.

"Or else?"

Ye Yiran has always liked to use such rhetorical questions, "Do you think I secretly applied rouge behind your back?" ”

Qiu Jin shook his head with a smile, approached the back of the red-haired woman's neck, and said in a low voice: "This is not true, there is no rouge in the world that can compare to the taste of your body." ”

Ye Yiran snorted lightly, and pretended to be disapproving: "Have you smelled a lot of rouge?" Dare to say such a thing......"

Although she expressed disdain for Qiu Jin's teasing words, the corners of her mouth still curled slightly uncontrollably.

Ling Zhen laughed and said: "Miss Ye's words are fallacious, my brother Qiu, I am used to smelling fat powder in my life, and I can already be called an expert in this way." ”