"What's the matter? It's also the last time, could it be that on the Wenfeng River, there are still people who Brother Huang can't afford to offend?"

Before the little tiger king yellow scarf could answer, on the official boat under the banner of "Taishi" and "Dingguo Gong", Qi Lan couldn't bear it anymore and had already scolded.

"Why are you so unreasonable! Obviously, it was his subordinates who ran rampant on the river and robbed the people's daughters. You, you, you're still ......"

The crisp voice spread to the river like a cannonball, and Fei Hai Xiuming was not only not annoyed, but his face was chic and calm, waving a folding fan, and laughing.

"The three flowers on the Wenfeng River are also considered to be people's daughters? In my eyes, there is no high or low. What is the difference between the princess of Lian Guo and the boat lady on the river?"

Qi Lan's actions prompted the yellow scarf to make up her mind.

Little Tiger King's face did not change, he hesitated slightly, and then laughed and responded: "Just according to what Fei Hai said!"

"Amitabha, right and wrong are only because they are strong!"

Jingming Nun said a silent sentence in her heart, and looked up at the boat that caused the incident.

On the stern of the boat, the famous Plantagenet lips opened slightly, as if she was also surprised by the unexpected change.

The beautiful face is not as good as that of a monk with advanced cultivation, and it is enough to be envied among ordinary cultivators.

"The ancients did not deceive me!"

Jing Ming turned his mind and looked at the bow of the boat, thinking in his heart: "A man's talent and a woman's appearance are really something that cannot be provoked. ”

At the front of the boat, the young man in blue leaning on the bamboo chair had a blurred face, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he only felt Jingming, a leisurely and lazy feeling, rushing towards him.

Just looking at him, it seems that he is a little more sleepy, and the tension in the face of a strong enemy can't help but decrease a lot.

"Phew, you're comfortable! Ignorance is a blessing, pity me......" Jing Ming said in his heart.

Her teacher, Pu Xia'an, is neither big nor small, and she acts extremely upright. The powerful people in the new capital may not act well, but they are extremely particular about choosing people. This generation of Dingguo Gong is also a military general who fought on the frontier. To be able to be hired by him and become a family worshipper.

Anyway, there are still basic disciplines!

Giving up her employer and escaping from the battle, Jingming Nun can't do it. Originally, it was planned to cause trouble, and whoever caused the trouble would be given back to whom. Somehow, his heart suddenly softened, and he sighed: "That's it! Giving up the goldfinch girl and eyeing a few young ladies of the Qi family is not a temptation from anyone, it is purely Fei Hai Xiuming's own idea." If I say, let the Qi family go, this boat lady will be disposed of with them. Fei Hai Xiuming may not agree not to say it, this kind of thing is really unspeakable.

"Besides, Fei Hai Xiuming and Yellow Turban only have one gorse, how can they ......?"

Jingming's face was slightly red, and he only felt that the Zen Gong of decades of penance had a precursor to breaking the merits, so he hurriedly stopped thinking in his heart, stood up to block the bow of the boat, recited the Buddha's name, and said: "This is the family of the Dingguo Gongqi's family, please leave some affection for the two of you!"

In this sentence, she has used decades of penance Buddhism, plus the kung fu of Vajra Zen singing, to shock people's hearts.

One sentence forced Xiuming and the Yellow Turban to face her.

"You nun has a bit of guts!"

Fu Hai Xiuming folded the fan, tapped it twice in his palm, and said in surprise.

"I, poor nun......"

"What's wrong with me?" The two of them looked at each other, and four cold lights swept over, and the nun Jingming couldn't resist it for a moment, and her heart was worried.

Although Buddhism is vast and all living beings are equal, for Pu Xia'an and herself, the woman who keeps the family of the Dingguo Gong Qi is much more important than the boat lady of Qin and Duchu on the river. It doesn't make a difference if the boatlady is called Plantagenet!

In normal times, some words can be replaced with other euphemisms, even if they can't be spoken. I don't know why today, when my mind is hot, I say it

Inexplicable words come.

was forced by the yellow turban and the concubine Hai Xiuming, one arrogant and domineering, and the other arrogant and lewd, but they were all forced by the same fierce gaze, like a basin of cold water poured on the top of their heads, and they suddenly came to their senses. I shuddered, and my heart trembled.

On the contrary, it was Qi Lan, Qi Ying, Qi Jin, and the female apprentice behind her, the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, arrogant, and did not know the power of the two opposite, so they spoke in unison and scolded. Use their different words to fight back against the Yellow Turban and Fuhai Xiuming.

"Friend, do you really want to be an enemy of our Qi family?" Qi Jin walked out of another person behind him, showing on the virtual screen, with a high-level cultivation of imperial qi. stepped forward and hugged his fists and said: "Although the two of them are masters of cultivation, but in the Dingguo Mansion, there is also no shortage of children who worship famous families. The daughter of the old man of the previous generation is learning art under the door of Bishui Pavilion, and there is a Nanqing girl......"

"Nanqing, Qi, is it Nanqing's Qi family?" Unintentionally, when he heard Qi Nanqing's name here, Zhang Yan's heart was shocked, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

"Hahaha~ The outstanding disciples of this generation of the five factions of Longshan, this son has heard of it, I don't know which one is from your Qi family?

Hi Hai Xiuming laughed loudly and raised his hand. The right hand is stretched out, and the five fingers form claws. With a loud shout, an extremely strong suction force was born in the palm of his hand.

Strong winds danced, and waves were rolling.

The high-speed flowing air pulls out threads. The waves on the river are surging, wave after wave, and layers of snow are stacked on top of each other. Layer upon layer of broken snow-white waves, layer upon layer, surging higher and higher towards the claws of Fei Hai Xiuming.

The river shouted, and the screams began.

A group of people on the boat next to him stabilized their bodies, looked up, and saw a black and oppressive piece in front of them, and the bow of a big boat was raised in the air.

The official ship under the banner of "Taishi" and "Dingguo Gong" was originally the largest and first-class giant ship of the Dalian Naval Division, and the generals of the Naval Division redoubled their efforts and sent the largest warship that could travel on the Wenfeng River to transport the Dingguo Gong's family.

This was taken by Fei Hai Xiuming, a huge and sturdy warship, like a mountain peak, being pulled out of the river little by little.

The people on the boat were unsteady on their feet and rolled over.

"Mrs. Shi! the situation is pressing, Rong has to take action!"

The middle-aged man who appeared later reminded him that no matter how timid Jingming was, he had to put his hand in one point and release a piece of glow.

"The pearl of rice grains is also ......"

Fei Hai Xiuming didn't care, and didn't take the two attacks in his eyes at all.

Halfway through the arrogant words, a cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears, and a strong force followed. The upturned bow of the ship and the layers of white waves all subsided. Regardless of his luck, the river is still calm and waves, and there is not a single ripple.

Fei Hai Xiuming is still unwilling, and he is still lucky.

Another cold snort came in his ears.

This "hum" is not as polite as before. The buzz in Fei Hai Xiuming's head was like a bronze bell Da Lu, shaking endlessly. Stirred his mind into a mush, full of meat and vegetables. There was blood flowing out of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

What had been a blur suddenly became clear.

The two of them have watched it a few times, but they have never cared about it, the blue-shirted scholar at the bow of the Plantagenet girl who chanted good sentences again and again turned out to be ......

"You, you ......" As if he had suddenly seen a ghost, he hid his sleeves and ran into the cabin. All they heard was his hoarse voice with fear, shouting "Go!" and the whole person disappeared.

The yellow scarf was much calmer than him, and although he still shivered, he secretly said in his heart: "It's him!"

The clipper flying the yellow flag of the tiger head disappeared as quickly as it came

Lost on the river. Walking in a hurry, people can't figure it out. Even the Jingming nun who had the courage to take the plunge and was ready to take a risk, and the middle-aged man on the Qi family's boat, didn't know what was going on.

After being stunned for a moment, Cao Bin came to his senses first, raised his hand and shouted: "Dingguo Gong is mighty, Shi Tai Shenwei, thieves are frightened, and rats are in a hurry!"

Xiang Wu and Luan Xiong glanced at each other and quickly understood. He also raised his arms and shouted.

Driven by the three of them, first the sailors and soldiers cheered together, followed by the river and the bank, and the masses who did not know the truth cheered together. Everyone regards Jingming Nun as a hero who forced the Tiger King to retreat without a fight.

No matter from which point of view, you can only see the middle-aged man shouting, Jingming stepped forward to meet the enemy, and a bright glow was released between his hands, and the tiger king with the tiger's head and yellow flag hurriedly retreated in a boat. Even if it doesn't feel right, you can't see any clues.

Everyone in all directions spoke in unison, and after hearing too much, Qi Lan couldn't help but believe it.

"Hmph! What a tiger king, he has a false name! It was so scary, but when Mrs. Shi was about to make a move, she was scared and ran away!"

Although Qi Ying, Qi Jin and others feel that things are not like this. However, the two of them are much more mature than Qi Lan, and they still have three points of doubt in their hearts, and they are constantly complimenting.

"Today, thanks to Mrs. Shi and Uncle Kui!" Qi Jin bowed on behalf of the Qi family present.

The nun Jingming and the middle-aged man glanced at each other, feeling embarrassed, and said at the same time: "Don't dare!

"Originally, why should the prince worry about it?" the middle-aged man said humbly, and then led the topic: "Grandpa Guo let the second son go to Beijing to study, and at the same time, let the son make friends with the talents who govern the world and know the meaning of the world's talents." The person in front of him, although he doesn't know how to do it, his literary style will inevitably move Jinghua. Why don't the second son be polite and make friends with Corporal Xian?"

Hearing the two of them pointing at Zhang Yan, Jingming's heart suddenly jumped.

She was unconscious at the time, and when she looked back at it now, she only felt that she had taken the initiative to jump out and prevent disasters for Plantagenet and the scholars on the boat, which was full of strange meaning.

Plantagenet is the famous Oiran of Xinjing, but the blue-shirted scholar on the bow of the ship only appeared on the Wenfeng River for the first time. If you want to say who the problem is more likely to be, it is naturally more suspicious to be a blue-shirted scholar.

Seeing Qi Jin stepping forward to make friends, Jing Ming didn't stop him, he watched Qi Jin come forward with full attention, and invited him with kind words, but was rejected by the scholar.

Born in the Dingguo Mansion, he is a first-class magnate with great integrity. But after all, he is just a concubine, and the people in this world who can't afford to offend can be summarized just by the word "power". Qi Jin has a good temper, although he has been repeatedly rejected by Zhang Yan, he is still not impatient and persuades him politely.

"This brother is ......"

"Needless to say!" Zhang Yan suddenly raised his palm to stop him: "I heard that there are also people in your family who have cultivated the truth and entered the Dao?"

"Yes, I have an aunt who worshiped under the Bishui Pavilion of Jiuhuanyu forty years ago, and is now an inner disciple. ”

"What else?"

Qi Jin was puzzled, but still answered patiently.

I said several names in my mouth, but I still didn't understand the essentials, and I couldn't help but be a little impatient.

"Brother Tai ......"

However, the middle-aged man behind him saw the clue and reminded: "Second son, and Miss Nanqing, the sister-in-law of the old prince!"

Receiving his reminder, Qi Jin was shocked, a little awakened in his heart, and a little suddenly: "My ancestor also has a younger sister, who was born to my great-grandfather in his later years. In terms of seniority, I should be called 'aunt and grandmother', and I really learn art from Chunmingmen. Could it be that Your Excellency knows?"

"Aunt and Grandma ......" had an inexplicable sadness in her heart, Zhang Yan laughed loudly, and suddenly didn't want to say anything. Layers of arrogance floated on the blue coat, and he stood up and walked downstream from the waves.

"Today's prosperity is over, and I will see you again!"