Wei Qing rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked at it, and it was Miss Cheng who appeared at the crossroads in front of him who had been haunted by his dreams day and night. Cheng Qian just came out of a ready-to-wear store at the intersection, followed by a girl holding a few red boxes, she was wearing an embroidered red dress, her face was smeared with a touch of rouge, and her graceful demeanor made Wei Qing's heart beat.

Wei Qing was eager to step forward and talk to Cheng Qian for a few words, even if it was just to simply listen to her coquettish and shy call herself "Brother Wei", he would be satisfied. It's just that the beauty is close at hand, but Wei Qing's heart is beating suddenly, he dared to risk death to steal Liao Chunhua's head when he suddenly encountered Zhuergen and other evil enemies in the dead woods, but now he can't muster up the courage to approach, just follow Cheng Qian not far away, staring at the other party's back stupidly.

Wei Qingsoul followed Cheng Qian uncontrollably, and did not know the path, and unconsciously followed to the door of a mansion, only to see two stone lions sitting on the left and right at the door of the mansion, and an old man who looked like a housekeeper at the door hurriedly stepped forward and bent down to welcome Cheng Qian inside. Wei Qing fixed his eyes and saw that there was a plaque with the words "Weibei Dart Bureau" hanging in the middle above the gate, and it turned out that he had followed him all the way to the door of Cheng's mansion. Seeing that Cheng Qian was about to walk into the door, Wei Qing sighed and was about to turn back, when suddenly someone kicked him out of the corner where he was hiding from behind.

"What are you doing, stinky boy, if you want to step on an idea, don't open your eyes and look at the place", Wei Qing fell to the ground and heard a scolding from behind, he hurriedly got up, only to see three young men standing behind him staring at him with a bad face, the first one was tall, fair-skinned, and looked about his early twenties, with an arrogant look on his angular face.

Wei Qingsheng was afraid that he would make a noise and attract Cheng Qian to watch, if she found out that she was secretly following, it would be bad to misunderstand that he was hiding his lustful heart, and he didn't argue with those young people, so he hurriedly lowered his head and wanted to bypass and leave, but the young man led by him opened his hand to block the way and said loudly: "Where are you going, boy, what are you doing, why do you want to carry a blade to the Weibei Dart Bureau to look."

Wei Qing argued in a low voice: "This road is not your family's, why can't I come, don't get in the way." Seeing that he seemed reluctant to make a statement, the other party continued to interrogate: "I see that you are very good-looking, not like the people in this Lu'an City, quickly and honestly, otherwise you will be tied up and sent to see the official, and you will have to be beaten up." As he spoke, the other two young men also spread out and stood, faintly surrounding Wei Qing in the middle.

Wei Qing replied: "A few senior brothers, in the lower Wei Qing, are the disciples of the Lord Lin Duo, they are all their own people, I passed by here unintentionally, and I hope it is not strange", he thought to himself that most of the other party is a disciple of Chengmen, everyone is a member of the beggar gang, and it is better to explain the identity so as not to cause misunderstanding. Unexpectedly, after the other party heard his identity, not only did he not get out of the way, but he showed a strange expression on his face.

The young man at the head frowned and said, "You are a flower from the Dirty Clothes Sect, why haven't I seen such a person as you?" Wei Qing heard that the other party's words were not good, but he didn't want to cause more trouble at this time, so he still replied calmly: "It's short at the next entrance, no wonder a few senior brothers don't know each other, the younger brother is reckless today, and I also ask you senior brother Haihan to thank you another day."

One of them teased: "Thank you, what can you get in return for asking for food, do you plan to go and ask for a bowl of cold rice to ask the big guy to eat?" The young man at the head shook his head and said to the other two: "I don't think this kid is like a disciple of this gang, but if he is tied up to the yamen like this, it will be reckless, so it is better to detain his sword and wait until his identity is ascertained." As he spoke, he reached out to draw the long sword on Wei Qing's waist, and said, "If you are really a flower with a dirty coat, go back and ask your master to come to the door to get the sword." This Zhanlu sword is a gift from Lu Deng to Wei Qing, how can Wei Qing give it easily, not to mention listening to the other party's words and asking Lin Hu to come to the door to ask for it. He immediately took a step back, his legs formed a bow posture, and he gathered momentum to attract but did not launch, which was the starting move of the broken palm.

The young man at the head grinned and said contemptuously: "Hey, it's really a broken palm, I'm afraid it's not a shelf that I learned from stealing, haha", after he finished speaking, he strode forward, stretched out his hand and slapped Wei Qingdang's chest. Wei Qing didn't care about whether he would alarm Cheng Qian at this time, so he only relied on Lin Hu's teachings in the past, and used the entrance formula of the Three Caring Methods to urge the internal force, and used the broken palm to put the opponent right.

Wei Qing has not practiced martial arts for a long time, and it is just the three starting styles that he can only know, and the young man led by the other party is obviously skilled, and he walks around him leisurely, and he also chatters endlessly: "Why are these three tricks, I said that you learned it secretly, otherwise why don't you use this set of broken palm techniques, haha, you can't recognize it now." Wei Qing was annoyed in his heart, and the moves in his hands gradually became more scattered, and he couldn't get ten moves before he was directly entered by the opponent's middle palace, and he fell to the ground with a palm in his chest. Wei Qing got up and was about to fight again, when he suddenly heard a soft voice in his ear: "Senior Brother Zhang, Brother Wei, why are you fighting?"

Wei Qing looked back, his heart seemed to be hit violently by a huge wooden pestle, and the person standing in front of him was Miss Cheng, whom he thought about day and night. Cheng Qian asked Wei Qing with a concerned face: "Brother Wei, are you okay, how could you come to my door." Wei Qing was embarrassed at this time, the dust on the ground was stained with sweat on his face, and his whole face was painted in a daze, like a little ghost in the City God Temple. He lowered his head with shame and didn't dare to look at Cheng Qian, he couldn't tell the other party that he had followed someone else's girl's family all the way to this place.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Brother Wei is his own person, he is the most proud disciple of Uncle Lin, he risked death thousands of miles before to report the news, and he also stabbed six Jurchen Tartars", Cheng Qian hurriedly introduced the two sides, "This is my father's disciple, his name is Zhang Jingting, he is just impatient, and he does it without asking clearly, and his father often scolds him for not being motivated, and he doesn't need to practice martial arts."

"Hehe, junior sister, don't believe these called Huazi, I fought alone with this kid, and it only took less than ten moves to beat him to eat, if you really meet a Tartar, where can he save the dog's life, don't listen to his nonsense", Zhang Jingting sneered at Wei Qing. "Hmph, Senior Brother Zhang, don't believe it, Brother Wei is really fighting a group of Jurchen Tartars alone, Qian'er admires him very much, I think he just showed mercy to your subordinates because everyone belongs to the beggar gang, otherwise how can you beat Uncle Lin's high-ranking disciples", Cheng Qian was not very happy that Zhang Jingting didn't believe his words, and his pretty face was slightly disgusted, looking aggrieved.

Wei Qing was deflated when he saw that his sweetheart stood up for him, and his delicate aggrieved appearance was not only lovable, but also made the anger in his chest burn more intensely, but he obviously relied on the rescue of the man in Tsing Yi to escape with his life, and he did not fight the Jurchen Tartars alone.

"I don't count just now, let's fight again", Wei Qing wiped his face fiercely, and put on a posture again, determined to save face in front of Cheng Qian today no matter what. "Hey, the stinky boy is addicted to beating, it's okay, I'll be idle today anyway, so I'll take you to practice your hands", Zhang Jingting didn't care about Wei Qing's challenge, glanced at the Zhanlu sword on Wei Qing's waist, and said with a roll of his eyes: "There are only three moves for your palm to come and go, and it's boring to fight again, I see that since you are wearing a sword, let's see your swordsmanship again." Zhang Jingting had never seen Lin Hu use a sword, and he was quite curious about Wei Qing, who was a disciple of Lin Hu, but hung a long sword on his waist, and he didn't know if the Dirty Clothes Sect had obtained a set of swordsmanship, so he wanted to take this opportunity to find out.

"This ......" Wei Qing got Lu Deng's sword after the gift, although he would not make it, but in order to show respect, he has been wearing the sword by his side, at this time, I heard Zhang Jingting say that he wanted to test the blade, I wanted to refuse immediately, but he was a young man, and he had a beautiful woman on his side, how could he admit that he would not use a sword, and he couldn't help but hesitate. "Don't tell me that you can't make a sword, you can't use a sword, then you can't look good with a sword", Zhang Jingting saw him hesitating, and he was even more full of thought that he had guessed well, and the dirty clothes faction must have learned a new set of swordsmanship from somewhere, he hurriedly said, "I don't want to be better, as long as you admit it in front of my junior sister, what kind of letter is delivered, what kind of dog you met on the road, you are all bragging and deceiving her little girl, then I won't care about you."

Wei Qingzheng was about to explain a few words about the reason why he didn't know how to swordsmanship but carried a sword with him, Cheng Qian suddenly turned her head, stared at Wei Qingwan with a pair of watery eyes, and said: "Brother Wei, Qian'er can trust that your swordsmanship is of course extremely clever, it is better to show your swordsmanship to Senior Brother Zhang, otherwise he will definitely chew his tongue in front of Qian'er later, I, I ......", she said that her eyes suddenly reddened slightly, and she felt that tears were about to burst out of her eyes in an instant.

Wei Qing saw that his sweetheart looked like a pear blossom with rain in front of him, and he could say a word to refuse. He clenched the long sword on his waist hard, and when he was embarrassed, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning - the move of the Tsing Yi hero with one sword and three strikes that day was a miracle skill, Zhang Jingting thought that he couldn't stop anything, yes, just use this move.

Wei Qing immediately stepped forward and hugged his fists and said: "Since Brother Zhang has to teach me swordsmanship, then I have to be respectful and obey my fate", and slowly drew his sword out of the sheath. Zhang Jingting saw that his face was suddenly full of confidence, and he no longer cowered as before, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Could it be that these people called Huazi really learned some clever swordsmanship by chance, this kid can't do kung fu with fists and feet, but when it comes to sword competition, he looks calm", he turned his head to look at Cheng Qian, only to see that the other party also showed hesitation.

However, since Zhang Jingting took the initiative to compete with the sword, he couldn't retreat when the matter came, so he had to step forward slowly, arched his hand with a stiff face, and said: "It's okay, today I will use the compassionate knife technique of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, which was passed down by my teacher, to meet Senior Brother Wei."