The west harrier is cold and the ice is shining, and the sun is shining. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a dense hail rain swept in.

In this season of drunken spring breeze, how can there be hail, which is a bit surprising.

In fact, the appearance of hail is not a seasonal factor, but a result of martial arts training. This kind of martial arts is extremely cold, and it is called the Cold Ice Palm.

The person who played the cold ice palm just now was the five big and three thick Duan Zixiong, the young master of the West Harrier Cold Ice Sect.

Seeing the ice whistling down, although Duan Zixiong's expression was not complacent at this time, his triangular eyes revealed a touch of arrogance.

"Xiong'er, your cold palm, your strength is still weak. Following the voice, an old man came from a distance.

This old man is more than fifty years old, he is wearing a blue-gray robe, and his hair is gray, but he is neatly combed, without a trace of messiness. The face is dark, and the eye sockets are slightly sunken, a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea, and a wisp of white beard under the chin, but it reveals an unspeakable mystery.

"Then do you know why your strength is weak?" The old man next to him stroked his snow-white beard and waited for Duan Zixiong's answer.

"Daddy, kid...... The child doesn't know. Duan Zixiong hesitated.

Looking at his son Duan Zixiong's humble face, Duan Yifeng stroked the beard under his chin and said, "The reason why your strength is weak is because your speed is too slow. For martial arts, if the speed is too slow, the strength will naturally dry up, and the effect of the fight will be greatly reduced. This is due to the fact that the force is generated by the traction of the speed, and the faster the speed, the greater the traction force. ”

After understanding this truth, Duan Zixiong finally suddenly became enlightened, and instantly admired his father's high martial arts attainments, so he replied more respectfully: "Yes, father, the children have remembered." ”

The reason why Duan Zixiong was submissive in front of Duan Yifeng was mainly because his father was insidious and cunning, and he even killed his nephew, so he was afraid of his father since he was a child. It is rumored that Duan Yifeng's nephew is more lustful and often flirts with Duan Yifeng's female disciples behind his back. Once, a female disciple couldn't think about it after being molested, and committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. After Duan Yifeng learned about this matter, he severely punished his nephew. Later, his nephew was angry, and secretly colluded with the Eastern Harrier Flame Faction, the sworn enemy of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Faction, in an attempt to attack Duan Yifeng. Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, and the conspiracy of the Eastern Harrier Flame Sect was revealed. How could Duan Yifeng be willing to give up, in order to establish his authority in his sect and make all his disciples loyal, he took his nephew without regard for mercy and ended his life. This practice caused great fear in the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect, and all the disciples were desperate from then on, but Duan Yifeng was the first to follow.

The discipline of Duan Zixiong on weekdays is also very strict, which fuels his fear of his father. And as I get older, I naturally know more about my father, and I have more other views on my father, and the estrangement is getting deeper and deeper.

This white-bearded old man is none other than Duan Yifeng, that is, the master of the Western Harrier Ice Sect. saw that his son was practicing martial arts, so he stepped forward to give some advice. After all, just this one son, he used to only take care of fame and fortune, and he didn't take good care of it, and there was still a gap between the two, so Duan Zixiong was so in awe and fear of him just now.

Now that Duan Yifeng is older, he knows when he is old that this family happiness is good, and it is good to have a wife and children under his knees.

"Okay, I have other things to deal with, you can practice slowly. Duan Yifeng said as he turned around and walked towards his residence.

After Duan Yifeng left, Duan Zixiong tried one after another, and the effect was really as Duan Yifeng said, and the power of the Ice Palm was much better than before. Seeing that he could play with increasing strength, Duan Zixiong danced happily.

"Young master, young master!" Just as Duan Zixiong was dancing around, a woman flashed out in the distance and shouted sweetly at Duan Zixiong.

When Duan Zixiong heard the voice, he retracted his posture of practicing martial arts, and replied to him in a daze: "My little girl, what's wrong......?

The woman was dressed as a subordinate, but on closer inspection, it was still a little different from the others. She was wearing a gauze robe as white as a cloud, soft as a ball of cotton, wrapped around a delicate willow-like body, and like a white lotus blooming in a pool.

Her skin is the same, like clouds, like snow, more like a transparent and rich jade, her eyes are clear and bright, like a pool of water under the hot sun.

Duan Zixiong seems to have fallen into the deep water of this pool, and he is almost drowning.

She said to Duan Zixiong with a smile: "Young master, the old lady asked you to go back to dinner." ”

"That's great, I'm really hungry after practicing for so long. After eating, I will reward you with a good reward. As he spoke, he hugged the woman in front of him.

"Oops, nasty. Ah...... Young master, don't be like this, let people see it in a while. The woman blushed and smiled, pretending to shirk.

Duan Zixiong looked at the delicious beauty in front of him, and his sudden interest became irrepressible. In broad daylight, he rudely put his big hand on Xiu'er, constantly wandering, and constantly rubbing.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Xiu'er muttered and slowly closed her eyes.

As the range became wider and wider, the intensity became heavier and heavier, and only listening to Xiu'er's coquettish moan, he collapsed in Duan Zixiong's arms, unable to get up again.

Duan Zixiong responded, and couldn't help but be confused, and his eyes slowly closed. With her right hand slowly moving up, Xiu'er's smooth skin passed smoothly through the palm of her hand without any resistance. When you reach your chest, you just feel like there are two hills, but it's very soft.

At this time, Xiu'er's nose was already out of breath, her face began to ripple with a flushed luster, her delicate moans turned in the air a thousand times, and her body couldn't help but writhe, like a soft willow on the river embankment, swaying.

"Quack ......"

Facing the sound, on the dead tree next to it, an unusually lively crow, as if moved by the passionate picture in front of him, opened its big mouth and used its broken voice to cheer up, and kept swaying left and right while calling.

"Goo, goo......"

A turtle dove squatted on a leafy tree, not knowing whether it was admiration or shame for the current scene, and unwilling to be just a spectator, then also hummed and chirped, and looked at the crow from time to time.

In this way, the two birds sang and harmonized, and the sound wave was higher and higher.

was so noisy that Xiu'er suddenly woke up.

"Less...... Young master, be careful of being ...... Known. Xiu'er said tremblingly.

After hearing this, Duan Zixiong immediately stopped, and then looked around in shock.

After being convinced that there was no one around, Duan Zixiong exhaled deeply. It can be seen that Duan Zixiong's fear of his father has penetrated deep into his bone marrow and has become an indelible shadow in his heart.

"Good, good, my little liver. I'll spare you now, and I'll clean you up when I'm done eating. Duan Zixiong touched the woman's little face and said.

"Nasty. After eating, let you touch enough. The woman pretended to be shy and ran as she turned back to the joke and said eloquently.

"Haha...... Sample, I like you like this, and you're pretty sassy. Looking at the woman running in front, Duan Zixiong said loudly, and then a lewd smile hung on his face.

After a while, Duan Zixiong walked with cheerful steps, whistled, and swaggered to the front of the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the woman Xiu'er who made him ecstatic just now.

Xiu'er is Duan Zixiong's mother's personal maid, because she is thoughtful, steady, and her appearance is quite prominent, she is deeply liked by her wife, so she often serves her. Over time, she became Duan Zixiong's mother's personal maid and was very loved.

Duan Yifeng loves martial arts and likes to lock himself in a secret room to practice hard, so he is often away from home, and his son Duan Zixiong has no one to take care of him. The mother has nothing to do and wants to take care of her son, but because she is getting older, many things cannot be done. So he often asked Xiu'er, a personal maid, to help him take care of Duan Zixiong.

In this way, the two of them were mixed together with dry wood and fire. Although Duan Zixiong is five big and three thick, he is not very good-looking, but the family business of the West Harrier Cold Ice School is here, and it can be said that he has a strong family background. And Xiu'er's background is not good, if she wants to have a good way out, the smart Xiu'er knows that only by giving herself can she grasp happiness. So, the two of them had the scene just now.

If the situation is better, Xiu'er will definitely not look down on Duan Zixiong. But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and the cruelty of real life has left Xiu'er with no more choices. What's more, now she doesn't have a real life, which can only be counted as survival in the strict sense. What she has to do is to persuade Duan Zixiong to marry herself as a concubine as soon as possible, it is impossible to be a wife, and Xiu'er is still self-aware of this.

The lowly group always has the way of coping with the life of the lowly group, but these ways and methods, for those who were born with a golden key, are so vulgar and unbearable, even dirty and dirty. But with a different identity, those who were born with a golden key have become a lowly group, and they may not have adopted the methods that they now despise and ridicule.

Position determines the head, as it has always been.

Of course, Duan Yifeng and his wife still don't know about Duan Zixiong and Xiu'er.

"Come on, Xiong'er, hurry up. Duan Zixiong's mother saw that her son had just entered the door, and began to greet him with joy.

At the dinner table, Duan Zixiong's mother would pick up vegetables for him and serve him soup for a while, and she was very busy. The Duan family has such a son, but he has to take care of it, for fear of wronging him.

While eating, Duan Zixiong looked at Xiu'er with squinting eyes, as if he wanted to eat her immediately.

Duan Yifeng, who was sitting in the right seat, noticed that Duan Zixiong was not doing right, and suddenly said with a straight face: "Eat well, look around, what are you looking at?"

When Duan Zixiong heard his father's words, he withdrew his gaze just now and continued to lower his head and pull the rice in the bowl.

When Duan Zixiong was counted down by his father, Xiu'er on the side couldn't help but chuckle, but soon calmed down again.