The snowflakes in the sky are fluttering, and at this time, the middle capital will be able to see a snow-white patch. At this moment, there was a sudden shouting from the west, and more than a dozen soldiers and servants held rattan sticks in their hands and beat them on both sides to expel the idlers. The crowd gave way to both sides. I saw six strong men around the corner carrying a sedan chair embroidered with gold and red. When Zhao Zhijing saw the sedan chair of the visitor, he naturally knew that it was the sedan chair of Yang Kang's mother, the princess of the sixth prince of the Jin Kingdom at this time, and the wife that Yang Tiexin had been looking for with the pseudonym Mu Yi all these years.

Yang Kang's servants saw the sedan chair and shouted, "The princess is here!" Yang Kang frowned and scolded: "Who is going to tell the princess if there is a lot of trouble?" The servants did not dare to answer, and waited for the embroidered sedan chair to be carried to the side of the competition field. When the embroidered sedan chair stopped, I only heard a woman's voice in the sedan chair say: "Why are you fighting with people? I didn't wear a long coat in the heavy snow, and I turned around and caught a cold!"

The voice is very delicate. At this time, Mu Yi heard this sound from afar, like thunder and lightning in his body, and his ears buzzed, and his heart suddenly jumped, and then his face became gloomy again. Zhao Zhijing's eyes swept at this time and everyone saw Yang Tiexin's appearance, and he naturally knew his thoughts at this time, how many years of searching, and when he heard a person with the same voice at this time, he would naturally arouse the feelings in his heart that had become stronger after the fermentation of time, and thought that Bao Xiqiao at this time was the princess of the Jin Kingdom, and the wife he missed was just a folk woman, Yang Tiexin's face would naturally become gloomy.

But people's feelings are not something they can control, at this time, Yang Tie couldn't help but slowly approach the embroidered sedan chair, only to see a slender hand stretched out in the sedan chair, holding a handkerchief in his hand to Yang Kang to wipe off the sweat and dust on his face, and whispered a few words, I don't know what to say, most of them are reproachful and concerning.

At this time, Yang Kang did not see the previous domineering at all, at this time, under the care of his mother, he was like a child being touched by his mother's dear, his face was full of happiness, as if the previous dispute and battle with Guo Jing had been forgotten by him. I only heard Yang Kang say: "Mom, I'm fun, it's okay." Bao Xi said weakly: "Hurry up and get dressed, let's go back together." Yang Tiexin was shocked again at this time: "How can there be people in the world who speak with such the same voice?" Seeing that the snow-white hand was retracted into the sedan chair, a warm curtain hung in front of the sedan chair, and a few peonies were embroidered with gold thread. Although he stared and stared, how could his eyes penetrate this golden and brilliant warm curtain.

At this moment, one of Yang Kang's entourages walked up to Guo Jing and picked up the little prince's brocade robe and scolded, "Little beast, this robe makes you look like this!" A soldier who came with the princess raised a rattan brush and whipped it down on Guo Jing's head. Guo Jing turned sideways and stepped out of the way, hooked his wrist with his left foot, and swept out the soldier, and fell to the ground.

Guo Jing snatched the rattan, brushed it on his back, and whipped it three times, and shouted: "Who told you to beat people indiscriminately?" Yang Kang shouted angrily: "You are still rampant?" caught Guo Jing's two soldiers who threw him head-on, put them on the ground, and then rushed forward, kicked out with his left foot, and directly took Guo Jing's lower abdomen. Guo Jing flashed in, and the two joined hands again.

The princess shouted repeatedly, and the little prince did not seem to be afraid of his mother, but was a little pampered and arrogant, and turned around and shouted: "Mom, look at me! This country boy came to Beijing to spread wilderness, and it was not good to give him some hardship, but I was afraid that he would not even know his own surname." The two dismantled dozens of tricks, and the little prince was pretentious to show his means in front of his mother, only to see that his figure was erratic, and his palm was smart, Guo Jing really couldn't resist it, and punched him again, and then fell twice.

Yang Tiexin couldn't care about any other places at this time, staring at the sedan chair, only to see the corner of the embroidered curtain lifted slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes and a few sideburns, and his eyes were full of tenderness and concern, watching the little prince and Guo Jing fight. Mu Yi looked at these eyes, his body was nailed to the ground like a clay sculpture and wood carving, and he couldn't move anymore.

Zhao Zhijing sat by the window upstairs, carrying the fragrant tea that Xiao Qun poured for him in one hand, and there was a trace of heat rising on the smooth teacup, and wisps of mist were floating in this snowy season. Zhao Zhijing's eyes were slightly closed, looking at the people in the field, and a sentence passed in his heart, the family had been waiting for the meeting for several years, but the identities of the two were different at this time.

The scene in the field changed rapidly, and I only heard Peng Lianhu smile at Yang Kang and said, "Little prince, I will cook for you, save this kid from being entangled in the future!" Guo Jing knew that he was not lucky, so he had to raise his arms and jerk his luck to block the frame.

The Lingzhi Venerable Master and the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster glanced at each other, and knew that Guo Jing's arms could no longer protect the thousand-handed man Tu Peng Lianhu, and his arm had to be broken. At this moment, one of the people shouted, "Slow down!" A gray figure flew out, and a strange blade waved in the air, and Peng Lianhu's wrist was already wrapped.

Peng Lianhu's right wrist was pulled back with a click, and the weapon of the comer was pulled off in unison, and his left palm came out immediately. The man lowered his head and avoided his left hand, picked Guo Jing up by the waist, and jumped aside. Only then did everyone see clearly that the man was a middle-aged Taoist, wearing a gray Taoist robe, and only one of the whisks in his hands was left, and the silk strip of the whisks had been pulled off by Peng Lianhu and were still wrapped around his wrists.

That Dao person and Peng Lianhu looked at each other, although Shicai only changed one move, but they both knew that the other party was very good. The man said: "The foot is the famous Peng Zhai master? ”

Peng Lianhu said: "I don't dare to ask the Taoist Fa number." At this moment, hundreds of eyes were staring at the man. The man didn't answer, stretched out his left foot and took a step forward, and then shrank back, only to see a deep mark left on the ground, which was nearly a foot deep, at this time, the snow fell at the beginning of the heavy snow, and the snow was less than half an inch, he casually stretched out his foot and stepped on it, it was such a deep mark, and the work under his feet was really shocking. Peng Lianhu's heart was shocked and said, "Is the Dao Chief the real person of the Yuyang Ziwang who is known as the Iron Foot Immortal?"

The humane: "Peng Zhai's words are serious. Poor Dao is exactly the king, and the word 'real person' will never dare to be it. Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng, Lingzhi Venerable Master, etc., all know that Wang is a well-known role in the Quanzhen Sect, second only to Changchun Ziqiu, but although he has heard his name for a long time, he has never seen it, at this time, he looked carefully, only to see his long eyebrows, three bushes of black beard, white socks, gray shoes under the chin sparsely, it seems to be a very important decoration of the feather shi, if it is not suitable to see his kung fu, I really don't believe that this person is a one-legged standing, with a move in the deep valley of ten thousand zhang, "the wind swings the lotus leaf", so as to subdue the iron-footed fairy Yuyangzi of Hebei and Shandong.

Zhao Zhijing saw Wang Chuyi's figure, a warm smile appeared on his face, and said to Xiao Qun beside him: "Master Xiao Tan, the family teacher is here! If you see him in the rivers and lakes in the future, you can't snub him!

After saying that, he closed his eyes and looked at Xiao Qun who was close at hand, Xiao Qun at this time felt that Zhao Zhijing's eyes seemed warm but with sharp eyes, and thought: "Even if the sect leader's master naturally wants to be treated unusually, the sect leader's martial arts are so high, I think his master should be even better!" I thought in my heart: "It turns out that the master of the sect leader is Wang Chuyi, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen??????"