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Soon Ling Lingqi came in with a plate of water, and Peony immediately sat back on the bed and pretended to be in pain, looking pitiful.

Ling Lingqi shook her head, soaked the face towel in water, handed it to her, and said, "Come, wash your face." ”

Peony took it obediently and wiped her face. Finally, he rinsed his mouth with water, and Ling Lingqi brought all the food to Peony one by one and said, "Do you need me to feed you?"

Peony was delighted, and quickly nodded: "Of course." ”

Ling Lingqi snorted and said, "If you want me to serve, just say it, look at how well you pretend, isn't it hard?"

Peony stared at her eyes and opened her mouth and said, "How do you know that I am pretending?"

Ling Lingqi pouted and said, "You don't know that I have good ears? You jumped around as soon as I came out of the door, didn't you hear me?"

Peony grinned and said, "Okay, I like you to love me, can't I? I will be your wife in the future, and a husband should love his wife." ”

Ling Lingqi was amused by her, and fed the peony little by little with a spoon. A food with relish and happiness overflowing on the surface. One was happy and satisfied, and finally fed the peony, Ling Lingqi took out the rice bowl, and then asked the shopkeeper to fetch some water to come up and take a bath.

The shopkeeper was used to seeing that there were women in many guest rooms, so they didn't think it was strange to Ling Lingqi, and poured more than half a bucket of water to the brim, and Ling Lingqi gave him a silver ingot.

The shopkeeper nodded and went out. Ling Lingqi unbuttoned his coat and said, "Do you want to wash it together?"

Peony was shy, lowered her head and blushed and said, "It's not okay? ”

Ling Lingqi glanced at the big bucket and smiled, "Your small body can still be squeezed." ”

Morning came quickly, and the streets were already bustling with people making ends meet today's vendors.

Ling Lingqi walked out onto the street, ready to go to the teahouse to find out the news.

However, when he was walking on the street, he suddenly encountered a Mongolian Tartar riding a horse on a rampage, and passers-by avoided it one after another, but Ling Lingqi didn't want to, but he didn't have this mood to give way, why should the Mongols be superior here? You can eat and drink without money, you can be powerful? You must punish this Mongol well, the Tartar riding a horse in front of him was obviously very unhappy with his indifferent expression, and the whip in his right hand came directly to him.

Seeing that the whip was about to reach his body, Ling Lingqi was still in doubt and did not react, and the other people on the street also stopped, making a burst of gasping sound, seeing that Ling Lingqi was dressed as a southerner, not a Mongolian, this time he was going to suffer a big loss, the Mongolian Tartar could be ruthless, and he didn't have to be responsible for killing people.

"Smack!"

Some timid passers-by even closed their eyes, not daring to look at the next scene.

The whip did not fall in the end, and was grabbed in the hand by a man in a blue robe, this person did not look very old, and there was a lotus flower on the robe, but this lotus flower was different from what he saw on weekdays, but a cyan lotus, and under the lotus were two small swords, as if supporting the green lotus.

"Friend, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, and you want to respect yourself!" the man's voice was not loud, but it could not be questioned.

There was also a change in the eyes of the fierce Mongolian Tartar, and when his eyes swept over the green lotus, the horsewhip in his hand was even more retracted, and he glanced back at his companion behind him.

A young man in a fancy costume walked out of the horse team, the cold arrogance between his eyebrows made people feel very cold, he held a folding fan in his hand, and what was even more eye-catching was his sword, which was a few points longer than an ordinary sword, and the sword spike was an extremely rare golden color, which was enough to show that his identity was definitely a rich or noble existence.

"Quanzhen faction, today this son will give you a face, but don't think that a Quanzhen faction can make me Mongolians afraid. The young man in the costume spoke, causing the fierce Mongolian man to glare back.

"Thank you, Childe, the Quanzhen faction has no quarrel with the world, but I don't want to let there be more murderers in the world. The one who helped Ling Lingqi block the horsewhip before answered was neither humble nor arrogant, and his words also won the favor of the people around him, and also made Ling Lingqi very curious.

The Quanzhen faction, which was founded by Wang Chongyang, and the Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen faction is very respected by the Mongolian Khan, so it is no wonder that the Mongols dare not provoke it.

When Ling Lingqi was shocked in his heart, the young man in Chinese clothes galloped away with the horse team, and the Taoist who was said to be the Quanzhen Sect also left after smiling at him, and when he came back to his senses, there was no other person in his eyes, and he didn't have a chance to ask.

The crowd of onlookers on the street gradually dispersed, Ling Lingqi couldn't hide his excitement in his heart, although he didn't make a move by himself, but he met the Quanzhen faction, it was not worth the trip, he went to the teahouse in front of him, he needed to know more things.

"Did you hear about it just now? The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect appeared, and the Quanzhen Sect is a big faction in the rivers and lakes, and it is said that the people who came out of there are all masters in the martial arts. ”

"Yes, the Quanzhen faction is a big faction that many people dream of wanting to enter, and it has faintly become the momentum of martial arts leaders over the years, but I don't think the fancy man in the costume just now doesn't look like a nobody, I don't know who knows his identity?"

Obviously, the topics of the guests in the teahouse were all about what Ling Lingqi had encountered just now, and Ling Lingqi also listened to it with relish, just now when the young man in the fancy clothes was leaving, there was a murderous aura, and he was clearly sensed.

"He, the owner of the golden sword spike, the long sword in his hand is three feet three, it's a blood-drinking sword!" said an old man at the next table, with some fear in his cloudy eyes.

"Ah, it's him!" the old man had just finished speaking, and someone reacted, with the same fear on his face, as if he had heard the name of the king of Yama.

"Who the hell is he?" someone who didn't know asked again, this was also what Ling Lingqi wanted to ask most at this moment.

"The desert in the north of the country is thousands of feet, and a little burial flower and blood is empty!" the old man who had just spoken said softly.

"Sebei, the son of the Mongolian Hanako family, how could he be here?" said someone tremblingly.

Similarly, Ling Lingqi also remembered the name of this person, and also remembered the Saibei Hanako family behind him.

Hua Mu'er, less than twenty years old this year, no one has seen the long sword out of the sheath, the sword out of the sheath must drink blood, the people who have seen it are no longer in this world, and the Hanako family is known as the first family in Saibei.

The people in the teahouse didn't know if it was because they heard the name Hua Mu'er, so they stopped talking at the moment, and began to eat and drink. (To be continued.) )