With a cold snort, Zhao Rishui said unhappily: "Why, you can't even say a word of thanks?"

Zhao Ritian next to him wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time to glared at Zhao Rishui fiercely. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ling Lingqi stood still, turned around, and looked at Yue Thirteen, who was bowing his head and pouring himself a pot of wine that Xiao Er had just served.

Ling Lingqi saluted Yue Thirteen again and said, "Thank you, senior!" said thank you, but his voice was so jerky and calm that people couldn't feel his gratitude.

"Thank you, it's vulgar, don't thank you," Yue 13 raised his head and drained the wine, "If you don't thank you, it's disrespectful! Hahaha, it's interesting!" Yue 13 finally looked at Ling Lingqi, "Actually, we are all fellow martial artists, some small things, not enough to worry about, thank you or not, keep one mind!"

Ling Lingqi's face was slightly moved, as if he was in a state of mind by Yue Thirteen's words.

"Do you want to sit down and have a drink?" Yue Shisan motioned for his little apprentice to move over and sit on a stool with Zhao Rishui, leaving a vacant seat for Ling Lingqi.

Ling Lingqi bent down and said goodbye: "The seniors are kind, the juniors don't dare to be, it will meet again one day!"

It wasn't until Ling Lingqi led the old horse to leave step by step and disappeared that Zhao Rishui finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart: "Uncle Shi, how can that person just now be called a person in the martial arts?" Zhao Rishui wanted to say that Ling Lingqi actually didn't know how to be polite, where could he be called a wonderful person, but he was just glared at by Zhao Ritian, and now he only dared to pick a question that he was most sure of.

"Yitian, tell me about it!" Yue Shisan smiled slightly and looked at Zhao Ritian.

Although Zhao Ritian has passed the age of standing, because of his handsome and elegant appearance, at first glance, he is at most twenty-five years old. At this time, when asked by the uncle, the sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "The person just now is weaker than ordinary people in terms of physique, and his right hand is very withered, which may be due to serious damage to the muscles and veins, which is like a cripple; As for his achievements in swordsmanship, it's hard to say, the so-called one force will drop ten times, his internal breath is too weak, and he will suffer a big loss in many aspects!" Zhao Ritian said in one breath, covering all aspects and being very detailed.

Zhao Rishui opened his mouth, looking incredulous, and set his eyes on Yue Thirteen, hoping to draw another statement from Yue Thirteen's mouth. And Hong Jiao next to Zhao Rishui, at this time, a pair of wonderful eyes were completely cast on Zhao Ritian's face, full of worship. Hong Jiao's master is the wife of Linghu Yijian, and Hong Jiao herself is also a recognized beauty of the Huashan faction, this time Hong Jiao can follow Yue 13 out for a long time, during which there is no painstaking work of the water heart, hoping that the building near the water can get the moon first, Hong Jiao is his beloved apprentice, and Zhao Ritian is the most outstanding second-generation disciple of Huashan, the two can be matched together, that is the best.

Yue 13 laughed: "Yitian can be a teacher!"

Zhao Ritian hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Uncle Shi has won the award, and the disciple still has to rely on Uncle Shi to mention something." ”

Yue Shisan drank a glass of wine, smiled but did not speak, and the faces of the two personal disciples beside him were a little gloomy while admiring......

Yue 13 and his entourage packed up, and in the sound of Qiu Sangong's send-off, they got on their horses one after another, and after leaving Tianshui Town, they rode their horses and galloped, and went north along the official road.

But before he could get out of the three-mile road, Zhao Ritian at the front stopped at a fork in the road, not because he didn't know which way to go, but because there was a person standing in front of him, a person who had just had a relationship--- Ling Lingqi.

The group pulled the reins and stopped, and a few meters in front of them, Ling Lingqi turned around and signaled to Yue Thirteen. At this time, there was an old farmer in tattered clothes standing next to Ling Lingqi, and behind the old farmer was parked an ox cart full of dry firewood, and the ox pulling the cart was already getting old. The dusty old peasant and several dignitaries suddenly stopped their horses and looked at him, although he knew that he had not done anything wrong, but his legs were still a little disobedient, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, and the fear of the superior in his bones was completely visible at this time.

"Uncle, you can go. Ling Lingqi gently patted the old farmer's shoulder and said.

"I ...... I...... Really give it to me?" the old farmer grabbed the rope and put it in his arms, and everyone appeared, Ling Lingqi's horse was being held by the old farmer at this time.

What's going on?

Zhao Rishui, who was sitting on horseback, frowned, and looked condescendingly at Ling Lingqi, who made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course it's true, let's go. Ling Lingqi's tone was never in a hurry, and he gently pushed the old farmer, and asked the old farmer to lead the ox cart and his old horse to Tianshui Town.

Ling Lingqi's old horse seemed to know that it was about to be separated from its master, and with a long neigh, the horse's hooves stomped on the ground, stirring up a puff of dust, and his brass bell-like eyes were full of sadness.

Ling Lingqi touched the old horse's head, sighed, patted the horse's back twice, and stopped speaking, at this time, he was finally no longer indifferent.

The old farmer thanked Ling Ling for his seven thousand kindnesses, and then walked along the road let by Hong Jiao and Zhao Ritian, leading a cart and a horse, and slowly left.

"Did you 'give' the horse to the old peasant?" asked Hong Jiao in amazement, and her emerald green clothes set off her white and red skin brightly and movingly.

"Yes. Ling Lingqi still looked at the old horse that was slowly leaving, and replied softly.

"Why did you give it away?" Hong Jiao, who had always been very squeamish, didn't care about Ling Lingqi's unreasonableness at all.

"It's old. Ling Lingqi replied, but there were still a few words in his heart: "I am penniless now, and I can't protect myself, rather than let it suffer with me, it is better to give it away, maybe it can live an easier life." At this time, the old farmer had turned into a mountain corner in the distance, and the jingling of the bells on the ox cart was finally no longer heard, and Ling Lingqi finally set his eyes on Hong Jiao.

"The big fat man asked you to sell the horse to him before, why don't you agree?" The three words of the big fat man were said in Hong Jiao's sweet voice, adding a bit of meaning, and it seemed that the image of the big fat man was invisibly distinct.

"How can you sell your friends?" In Ling Lingqi's eyes, that old horse was not only his mount, but also his friend.

"Then you give it away now, isn't it?"

"The old man had promised me that he would take good care of the horse until he died, and that if I sold it to the boss, it would be reduced to a meal at once. Ling Lingqi explained, it was the first time he said so many words in one breath, and the jerkiness in his tone was quite obvious.

"I can't see that the little brother still has such a temperament, which is really admirable. Yue Shisan, who had not spoken, laughed and said, "Dare to ask the little brother where he is going?"

"Don't hide it from my seniors, I plan to go to Tianshan. Ling Lingqi looked at Yue Thirteen and hesitated.

Tian Shan (To be continued.) )