In the past few days, young people and old people often went to the thatched cottage in a remote area outside the city. Except for the season when Pang Qingfeng did not return home and stayed in the tavern to watch the night, he would stand on the hillside to watch almost every day. To avoid making too big a mistake, people from the Qice Mansion or the ferocious messengers would find an opening and come to attack and kill him. Although he didn't understand why the young man wanted to protect this young man who looked stupid no matter how he looked at it, after seeing the drawing come true a few days ago, Ling Tengqi felt it was very magical. He has a wide range of knowledge, and practitioners have the ability to use weird and bizarre methods. They have seen countless things, but they have never experienced such a masterful way of turning the imaginary into reality, which is almost a world of its own. Instead, he often went with the boy during his free time to watch Pang Qingfeng paint.
But after all, it is the temperament of a martial arts fanatic. Rather than being curious about how the Pang family was destroyed in the first place, it is better to say that Ling Tengqi is suspicious. Whose hand did that ordinary-looking writing brush come from? The terrifying ability of Yun Zhong, not to mention the magical power hidden in the subtle tip of the pen, made the old man often talk about it and ask Yun Zhong frequently about the origin of the person who borrowed the pen.
Yun Zhong never expected that the drunkard who taught in the school at the foot of Nangong Mountain all year round would be able to make this old man who was once at the top of the world so surprised with just a few moves. Looking back, I heard Liu Qingtong himself say that when Shantao Rong and two of the Five Juemen came to Nangong Mountain to break into the mountains, Yan Jiaqing also took action. Although his momentum was not as powerful as that of the old woodcutter, he was still He retreated completely, and most likely without exerting all his strength. If that yellow dragon really acted without restraint, how powerful it would be, even if Liu Qing had already entered the fourth realm, it was difficult to tell.
Ling Tengqi's question was simply to find out some details about Yan Jiaqing from the young man's mouth. However, he saw that the young man was in trouble and he really didn't know much. He only knew that this scholar who liked drinking very much said that it was from Yantangzhou. The fisherman who came here lives at the foot of Nangong Mountain and seems to be hiding from the disciples of the Immortal Clan all over the world.
Based on Ling Tengqi's early experience, he almost traveled around the whole world for a week, and never heard anyone mention the name of Yantangzhou. After thinking about it for two or three days, he couldn't think clearly about it, so he had to give up. , the same young man repeatedly told him that if Mr. Yan comes to the capital again next time, he must say hello to him and never let this weird cultivator go.
Yun Zhong was noncommittal. He was about to say something serious, but when the words reached his lips, he struggled to swallow them.
I received the letter from Wen Yu a few days ago. The young man thought hard for half a night, but he still didn't know how to write a reply. It was not until the sky was getting dark that he picked up the brush with the loose ink on the tip of the pen already drying up, filled the tip with warm water again, and picked up the pen. I wrote a letter in a hurry, a piece of rice paper with a thousand words written in it, tied it to the green bird's feet, and released it into the air full of my thoughts.
Wen Yu mentioned in his letter that he was determined to give the Diaoyu Lang magical power to Yun Zhong. He even had a long talk with Yan Jiaqing a long time in advance, and despite the latter's persuasion several times, he finally had to come to the capital in person. Although this matter was not mentioned during the trip, it still left Yun Zhong with a troublesome matter, which was to protect Pang Qingfeng's life and to find out the old affairs of the Pang family. Other than that, there was no further talk.
He had made up his mind not to take up the fisherman's business, but after all, they had known each other for a long time, and they had helped Nangong Mountain to defeat the enemy, and they were very favored. Yun Zhong had to pay attention to everything Yan Jiaqing entrusted, and Pang Qingfeng's temperament During the conversation, I also felt that this young man who had no spiritual connection had a good temperament, so he became more and more careful about everything.
However, apart from practicing swordsmanship and regulating meridians, as well as the recent frequent trivial matters in the gang, it is easy to delay the practice of boxing. Ling Tengqi was very dissatisfied. He cursed more than once, saying that he had delayed the first few months of boxing practice. At the time of building the foundation, if you want to lay a solid foundation and reach the sky, it is better to demolish dozens of extremely skilled men from the gang, prepare fast arrows and fast horses, and hide around the desolate village, which can probably protect it. Pang Qingfeng's life is not in danger.
But such a move made Yun Zhong feel inappropriate. There were too many things involved in this matter. The Pang family legacy and the Qice Mansion, as well as the prominent officials in the court behind them, if the Boyu Gang was implicated, I'm afraid It is extremely difficult to escape; and with the overt and covert methods of Qice Mansion, trying to use the extraordinary skills of the Boyu Gang to obstruct him is tantamount to risking his life.
"You can't do this, you can't do that. You can't do boxing. You go to my place all day long to eat and drink. Now you still have an awkward problem. Go back to your Huchao Pavilion as soon as possible to avoid being an eyesore." Ling The weapon slapped on the table, almost making the eloquent young man in front of him furious. However, the young man in front of him had a rogue expression. He picked up the drink in front of him and drank it all in one gulp without spilling even a drop. He actually had the thought to sip it. He pursed his lips and commented on the pot of wine.
It was just past noon, and most of the guests had already left after having had enough wine and food. The business in Lingzi Building gradually became deserted. The waiter had to rely on the door to rest for a while, and then there was an explosion in the back of his head. However, he was already accustomed to it after two fights. He yawned back, closed his eyes and took a nap, not paying any attention to the bickering between the two.
"Senior, please don't be impatient. In fact, it is not a tiring task for me to take time off to take care of that person every day. I have not been delayed in learning boxing, and the foundation is getting stronger. In a few days, I may be able to break the stone tablet in half. Please slow down your mood and wait until this matter is over before you can learn boxing with peace of mind without any irritation." Yun Zhong put down the wine bottle with satisfaction and realized that the water in the wine today was extremely mellow, and when it flowed into his chest and abdomen, there was a huge warmth. His thoughts flowed all over his body. He had been in the capital for a long time, and this bottle of wine was ranked among the top three. He narrowed his eyes for no reason, and his tone was quite kind.
But in Ling Tengqi's eyes, the face of the boy across the table, which was originally pretty, was really irritating. He suppressed the fire in his chest and spoke again.
"It is said that learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. This practice is even more so. If you don't punch a thousand punches today, you will have debts coming tomorrow, and you will encounter the enemy of life and death at that time. It will be too late to regret it. As long as the heels and feet of my internal martial arts are strong, they must not be weak. Since you have the talent to learn my internal martial arts, why are you not willing to lay a solid foundation?"
When Yun Zhong heard this, he also frowned.
Yun Zhong, who has been practicing for a long time, naturally knows the reason for this, but remembering that the young man with a very good temper will probably have to be found out by the Qice Mansion recently, so he has to secretly eliminate the roots, and he is a little unsure for a moment. He didn't hide anything, and said it truthfully, "Since the two cannot be taken into consideration at the same time, human life must be more important in the eyes of the juniors than cultivation. I wonder if the seniors have any good strategies to solve the problem at hand."
Ling Tengqi closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
"In this case, you kid, don't delay your boxing practice. I'll pull it off and invite some good guys from the Boyu Gang. I'll watch the young man's movements every day. If he returns home, I'll take over the job for you. I was on an errand to repair a thatched cottage and take care of it all the time. When I was traveling around the world in the early years, I met several people from the three realms who were familiar with formations. I collected a total of six large formations and wrapped them in bamboo slips. After several decades, Come to think of it, I still have a few percent of my power left, so I can pull out two or three of them and take the opportunity to hang them over that kid's head. If I meet a master, I can at least withstand two killing moves for the time being."
"How?" After saying this extremely long words, the old man suddenly stopped talking, stared at Yunzhong closely, and forced out two words with the tip of his tongue as sharp as breaking iron and cutting gold, and then said nothing. hair.
"Since Senior Ling always spoke like this, how dare I say no? I thanked you." Yun Zhong never thought that Ling Tengqi was really inspired by what he just said. It was two seats that were given away, which was indeed a bit shocking, but he still suppressed his expression for a moment, smiled and clasped his fists, stood up and saluted the old man.
Ling Tengqi has such a sharp eye, not to mention that he has spent decades on the spiritual path with swords, axes, and axes, but he has been practicing with the emperor for many years, and he can tell with a glance that the kid in front of him is happy, and he is clearly a talent just now. After saying this, the young man was overjoyed and his eyebrows were raised.
"I haven't said that I have made up my mind to help, but you have thanked me first. I am afraid that you are deliberately trying to make the people around you listen. If a senior like me regrets going back on my word, I will be stabbed in the spine. I originally thought that you have thick eyebrows. He is an honest person, but now it seems that he is not the least bit arrogant."
Ling Tengqi kept staring, but looking at the cracked calluses on the tips of the young man's fists, he somehow calmed down and smiled gloomily, "I'm afraid this wishful thinking is wrong. Who doesn't know about me, Ling Teng, up and down the Lingzi Building?" Qi has always been unreasonable. Even if I take back my words this time, Mr. Yun might as well give it a try. No one up and down the Lingzi Tower dares to say a word."
After all, he is a master who has been in the world for many years. He is quite kind when he is kind, but he is also quite a bastard when he is bad.
The young man froze on the spot and was stunned for a long time, until Ling Tengqi laughed and cursed, "If I don't go back and practice boxing quickly before I regret it, is it possible that I will have to eat dinner?"
Yun Zhong fled and seemed to have slipped away, leaving only the old man sitting in the banquet, pouring a pot of wine for himself, recalling the former's deflated expression and laughing loudly.
Going back a few years, many people in the capital actually knew that this martial arts expert, whose fists were powerful enough to weigh tens of thousands of kilograms, had beaten three people to death with one against three at the same level, beating drums and laying foundations. Several Eastern Zhudao formation masters who were in the Three Realms and were proficient in formations were famous, but they almost died.
Even after many years, the old man, whose fists were no longer as majestic as they were before, fell off the practice bridge. He was still willing to brag a few times to acquaintances in the capital, but whenever others wanted to take a look at the bamboo slips he had obtained, , Ling Tengqi always boasts and stares, scolding the last sentence with a beautiful thought.
Ps. In fact, the title of the chapter should be "One Dare to Ask, One Dare to Give", but unfortunately the word limit limits the taste.
