The sudden and fierce "attack" obviously frightened Wang Sizhi, but fortunately, Guiliu stopped him with a flick of his sleeve.
The man had already come to him, pushed him hard, and said angrily: "You are a man who has been stabbed a thousand times, you tricked me into coming to a place like this! Look at me..."
His voice suddenly dropped, and he was stunned when he saw the soft and timid Wang Sizhi beside him. Isn't this girl so pretty? Could it be that she is the most beautiful woman in the world?
Seeing his coveting eyes, Guiliu punched him in the chest and said coldly: "Put your eyeballs back in my eyes and call me sister-in-law!"
The man in beggar's uniform was stunned. He didn't say a word for a long time, and he hesitated: "You...your wife?"
Gui Liu kicked her away, "Call me sister-in-law!"
He dodged it as nimbly as a monkey, and said with a smile: "Hello, brothers and sisters. This kid is not very smart. Sometimes he is stupid and stubborn. Don't get angry with him. If you are bullied in the future, go to my brother. See if I don't let him. Beat him into a pig's head. Apart from his mother and his sister, I am the only one in the world who can cure him."
Wang Sizhi's face turned red and she nodded shyly.
He suddenly hooked up with Guiliu. This scene was extremely incongruous. To an outsider, it looked like a homeless man and a young man from an aristocratic family were tightly together, making an intimate gesture of rubbing their ears together.
"Are they willing? Don't kidnap and traffick good women again. Last time you kidnapped ten in Longzhou in one night..."
Guiliu quickly pressed his mouth and subconsciously looked at Wang Sizhi, who tilted his head slightly, smiled sweetly, and licked his red lips.
She held the white cat in her hands, tiptoed slightly, eager to try, "Keep talking."
Gui Liu tightly covered his mouth and said with an awkward smile: "He is talking nonsense, there is no such thing."
Wang Sizhi's face turned cold, "Don't look for me tonight, I won't go back to live." After saying that, he turned around and left, heading towards the thatched cottage where the little girl lived.
Gui Liu hurriedly exclaimed and said diligently, "I'll bring food over later."
Wang Sizhi ignored him, turned and left, leaving only a cold back.
When she walked away, Gei Liu was furious and kicked him bitterly, "Li, did you fucking do it on purpose? Do you know how hard I had to work to coax her!"
"You don't fucking really like her, I'm just seeking justice!"
After saying that, he kicked him back, but Geiliu dodged it.
No one would associate the ragged beggar in front of Guiliu with the rich and young people in the capital, but his family was truly wealthy. He, Li Minghao, is the eldest son of the Li family in the capital. His father is the minister of the Ministry of Industry and his mother is Mrs. Gaoming. He is a typical young master from aristocratic families.
But as for him looking like a beggar, even if he walked into the Li Mansion swaggeringly, it would be difficult for people not to think that he was there to beg for food.
In fact, Gui Liu was a little surprised when they first met. This kid ran away after a dispute with his family, but didn't he bring a box of gold with him when he ran away? I heard that his father fainted from anger when he got the news. It's only been a few years, and a box of gold is gone? And you still made yourself look like this?
Guiliu looked at him with a worried look on his face. He was about to speak, but was stopped by a gesture. Li Minghao grinned, "Heroes don't ask about the source. I may not necessarily want to tell you what you want to know. Of course, entertain me well, and it's okay to tell you some unimportant things."
Guiliu shook his head, "There is no big meat or fish on the mountain. However, the white rice porridge and steamed buns are made in the temple. The steamed buns are not guaranteed, but the Thousand People Porridge will definitely make you full."
Li Minghao stamped his feet, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's walk!"
By coincidence, the person who was making porridge in the porridge room was the monk who often followed the old abbot. When he saw the crown prince visiting, with this beggar-looking man beside him, he quickly said respectfully: "I have met your crown prince."
Guiliu randomly picked up a piece of hot steamed bun and stuffed it into his hand, and said with a smile: "This friend of mine is a little hungry, so he might eat more."
The young monk hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Your Highness the Prince can eat whatever you want, and everything will be satisfied." After saying that, he first took out two bowls of steaming porridge, put them on the table for cutting vegetables, and then removed the hanging He brought out two stools from the corner where he was wearing a raincoat, dusted them with feather dusters, and then asked Guiliu and Li Minghao to sit down.
The two of them were not polite and started drinking porridge and eating steamed buns directly in the porridge room. Li Minghao was really hungry. He lay in the snow for several days without dripping water. If it weren't for the warmth and nourishment of his whole body, he would have died in the cold weather.
Seeing that the young monk was still busy, Guiliu said: "There is no need for people to deliver food to my thatched cottage. My wife is with the little girl from the Bai family. Remember to send more there."
The young monk nodded quickly and said, "Remember it. Your Highness, feel free to eat. The young monk will ask someone to deliver the food."
Li Minghao, who was immersed in his porridge, glanced at him and said, "Can such a beautiful woman fall in love with you? Give her back to you? It's really becoming more and more shameless."
Guiliu was not annoyed and smiled and said, "She is eager to stick to me."
"It sounds like it's true."
Li Minghao continued to drink porridge. It had to be said that he was really hungry. He drank ten bowls of porridge in one go and ate several drawers of dry and wrinkled steamed buns. When he was satisfied, he took off the sword behind him and placed it on the ground. He leaned back and rubbed his bulging belly. Not to mention how comfortable he felt.
Gui Liu's eyes were all on his sword. Half of the sword was red, as if it was burned by fire, and the other half was blue, like frost mist that chilled the soul. "Yijian Collection" once recorded, "There is a huge sword on the south cliff. The water dragon is on fire. It can burn mountains and cook the sea, and it can swallow mountains and rivers."
Geiliu raised his head, looked at this man who had changed tremendously in two or three years, and asked softly: "After you left home, did you practice martial arts?"
Li Minghao shook his head and said: "It's not martial arts, it's a dream. I had a very, very long dream. In the dream, someone taught me martial arts, gave me a sword, and said that I was the one who would save the Dharma Ending Age. Hero, you must keep going."
Geiliu was stunned, "A dream?"
Li Minghao took a bite of the steamed bun and said vaguely: "After I ran away, I wanted to go over the mountains to Jiangnan to find some girls to play with, but I met horse bandits on the way. They kidnapped many girls, almost twenty or thirty, and they all had to be held captive. When I returned to the village, I saw them all crying and feeling soft-hearted, so I exchanged a box of gold for their lives."
Guiliu was a little surprised, "Okay, you, I haven't seen you so kind before."
"Then you are wrong." Li Minghao shook his head, extremely proud, "Do you know why the horse bandits did not dare to kidnap me, but instead made a fair deal with me?"
Guiliu frowned, "Unless they know your family background? But ordinary horse bandits can't bear to hear such a thunderous name as Zhuang Tianji Wang Gong Qiao. How can they know you, the eldest son of Li who has no official title?" Then?"
"Unless...unless they aren't horse bandits at all?"
Li Minghao smiled and nodded, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, looked around first, then deliberately lowered his voice and said carefully: "I used gold to pry open their mouths, and then I realized that Wu Peixian, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, turned out to be a sanctimonious person. A gentleman."
Guiliu stopped drinking porridge and looked gloomy: "You mean those poor captive women are going to be given to him?"
Li Minghao nodded and said with a smile: "Can't you tell? I didn't expect that Mr. Wu may seem to be upright and upright, but secretly he is a hypocrite who does dirty things."
Gui Liuliang took a breath and said, "This old fox has hidden deep enough. They say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. No wonder Wu Junzhi's aptitude turns out to be the true legacy of his father."
"I have traveled all over the south of the Yangtze River in the past few years, and I have met him once or twice." Li Minghao paused and said seriously: "There is a martial arts master beside him, the twelfth-ranked Yao Tiao in white. And You also know that he is the new sword master of the ancient sword Fuji. That sword can cut off luck and is useless to ordinary people, but you should be the most careful."
"I know all this." Guiliu said softly: "My snow-white dragon has already been killed by him."
Li Minghao's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost hit the table and burst out in disbelief, "How could it be possible? Your mother won't take action?!"
Guiliu said calmly: "This is extremely involved, otherwise my mother would not be able to sit idly by. And since Wu Peixian wants to kill me, she will definitely find a way to deal with my mother."
"Your mother is one of the most invincible people in the world. Wu Peixian probably can't do anything about it."
Li Minghao suddenly looked ugly, "Unless... Wu Ping's first three take action? But it's unlikely."
"Let's take a step and see."
Thinking of this, Guiliu realized why he had unknowingly changed the subject. Shouldn't he be talking about dreaming and transferring skills?
He looked at Li Minghao with an expressionless expression on his face, "Are you going to stop talking about the dream transfer?"
"No more talk, no more talk." He took back the sword and said with a smile: "When will you return to Beijing, take me with you, and we two brothers will go to Chunxian Tower to kidnap that famous woman. I really want to see if you can How beautiful is the woman who asked the Empress to say "disaster to the country and the people"?"
Guiliu stood up, looked at the distant mountains outside the door, and said softly: "It's useless, that woman is my mother's heart and no one is allowed to get involved. Maybe she will become my sister in the future."
Li Minghao's eyes were sharp, "So you have already seen her? How is she? How beautiful is she?"
"No." Guiliu made a bitter face at him and walked out the door first.
Bathed in the sunshine, he gently held the handle of Lu Shui's knife, and then released it.
The warm sword intention in the sheath is enough to take on a peak fourth-grade warrior. If after a while, the sword intention reaches the perfect state, you can consider another trip to Jingzhuang River.
In the past few days, I have been breathing and meditating according to the Taoist Immortal Sutra presented by Master Lotus Crown, and I can clearly feel that more than half of the suppressed anger in my heart has been eliminated. The old abbot once said that whenever you can calmly carve out a stone lotus flower, you can return to the long river of time. Now there is a piece of carving stone on the table in his thatched cottage. Four petals of the nine-petal lotus have been carved out, and the carving will only get faster and simpler, so the day of stepping into the long river of time again is not as easy as imagined. Wait a long time.
The pine branches suddenly trembled, shattering countless fine snows.
The old abbot, who was reading forbidden books in seclusion, was surprised and quickly put down the book. He was about to shrink down and step out, but then he smiled and shook his head.
Guiliu has suppressed the anger in his heart.
In order to kill the Green Belt City Lord, I have endured it for more than ten years, can I still bear it for a moment?
Under the dazzling sunshine, he was dressed in snow-white clothes and strode forward, looking like an immortal.
