"What if I insist on moving?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Jin snorted coldly, and suddenly kicked out his right leg, hitting the sun point on Huang Ding's head.
Although the owner of Wangbei Villa is nearly fifty years old, he has been retired for many years.
But after all, he was once the general of the Langxiao Kingdom who had never died in a hundred battles, and he was also the king of Beiyuan, so he still had the minimum ability to fight against the enemy.
In addition, Qiu Jin's kick was very clumsy, and the initial signs were very obvious. Not to mention Zhuang Zhuang, even people with a little practical experience could easily predict and react.
Ling Zhen knew it.
This leg move is a deliberate act, or it can be said to be a manifestation of "humanity and sophistication".
Huang Ding leaned back with his upper body, his neck jerked up, and in an instant, a whip-like long leg scraped past his eyes, missing the vital part of his head.
Qiu Jin's legs were not only extremely large, but even the movement of closing the moves was extremely slow, like a foolish child who had not practiced martial arts for a long time and whose hands and feet were uncoordinated.
Huang Ding had quick eyesight and quick hands. While his right foot was still hanging in the air, he hit the ankle of his left foot hard with an iron crutch.
"Boom!"
There was a crisp sound of iron hitting bone.
Qiu Jin screamed in pain, immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"Wrong, I was wrong! Brother, my Brother Huang, please stop fighting!"
While Qiu Jin was rubbing the ankle of his left foot, he begged loudly for mercy. His facial expression was ferocious and painful, as if he was really in unbearable pain.
Ling Zhen touched his chin.
I wish I could act like this anytime.
Huang Ding looked condescendingly at the yellow-haired man and shouted: "Qiu, I regard you as my brother, but you bully my daughter again and again. What's the point of this?!"
Qiu Jin clasped his hands together, looking extremely devout like a Buddhist, lowering his head and pleading: "Brother Huang, I am too presumptuous. For the sake of our past friendship, please let me go this time!"
Huang Ding let out a rough breath through his nose, "You are my adopted brother. I didn't want to do anything with you. Seeing that you sincerely admit your mistake today, I will spare you."
Qiu Jin climbed up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his buttocks, bowed deeply to his eldest brother Huang Ding, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Huang, for your forgiveness!"
"I have spared you this time, if there is another time..."
Huang Ding said solemnly, "I have to break your legs!"
"Brother Huang, don't worry. I will never dare to touch a hair on your daughter's face again in the future. When I see her on the street, I will kowtow to her twice!"
Qiu Jin pretended to admit his mistake sincerely, walked to Huang Ding's side, and put his mouth next to the old brother's ear.
With a volume that only two people could hear, he whispered under the tone of the door: "Brother Huang, now you owe me a favor as a boss."
Huang Ding said in a voice that his daughter could not hear: "Thank you so much, brother Qiu. Huang will never forget this kind of kindness."
Qiu Jin turned and walked away, waving goodbye loudly, "Brother, please take care of yourself, see you soon!"
Ling Zhen followed behind him.
After bidding farewell to his sworn brother Huang Ding, Qiu Jin led the maroon horse and left Wangbei Villa before it got dark, heading down the mountain with Ye Yiran and Ling Zhen.
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As the sun sets, at the entrance of the manor on the top of Purple Mountain, Huangfu Ding, who once dominated the Northern Kingdom, stands alone.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the north, thinking of his sworn brother Qiu Jin, who had a congenial spirit and could trust him with life and death.
The owner of the village, Huang Ding, leaned on the iron crutches, and silently came up with a heartfelt sentence full of emotion in his heart, or it was just a famous poem with fourteen words.
"Don't worry, there are no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you?"
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Ying Chun raised his white eyebrows and suddenly asked: "Speaking of Qinglong Sword Immortal, why don't you reshape a new body for your brother Wan Lun Wan? Just let him live alone and lonely for so long in the form of the Great Wall of Golden Light. Nian, you kid, are you really feeling sorry for yourself? Don’t you feel that you have done something wrong to that brother who has become a sworn brother and asked you to take a look at the world for him? "
Wei Jie didn't think too much and answered truthfully, and responded straightforwardly: "Mr. Ying doesn't know something. If it weren't for Brother Wan who transformed into the Yuanshen Great Wall and divided the north and south boundaries of Dayu and Tianzhu, there wouldn't be any explanation. In a few decades, or even in just a few years, the entire northern grassland will be swallowed up by the southern country! By then, no less than tens of millions of men and women will be dead, and all life in the polar regions will be devastated. In order to compete for the vast territory In this territory, the children of Zhongyuan are destined to fight each other, and the war will never end... In other words, Brother Wan is exchanging his own freedom for the peace and tranquility of thousands of people!"
"So, you kid, you deliberately didn't help your brother Wan out of trouble just so that he could accomplish this heroic feat?"
The thin black old man asked with his snow-white eyebrows raised.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt solemnly nodded, "Exactly, this is a great achievement that will never be easy! Brother Wan and I are deeply indebted to each other. If not, how could I not help him find relief? Even you, old man..."
When the words reached this point, Wei Jie's expression changed slightly, and he stopped talking in time and stopped talking.
The tiger-skinned old man Ying Chun, who had already guessed the meaning of the green-robed guest, coldly twitched his lips and said indifferently, "Can't you imagine that you really deserve to be reborn in the human world? What a great joy it is." Son? Ordinary monks nourish their body, accumulate spiritual energy, and strive for immortality. The goal is to become an immortal. But what about me? I am the reincarnation of an immortal in heaven. I have lived enough days of being invincible in the world. I have long since lost my extraordinary pursuit of truth and my physical body. The vision of sanctification, being alone and a widower, always feels that living for so many extra years is not interesting at all. On the contrary, the burdens are more important than the freedom, and the trivial matters of the world are more important than the joy and freedom!"
Wei Jie was speechless for a long time, and then a sentence came out of his mouth: "How about the junior find a wife for the senior?"
Ying Chun glanced at the middle-aged man in a green shirt and said with a calm expression, "Okay, just marry me your wife."
Wei Jie stared in shock, almost dislocating his jaw. He glanced around subconsciously, then waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, Sister Su is not something that can be exchanged at will. How can you just remarry? Senior, you This request is too... too much."
"You're in a hurry, you kid is in a hurry."
Ying Chun laughed and joked, "Look at you looking like a useless person with your ears raking. I am making fun of you. Who wants Miss Su to really remarry? Even if she is willing, I am not willing to marry a woman who has given birth to children!"
Wei Jie smiled bitterly, feeling really ashamed in his heart.
Fortunately, Su Yubai is not here at the moment.
Otherwise, according to her temper, she would have to draw her sword and chop several times on Mr. Ying's forehead...
"I've been like this for the rest of my life. I don't need to marry another wife. It's really boring."
Ying Chun shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said leisurely: "But when people are alive, they have to do things that dead people can't do."
Wei Jie seized this opportunity, complimented him, rubbed his hands and bowed, saying, "Senior's words of wisdom are precious."
Ying Chun narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You golden ass."
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Moling City.
Hundreds of years ago, in the history of the Central Plains, there was a period when three countries stood side by side, which was known as the "Tripod" in history.
Among them, the country in the southeast is called "Da Wu", and this Moling is the former capital of the Kingdom of Wu.
This place is adjacent to the sea in the southeast, with vast blessings and feng shui that nourish each other. Since ancient times, it has been known as the "beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River and the imperial state of Moling". It is a dream destination for many tourists.
City market.
On that straight street, Qiu and Ye rode on Zi Lei's back.
Ling Zhen rides side by side, wearing a white horse and a green robe.
There are shops or vendors all along the streets, and shouts and shouts come and go, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
"Red-haired monster, is this fragrance on your body really brought from your mother's womb?"
Qiu Jin asked casually when he had nothing to do.
Ling Zhen actually smelled this fragrance quite clearly that day on the bamboo bridge over the creek.
As soon as I take my first breath, I feel relaxed and happy.
It's just that after getting along with each other for a while, the habit has become natural, and I don't feel much anymore.
"if not?"
Ye Yiran always likes to use rhetorical questions like this, "Do you think I secretly applied rouge behind your back?"
Qiu Jin smiled and shook his head. He leaned close to the back of the red-haired woman's neck and said in a low voice: "That's wrong. There is no rouge in the world that can compare with the smell on your body."
Ye Yiran snorted lightly and pretended not to care: "Have you smelled a lot of rouge? How dare you say such a thing..."
Although she expressed disdain for Qiu Jin's teasing words, the corners of her mouth still curled up slightly uncontrollably.
Ling Zhen laughed and said: "Miss Ye, what you said is ridiculous. My brother Qiu, I have been used to smelling the smell of powder in my life, and I have long been called an expert in this field."
