"Uh, what's the matter? I just want to tell Drought Demon Corpse Ancestor that I'm hungry, haha!"
Jiang Yunqing looked carelessly and stretched out his hand to gently push away the general's hand. Then he flashed and came to Uncle Yang's side and said with a wink, "Master, it seems that your second spring has turned out pretty well!"
After rushing around to Uncle Yang, Jiang Yunqing bowed to Taoist Qinghuan who was opposite Uncle Yang.
"I've met the master's wife!"
Hearing this, he raised his hand and hung it above the chessboard, holding a black chess piece. Taoist Qinghuan, who was about to place the piece, trembled all over. The chess piece held between his fingertips shook and almost fell.
Her heart was in chaos!
Her decades of hard work in cultivating her character were ruined!
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Uncle Yang turned around, raised his foot, and kicked Jiang Yunqing on the butt.
Jiang Yunqing did not hide, and allowed his master to kick him, and then flew to the side with great cooperation, hitting the steps.
"Hey, you, Master, you are trying to murder your own disciple!"
Jiang Yunqing just lay on the steps, rubbing her butt, crying and wailing.
Uncle Yang, however, didn't care what Jiang Yunqing shouted. He knew very well that with his little martial arts, even if he kicked with all his strength, he would not be able to cause any harm to his eldest disciple, let alone the casual kick just now. This stinky Boy, it's just pretending!
"Ahem!"
Clearing his throat, he looked apologetically at Taoist Qinghuan across from him: "Fellow Taoist Qinghuan, this guy has always been arrogant. Don't mind. I will teach him a lesson later!"
Taoist Qinghuan glanced at the place where he wanted to place the stone. The black chess piece had formed a perfect circle around the white chess piece. As long as this piece fell, he could capture a large piece of black chess piece.
"Huh~"
Taoist Qinghuan took a deep breath, held the chess piece between his index and middle fingers, and took the black chess piece back into his palm.
"Fellow Daoist Qinghuan, what's wrong?"
Uncle Yang, who was paying attention to Taoist Qinghuan's every move, was slightly startled, thinking that Taoist Qinghuan was angry, his voice suddenly softened by three points, and his serious face was full of apology and gentleness.
Taoist Qinghuan stopped his hand, put the chess pieces back into the chess box, and gently raised his eyes to look at Uncle Yang.
"Nothing, Yun Qing is right, I have already intended to become a Taoist partner with you!"
As soon as these words came out, Uncle Yang was stunned and his mind went blank.
Jiang Yunqing also stopped wailing at that moment and looked at the two of them blankly. He was also a little confused at the moment.
He knew that Taoist Qinghuan had a close relationship with his master, so he thought of making a little joke to promote their relationship, but he didn't expect that Taoist Qinghuan would directly confess his feelings to his master!
What's going on?
Is the relationship between the elderly also so vigorous?
It's not right to say that. Although my master is in his fifties, after repeated nourishment of his and his young disciple Shennong Jue's inner strength, he made up for the shortfall of risking his life to save Li Xingyun. He had an opportunity before and his skill broke through to the middle level. He was radiant and looked almost forty years old.
As for Taoist Qinghuan, he is in his forties. Although his martial arts is not high, he has cultivated his body and maintained himself extremely well for decades. Apart from the dull crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, his skin is still quite tight and he looks like he is in his early thirties. In addition to his outstanding appearance, the traces of these years add a bit of charm to it.
Elderly people?
It’s really hard to say, at most he’s middle-aged!
Jiang Yunqing's side became quiet. Jiang Tong covered his mouth behind Uncle Yang with a look of surprise. The generals on the side slowly turned around with a smile on their faces and looked at Taoist Qinghuan. He nodded: "Xiao Qinghuan, you finally said it!"
Hou Qing also liked to join in the fun. He flicked his clothes and bowed to Uncle Yang and Taoist Qinghuan.
"Congratulations, Master, Grandma!"
At this moment, Sister A came to the side of the two of them at some point, skillfully took out the suona, turned it twice on her fingertips, and then pointed it at her lips.
The next moment, a sharp and harsh sound of suona sounded in the yard and in the ears of everyone in the yard.
Suddenly, everyone in the yard, whether they were in a daze or not, all came to their senses and looked at Sister A.
Sister, however, had no idea. She raised her head and raised her suona to the sky, about to blow the second sound.
"Buzz~"
There was a violent tremor in the air. Jiang Yunqing had already stood up and appeared behind Sister A in an instant. He grabbed the suona and lifted it up. The suona was lifted up in an instant.
But, why does this suona feel a bit heavy?
Such a doubt flashed through Jiang Yunqing's mind. When he looked down, he saw that Sister A was clutching the suona tightly, her body was already hanging in the air, she was trying hard to stretch her neck, and she was trying to play the suona with her mouth open.
Jiang Yunqing grabbed the suona and shook it. Ajie was shaken by it, and with a final stroke of her hand, she fell off the suona and fell to the ground.
However, because she was not high, Sister A didn't seem to feel any pain. She lay down on the ground and pointed at Jiang Yunqing with a somewhat angry expression.
"Why did you steal my suona?"
"Ahem!"
Jiang Yunqing coughed and said softly: "The situation is not right!"
It’s not that Sister A’s suona is not good to play. In fact, it is much better than Hou Qing’s flute. But the problem is that she can only play the kind of sad music that sends people away!
"Why is the occasion wrong? I want to praise the love between these two!"
Sister stood up like a carp and jumped up with all her strength, trying to snatch the suona back from Jiang Yunqing's hand.
"Hou Qing, continue!"
Jiang Yunqing didn't want to get entangled with her sister later, so she directly threw the suona to Hou Qing, who caught the suona in a daze.
"Give it back!"
When Sister saw this, she immediately rushed towards Hou Qing!
Hou Qing calmly dodged past, Ajie pounced again, Hou Qing dodged again, and the two of them just circled in the yard.
"Hey, what do you mean, show your attitude!"
The general slipped and came to sit next to Taoist Qinghuan. He looked at Uncle Yang and said with a gloomy expression, "I see that you are a little unhappy?"
"Huh? No, no! I just..."
Uncle Yang quickly shook his head in denial, but before he finished speaking, Jiang Yunqing sat next to him and rushed to say: "My master is just thinking about which good and auspicious day is better!"
Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded mysteriously. The general on the opposite side suddenly softened his expression, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on Taoist Qinghuan's face.
At this time, Hanba next to the stove shouted.
"It's time to eat~"
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