Han Kunpeng would never have thought that an unknown and unknown person in Lixia City would make his father-in-law, the richest man in Lixia, so panicked and uneasy, even holding the blue and white glaze fired by the official kiln in his hand. He fell to the ground unsteadily, not to mention getting up and running out without even taking the time to explain to him.
So when the half-hundred-year-old Yang Tanguan almost trotted out of the house, Han Kunpeng had just walked out of the hall slowly.
When Han Kunpeng thought about it, his brother's skills had been practiced for more than ten years. If he encountered some troublesome people, it would not be a problem to protect himself no matter how difficult it was. To take a step back, even if my younger brother is unlucky, he really meets some young masters from those big families who are extremely talented and have profound cultivation at a young age. With the golden name of Wudang, I am afraid that everyone will be sold to some thin noodles.
Han Youyu was praised by his father as the smartest in his generation. On the day of his full moon, he was praised by his master Zhang Jiuding, the leader of Wudang, as a good young man who practiced martial arts and a blessing for the outer sect of Wudang.
Based on Zhang Jiuding's praise, Han Youyu was accepted as a closed disciple by Tian Zhonghe, the top disciple of Zhang Jiuding's inner sect, at the age of losing his hair. He became enlightened before he even reached the crown. Three or four years have passed since then. With Zhang Jiuding's teachings and Wudang's miraculous medicines, I guess I can still grasp the celestial phenomena now. Among his peers, he should not be bullied badly.
Seeing the impatience of his father-in-law in front of him, Han Kunpeng felt ridiculous in his heart. With Yang Mangguan's constant urging, Han Kunpeng took a few steps to get on the carriage.
"Father-in-law, who is this man named San Geng? Why are you so worried?" Han Kunpeng looked at Yang Quanguan who was restless in the carriage and was very puzzled.
From time to time, he raised the curtain to urge the car to go faster. Yang Changguan took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that should not have occurred at this time of year, and replied: "I'm afraid no one knows where he is in the whole history. Last summer, At that time, he brought a blind sister to our place and stayed with us for less than half a year. He had nothing to do all day long and saw him wandering around the city. Every time it was time to eat, he would not be reminded, and he would tell the innkeeper to cook a few side dishes and deliver them himself. Go upstairs. His blind sister doesn’t show up very often. The few times she does come out, it’s just the two of them together.”
Yang Panguan urged the servant who was driving the car again, with a look of worry on his face, and said: "This person is most afraid of others saying that his sister is not good. When I first came here, there were a few rogues who were looking for trouble for no reason and said so to his sister. A few naughty words, guess what?"
Seemingly remembering the scene at that time, Yang Mangguan didn't know how to explain the matter that was well-known to everyone in Lixia City to his son-in-law who was still disapproving of it at the moment, wiping his forehead that shouldn't be there in this season. Sweating, he swallowed, and said somewhat mysteriously: "He was beaten half to death in the street, and the government couldn't do anything about him."
"I don't know how big of a deal it is. Beating a few scoundrels is not a good way to deal with it. You can handle it yourself." Han Kunpeng patted his father-in-law's hand to express his comfort. In his opinion, a man like his father-in-law could handle it by himself. A businessman who has only dealt with money all his life will be regarded as a master if he meets someone who can fight one against three.
"I hope, I hope." Yang Mangguan didn't know how to continue talking to this well-born and aloof son-in-law. He could only comfort himself in this way, which was considered to be in agreement with Han Kunpeng's words, and he still looked through the curtain from time to time. I looked at the itinerary and said nothing.
Under Yang Changuan's constant urging, the sedan seemed to be flying and arrived at the inn opposite the Red Building, Tianranju.
Before the sedan stopped, Yang Mangguan opened the curtain and jumped down without waiting for the servants to help him, holding the hem of the sedan and trotting towards the inn.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Yang Changuan, who had already trotted into the inn, and Han Kunpeng, who had just raised the curtain and stuck his head out, were startled by the sound and both trembled and looked along the sound.
"There's fish!"
When Han Kunpeng saw who was flying downstairs, he exclaimed in surprise. He had long since lost his leisurely demeanor, rushed out of the sedan, and jumped towards Han Youyu who was lying on the ground in three steps and two steps.
He felt that his breath was still warm, but the breath was like a gossamer. Another pulse check made Han Kunpeng feel calmer.
"Is the fish okay?"
Yang Mangguan, who ran closer, didn't know whether he was tired or frightened, and his voice was a little distorted.
"It's nothing serious." Han Kunpeng's tone showed some relief, and he straightened up and said, "I have to trouble my father-in-law to send Youyu home to rest."
Yang Panguan was relieved when he heard that Han Youyu was fine. If something happened to Han Youyu in Lixia City, he would not be able to lift his head in the Han family.
Not to mention that Yang Canguan arranged for the palace servants to carry Han Youyu away, Han Kunpeng still couldn't believe how a person with no status in Lixia City could hurt his brother like this. Without any more words, Han Kunpeng swung his hem and entered the restaurant with a few steps and went upstairs.
Having already expected that someone would come over in the middle of the night, he heard hurried footsteps going upstairs. He put down his bowls and chopsticks, stood up and supported his sister, saying: "Go sit over there and eat later."
"No need." My sister still put rice in her mouth, her tone was quite stubborn.
Han Kunpeng pushed open the door vigorously, entered the room, stood up, clasped his fists, and said: "I am Han Kunpeng of the Han family in Wudang. May I ask your surname?"
In the middle of the night, he turned around and faced Han Kunpeng, his whole body just blocking his sister who was eating.
He said nothing.
Seeing that the other party was silent, Han Kunpeng continued: "I wonder how my brother Youyu offended you and acted so recklessly?" If he hadn't informed him in advance, it would be difficult for Han Kunpeng to imagine that the man in front of him was more like a scholar than a martial arts practitioner. The handsome man would knock his younger brother unconscious with just one kick. In the vast arena, he couldn't even think of a master of such an age who he could think of.
"He scolded my sister."
Han Kunpeng was speechless. According to the logic of my own question, it was really my brother who was at fault first.
San Geng said again: "How come? Is it possible that I still want to let him scold me?"
"Even if my brother insults your sister, he won't be so cruel, right?"
"Ha." San Geng sneered and said, "He scolded my sister, do I still have to thank him? I just ruined his cultivation and spared his life. He has earned it."
"Your Excellency, you don't take our Han family seriously enough!" Han Kunpeng turned sideways and stood still, looking like he was going to take action.
"Han family?" Midnight chuckled, "I've never heard of it." His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, staring straight at Han Kunpeng, who was on the opposite side like an arrow on a string, and he added, "Even if Wudang, so what?"
To Han Kunpeng, such arrogant words came out of San Geng's mouth as if they were natural.
"real."
As if he was afraid that the other party wouldn't believe it, he added another sentence.
Looking at the face of Gujing Bubo across from him, Han Kunpeng, a leader among his peers in Wudang, actually felt guilty.
"You can't beat me." San Geng said as if he had seen through the other person's thoughts.
"But the bridge is closed." Han Kunpeng said.
"Liang Zi is the one your brother is willing to marry. I said I would keep him alive, and he has earned his life. What else do you want?" San Geng put his hands behind his back and showed all his momentum, "If you think this can't be done, then I will do it. "
"He's still young..." Han Kunpeng seemed to be a little weaker in his momentum. He just started to say a few words and was involuntarily interrupted.
"If he behaves so recklessly at a young age, then what I do can be regarded as a way to discipline him for your Wudang. Zhang Jiuding is old and his eyesight is dim, so he can let this noble boy do evil outside, and he is full of male prostitutes and female thieves. It is better to abolish his martial arts. , to save him from smearing you Wudang everywhere."
"It's not your turn as an outsider to interfere in our Wudang affairs."
"That's right." San Geng seemed to agree and nodded, "Then I just insulted my sister because of him and took it out on my sister's behalf."
"Okay, okay!" Han Kunpeng smiled instead of getting angry, "Then I'll invite you."
Before he finished speaking, Han Kunpeng made the first move, and suddenly shot out one of the four dragon scale buildings in his hand, directly towards the door facing San Geng.
There was no first move at the third watch. When the walnut blinked and came closer, he raised his hand, flexed his fingers, and flicked it.
The walnut changed its original trajectory and deviated to one side. Han Kunpeng bent his wrist and pulled the walnut back. He touched the ground with his toes and shot towards San Geng. Another walnut flew out of his hand, faster than the one before.
In the middle of the night, his body did not move. He still made the same movement as before. After flicking the walnuts, he raised his arms and made a palm print towards Han Kunpeng's chest without any fancy.
No matter how good the martial arts of the person on the opposite side was, Han Kunpeng had to stop his body with this deadly move, and turned sideways to avoid the attack of the third watch.
The third watch did not stop, the push turned into a breeze, and the wind in the palm followed him like a shadow, still taking Han Kunpeng's middle door.
Han Kunpeng gave up the attack, put strength on his feet, and retreated diagonally, avoiding San Geng's palm.
In the middle of the night, his palms were like turning flowers, no matter how Han Kunpeng dodges, he still wouldn't leave his side. Han Kunpeng had no choice but to raise his hands and make fists to attack the opponent's palms forcefully. In the middle of the night, Han Kunpeng did not dodge, his hands crossed Han Kunpeng's arms like two dragons playing with beads, and a light palm imprinted on his shoulder, causing the opponent to "thump" and take a few steps back.
"Kongtong Ruyingzhang?!" Han Kunpeng exclaimed, "Are you from the Kongtong sect?"
At midnight, without speaking, he drew his right foot outward in a circle, with a steady horse step, and a beautiful Tai Chi starting position.
"How can it be?!"
Before Han Kunpeng's voice came to the ground, his feet swayed continuously at the third watch, which seemed to be quite haphazard but hinted at the secret of heaven. He moved seven steps to the left and stepped into the middle palace. He made another circle from start to finish, and his body seemed to have not moved at all, but it was almost weird. In front of Han Kunpeng, a very ordinary Tai Chi pusher followed. Han Kunpeng didn't even offer any decent resistance. He flew out along the way he came from, like a kite with its string cut off. With a "bang", Han Kunpeng's body hit the wall of the corridor outside the house hard.
The seven-star series of steps in Longhu Mountain?
It was Kongtong and Wudang again, and in the end, they used the entry-level body skills in Longhu Mountain that have been feuding with Wudang for thousands of years. What on earth is going on?
Han Kunpeng clutched his chest and was stunned, with confusion in his eyes. Before he could make any reaction, he saw the other party slowly walking out of the room and taking the door through. This movement was really fast for him.
"May I ask who you are?" Han Kunpeng asked again about the identity of the person in front of him.
At midnight, I looked at the silent onlookers in the corridor. There were also some good diners who came upstairs to watch the excitement. Midnight took another step forward and whispered into Han Kunpeng's ear: "Don't ask me who I am. If you feel that you have suffered a loss, just come to me and I will continue. But believe it or not, I am annoyed. Neither I nor Wudang can protect you."
At midnight, he turned around and entered the house, no longer talking to Han Kunpeng, who looked stunned.
Third update? Three updates!
Han Kunpeng seemed to have thought of someone who, not to mention the Han family, might not be able to offend even Wudang.
How could he, who had not been heard from for a long time, appear in Jiangnan Road, thousands of miles away?
Thinking of the blind woman in the room again, Han Kunpeng seemed to be more sure of his thoughts.
Traveling far and wide in all directions, there is a child in the Ye family who watches the night three times!
