"Oh, don't move!" Li Fenglan and Chu Jiaoer pressed hard against Chen Ziyang, who was struggling.
"Sister Lan! Dumplings! I am a seven-foot tall man! I don't!"
Li Fenglan grabbed the rouge from the dressing table and tried to comfort her: "This is not the first time. What are you afraid of? Besides, do you hope that something will happen to you, Sister Lan, and me?"
"We can think of other ways!"
"It's too late. Your sister and I gave all the money we had to the Beggar Clan. If this business fails, I will have to join the Beggar Clan. Good brother, be obedient!"
Chu Jiaoer suppressed her laughter and helped: "That's right, plate, just listen to Sister Lan."
In the end, Chen Ziyang sat in front of the mirror with a lifeless look on his face, letting the two women manipulate him.
Li Fenglan's makeup skills are not as good as Chu Jiaoer's. Fortunately, Chen Ziyang is really feminine, and after putting on makeup, she is really a heroic heroine.
Li Fenglan stared at Chen Ziyang's face for a long time, nodded and said, "Well, you have 30% of my beauty, and 70% of your sister Feicui's temperament, not bad."
Chen Ziyang was a little helpless: "Then why don't you let Dumpling pretend?"
"Are you stupid? You two are usually inseparable, what if someone finds out? Besides, Jiao'er is still young, and others can tell at a glance that she is a little girl of 14 or 15 years old... Come on, stand up and walk for a few minutes step."
Chen Ziyang was even more helpless, but he could only listen to Li Fenglan.
Li Fenglan nodded again: "Not bad, I have the intention...but there are still some shortcomings." Kanshu La
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Chen Ziyang's chest: "It's peaceful, please wait."
After a while, Li Fenglan took out two cloth bags, and Chen Ziyang said contemptuously: "Are you that big?"
"Who said I don't have it! Don't you know if you don't dress to show off?"
At this time, Chu Jiaoer discovered a blind spot: "Sister Lan...Actually, Pan doesn't have to dress up like you, right? As long as he doesn't look like himself, that's fine."
Li Fenglan thought: "That's right... Let him pretend to be Mulan, not Li Fenglan."
Chen Ziyang was completely irritated: "Then why are you tossing me for so long?!"
Li Fenglan quickly comforted her: "Pan Pan, be good, my sister will prepare something delicious for you later."
"You are repaying kindness with enmity!"
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In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here.
Sanwan Water Village is very lively today.
The leader of the village, Qiu Xianrong, is twenty-three years old this year. He wears a neat short-sleeved suit, his clothes are bulging with strong muscles, and his heroic face is full of joy and pride. Although he is young, he is very experienced in doing things, and his brothers on the road admire him. Therefore, when he took the lead in organizing this heroes conference, everyone responded positively.
At sunset, the big guys from various cottages arrived one after another, and Qiu Xianrong led a few people to greet them at the door.
This was a rare event for the underworld in Xiangyang for more than ten years. Qiu Xianrong attached great importance to it. In order to host this conference, he almost emptied his family fortune.
The bosses were welcomed into the Juyi Hall. In the hall, about twenty low tables formed a circle. There were dancers dancing in the circle, and the sound of silk and bamboo continued.
It was not until the bosses from all walks of life arrived that Mu Yun arrived belatedly. It wasn't that he was trying to show off, but he was stopped by a group of beggars on the way. The beggars gathered around him asking for money, but Mu Yun had no idea. He rewarded each of them with a few copper coins before sending them off, which wasted time.
After wasting such a short time, many people whispered, thinking that Boss Han of Baiyun Village started to show off as soon as he got a reputation.
When I arrived at the entrance of the water village, I saw three people coming towards me. The leader was very tall and had a friendly smile on his face.
"Master Han! I have long admired your name!" The man spoke in a very grand tone and didn't seem to care much about his lateness.
Mu Yun turned over and dismounted, cupped his fists and raised his hands: "This must be the Master of Qiu Village, I have admired him for a long time!"
Qiu Xianrong generously took Mu Yun's arm and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, waiting for you! Come with me quickly! Who will arrange a place for the brothers in Baiyun Village?"
Wine and meat are on hand! If they didn't drink enough today! I can't spare you tomorrow! "
Mu Yun was still wondering whether this man's generosity was fake, but he was already dragged into the Juyi Hall by Qiu Xianrong.
As the two entered the hall, the noisy voices and the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly stopped, and the dancing girls were also invited out.
Qiu Xianrong grabbed Mu Yun's hand and said loudly: "Everyone! Let me introduce you! This is Han Lu, who has become famous during this period! The leader of Han Village!"
Mu Yun had no choice but to bow to everyone: "On Xiahan Road, I met all the village leaders and bosses." This was said without any emotion. After all, he himself was not suitable for such an occasion.
As Mu Yun and the host Qiu Xianrong took their seats, the heroes conference officially began.
The so-called hero conference cannot be compared with Bai Dao's martial arts conference. The programs of martial arts conferences usually showcase the magical weapons of each sect, and then hold a competition in the ring. After that, everyone has a meal and a drink, and then it's over. The mafia's hero convention is a little simpler: eat a meal, drink a meal, and be done with it.
As for setting up the ring, there are no experts in the underworld, and the fight is not good-looking. Besides, no black boss can dominate a place based on his personal bravery alone.
In fact, Mu Yun had not read many books, but his gentle and elegant temperament was somewhat bookish, which seemed out of place compared to the rough and tumble man in this room. In addition, he was not a good drinker and only ate some food without drinking any alcohol, which made him look like an alien.
Just when Mu Yun felt bored, Qiu Xianrong suddenly clapped his hands and said loudly: "Everyone! Listen to what I have to say, brother!"
His voice was loud, and after he finished speaking, everyone fell silent and looked at him quietly.
Qiu Xianrong stood up with the wine bowl and said with a smile: "This Heroes Conference was started by me, brother. As for why we hold the Heroes Conference, I believe you all understand. We in the underworld have always..."
Just as he said this, he suddenly heard someone sneer: "Heroes Conference? Humph, this is the wrong name."
Everyone looked at the person who was speaking, and saw that the person looked to be in his forties, with a dry and thin appearance, a two-inch goatee, rosacea, mung bean eyes, dark skin, and a bad face.
Qiu Xianrong's demeanor remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile: "Then...according to the wishes of Village Master Liu, what should we change our name to?"
"Bear conference! Hahahahaha!" Leader Liu suddenly laughed, "He had his backbone broken by an outsider from the northwest. No one in the entire Xiangyang underworld dared to challenge him. He did this just to please him. Are you embarrassed to call it a hero meeting?"
Mu Yun rubbed his forehead and said in his heart: Trouble, you still have to find trouble for yourself.
At this time, Chenwu said unhappily: "It's me! I can't beat him to death!"
"Calm down."
Qiu Xianrong pointed to his goatee and said to Mu Yun: "Master Han, let me introduce you. This is the current leader of Daqing Village, Liu Laosi."
Chenwu became even more unhappy: "You hear this name, you should be looking for bad luck."
Chenwu supported his head with one hand and gently rubbed the edge of the wine bowl with the other hand, and said unhurriedly: "Master Liu, right?"
"Yes, it's me."
"You Da Qingzhai are useless, there is no need to drag everyone here," Mu Yun had no intention of showing any shame to this person, "I am not good at martial arts, and I originally wanted to compete with a master of Tianzi. Who would have thought, what is your... name? Are you here? Oh, Fang Bei is sure, right?" After saying this, Mu Yun shook his head: "Hey, it's just an illusion. How did you rely on the name of a master of Tianzi to swindle you?"
Usually if you say something like this, it means you are going to flip the table and start a fight.
Sure enough, after he said this, Liu Laosi was furious on the spot. He jumped up from his seat, put his hand on the long knife on his waist, and shouted loudly: "Boy! Don't be so talkative! Have a fight with me!"
Mu Yun yawned and was about to agree when he heard Qiu Xianrong shout loudly: "That's enough! Liu Laosi! I'll give you face and call you Village Master Liu! If it weren't for the leaders of your Daqing Village, After all the fratricide has been killed, it’s your turn to be the boss of Da Qing Village?! Who doesn’t know about your three punches and two kicks?! You are worthy of being the leader of Han Village!
Competition? ! "
These words left Liu Laosi speechless, but he had nowhere to express his anger, and his whole face turned purple with anger.
Mu Yunxin said that Qiu Xianrong was a nice person and suitable for being a friend.
Who would have thought that as soon as he had this idea, he heard Qiu Xianrong say: "In this room, the only one who is qualified to compete with the leader of Han Village is Xia."
Chen Wuqi smiled: "This kid is really good at playing."
Qiu Xianrong's words not only surprised Mu Yun, but also Liu Laosi, who was about to be pissed to death. All the big guys said in their hearts: Master Qiu Village really has the means, and they are waiting for Han Lu here together. Anyway, he was the one who wanted to die, and no one else could stop him.
Qiu Xianrong drank all the wine in his glass and clasped his fists at Mu Yun: "Master Han, the atmosphere is so bad today, I hope you can give me some advice."
Mu Yun nodded and sighed: "Forget it, I have this plan anyway." After saying that, he stood up with his sword in hand.
Seeing Mu Yun stand up, Qiu Xianrong stretched out his hand to the side and shouted loudly: "Get my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large sword weighing more than forty pounds flew into his hand.
"Qiu is not talented, so he will use this Guan Dao to meet the leader of Han Village."
Mu Yun was ecstatic, it was exactly what he wanted.
He slowly walked to the center of the hall, slowly pulled out the long sword, and said while drawing the sword: "This sword is called Feng Yi, taken from You Feng Lai Yi. It is made of fine steel and is three feet and three inches long. It is soaked in countless blood. .”
Qiu Xianrong also walked to the center of the hall, but he was a little confused: Is it now popular for martial arts people to show off their weapons in duels?
But since everyone had spoken, if he didn't want to appear agitated, he could only continue: "My Guan Dao has no name. My father left it to me, and it weighs thirty-five pounds."
Mu Yun had completely pulled out the sword, placed the long sword at his side, and whispered: "Please."
"Okay!" Qiu Xianrong shouted, raised his knife and slashed.
Qiu Xianrong's attack was powerful and heavy. It could be seen that he had no internal strength to rest and relied solely on his horizontal kung fu to fight. His sword skills are great, and he has the style of a famous master. What amazed Mu Yun even more was his footwork, which was quite impressive and had the feel of an old-school sect. After Mu Yun's last fight with Fang Beidang, the external injuries on his body were almost healed, but the internal injuries were not healed and he was unable to use all his martial arts.
However, it is obviously enough to deal with Qiu Xianrong. Qiu Xianrong is only slightly stronger than Wintersweet.
Wait a minute, who is Wintersweet?
The two of them kept fighting sixty or seventy moves - with Qiu Xianrong's martial arts, it was impossible to fight Mu Yun for so many rounds. Mu Yun just didn't want to win too easily. He finally understood that this Qiu Xianrong was not looking for trouble with him. Faced with a fierce man who could kill even a Tianzi master, one-on-one was a bad idea.
Qiu Xianrong obviously simply wanted to fight Mu Yun, but he just used Liu Laosi's excuse.
After seventy moves, Mu Yun held a sword in one hand to block Qiu Xianrong's Guan Dao. Qiu Xianrong only felt that he had cut down the iron knot with one knife, and the man opposite him did not move at all.
Mu Yun said softly: "Master Qiu Village, is it okay?"
Qiu Xianrong took back his sword and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay! Master Han is indeed a master of swordsmanship. Brother, I am no match for you!"
There were several good kung fu among this group of bandit leaders. They could see that the leader of Baiyun Village, Han Village, had been giving Qiu Xianrong a pass without showing any serious intentions. They had given him enough face.
Qiu Xianrong took Mu Yun's hand and raised it high: "Our Sanwan Water Village has surrendered! From today on, our village and Baiyun Village will advance and retreat together! Live and die together! Whoever can't get along with Baiyun Village! It's with our Sanwan Water Village. I can’t get through the village!”
Mu Yun was confused, what do you mean?
