After many years, Yang Yi's memory is still fresh. He couldn't sing, but he chanted word for word, and the lingering sound was sonorous. Wei Shiqi was touched by something in his mind. The pipa strings suddenly sounded in his ears, and the girl sang with a graceful voice: "The ice skin and jade bones are clear and sweatless, and the wind from the water palace is full of fragrance. The bright moon peeks out from behind the curtain, and the hairpin on the pillow is scattered across the clouds and the temples are messy." The courtyard is silent at midnight, and you can see sparse stars crossing the river from time to time. When will the west wind come? I'm afraid the time will change secretly." It's so exciting that you can't help yourself.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the huge wisp of consciousness lingering nearby seemed to be touched. His emotions rippled like water ripples, spreading everywhere and gradually covering the entire Can'e Mountain.
Yang Yi was immersed in memories and couldn't extricate himself. After reciting the lyrics, he paused and continued -
Yang Jie shook his head and beat the beat, full of praise, and after singing a song, he raised his thumb and said: "Qianqian is indeed the leading celebrity in the three towns of Hebei. What do you think of the two talents of sex and art? Does it suit Brother Chen’s wishes?”
Yang Chen drank a glass of wine, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the snow camel meat, and said casually: "The voice is very nice, and the singing is very elegant, but I can't understand it!"
Yang Jie laughed dumbly and poked Yang Chen: "Hey, I mean, what does Qianqian look like?"
A honey trap? Yang Jian suddenly became energetic and looked up and down. He said that he was "extremely good in both sex and art". His appearance was naturally the best, impeccable. His body was a bit thin, but he had chest and waist. He was indeed the best. The one good woman in a million. Yang Chu touched his chin and nodded: "It's very good..."
Yang Jie whispered to him mysteriously: "This is a beauty specially chosen for you! A good night is rare, don't waste it..."
Yang Jian suddenly laughed and said, "Tell me, what can you ask me for?"
"Brother Chu, I really can't swallow this breath about what happened at the Red Sleeve Tower last time..."
"Are you still thinking about the Boxing Sutra? No problem, keep it with me. As long as it's still in the old guy's hands, I'll dig it out even if it's three feet deep!" Yang Chen stared at the singer with stern eyes and spoke uncontrollably.
"I heard that my uncle often goes to the study room of Lixiangyuan and stays there for most of the day. If you look for it, it might be somewhere..."
Yang Jie secretly sneered in his heart, nodded randomly, and stood up unsteadily. "Where are you going, Brother Chu?"
"Piss!" Yang Jian muttered vulgarly, then touched the singer's face and sniffed it under his nose. Qianqian's expression suddenly changed, revealing a look of disdain.
Listening to his footsteps walking down the stairs and getting further away, Yang Jie immediately changed his expression, stared at Qianqian fiercely, and threatened in a low voice: "Remember what you came out to do! Coax him well, no matter what No matter what method you use, you must make him fascinated!"
Qianqian felt extremely aggrieved. In the past, her friends were all high-ranking officials and literati, but now and then, people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads. She had to put down her pipa and agreed in a low voice.
After taking "Yundinsha", Yang Jie's ears and eyes became brighter. The upstairs was far away from the upstairs, and Yang Jie's voice was lowered, but he could hear clearly. Every word was missed. With some alcohol, he peed heartily, with a faint smile on Yang Jie's lips. He unintentionally swayed Yang Jie and played with him in the palm of his hands, putting aside the sinister intentions of Si Fang Yang's father and son. Mention, he is indeed a considerate playmate who accompanies Yang Jie through the darkest moments of his life. Without "Yundin Sha" and without Hundred Fissure Fist, would he still be able to wake up?
When passing by the courtyard, Yang Jie looked up at the night sky and saw sparse stars crossing the river from time to time. He was afraid that the time had changed secretly. The singer sang so well. Yang Jie made it clear that "spreading fragrant bait to catch golden turtles" made him feel a little sad. Itchy, hesitating whether to accompany her for a full scene?
Occasionally, he turned around and saw a young woman with outstanding appearance through the half-covered flower window, sitting upright with a simple long sword leaning on her side. There was a small pot of wine and two or three plates of side dishes in front of her. She was as attentive as a hair, and when she noticed someone peeping, she turned her face slightly and looked at Yang De.
Yang Jie's heart trembled for no reason, and he kept walking past the window. Although it was only for a short moment, the woman's appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could not forget it for a moment. He didn't know at the time that she was Murong Jing, a direct disciple of Han Yingxue, the leader of the East China Sea Sect.
The second time Yang Chu met Murong Jing was on an occasion that neither party expected.
Late that night, he practiced the "Hundred Split Fist" over and over in the small courtyard, doing it more than ten times. He felt that he had gained a lot of experience. On a whim, he went to Lixiangyuan under the moonlight to ask Ah Fu for advice. The door of Lixiangyuan was closed tightly, and fierce sounds of fists and kicks could be heard in the courtyard, as if someone was fighting. Yang Chen became curious, so he turned over and jumped up to the wall. He looked around and saw two figures coming and going quickly, separated and rejoined, both of them were using the "Hundred Split Fist". The moves were similar, but the charm was completely different. The old slave Afu showed no signs of depression, and his fists and kicks were open and closed, fierce and fierce. However, his opponent was a slim woman, feminine and cunning. She always struck him first, forcing him to retreat.
After just a few glances, Yang Jian became excited. When the two of them took the masculine path, and the other took the feminine path, all the changes in the Yin and Yang movement of the "Hundred Split Fist" were presented before his eyes. His heart suddenly brightened. He had met before. The incomprehensible place suddenly became clear, and you suddenly entered a vast world.
In less than half a stick of incense, Ah Fu was forced into despair. There was no way out and he was about to be defeated. At the critical moment, he bowed fiercely, tore his clothes on his back, and shot three "back crossbow arrows." Being close at hand, seeing that the other party was inevitable, the woman unexpectedly fell backwards, her waist was weak and boneless, her back had to touch the ground, her feet were still standing on the same spot, her eyes were like autumn water, reflecting the figure squatting on the wall. The sheep were destroyed.
Yang Jie's heart skipped a beat. When he saw the other person's face clearly, it was actually the woman he had glimpsed in the Tianxiang Tower, drinking alone behind the flower window! A mere young woman was so skilled, which unexpectedly made him feel a little disappointed.
Ah Fu was well aware of the opponent's power, so he moved up again and swept across the entire army with his right leg, reaching for the opponent's waist and vital parts. After all, he was old and weak, and he was eager for success. The energy and blood in his body stagnated slightly, and his castration was slightly frustrated, which saved his life. A flash of sword light broke the big tendon in his knee, and blood suddenly flowed like a river. Note.
Ah Fu let out a long sigh, and became discouraged and stopped resisting. Although this leg was shorter, he spent a lot of effort to fight it off. It was as hard as stone and as fast as wind and thunder. He had hit many opponents unexpectedly and severely. Now it is completely disabled and the tendons cannot be broken. Continuing, all his hard work was wasted and he became completely disabled.
The woman used her sword fiercely. She originally planned to chop off his leg, but accidentally broke his hamstring. She then sheathed her sword and stood up, pondering: "Who did you learn this 'Hundred Splitting Fist' from? Pan An, Pan Xingzhou , or Tan Ji Tan Yi Qing?"
Ah Fu was startled, the muscles on his face twitched, and he blurted out: "It's Pan Xingzhou! You can see it, he is worthy of being a master disciple of the Three Islands of the East China Sea!"
