Chapter 98 The chasing old man and Qin Yuliu’s room
Xin Zhuo had a hard time understanding the central idea of Shangguan Fan Qing’s words, let alone his strange psychology of making friends.
But I am preconceptions. I have heard Cui Ying'er introduce it a long time ago. Tianji Pavilion is very powerful. Therefore, if you want to be successful in the future, you must not let go of any advantage you can take advantage of. Maybe you will use it another day. .
And you won’t suffer any loss if you ask for help, it’s just a joke.
Haitang girl had prepared incense, and the two of them kowtowed and burned four incense with serious faces.
Burning the four incense is very formal, serious and has a strong sense of ritual. The first is the incense of benevolence and righteousness, the second is the incense of loyalty and righteousness, the third is the incense of narrow meaning and the fourth is the incense of common wealth, life and death.
It’s done!
It was originally a hostile relationship, but due to a strange reason and an abrupt visit, it suddenly transformed into an extremely reliable and serious sworn brother in this world. Everything was so casual, so nonsense and so natural.
This is very quaint and touching.
"I'm nineteen and you're sixteen. It won't be a big problem if you call me your big brother from now on, right?" Shangguan Fan Qing sat down pretending to be emotional, his eyes averting his gaze.
"The problem is huge!"
Xin Zhuo suddenly understood his little thoughts. But what rank do you think you want to accept me as your younger brother? This ghost idea is too childish, "I don't have the habit of being a younger brother!"
Shangguan Fan Qing rubbed his nose and smiled: "Then let's make a discount and discuss each other's issues. Each of us calls each other " Second brother, what do you think?”
“Yes!”
“Second brother?”
"Second brother, you're welcome!"
"Haha..."
Li Xiyue suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. She quickly put on a straight face, coughed lightly, and looked at the watch on her hand seriously. Afterthoughts.
"Small gifts are not disrespectful!" Shangguan Fan Qing took out a box for no reason and opened it. Inside was a dazzlingly colored pearl. He said with a solemn expression: "This is a health gift given by the main altar in my pavilion. Moisturizing beads, worth ten thousand gold.”
It can be seen that this is indeed a treasure, this guy has spent a lot of money to become a sworn brother.
Xin Zhuo accepted it happily, but after searching all over his body, there was no reply. Just as he was struggling, a very slight but very sharp fluctuation of zhenqi suddenly came from outside.
The expressions of Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fan Qing and Li Xiyue suddenly changed.
Is there any master who can compete with you?
A few people looked at each other and went out at the same time.
Outside, in the square under the monument of commandments and regulations, there are more than a hundred students and guests standing with bare hands, watching around.
A man and a woman were looking at each other.
The woman is none other than Zhao Li, the woman in black, with flying long hair, a cold expression, and cold murderous intent in her red eyes.
The whole person is like a sharp sword.
The man opposite is about thirty years old, with a strong build and wearing a blue robe, but with his deep sad eyes, thin beard and haggard face, he looks like an alcoholic who has been drunk all year round.
The two of them had not taken action at this time, but the strong Qi had already left the body on its own. This was purely an instinctive protection and confrontation after being in danger.
"I know these two people."
Shangguan Fan Qing slapped his folding fan and said with a smile: "The woman is Zhao Li, the contemporary third disciple of the Lingjian Sect in Weizhou Prefecture, three hundred miles away.
< br>It is said that the man is also from the Spirit Sword Sect, his name is Li Wumian. He fell in love with Zhao Li's senior sister and fell in love with each other. It was originally considered a good marriage, and the fat will not go to outsiders, but this happened. Li Wumian was a libertine. Not only did he have a good relationship with his senior sister, but he also had an affair with his mistress.
As a result, he was expelled from the school. The senior sister's anus and intestines were severed and she washed her face with tears. . This girl Zhao Li must be on good terms with Senior Sister. She happened to meet Li Wumian this time, so she would naturally take action. "
"How terrifying!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and glanced at this "second brother". If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them. A good love affair in the world will make you talk like Zhang San hooking up with his second sister-in-law.
Li Xiyue smiled and said: "Although in fact there is no direct enmity between Li Wumian and Zhao Li, this kind of hatred is the most unsolvable, and I am afraid that they will fight. We have rules in the academy, and the guests want to Hit them as you like, but if you damage items, you will be compensated tenfold.”
Xin Zhuo asked curiously: "Who do you think will win among these two people?"
Judging from the blood energy fluctuations, these two people are both at a higher level than themselves, similar to the sub-sixth and sixth-grade, but There is not much difference in realm, but it also depends on the strength of mental skills and martial arts. He felt deeply about this.
Before Li Xiyue could speak, Shangguan Fan Qing said: "I'm afraid Zhao Li has just entered the sixth level. Li Wumian's old brand is the sixth level. Zhao Li doesn't have the perverted tricks of his second brother. If it is true, If we have to fight for our lives, Li Wumian will naturally win, but this Li Wumian is heartbroken and might give in to someone else!”
The words just fell. Infuriating energy burst out from the field, and Miss Zhao Li had already swung her sword.
The sword was powerful but not broad. It was like a trickle of water, carrying a stream of sword light straight towards Li Wumian. Ripples rippled along the way, and the green bricks on the ground rattled.
A sword shadow had already arrived in front of Li Wumian and stabbed vertically.
The invisible sword force made the onlookers take a few steps back.
Xin Zhuo and others also looked intently.
“What a great Spirit Sword Wu Wu Jian!” Shangguan Fan Qing praised.
However,
Li Wumian did not move,
and received a hard blow.
"Poof!"
A sword wound deep to the bone appeared on his chest, and blood flowed profusely for a while.
He couldn't help but take three or four steps back, with a bit of unresolved sadness on his sloppy face.
“Why don’t you take the sword?” Zhao Li scolded him coldly with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed.
Li Wumian laughed miserably and took another step forward: "Do you really not know my thoughts? Whether it is Rou'er or Shi Niang, it has nothing to do with me. You are always in my heart."
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No one can fault this tenderness.
The crowd around him was stunned for a moment and suddenly booed.
More than just giving up a sword, this is a master!
Xin Zhuo secretly praised, "There are no tricks to win without moral integrity. Talent."
He suddenly thought of Hui Ruqing. She said she would come tonight. Why didn't she see anyone?
Glancing around, he suddenly felt a cold breath locking on him.
There seems to be murderous intent, and there seems to be a bit of fear. This is completely different from Jiang Hezhu and others who are straightforwardly looking for trouble, and it is very scary.
Wrinkled his brows and looked around again. The murderous aura was gone. I wonder who it is?
Think about it and take a few steps back.
The murderous intention appeared again.
Killing intent? Who wants to kill himself?
Xin Zhuo couldn't understand, but he had some thoughts in his mind and turned around and walked away quickly.
When they reached a dark place, the murderous intention was almost as strong as substance.
He turned his head sharply and saw someone standing not far away. A short, slightly stooped, white-faced, beardless old man. He could not tell his specific age, let alone recognize him.
"What do you mean, sir?" Xin Zhuo asked, moving his steps slightly.
The man sneered, his voice was very feminine, unlike what a normal person could utter.
“I have no enmity with you, right?”
Xin Zhuo spoke up again.
The man approached slowly, his true energy was as majestic as water, and black smoke was emitting, sweeping along the ground.
This realm and martial arts gestures are completely incomprehensible.
Xin Zhuo's eyes narrowed, he turned around and ran away, using Qing Kung Fu, tossing and turning.
However, the murderous intention always followed him.
Ahead is a remote courtyard. The lights are on in the west house, and a slender figure is faintly moving near the window.
Xin Zhuo turned around and found the old man standing in the darkness not far away like a ghost, staring at him.
Clenched his teeth, broke down the door and broke into the room.
A low exclamation immediately came from the room.
Master Qin Yuliu was sitting in a wooden barrel taking a bath, and it was an immersive bath.
Chuchen's face was slightly red from the steaming hot water, with water droplets dotting his cheeks, and his long, semi-wet hair hanging on his chest.
(End of this chapter)