Chapter 95: Fellow practitioners with senior sister?
"Driving..."
The horseshoes clattered, the wheels sparkled, and a single tall horse pulled the small carriage. Although the speed was not particularly fast, Qin Lang, who was sitting in the driver's seat in the front room, But you can feel a different kind of leisure.
My legs are crossed, one hand is holding the reins, and the other hand is shaking the whip. It feels vaguely like a cowherd in a fairyland.
However, Qin Lang looked at the soft whip in his hand and remembered the steel whip that was shattered when he confronted Cai Yuanfeng.
Well...
Speaking of which, if the whip is gone, when we get to the capital... No, we can't wait for the capital, nor can we wait for Yangzhou. When we get to the next county with a blacksmith shop, we have to quickly buy the best weapons again.
......
After spending a long time at Ningxiang Pavilion, Qin Lang forgot to bring a handy weapon before setting out on the road this time.
In fact, if you want to be careful, it is best to buy weapons in Yangzhou Prefecture.
As a fertile area on the south bank of the Chijiang River, Yangzhou is also an important transportation place. Whether it is from the northwest or southwest, if you want to go to the capital, you must pass through Yangzhou. This kind of place has a large flow of people, so it is natural to value safety, and most of the weapons for self-defense are needed. Much better.
It’s just that Qin Lang has no choice now. He is already on his way to Beijing. He doesn’t care about quality and so on. He just needs to get weapons early for peace of mind.
……
Click.
While walking, the carriage bumped, and a little girl in the carriage slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
"Hmm..."
Seeing the scenery in his eyes receding vaguely, Zhuo Beibei held the car window with his little hands and poked out a cute little face that was confused:
"Where are we? Ah Qin Lang..."
"On the way to the capital"
"Oh..."
Most likely, the sect leader didn't know what Qin Lang was talking about, so he just hummed subconsciously.
Ever since she learned last night that she was going to leave today, she had been restless and hadn't slept well all night. She didn't really close her eyes until this morning. When she woke up, her mind was still blank.
"Just now...it was so noisy just now...what's going on..."
Still just now, how long have we been gone? Qin Lang yawned and said casually:
< br>"It's okay, I just kissed your apprentice."
"Oh..."
Zhuo Beibei continued to hum, then smacked his lips, fell down in the carriage, and continued to sleep.
......
At about noon, Qin Lang stopped to replenish food and water, and then Zhuo Beibei in the carriage smelled the smell of roasted buns and woke up completely.
“Boy.”
Holding a steamed bun that was bigger than his face, Zhuo Beibei took small bites while staring at Qin Lang without joy or sorrow:
"When I went to bed this morning, were you? What have you done to offend my disciple?"
"I'm sorry?"
Qin Lang rolled his eyes at her:
"I'm sorry."
"You did it indeed!"
"What did you do?"
"You kissed my apprentice this morning!"
Zhuo Beibei's pink cheeks bulged, and then After thinking for a while, he added:
“You’d better tell me yourself!”
"..."
Qin Lang opened the water bag, took a sip of water, tore half a dozen baked buns from Zhuo Beibei's hand, and then looked at her seriously:
"Is there a It’s possible that these are all things in your dreams.”
“?”
Zhuo Beibei was startled, the dream...
Huh? It seems...
It seems like...
She slept the whole morning after all...
That's it.
That’s it.
It turned out to be a dream.
Zhuo Beibei suddenly realized that Qin Lang in his dream announced so arrogantly that he would kiss his apprentice, so that made sense.
Not to mention that she, as a master, had only kissed Qin Lang, Ling Yue shouldn’t be so fast...
...
Not long after, the water was enough After eating, Qin Lang continued to drive on the road, but once the little girl in the car lost sleep, she suddenly became bored on the road.
"Qin Lang, tell me a story."
"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain..."
"Don't want this!"
"...In the temple There is a nun who smells delicious, so everyone calls her Shiitake..."
"Qin Lang!"
He actually perfunctory the sect leader, Zhuo Beibei decided not to talk to Qin Lang for the next hour.
Qin Lang was so happy that he hummed a little tune that Zhuo Beibei didn't understand for an hour. When he stopped to rest again, the sect leader who refused to submit stood in front of Qin Lang and humiliated himself. Baba looked hard at him.
"..."
"..."
Qin Lang drooped his eyelids and stared at her little face speechlessly.
Although I don’t really want to pay attention to her, I want her to be alone in the carriage for a while, but what should I say...
I don’t know if it has anything to do with this guy’s natural beauty, anyway, I can only see it with my own eyes. Her talents know how endearing the sect leader can be when he deliberately shows a look of grievance that is about to burst into tears.
It can be said that it was like some kind of witchcraft. Even Qin Lang was finally defeated by her big watery eyes. He pointed at the carriage with his forehead and said:
"Go back and sit down. , I’ll just tell you.”
“Hmph~Okay~!” She knew that Qin Lang would not bear to ignore the lord of the clan, so she returned to the carriage and behaved.jpg.
In fact, it is not troublesome for Qin Lang to tell some stories on the way to the car. He asked habitually:
"Where did we tell you last time."
< br>"Wu Song fights to kill Ximen Qing."
"Oh...have you killed him?"
"Not yet. You didn't tell me who Ximen Qing was. We just mentioned that Wu Song killed the tiger."
The Sect Master is actually a little disdainful of this section. Isn't it just a tiger? Sect Master An adult can kill a hundred of them by stretching his toes, but he doesn't know what Wu Song is so great about.
“Remember, in this story, most of them are ordinary people. Those who know martial arts are only fists and feet. They have no internal strength or anything, let alone an old witch like you.”
Qin Lang first reminded the background setting of "Water Margin", and then continued to tell the story of Wu Song.
……
As they talked like this, it was getting late, the sun was setting, and the carriage arrived at the first small county town after leaving Jingzhou Prefecture.
Qin Lang was lucky enough to find a blacksmith right here. When he was about to close the stall, he quickly asked him to make a common single-ring, one-handed machete.
Although Qin Lang still thinks that the steel whip is strong enough, not all blacksmith shops have the time and ability to make this kind of unpopular weapon. The last one was a second-hand one that was readily available, so for now The general will use the sword.
During this period, Zhuo Beibei had also been settled in the inn by Qin Lang.
“How is it? Is it rustic?”
When Qin Lang returned to the inn room majestically with his brand new sword in hand, the leader of the Tianhe clan, who was eating candied haws, just sneered disdainfully:
"Where was your whip last time."< br>
“It’s gone.”
“Waste...it hurts, it hurts——!”
“That’s right.”
Qin Lang glared at this guy and waved the last candied haws in his hand:
"Next time you pretend, I'll put this somewhere else on your body."
" !”
Zhuo Beibei was nervous for a while. He covered his butt first and then moved forward:
“Which...where...”
"Guess."
After Qin Lang finished threatening, he ate the remaining candied haws on his own. Only then did the sect leader feel that he had been fooled, and rushed forward to fight with Qin Lang.
......
Of course, in the end, when we were tired of fighting, we had to make peace.
“This city is small, no one comes out to do activities at night, so we have to go to bed early, so let’s stop making trouble and go to bed early.”
"Okay, okay."
Zhuo Beibei has no objection to this, and is even very satisfied:
"You can continue telling the story."
"Come down! Take a shower first , go to bed again!”
……
One big, one small, plus a snow-white velvet ball, the two of them and the cat quickly washed in the same basin. When they finally lay on the bed, Qin Lang was a little distracted while telling the story.
"Qin Lang, Qin Lang."
"What are you doing..."
"Are you like Ximen Qing, do you have the luxury of a donkey?"
“…”
Damn, I didn’t even tell her this part. I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to skip it...
Qin Lang seemed to be worried, so he stopped talking and asked again seriously. Zhuo Beibei has a question:
"Beibei, regarding your sleeping... Regarding your injury, is there really no way to completely cure it?"
"..."
Zhuo Beibei curled up into Qin Lang's arms and shook his head silently, but Qin Lang was still unwilling:
"Last time you said that to untie the bell, you must also tie the bell. My senior sister..."
"Yes, to untie the bell, you must also tie the bell. But I also said it, and your senior sister is a woman." "
"Can't a woman heal your injury?"
"Ha!"
Zhuo Beibei sneered and looked at Qin Lang expressionlessly. ：
"Let me tell you clearly, I am born with a charming body. If you want to completely cure my injury, there is only one way, and that is to let your senior sister and I practice dual cultivation."
"Double...?? ?”
Qin Lang was dumbfounded.
"What? Does your senior sister have that ability?
"..."
"That's why I said that this injury is destined to be incurable."
...
Qin Lang finally said nothing more, and Zhuo Beibei also cursed in his heart.
How about saying that your senior sister is a big bitch... Humph!
It left an opportunity to heal the injury, but it had to rely on dual cultivation.
...
Of course, if there is a man who practices the same method as the big bitch, everything will be easily solved.
What a pity...
The "Mu Xin Jue" is originally a mysterious women's skill. If it is used for men to practice, it would be good even if they don't bleed to death. There may be those who have achieved cultivation...
This is probably fate...
(End of this chapter)