Chapter 128 Earn money to support you
“What are you humming?”
“I don’t have…”
“Huh?”
“Huh…”
"Look, he's humming again."
Besides the noisy crowd, Qin Lang has quietly walked to the corner of the ring to hide, but he still hasn't let go of the pansy that floated over just now. Gazing at her beautiful face softly:
"Hum, hum, just like a sow."
"..."
The girl's face suddenly turned dark. , his eyelids drooped:
"You are the pig..."
"I'm not, and I don't hum."
"What are those pig trotters doing..."
"Uh... "
Qin Lang immediately laughed and took back the big hand that was secretly sliding down behind Gu Jin's waist:
"This...it's a rainy day, my hands are slipping..."
"..."
Qin Lang was quibbling here, while on the other side, the master of ceremonies walked to the defeated Wang Wu Wang Liu In front of him, with a respectful expression, he was actually discussing the reward for the leader of this heaven and earth competition with these two challengers who looked like passers-by.
"You two, this Young Master Qin..."
"As usual, I will reward you with a hundred taels of gold."
Wang Wu blurted out, and Wang Liu on the side was a little surprised:
"Old Wu, this man named Qin defeated you and me one after another, should he follow Mr. Qi..."
Wang Liu Before he finished speaking, Wang Wu raised his hand to interrupt, and then ordered the master of ceremonies:
"Give the reward to that young hero Qin, and find someone to clean up the place."
"Yes."< br>
After the master of ceremonies, who was very discerning, ran away, Wang Wu said to Wang Liu in a low voice with a serious look:
"Let us report this son's situation to Mr. Qi first. Don't recommend him directly."< br>
“Why is this?”
“Sixth brother, you only focus on exercising and practicing martial arts in Juxian Pavilion. You have little exposure to some of the books in the pavilion, and you don’t have much contact with some of the old guys in the pavilion. , so I may not know some old anecdotes about the world..."
Wang Wu’s eyes were sharp and complicated:
"...But as far as I know, the move that the man named Qin used to defeat me just now is very similar to a lost secret skill from the late emperor's time!"
"A lost secret skill?"
Wang Liu frowned when he heard this.
Like most people, he was naturally shocked and confused about Qin Lang's mysterious technique that produced a golden palm shadow.
But when Wang Wu mentioned the four words "Lost Secret Skill", it was obvious that his mentality was even more serious.
"What do you think Lao Wu said?"
"Use the opponent's offensive to your own advantage, move offensively and defensively..."
Wang Liu looked at Qin Lang's figure in the distance and said in a deep voice:
"...According to a notebook from the Zhaotong period that I read in Juxian Pavilion, the technique that the boy used just now is probably the Xiaoyao sect's unique secret skill "Da Tong Ming Xuan Gong"."
"Xiaoyao faction..."
Wang Wu's heart shivered:
"Isn't that the Old Six Sect?"
"Yes, of the Old Six Sect back then, although Longding Villa was the well-deserved leader, there was no one in the world. It has always been said that the strength of the only four disciples of Xiaoyao Sect is comparable to that of Yue Wulan, the owner of Longding Villa."
Wang Liu spoke with a tone of voice when he talked about the past events of the late emperor. Feeling a little heavier:
“Some people say that although the Xiaoyao sect’s martial arts are not many and not famous, when each skill is practiced to the extreme, it is no longer a simple martial skill, but can be compared with The magical power of fighting between ghosts and gods! It’s just that the Xiaoyao sect has a mysterious and low-key style. When Pingman ruled the country, there were only four corpses in their cave, leaving no sect inheritance..."
"Then...that boy named Qin?"
"That's why I said, don't act rashly yet, let's rush back to Juxian Pavilion and discuss it later."
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Soon, Wang Wu and Wang Liu disappeared from the scene.
Qin Lang received a banknote from the master of ceremonies.
"One hundred taels of gold, one thousand taels of silver, Qin Shaoxia, this is the one thousand taels of silver ticket awarded by the state government to the leader of Tiandilui. It can be exchanged at all major banks. Please keep it."
"Okay, thank you. "
One thousand taels is not a small amount. He didn't feel anything when he didn't compete. Now that he has won and made such a fortune, Qin Lang is in a good mood. When the master of ceremonies leaves, he becomes calm. He kissed Gu Jin on the face next to him:
"Madam, our family is rich." "!"
Gu Jin's ears turned red immediately, her eyes looked around in panic, and then she raised her hand and hit him on the shoulder:
"Who is...Who is your..."
"Hiss ——!"
"Qin Lang! Are you...are you okay?"
"No...just after the fight, my bones are quite brittle..."
Although it was a girl's pink boxing, the girl in black in front of him was a martial arts practitioner after all. Qin Lang, who had just finished the Heaven and Earth Challenge, was really in pain.
When Gu Jinjian saw this, a touch of heartache and regret surged from the bottom of his heart to the bottom of his eyes almost instantly. His eyelashes blinked, and the light in his eyes instantly changed from the usual harshness to cautious softness.
"Where's the blood-clearing lotion I gave you before? Take it out and apply it quickly."
"Don't be in a hurry. In fact, there aren't many real injuries. The main reason is that the body is sore, weak and tired. Rest. It'll be fine in the evening."
"But I...just hit you..."
"Harm, that's nothing."
Seeing the majestic Royal Assassin guard, who was unconsciously acting like a little lady, Qin Lang felt as if his heart was about to melt. Yes, I even have the urge to hug Miss Jin into my arms and do the same things I did to the "Su Yin Ping" in the morning.
But his body and environment did not allow it for the time being, Qin Lang had no choice but to turn his heartbeat into warmth, comforting Miss Jin's young girl's heart:
"It's all my fault for talking nonsense, it's my fault. Fight.”
“……”
"Talking nonsense" naturally meant that he suddenly called her "wife" or something like that. It was okay if she didn't mention it, but when she mentioned it, the blush from Gu Jin's ears stained her cheeks.
"Jin'er."
"Hmm...?"
"I was wrong."
Qin Lang said solemnly:
"I shouldn't talk nonsense, I will never call you a lady again."
"..."
The originally beautiful blush solidified on the girl's face for a moment, and then quickly Dissipated.
"? Jin'er? Where are you going?"
"Didn't you see the madam coming here?"
"No, please slow down."
"..."
The girl ignored Qin Lang for the time being and went to meet Su Yupan and Zhuo Beibei.
Qin Lang couldn't laugh or cry, and he followed slowly helplessly. Because he was really weak, he walked slower. On the contrary, Su Yupan couldn't help but speed up his pace when he saw him like this.
"Qin Lang, you..."
"Silver bottle, look."
Qin Lang waved the banknote and smiled happily:
"Your man has made money."
"... "
"Tsk, look at your expression? I know you are rich, but you didn't earn your money yourself, right? "
"What's the difference..."
"The meaning is different."
"What's the meaning..."
"Well..."
Qin Langlong Twisting Su Yupan's hair, exposing her delicate ears, he nodded and leaned into her ear:
"Yin Ping, haven't you always wanted to be a child of the Jianghu? You see, being able to get this money means that even if one day you really don't have to be the princess due to various reasons, at least I can also make money. I want to support you and accompany you around the world, right?”
“…”
He... actually wants to support me?
Although Su Yupan also knew that in terms of content, Qin Lang's words were a half-truth and half-false joke.
But the serious attitude in his tone still made the empress unable to help but lose consciousness for a moment.
(End of this chapter)