This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

The "beauty" sighed, helped up the "little white face" who was kneeling on the ground, raised her head silently, and cast an indifferent look at the person who made the sound.

Wen Zhe also looked unhappily, and saw one person, followed by four guards, squeezing into the boat with a somewhat malicious smile.This person's appearance was fairly handsome, but his eyes were full of lewdness, which made Wen Zhe feel disgusted at first glance.

When he was secretly feeling depressed in his chest, his hand was quietly held by Rong Xuehuai.Wen Zhe clasped it back as if he had found a backbone, and gritted his teeth, "Xue...I want to beat him up."

Before Rong Xuehuai could say anything, the young man on the opposite side laughed first: "Isn't this beauty named Daixue? Xueniang, look, this little boy is not worthy of you in terms of cultivation and family background." This kind of stunning beauty? Why don't you follow me, young master, and from now on, you will have the skills, the elixir, and your jewelry and pendant, what do you think?"

Rong Xuehuai turned her head to the side, and said indifferently: "There is a blue wave reflecting the moon sign on my boat, fellow daoists, please follow the rules and get off the boat by yourself."

Wen Zhe was surprised to find that Hua Jun adjusted his voice when he said this, and what came out was a rather magnetic neutral tone, with a slightly cold tone.

Hearing the word "rule", the young man laughed wildly: "Xue Niang, talk to me about the rules? Okay, okay, everything a pretty girl says makes sense. Today I will tell you the rules—beauty Just remember, in Bibo City, I am the rule!"

The young man probably had a lot of background, and he did not shy away from people when he made a big fuss and laughed, but the owners of the surrounding painting boats screamed after seeing him, and then steered the boat as far away as possible to avoid it.

The boat that was crowded by many boats just now became a lonely boat in a moment.

Wen Zhe quietly looked at it, but saw that the displeasure had already appeared on Mr. Han's face.

"Building the second floor." He calmly gave the young man a look: "Barely enough."

"What is enough?" The young man said triumphantly, "But the young lady thinks that I am good enough to be your good husband? Let your husband teach you: Your husband is not just barely enough, your husband's ability can make you cry I'm begging for forgiveness."

"Barely qualified to be a training partner for my Taoist companion." Rong Xuehuai withdrew her eyes indifferently: "Qingqing, you can go beat him now."

The young man looked at Wen Zhe, and laughed a few times with disdain: "Ha! Ha! The little boy on the ninth floor of Qi refining also wants to come and fight with me? Okay, come on and fight, boy, and I don't want you to kneel if you lose Shout out to Grandpa, as long as you give me the big beauty behind you, how about it?"

The young man's reckless remarks just now made Wen Zhe furious, and now the young man's words added fuel to the flames. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who wins or loses, Xue...he is not a bargaining chip!"

Rong Xuehuai laughed instead.His voice at this time is so clear, like broken ice and broken jade, it is really beautiful.Both Wen Zhe and the young man couldn't bear to look at him, only to hear him say slowly: "Your cultivation is not very good, but the courage is indeed the only thing I've seen in my life. Qingqing, do it."

Wen Zheqing shouted, drew his sword and stood up, and Rong Xuehuai, who had been sitting upright, picked up the pipa leaning against the leg of the chair again.

The guards couldn't help but stare sideways at him—this time it wasn't because of his beauty: this woman's Taoist companion had already stepped up to fight with the powerful young master because of her, and this little lady was still not tight Playing the pipa not slowly?

Wen Zhe's foundation in swordsmanship was laid down by Rong Xuehuai himself, and swordsmanship was taught by Sword Lord Hanmei carefully.In the blink of an eye, he had swung three swords, and the sword never left the young man's vitals.

He has a pure and kind nature, how could he usually make moves like this?Right now, I was really annoyed by this person's insulting words.

The melodious tune of the pipa has already rang.The young man sneered, folded his hands suddenly, and a phantom of a heavy armor appeared faintly on his body.Wen Zhe's three moves were determined enough, but they were rendered invisible by this young man.

"Little white face really doesn't know what to do, the distance between Qi refining and foundation building is like a natural moat, you dare to leapfrog the challenge?"

There was no disappointment or surprise when Wen Zhe's moves failed, he just repeated a sentence: "My Taoist companion said, you are barely enough to practice for me."

The pitch of the pipa was raised by two points, with a faint sense of admiration, Wen Zhe smiled knowingly, and the tip of the sword trembled, no longer imitating the sharp sword intent of Hanmei Jianjun, but became soothing and soft.

The young man thought that his successor was not enough, so he couldn't help but smiled disdainfully.

On Wen Zhe's face, there was a hint of arrogance that he had foreseen the result in advance.

"Little boy is dead?" The young man raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Then you just look at it."

"It's too late for you to speak." Wen Zhe shook his head and said, "Now is the time for you to be optimistic."

"What..." Before the young man finished speaking, there was a chill on the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, and a sharp pain came the next moment.The swordsmanship that had been calm and sluggish just now suddenly became fierce, as if it had stabbed the tendons and shoulder blades of his limbs through tiny gaps, and made him see his own blood in horror.

"How could you hurt me!" The young man said incredulously, "How is this possible!"

Wen Zhe shook his head and didn't answer him.

Rong Xuehuai at the side understood it very well: Wen Zhe's swordsmanship turned calm and calm is just an illusion, and there is actually a seal hidden in his peaceful-looking sword aura.

Removing the armor seal, Rong Xuehuai taught Wen Zhe the second seal method before leaving.

This seal is specially designed for magical weapons with high defensive power. Knowing the weak points of attacking spiritual weapons, it can break through the enemy's defense without sound or breath before the opponent is aware of it, and forcefully tear it out.

Wen Zhe's gentle sword qi just proved the reality of the young man's armor, and then wrapped the power of the seal with the sword qi, and achieved the effect that made the young man puzzled.

The young man had scruples in his heart, and he hesitated in his movements; while Wen Zhe's anger had not subsided, he was already fighting fast at this moment, and he had newly condensed the spiritual energy on the ghost pressure pillar, and he himself was blessed with demon power. The cultivation base of the ninth floor is not inferior to the ordinary second floor of the foundation building.

The four guards are all at the seventh or eighth level of foundation building. Seeing that their little master is in the hands, of course they have to perform their duties.Unexpectedly, when the pipa behind them was played twice, the limbs of the four of them became stiff, unable to move.

The beauty who had been regarded by them as having no power to resist said indifferently: "I have said that you must follow the rules... Fighting alone is fighting alone. Why do you want to intervene for nothing?"

One of the guards struggled a few times to no avail, so he hurriedly said: "Let us go, do you know who your Taoist partner hurt? How dare you provoke the Liu family in Bibo City? You are so arrogant, I'm afraid There is no way to leave the gate of Bibo City with all your hair and tail."

Rong Xuehuai laughed dumbly, and sighed: "Don't you know who I am again? Well, meeting is fate, don't rush to find a place for your young master, it's better to be quiet, let me invite you to listen to a song song……"

"Don't listen!" One of the guards suddenly reacted: "She is Mr. Haitanghua's subordinate, that 'Holding the Moon Pipa'! As long as you listen to her music, you will die of heartbreak!"

Unexpectedly, the guard could say such a thing at such a young age, Rong Xuehuai raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Haitang's subordinates? So that's what you told me back then... Qingqing, let it go, If you hit him again, this person will lose his shape."

It turned out that Wen Zhe had gained the upper hand all the way, so he simply withdrew Minghong Qiushui, and switched to beating him to the flesh with demonic power.This young man was spoiled and spoiled, with delicate skin and tender flesh, how could he have endured such a severe beating?After a few blows, she was beaten and screamed again and again.

Before Rong Xuehuai called him to stop, Wen Zhe had already punched him fiercely in the face, the opponent's eyes were blackened and his cheeks were swollen.That's not enough, Wen Zhe said in a vicious tone: "Apologize, apologize to him, apologize to me!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" The young man yelled, "Stop beating, stop beating—it's fine if I molested her and apologize to her, but if you beat me up, I still have to apologize to you?"

Wen Zhe's expression looked as if he wanted to pounce on the young man and strangle the young man to death. He gave him another punch and said angrily, "Do you know what you bothered? Anyway, you don't need to know, just admit your mistake!"

"Oh, okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't bother you, I shouldn't tease the beauty... Stop hitting! She told you to stop!"

Wen Zhe kicked this person bitterly for the last time: "You can call me a beauty?" Even I dared to think about it in my heart!

Rong Xuehuai walked slowly in front of the young man with the vigilant eyes of the four guards burning, and said softly: "I still have to correct one point, those people died not because they listened to my music, but because they were poisoned by me." .like this……"

The young man jumped up suddenly, screaming like a woman from a good family being molested, without even looking at the road under his feet, he walked to the edge of the painting boat and fell into the water with a plop.

The four guards all stared at each other, and they all screamed: "What did you do to the young master?" "Even Haitang Huajun's subordinates can't be so presumptuous!" "How dare you!"

"The five of you don't have the blood after killing, so this medicine has no lethality, it's just hallucinogenic. Your young master originally wanted to do something to me, but now I'm experiencing something in my fantasy."

Rong Xuehuai walked a few steps, hugged Wen Zhe's shoulders, and added: "Besides, I am from Furongxie, and have nothing to do with Haitang County. Today my Taoist partner beat your young master, you can go find Furong Master Xie, ask for an explanation. Well, yes, please go back and tell your Patriarch that I will still send someone to look at your young master’s actions. If he continues to cause trouble like today... then I will be sorry .”

The all-powerful beauty smiled at the four people who were shattered with liver and gallbladder, and flew away with the handsome and gentle young man.The four were gradually able to move with difficulty, and immediately pulled out their hands to clumsily pick up the young man who fell into the water.

One of them was obviously out of shape when he was salvaged, and was hit hard by the guards around him: "What are you thinking?"

"That woman just now, I mean, the subordinate of Mr. Hua who doesn't even mention her name." The guard hesitated and said, "How do I think she is a whole head taller than her Taoist companion..."

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Wen Zhe was led by Rong Xuehuai for a few steps, the expression on his face was still a little unhappy, Rong Xuehuai glanced at him with a smile, only to hear Wen Zhe complained sullenly: "I didn't hit hard enough."

Rong Xuehuai lightly smiled and flicked Wen Zhe's forehead: "Is it because you didn't hit hard, or did you feel unhappy? Today's Qingqing is so unrestrained in beating up, which has already impressed me."

Wen Zhe didn't speak anymore, but occasionally "peeked" at Rong Xuehuai with a lot of movement, and blushed every time he looked at it, but he still persisted in turning his head to look.

"Really." Rong Xuehuai gave a low laugh helplessly, took a rest in a small pavilion with Wen Zhe, and gently and carefully picked out a strand of Wen Zhe's long hair: "I've been thinking about this thing, right?"

Wen Zhe laughed.He didn't open his mouth, but raised his hand to grab Rong Xuehuai's sleeve.

Two strands of silky black hair with slightly different colors were picked out separately and tied into a simple concentric knot. Rong Xuehuai raised her fingertips to cut off the two strands of hair, but after thinking about it, she put down her hand.

"That's it for now."

They held hands and walked slowly in the spring breeze of willows that was not cold.

The two people's hair is tied together, as if their hearts are also connected by an invisible red thread. The indescribable affection is so strong that people can know their relationship from a distance.

"Where do you want to go after today?" Rong Xuehuai asked gently.

"Where am I going, will you go with me?"

Rong Xuehuai smiled: "That's natural."

Wen Zhe thought about it carefully, and finalized the final choice: "Then let's go and explain to elder brother Shen and the others first, and then return to the Riyu. I kind of want to go back. If I think about it again, you will It won't stop, will it?"

"I won't stop, if possible, I will go out with you." Rong Xuehuai's eyes were full of tenderness: "As long as you want, as long as you need."

"Then let's go back to the Riyu." Rong Xuehuai sighed: "If it was in the past, I would definitely say that, but now, everything seems to be different."

Wen Zheqi said: "Then what do you want to say?"

"Let's go home."

With a force in her hand, Rong Xuehuai pulled Wen Zhe into her arms, then lowered her head, and kissed Wen Zhe lightly on the top of Wen Zhe's hair.

Before you, it was the name of a region.

After you, there is home.

The fourth volume is good at joking, not cruel