Chapter 32 The Boy's Impotence

Author: Shangliu

Chapter 32 The Boy's Impotence

"Where is that direction?"

Mr. Hong Qi took out his ears, pointed to the east, and asked in confusion, "The old beggar listened to the noise of gongs and drums. Is it because someone got married? I guess there are many people? Have you heard it?"

Long Peng and Qiao Feng looked at each other tacitly, and it seemed that they had noticed something.

“That place…”

Duan Zhengchun followed the direction of Hong Qigong's finger and suddenly widened his eyes, "To the east of this place, there are many mountains and swamps, and there are few people. But after a hundred miles, it is Wanjie Valley. Could it be... the Blood Sword Ancestor?!"

"Blood Sword Ancestor?"

Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. "The old beggar has heard of this person's reputation. It is not an exaggeration to die a hundred times."

"Hey, that little guy, how far are you listening to them?"

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, squatted down and listened carefully, "At least fifteen miles."

Hong Qigong nodded slightly and looked at Qiao Feng again, "Xiao Qiao, what do you think?"

Listening to the title of "Xiao Qiao", Qiao Fengwei twitched the corner of his mouth without even figuring out, "Jiao Mou sounds like Young Master Lin."

"I feel it's almost the same, too."

Mr. Hong Qi touched his beard, "Well, Prince Duan, where are you talking about the Blood Knife Ancestor?"

"If... what the baby said is true, it must be true."

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and asked, "Xiao Qiao and that little guy named Lin, are you interested in following the old guy over and taking a look?"

Qiao Feng bowed his hand slightly and smiled, "I am willing to go!"

Long Peng frowned slightly and did not answer immediately.

Just now, from Gan Baobao's mouth, he heard that there might be many masters gathered in the Wanjie Valley.

Now that Gan Baobao has met, Long Peng from the Qingming Festival in the Shentai is not going to take risks for a moment of indifference.

"What, little guy, aren't you afraid?"

Hong Qigong laughed playfully, "Young people should have a little bit of fighting and killing, otherwise, what's the difference between them and us old guys?"

"Senior, I heard that there are many masters gathered in the Wanjie Valley. I am self-aware and I am afraid that I will never return. Please forgive me."

Long Peng turned over the horse and bowed slightly, "I still have something to do, so I will say goodbye to you. I will see you again in the future. I will drink and have fun with you."

Mu Wanqing said, "I want to go to Central Plains too, you can take me with you."

"Um……?"

Long Peng frowned and said coldly, "Sorry, Miss Mu, I'm used to being alone and not used to walking with others."

Words fall.

Long Peng rode his horse and whipped it away, and the rest of Mu Wanqing stood there in a daze.

Duan Zhengchun looked at it and clenched his fists hard.

After these two days of getting along, he had long realized that Mu Wanqing was his daughter.

"Girl, be generous and have so many good guys in the world, don't worry about one person."

Mu Wanqing calmed down and glanced at Duan Zhengchun coldly, "What are you talking nonsense? You don't have to worry about my business!"

After saying that.

Mu Wanqing jumped onto Duan Zhengchun's horse, and looked at the gradually disappearing back of Long Peng, and the waves suddenly rose in her autumn eyes.

"drive!"

Following the cry of voice, Mu Wanqing rode his horse to chase him, "Duan Zhengchun, tell my mother, I'm going to Mantuo Villa!"

Duan Zhengchun stayed there, at a loss and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

Qiao Feng was also a little confused for a moment, always feeling strange, but he couldn't see any weirdness, so he had to shake his head and say to Hong Qigong, "Senior Hong, can we go now?"

"Don't go."

When Qiao Feng heard this, he felt that his mind was a little too short, "This... Senior Hong, what do you mean?"

"Xiao Qiao... don't you really think what the old beggar said just now makes sense, right?"

Qiao Feng nodded and shook his head again, "Please please let Senior Hong make a clear statement."

"Well... We are in the world, if we really have to go through the world, we have never known how many times we have died. Only by being cautious can we live for a long time."

Hong Qigong looked at Qiao Feng meaningfully, "You young juniors, you must not be less energetic, you cannot be just energetic, but you must also have some wisdom, do you know?"

Qiao Feng nodded thoughtfully, "I've been taught by you."

"Why... I don't believe that the famous 'Bei Qiaofeng' of you is the only one with the courage of a man. If this is the case, then Old Wang is really too much."

Qiao Feng touched his nose embarrassedly, "Gangmaster Wang treats Qiao very well, Senior Hong, don't misunderstand it."

"Silly kid..."

Hong Qigong shook his head, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile, "By the way, I've used dog beaters recently?"

Qiao Feng's expression became unnatural, "This...this is pretty good..."

"I heard that Rong'er will not only compete with you for martial arts skills when he gathers together in Junshan next time, but also read more books. Otherwise, if Rong'er is fooled by her, she will lose her lord."

"I know, my junior."

"You..."

Seeing Qiao Feng's confident expression, Hong Qigong shook his head and sighed, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll beggars first."

"This... what's wrong with Senior Hong..."

"Ahem..."

Duan Zhengchun coughed twice, "I guess I'm hungry, so let's go back to the city soon, leader Qiao."

“Okay.”

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The words are divided into two ends.

Long Peng rode his horse all the way and found a small tail following him, gradually slowing down.

"Miss Mu, what are you doing with me?"

"drive."

Mu Wanqing drove forward a few steps and said lightly, "Didn't we just say we were going to Central Plains, why do you feel like you are following you?"

"Can this road be yours?"

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want."

Long Peng glanced at the direction of Wanjie Valley, "Since you want to follow, just follow closely."

"drive!!"

As soon as the words fell, the dragon poncho ran out, and the dust that was rolled up melted into the haze every day, which was a bit choking.

"Ahem..."

Mu Wanqing patted her chest and gritted her teeth and said, "I won't believe it today."

The sky is full of haze.

The two rode on this long ancient road and chased each other, gradually moving away, and soon missed the fork in the direction of Wanjie Valley.

Accompanied by the noise of gongs and drums, a long convoy slowly emerged.

Tibetan monks, Tubo warriors, blood sword monks, Mongolian warriors...

This convoy of various places is extremely long, and it is more than a mile long, and it is the podium.

But in the middle of the strata, Dayiba slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Is anyone just over?"

"Senior brother, what did you say?" Yang Lianzhenjia asked immediately in the Western Regions beside the Dharma rack.

"nothing."

Dayiba closed his eyes, "Junior brother, how far is we from the Dali Royal City."

"According to the current speed, it will take tomorrow morning at the earliest."

Dayiba nodded, "Let them stop doing those tedious things, we will try to enter the city tonight."

"My junior brother understands."

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Chapter completed!