Chapter 161 The Turks(1/2)
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Eat a lot of late supper, and the four words "Qingfeng Boils Rain" have been lingering in Yan Qing's heart. He thought to himself. And Wuque is a boring person. If you don't talk to him, you will never talk to you on your own initiative.&1t;/p>
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Only Xu Yunchuan talked to himself, and everyone was drunk without getting drunk. So he soon got drunk. Fuguier and Erzhu worked together to carry him back to the guest room to rest.&1t;/p>
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The night is not too deep, but in this few northwest prairie, as long as the sun rises, the darkness and tranquility are so dull that it makes people feel uncomfortable.&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing's wine was one cup after another, and he wanted to pick up another cup of wine to drink it, but Wu Que took action to stop him:&1t;/p>
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"You have injuries on your body, you shouldn't have drunk so much wine."&1t;/p>
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"I need to borrow wine to think about the problem." Yan Qing put away his hand, raised his glass and stuffed it again, but put down the glass, and then he explained again: "I don't plan to leave these days. Be drunk and wake up more happily. Anyway, my injury will not crack again."&1t;/p>
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"Then you eat and drink well, I'll go to rest." He left a sentence and wanted to leave, but how could Yan Qing let him leave? He said:&1t;/p>
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"We haven't talked about a word from the beginning until now, how could you just leave like this?"&1t;/p>
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Wu Que said: "What we talk about is irrelevant, so we won't talk about things that are not important."&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing picked up the wine pot and poured the wine in person, and asked, "What's wrong with Jiang Ying? But she still loves to cry?"&1t;/p>
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Wu Que shook his head and said, "She has to be cried by Wei Qun for at least two or three times every day."&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing smiled and said, "I cried two or three times today. I've been coaxed, but I'll be bullied to cry tomorrow. It seems that Wei Qun is good at making girls happy."&1t;/p>
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"They are very compatible, but what's funny is that Wei Qun doesn't know that Jiang Ying is a daughter, so he can only treat him as a brother..." Speaking of this, Wu Qun rarely smiled knowingly, raised his glass toast, and then said: "One day Wei Qun came over and asked me, saying that he felt that he was gradually starting to fall in love with a man..."&1t;/p>
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"This kid, hahaha..." Yan Qing laughed so hard that he almost broke his wounds. He had to stop his laughter and sighed: "I envy these carefree young girls. When I was as old as them, I had just walked out of the dead cell in Baiyue. I have never met any kind-hearted person who recognizes me as my younger brother."&1t;/p>
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“It’s nothing wrong with being a little bitter.”&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing's eyes turned, and then filled the wine in front of Wuque, squeezed out a smile and said, "Let's listen to your story tonight, it's okay to tell a long story short."&1t;/p>
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"It's nothing to say, everyone has a story," Wu Que paused, moistened his throat with wine, and said, "Ten years of frost are enough to polish a sword of Ruyi that splits the sky and the earth. A tough boy will also be honed in the chaotic world. I don't know whether it's misfortune or luck, but I am one of them."&1t;/p>
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"At that time, the world was very cruel. If you want to survive, you had to take the lives of others and exchange life for life. So murder organizations of all sizes emerged in the world, mainly from the Curtain Tower, and the activities of exchanging heads for money were enjoyed. From the age of twelve, all kinds of killing skills were taught until the 20-year-old Master of Curtain Tower Qing. Later... Later, my conscience came to my mind and knew that too many people killed, and after death, my soul would suffer. So I washed my hands and started a legitimate business. Every time I had time for a 15th day of the lunar month, I would go to the Buddha to repent."&1t;/p>
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After listening to it, Yan Qing stroked her chin and said, "I have a friend named Qi Ming. Your second half of your life is exactly the same."&1t;/p>
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"I know Qi Ming, the second young master of the Qi family, seventy-two golden spears, and one person destroyed the vast madmen of the Tang family."&1t;/p>
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"The Qi family has always been a feud with the Tang family. It is not considered a casual killing of innocent people, but also dares to love and hate. It is not considered a crazy man, but a hero with a strong backbone," Yan Qing smiled at Wuque and raised his glass to praise: "You are all heroes."&1t;/p>
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"So too."&1t;/p>
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"I am the hero king, the person who brings the heroes together."&1t;/p>
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Wuque didn't say more, and he had a lot of thoughts.&1t;/p>
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This is exactly what Yan Qing wants. Silence is gold, and the hero acquiesces the king.&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing drank a glass of wine confidently and asked again: "How did you find me?"&1t;/p>
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Wu Que said: "I caught a man and called himself the 'Eight Deserts of the Northwest'. I asked a few questions, and combined with the current situation, it is actually not difficult to find you."&1t;/p>
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This time Yan Qing didn't say much. Although he had thousands of words in his heart, the two most important words tonight must be said:&1t;/p>
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"Thank you."&1t;/p>
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"You're welcome."&1t;/p>
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Before I knew it, all four jars of wine had been drunk, and I had no fun, but the two of them did not plan to call for wine again.&1t;/p>
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The light of the courtyard is the moon and the stars. It is still early. After drinking and eating, the two walked out of the inn with candles for a walk. The wind in the first month is still hurting people, especially on this lonely plain, without any restraint and unscrupulous.&1t;/p>
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Finally, the two of them leaned against the fence and sat down.&1t;/p>
Yan Qing said: "I have to go to Phoenix City. I guess it's almost half a month from here. If I delay for another two or three days, I will rush back to Baiyun City. You can also go back to Yangcheng to submit a service, help people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. You won't postpone it?"&1t;/p>
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Wu Que did not directly answer him, but said, "I heard that Linglong Yanzhi in Phoenix City is very famous. Although she is not good at these, I still want to bring her a few boxes."&1t;/p>
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"Is she... ugly?"&1t;/p>
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"How can I see it?"&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing said: "Aren't girls who don't like beauty all ugly? Besides, girls who know how to make wine have their hands and their figures are generally not very good."&1t;/p>
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Wu Que thought for a while before saying, "I haven't hugged her waist, so I don't know that she is really fat and thin, and I haven't seen her directly, and I can't remember her face too firmly... In short, it's not beautiful, but ugly is not ugly."&1t;/p>
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Yan Qing suddenly turned his head and met Wu Que, looked at him and asked, "Aren't you husband and wife? Can you sleep with the same bed?"&1t;/p>
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Wuque seemed very calm: "Of course, I lived under the same eaves, fell asleep on the same bed, and ate at the same table."&1t;/p>
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"Uh... Then you haven't had her--"&1t;/p>
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"No."&1t;/p>
To be continued...