Zhang Peng looked at Yuan Gongyuan, and Yuan Gongyuan also looked at Zhang Peng.
Yuan Gongyuan seemed to be trying very hard to suppress the excitement in his heart. He asked word for word: "The knowledge of Tianxiahui cannot be spread to outsiders, right?"
"Mr. Yuan, you have also seen that the skills I have shown so far are all learned from Tianxiahui. There is nothing that cannot be passed on to others, oh, of course, except for the Hu people." Zhang Peng was numb and could only continue to lie.
Went down.
"Oh? It's forbidden to spread rumors about Hu people?" Yuan Gongyuan was delighted, "Could it be that the Tianxiahui had already had friction with that ghost organization?"
"Haha, that's right. Muhammad, the Prophet of Food, is just a named disciple whom I, the great elder of the Tianxiahui, taught me when I was traveling abroad. Not counting," Zhang Peng's face almost turned into a chrysanthemum. He was
I never thought that one day I would become an alumnus of Muhammad.
"Well, very good," Yuan Gongyuan nodded, then walked back and forth in front of the desk several times with his hands behind his back, then glanced back and forth at Zhang Peng and Xu Wanyi with falcon-like eyes, and finally asked, "Have you learned?"
At what point, can your heir continue to enter the Tianxiahui?"
"Mr. Yuan is joking. The knowledge of Tianxiahui is so vast that I will never be able to finish it in my lifetime." Although Zhang Peng didn't know what Old Yuan meant by asking, he still patiently continued to make up lies.
"My heirs can naturally enter the Tianxiahui. Just like Zhuge Kongming's young daughter Zhuge Guo, the elder of the Tianxiahui saw that Ji Han was exhausted, so he took her away and escaped the Sima clan's arrest."
"That's great!" Yuan Gongyuan nodded with satisfaction, and then his eyes lit up, "I can tell you about my previous experience of being in trouble."
Zhang Peng and Xu Wanyi both looked happy.
I finally persuaded this stubborn old man. Oh my god, tell me now. I don’t want to continue lying. I’m so damn afraid that I’ll dream about Uncle Mo riding a war horse tonight, holding the Quran in one hand and holding a sword in the other.
Ask questions.
"But I have one more request," Yuan Gongyuan said with a serious look and an unquestionable tone, "You must agree to my request."
Xu Wanyi and Zhang Peng looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.
"Okay, we agree!"
Yuan Gongyuan showed a proud smile: "You guys can consummate your marriage today and give me a disciple and grandson as soon as possible!"
Zhang Peng:......
Xu Wanyi:......
Old man Yuan, how do you want us to respond to your words?
"What? Not happy?" Old man Yuan immediately grimaced when he saw the two people's expressions were stiff.
"Ah, Master, I remembered. There are still some important matters in the army that need to be dealt with. Disciple, please resign!" Xu Wanyi was really at her wits' end. There was no problem in acting with Zhang Peng and pretending to be a loving couple, but she didn't at all.
I thought about really putting myself into it.
At least not yet.
After saying that, Xu Wanyi gave Zhang Peng a look that said, "You're just asking for it." Then she turned around and left without any sense of loyalty, never mentioning the matter of revenge for Old Man Yuan again.
Zhang Peng watched Xu Wanyi fleeing from the battlefield, and he was so angry that he wanted to flip the table.
"Mr. Yuan, you see, I have some urgent matters here," Zhang Peng also wanted to find an excuse to leave.
"She is a girl who is naturally thin-skinned. If this topic is discussed, it will be discussed." Yuan Gongyuan sat down again, looked at Zhang Peng with slightly narrowed eyes, and directly interrupted his excuses, "You are a grown man.
What are you afraid of?"
"Can……"
"Don't mention to me that you haven't paid enough as a betrothal gift. In my opinion, your status as a world-famous disciple and the knowledge in your mind are enough to serve as a betrothal gift." Yuan Gongyuan refused to give Zhang Peng
Opportunity to continue explaining.
"Mr. Yuan, we are not ready yet," Zhang Peng sweated.
"Do you still need to prepare for something like this?" Yuan Gongyuan glared, "Okay, I'll go into the mountains and get you a tiger whip!"
"No, you misunderstood. What I mean is that it's not that I don't want to, but that the princess is very ambitious. She has her own standards for choosing a husband, and I am a shameless person who got married with a marriage certificate."
Zhang Peng had no choice but to explain patiently: "Think about it, she originally wanted to find a husband who met her standards to live with her for the rest of her life, but I ended up standing in the middle of the road without any emotional basis. We got married right away. How can she treat me like that?"
Don’t you have any complaints?”
After hearing this, Yuan Gongyuan's ugly face softened slightly.
"So, I don't want to force her. I'll wait until the day comes... Haha, Mr. Yuan, just give us some more time. There will always be disciples and grandchildren. Don't worry about it now," Zhang Peng saw Old Yuan
His expression softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It makes sense. Nannan has had her own opinions since she was a child and doesn't like others to tell her what to do." Old Yuan sighed deeply. "Since he was a child, he has dreamed of marrying a great hero who is capable of both literary and military skills.
It will indeed be difficult for her to accept your slippery and bad temper."
Zhang Peng: Well, that's good, I'll really thank you, but you can say whatever you want, I don't care anymore, as long as you don't force us to consummate the marriage anymore.
"You are absolutely right. Even though I have been very close to the princess in recent years, I have not been able to fall in love with her. My heart is also painfully tight!"
At this moment, Zhang Peng felt that it was necessary to create an image of a hardworking and infatuated man for himself, and put all the responsibility on Xu Wanyi: "But even if she refuses to accept me in her life, I will be good to her and do my best.
Help her and protect her!"
Although he sounded like a bitch when he said this, Zhang Peng was willing to take the risk. Anyway, he would pay off his debts and fly away, and he didn't care about this little reputation.
Based on Old Man Yuan's love for Xu Wanyi, he should firmly stand on Xu Wanyi's side...
Yuan Gongyuan nodded solemnly. He was infected by Zhang Peng's infatuation... thinking that it is really rare for a man to understand and pamper his wife so much. Such a good man is really rare.
So, he had a bold idea.
"In this case, I will train you to be a great hero who is capable of both literary and military skills and will stand upright!"
Zhang Peng:???
No, this script is wrong!
Seeing Zhang Peng's dull expression, Yuan Gongyuan thought he was at a loss because of the surprise, so he continued: "I can't teach you about writing. You are a disciple of Tianxiahui. You are the best in this aspect, but when it comes to speaking
Wu! Hum hum, I claim to be second in the world, but no one dares to claim to be number one!"
At this point, Yuan Gongyuan saw that Zhang Peng was still stunned, and he couldn't help but look unhappy: "I will tell you my experiences in the past six years when the time is right. Why are you still standing there? Kneel down and become a disciple!"
…
This night was a bit sad.
He gained a lot today. Not only did he become an alumnus with Uncle Mo, but he also became a fellow disciple with the princess, and they were even closer to each other!
When he thought about having to get up before dawn every morning to practice martial arts with Old Man Yuan, he felt that life was dark and dark.
"Boy, your bones are amazing and your talent is excellent. You are born in the state of Qi transformation. There is no one in the world who can pick you out. I want to teach you "Lingxi Wuxiang Duel". In the future, you will dominate the martial arts and fight on the battlefield.
Question, come on, I will help you relax your muscles and bones!"
In his twenties, a person who had never practiced martial arts had his muscles stretched forcibly. The sour feeling penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The tragic howl echoed in the sky above Jingyuan for a long time. It seemed that Mingyue couldn't bear to see such human tragedy, and escaped into the depths of the black clouds, never to come back.