Li Qingyun felt that the governor was overly enthusiastic towards him. He had only stayed at his house for one night, had a few meals, and fished once. Was it necessary for him to be so enthusiastic towards a small farmer like him? This was a joke, and he didn't even think about it.
Know how to answer.
There was nothing I could do. The governor was joking, so I had to follow their wishes and replied with a smile. He said that he would deliver them tomorrow, but they were all fruits and vegetables grown by himself and wine brewed by himself. There were nothing valuable, so don't go.
He didn't care about the food because he thought the food was bad.
The governor laughed and scolded you, you little devil, as the governor of a province, am I such a stingy person? But let’s talk about it first, if I don’t have my favorite old wine, then I really don’t care about my job.
Everyone laughed, and Li Qingyun also laughed, saying no, I will definitely prepare good wine for you. If there is no good wine, there is no shame in eating.
Everyone chatted here for a while. The old man in military uniform looked at his watch and reminded the governor in a low voice that it was probably getting late and he had to do business. Chu Jiplan was also dressed up and ready to follow the condolences team for his annual visit.
There are some indispensable activities.
When everyone left, Chu Jihua specifically told Li Qingyun that he would sit and watch TV or rest at his home and not leave. When he finished his work, someone would ask him to go to the military canteen for lunch at noon.
According to Li Qingyun's original plan, he would deliver the things, say a few words to Mr. Chu, and then leave. But now that he hasn't spoken to him, and he sees a governor who is inexplicably enthusiastic about him, he feels a little confused. What a shame to the governor.
I don’t know him well, and I don’t know where he lives now. How can I send souvenirs to him? No big deal. Call the richest man in Nanyang and ask him to help deal with the enthusiasm of the provincial governor.
Li Qingyun watched TV for a while and felt bored, so he walked to the gate to breathe fresh air. The layout of the military area was very neat and clean, and the landscape trees in the flower belt were neatly trimmed like military uniforms. In each row of villa-style small
In front of the hospital, there is a small fitness field with some fitness equipment permanently placed.
Li Qingyun had never felt that time passed so slowly. He felt awkward all over in this military compound. To pass the time, he walked to the fitness center and played with the horizontal bar.
When I was in college, my physical condition was at its peak. At that time, I could easily run up to 10,000 meters. But my arm strength was a bit weak. I could only pull the horizontal bar upwards forty or fifty times, which made me very tired.
He didn't know how much stronger his current body was than before, and he could pull more than 200 hours easily. He suddenly felt bored. He simply sat on the horizontal bar, swinging his legs leisurely, and looked around at the overly straight landscape trees.
After being out for more than a day, I missed my wife a little, so I called her, but it was grandma who answered the phone.
"Fuwa, when will you come back? Yunu is practicing Kung Fu. Oh, a girl's house, what kind of Kung Fu should I learn? She is so tired and sweating in the yard, it makes her heartache to look at her." Grandma complained.
Before Li Qingyun could answer, he heard Grandma Fu's voice coming from the side: "That damn old man is also crazy. It's not because Yu Nu has talent, but she can't carry forward his unique skills. What special skills are there? Apart from capturing and fighting, I can't
I have never seen him teach others any martial arts. Old man Li still lives a leisurely life, lying on a wicker chair, drinking fragrant tea, basking in the sun, and not delaying teaching Sun's medical skills."
"Grandma, I won't disturb Yunu while she's practicing. I still have some things to do in the provincial capital, so I'll go home tomorrow." After saying that, he chatted with grandma for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
On the path in front of the fitness center, a young man and woman walked together. The two were walking side by side. They were not very intimate, but their steps were coordinated and they had a good understanding.
The girl has long hair and a slim figure. She is not too thickly dressed in the cold weather. She wears tight black leather pants and white short boots. Her legs are slender and straight, full of elasticity. She walks very briskly, like a deer, and is full of youthful colors.
Wearing a short white down jacket and a black scarf, covering her mouth and half of her face, it could not cover the bulge and firmness of her plump breasts.
At first, Li Qingyun didn't recognize who this woman was, but when he saw the pair of unusually protruding breasts, he felt like he had seen him somewhere before. Looking carefully, he saw that those eyebrows and eyes were none other than Yin Xueyan, who had been causing trouble for him all day long. I heard that he had seen her before.
This woman's family has some background in the provincial police system. How come she appears in the provincial military region?
The young man next to her also had a relationship with him. It was Fang Zhaoming who was almost crippled by him.
The two were talking and laughing, but they didn't seem to notice anyone sitting high up, looking at them.
"...Xiaoyan, my dad came to Sichuan this time mainly to investigate the disappearance of my cousin. But you must have heard about the other thing, right? We are all twenty-four or five years old, so it doesn't count.
Now that you're young, it's time to think about your life-long affairs." Fang Zhaoming has a gentle voice, is tall and handsome, and has an extraordinary family background. From all aspects, he is a good marriage partner.
However, Li Qingyun clearly saw Yin Xueyan shuddering, and the expression between her eyebrows seemed to be a little impatient.
"Don't call me Xiaoyan, I hate it when people call me that. Xueyan is just Xueyan, what's her name? Xiaoyan? Calling other people's names is just to save trouble, what else can you not worry about?" Yin Xueyan's tone turned sour, no.
Repeat the joke just now.
"I heard my grandma call you that, so I followed suit. But if you don't like it, I can correct it." Fang Zhaoming said in a gentle tone.
"Grandma is a grandma, and you are you. I don't dare to contradict grandma, but I don't dare to contradict you either? Hum, but you know your mistakes and can correct them, so you're still a good child." Yin Xueyan has a very unruly streak, and she seems to have changed the topic because of her success.
He has regained his usual liveliness.
Fang Zhaoming smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, yes, my aunt, am I afraid of you? Alas, I have been scolded badly by the elders in the family these days. Can you do a good job and stop scolding me a few times? You said it all.
My cousin's disappearance has something to do with me. In fact, when my cousin came to visit me, he just said that, and he couldn't really avenge me. He sneaked into the mountain village and crippled Li Qingyun. I will avenge myself.
I was just too careless this time. If I used the Kung Fu of the Bagua Sect in a suitable place, I would not be afraid of anyone of my generation. If he appears in front of me now, I can beat him without using the Fang family's leg kung fu.
I have to look for teeth all over the place.”
Yin Xueyan kicked the flowers and plants in the flower belt and said with some sympathy: "Elder brother, don't underestimate Li Qingyun. He doesn't seem to know kung fu, but he is extremely powerful and very fast. I am on full alert, but I can't avoid him.
attack……"
But before I finished speaking, I heard someone laughing from the side and said: "Oh, isn't this the senior brother of the Bagua Sect? What's wrong, have the bones in the body grown? I'm sorry, I shot too hard last time, so I let you
I'm sorry. The last time I hit you, it was because your hands were mean and you hurt my wife. If I accidentally knock you down again today, it's because your mouth is too mean. You say bad things about people behind their backs, is that okay?"
The two of them looked up and were immediately shocked and angry. The person speaking was not their old enemy Li Qingyun, or who else?
"Li Qingyun, why are you here? How did you come in? Who asked you to come in?" When Fang Zhaoming saw his enemy, his eyes turned red and his fists clenched loudly.
Yin Xueyan also said angrily: "It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs, but it's okay to eavesdrop on what they are saying? How long have you been here, and what have you heard?"
Li Qingyun grinned and said: "Haha, I'm sitting here enjoying the cool air, and it's you who came over and said things like getting married, the boss is too young, etc. It's not like I have to listen. But to be honest, you are indeed not too young.
, just get married when you find the right one. Don’t let us in Qinglong Town harm the neighbors all day long. How bad it is. Even if you eat wild boar, you will be chased and persecuted. You will come to arrest people and call the police to frame them.
He won’t even miss my wedding day.”
Yin Xueyan almost went crazy. It's such a cold day. I'm going to freeze to death. Why don't you take advantage of your sister's cold weather?
"It's up to you to control me. I can get married whenever I want. You can't control it. I'm not young anymore. I'm only twenty-four, okay? I'm two years younger than you, okay? Even if you die of old age,
I'm still young and beautiful."
Yin Xueyan became angry when she saw Li Qingyun. In an instant, it was like a powder keg was lit, and she fired back at Li Qingyun with all her strength.
Li Qingyun sighed, jumped off the horizontal bar, and said with a profound expression: "Oh, you know my age, why do you care about me so much? But you should know that I am already married, and I haven't spent my honeymoon yet...
The reason why Tian shows your presence in front of me is because you want me to remember you."
"You narcissist, why don't you die? Who seduced you? Even if I am blind and all the men in the world are dead, I will not like you. Die, die..." Yin Xueyan looked angry
The little bird flew towards Li Qingyun desperately.
She turned into a palm with one hand, and with the sound of wind, she struck Li Qingyun head and face with dozens of palms in an instant. If she hit her body, even a big tree would be broken by her skin.
But Li Qingyun didn't seem to move, his body just twisted and twisted, dodging Yin Xueyan's dozens of slaps at a weird speed. The closest few slaps just hit his clothes, as if to give him a bullet.
Grayish.
"Mother, you are too fierce, aren't you? Give me a slap in the face, why should you be so crazy? This is the Provincial Military Region compound, you must pay attention to your image, don't attract the soldiers on duty." Recently, Qinxiu Lingxu Taoist priest left
According to the three volumes of records written by Li Qingyun, he has made rapid progress in basic skills such as speed and movement. He no longer needs to rely on strength to defeat his opponents as he did when he first gained a small space.
Fang Zhengming was furious. Ever since he found out about Li Qingyun, Yin Xueyan hadn't spoken to him, and Li Qingyun seemed to have ignored his questions. The two of them seemed to be arguing fiercely, but it looked like they were flirting. Junior sister
What kind of kung fu is that? Is this the unique skill of Baguazhang? Let alone brushing off the ashes, even the ashes can't be brushed off. Isn't this a deliberate act of defiance? Isn't this a reluctance to beat Li Qingyun?
For a moment, Fang Zhaoming thought of a lot, but the image of Li Qingyun beating him until he was unable to fight back was still swirling in his mind, and he really didn't dare to attack rashly.
At this time, a group of soldiers on patrol passed by, and he suddenly had an idea: "Come here, there is a little farmer who broke in illegally and played hooligans on my little junior sister..." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature