Mr. Qian has been a little uneasy for the past few days. Even the newly-ministered mistress, who is usually the most popular with him, can't make him feel at ease. He can't go to the town restaurant to brag about his past career.
In spirit, he always drinks alone and looks depressed. Those fair-weather friends and the waiter in the shop don't dare to ask more questions. Could it be that Mr. Qian lost money in his business? Or is there some unspeakable change in the family? Is it the house where Mr. Qian newly married?
The concubine has no appetite? There are different opinions in the town. It can be seen that Mr. Qian is also a high-profile figure in the town.
This starts from that day.
Seeing that Wei Changpan had not come to bother him for a while, Mr. Qian was very satisfied. He was convinced that the boy had retreated when he saw that the pass was too difficult to cross and did not have the courage to come to see him. It would be easy to deal with it if he came, but the worst thing would be
Putting on an attitude that he already knew, he told him why he could still study and not hang himself from a tree if he failed in martial arts. Finally, he concluded with the sentence, "Your kid will definitely have a lot of potential in the future."
I think he has the demeanor of a senior person.
Seeing that winter was approaching, the young man finally pulled the brass knocker on the door of Mr. Qian's house.
The boy came much later than he expected, but it didn't stop Mr. Qian from talking about the rhetoric he had already drafted. Before the young man opened his mouth, he snatched the white man. First, it was the foresight of the seniors in the world, and then the seniors.
Looking at the younger generation's earnest teachings, he finally expressed his expectations for him as a person who has been through it, and a strong pat on the shoulder was the finishing touch. Mr. Qian was very satisfied with what he said, but his throat started to smoke after saying it for so long.
, quickly drink water to moisten your throat.
Wei Changpan's first sentence made Mr. Qian spit out tea again.
Then I thought it was unbelievable. Could it be that I have misjudged you and you are really a martial arts genius? Why didn’t I teach you the corresponding formulas for the starting moves? You kid can still develop your divine will while practicing boxing. Could it be that these few days?
I spent so much energy on my mistress that I am mentally exhausted right now. Did you hear that correctly?
Wei Changpan repeated it respectfully, his face full of pure joy that could not be concealed.
No, this kid must have gone astray and mistakenly thought that he was ready to practice boxing. It was clearly not the beginning of autumn when he taught boxing. He hadn't even put on a thick winter coat yet. In just half a year, you can actually compete with me.
How could it be possible that he learned this punch at about the same speed back then?
Qian Erye, who did not believe in evil, asked Wei Changpan to practice the boxing technique again.
The young man took off his outer blouse and punched Qian Erye, who waved impatiently.
You don’t know if you don’t look, but if you look
I was shocked, this was not what the young man called "somewhat divine". It was clear that the moves were five points higher, especially the soaring cannon hammer, which was full of energy and was only half as good as when he first demonstrated it.
Mr. Qian has mixed feelings, and some of them can't get off the stage. Who would have thought that this kid would pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but in the end he would lose his wife and lose his army?
Thinking of a possibility, his eyes looked meaningful when he looked at Wei Changpan again.
"Does anyone give you some advice?" Mr. Qian asked directly without beating around the bush this time.
I never thought that this kid would admit it outright.
It's no wonder that if you don't know the rules of the world, your own martial arts are all taught by your master. If you ask others for advice, it is tantamount to weakening the prestige of your sect. At the least, you may be served by the sect's rules, or at worst, you may be kicked out of the sect.
It's just that I just randomly found an excuse to concentrate on martial arts without being distracted and recruiting disciples. To be honest, I'm not the master of this kid, so I don't care too much. I spent so much effort that day, but in the end I was recognized by a stranger.
The comrades in the world have caused the boat to capsize in the gutter, which really makes me angry.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Mr. Qian asked again who taught him the boxing skills, which inadvertently gave him a good face.
What? Could it be that I heard it wrong again?
Did one of the few women who came to town teach you this technique?!
Putting on a righteous and upright attitude, Mr. Qian said he was going to meet the woman who was teaching martial arts on his behalf to see who she was.
To be honest, I just want to take a look at those beauties who live in seclusion when they arrive in the town, and feast my eyes on them.
Second Master Qian rarely changed his slovenly appearance, trimmed his beard, and put on clean clothes before letting Wei Changpan lead him to the brothel. He carried his master's posture with his hands behind his back all the way, but he became a little nervous when he saw the outline of the brothel.
Not to mention the sweaty palms, I always felt that the clothes on my body were a little wrinkled, the square scarf on my head seemed a little greasy, the newly purchased boots were very harsh on my feet, and there was always some indescribable discomfort all over my body.
After dragging these unhappy things, he finally arrived at Xiaoqing's building. Mr. Qian immediately felt that she was indeed a woman from a big place. Her temperament was really extraordinary. Compared with that of his own house, she was not even a bit inferior.
With a little embarrassment, Wei Changpan asked Mr. Qian to wait in front of the brothel for a while. After all, he was just a boy in the brothel, and he still had to abide by some rules. Then he trotted to the building to find the couple.
A girl. The reason is simple. If you find one, you will naturally know what the other three are.
Here, the person who is serving Yue Qingqing is Xiao Lan'er. Her figure has been stretched like a willow branch. She is like the eldest among the four girls. I asked Xiao Lan'er and she said that she was in the quiet room of the Xiao Qinglou.
Meditate in the room, and you will naturally come out soon after following the instructions before entering. You may have to trouble your master to wait for a while. You might as well go to the main hall first, have some tea and rest for a while.
He was born with a burly figure, and he has neglected martial arts training in recent years, so he has put on a lot of extra pounds. The bamboo chair in the main hall of the brothel undoubtedly bears the weight that it should not bear, and it creaked for a while. Handed the tea
Xiao Lan'er couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
The door of the quiet room in the brothel was pushed open from the inside, and a brocade boot stepped out, followed by another pair of hands, holding a sword in one hand and closing the door with the other.
Yue Qingqing walked neither fast nor slowly. Although she was thinking about the martial arts realization she had just meditated on, she kept walking. Xiao Laner took advantage of the opportunity and mentioned that there was a guest in the main hall who had been waiting for a long time, which made her feel strange.
The group of people has no relatives in the town. Could it be that someone from the town came to visit again? And I heard that Xiaopan brought it, so he was probably his master in the town. He probably learned from his apprentice that there are other people in the town.
A woman who is also a martial artist, why come to visit?
It had been a long time since she'd seen anyone in the world, so she didn't remember the etiquette. Fortunately, she had a good memory. Her mind suddenly turned around and she recalled that weapons should never be brought out to meet guests. That was when bad guests came to the door.
As an envoy, you have to give your name when you meet, and afterwards you must brag about the other party's martial arts and deeds in the world. This is the most popular item. If you are not careful, the happy scene between the host and the guest may break up unhappy. Is that a blessing?
The disaster was inevitable. After all, she was Xiaopan's master, so she couldn't be too perfunctory. She also remembered the few formulas that her master had so earnestly asked her to remember. Now that she was almost ready, she could go out to meet guests.
After finally waiting for the master to come out, Mr. Qian stood up and clasped his fists:
"In Qiancai, Qingshan Town, Xiaqishan County, Jianghu people give him the nickname Overbearing Sword. It's polite here."
Hearing these words from the loud-voiced man, Yue Qingqing's steps stiffened.
Mr. Qian was a little surprised why this beauty hadn't returned the gift yet.
Who would have thought that the saying that mountains and rivers meet again was so accurate?
"My little girl, Yue Qingqing, from Songfeng Mountain in Jiangzhou, has met Daxia Qian." Her voice was clear and refreshing, "Yangxia, long time no see."
Mr. Qian seemed to see the little girl who shook him half to death again, looking at his embarrassment with a guilty look on his face.