But now it seems that it is absolutely impossible to hold a beautiful woman in your arms without spending a lot of effort. Ye Chenliang thought this way, and raised an evil smile on the corner of his mouth that could charm everyone from a cardamom girl to an old woman in her sixties.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and gently shaking the folding fan in the other, there is a sense of wind and air about her.
"I don't want to be missing arms and legs, so I just walked away."
When they met, the escort was still young but still unmoving. Ye Chenliang patted his head. Sure enough, he was still too handsome. He couldn't even scare a fledgling escort. When picking flowers, he got twice the result with half the effort. But
When you are fighting against the enemy, you will inevitably be looked down upon. Sure enough, this little guy from the Wuhe Escort Agency is also such a thing.
Ye Chenliang is hailed as a master of flower picking by his peers. Naturally, he does not stand out just because of his skin. Not only is he proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is still a low-ranking scholar. Otherwise, how can he win the favor of so many ladies?
In addition, Ye Chenliang's way of picking flowers is also very different from that of his younger generations. He relies on love potions to force his way in, and then he pulls out the bird and lifts his pants and refuses to recognize the person. At that moment, he is the inferior. He relies on sweet words to stand out and attract attention.
, that is just an ordinary method, he is born with good looks, but he doesn't bother to do it. He has thousands of poems, lyrics and songs hidden in his chest, and he can understand the nature of women. They are also both civil and military, suave and romantic. Most of the women he chooses are entrusted to him sincerely.
Even after getting married, there were fierce women who never forgot him and even died in love with him. Ye Chenliang couldn't help but feel sad and had no choice but to look for women again to heal the pain in his heart.
If he hadn't happened to be bumped into by the head of a first-rate Jianghu sect during his private meeting with that woman, he might have been living happily on an embroidered bed in some house at the moment. Why did he come to Washington on a rainy day and get in trouble?
When he thought about this section, his mood became worse and worse, and he gradually became murderous, but he still suppressed it. After all, the kid in front of him didn't know the depth, and he fought rashly, which was not in line with his usual calm nature. After all, he often walked by the river.
If you are not careful at all times, sooner or later your shoes will get wet.
"Tell you again..."
Clang————
Ye Chenliang gathered the folding fans in his hands to block the swift and fierce blow of the bodyguard in front of him. Seeing that the blow failed, he took three steps back and pulled away two feet away. He held the knife one foot in front of his chest and stood still.
"I didn't see it, but he is still a three-story martial artist." Ye Chenliang felt his wrists were slightly numb and raised his eyebrows, "Among the escorts in Wuhe Escort Agency, the three-story warriors are considered top-notch. Many escorts
There are only three-story buildings in the first place, there are not many four-story ones, and even fewer five-story ones."
"Just fight, what's the point of wasting all these words?" Wei Changpan muttered with some dissatisfaction.
The corner of Ye Chenliang's mouth twitched slightly, but he still forced a smile and said: "I don't want to be an enemy of Wu He Escort, but I am entrusted by others. If this little brother can let Chen Liang in, I will have more than a thousand taels of silver.
Gift..."
Wei Changpan was about to answer, but unexpectedly two black shadows shot out in front of him. He quickly used his knife to block the incoming black shadows. There were two ding-ding sounds. It turned out that they were just two copper coin darts, which could hit the key points.
Throwing it like this, it can't even hurt the flesh, so why...
The man in front of him was pulled two feet away in front of him in an instant, and before he could change the direction of the knife in his hand, the folding fan with fine iron bones in his hand hit him hard.
Wei Changpan only felt a short burst of soreness and numbness in the two acupuncture points on his wrist, and the iron knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a sound of metal and stone hitting each other.
"Among the escorts in Wuhe Escort Agency, the three-story martial artist is already a top-notch expert." Ye Chenliang
He opened the iron fan and shook it gently, and said slowly, "But there is really not enough to see in Suzhou's Jianghu."
"Don't wait. I guess the two escorts who went to help in the front yard are also three-story warriors?" Ye Chenliang covered his mouth and chuckled. Seeing Wei Changpan clenching his hands, he added, "Don't wait, add this to the list."
Number Two can almost hold that Wudu head back, but as for trying to get away, do you really think that I, the King of the Mountain, am not as capable as Number Two?"
There was blood oozing from the two acupuncture points on the wrist, and the soreness and numbness were no longer there. However, there was a stinging pain when clenching the fists tightly. It was obviously the aftermath of the two acupoints being tapped previously.
Seeing Wei Changpan slowly opening his fist, Ye Chenliang smiled again and said: "In addition to using knives, is he also a martial artist with fists and kicks? It's rare, but you can't defeat me even with weapons in hand, so what if you switch to fists and kicks?"
Scenes of warriors fighting for 300 rounds in novels are very rare. If two people with similar strength and no killing moves are not facing each other, the victory or defeat is usually just a few moments, unless it is divided.
Birth and death.
"Want to give it a try with nothing?" Ye Chenliang, who was still holding the oil-paper umbrella and fanning it, put away the umbrella and put one hand behind his back, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you, I don't need the second skill in this skill.
Support your hands."
Acupuncture? Wei Changpan vaguely remembered that there were very few martial arts practitioners in this martial arts world. It took ten years of hard training to achieve a small success. There were also many limitations when fighting against enemies. If he met a martial artist who practiced horizontally, he would inevitably have to fight.
Although he is deflated, he is very handsome.
He punched, but it was torn apart casually, like hitting cotton, making people feel aggrieved. He punched again, and it was still the same. Ye Chenliang used the iron in his hand when he saw that the person couldn't be broken down by his tricks.
Block the fan.
"Battlefield Kungfu?" Ye Chenliang became interested in seeing Wei Changpan's martial arts skills, "When did the Wuhe Escort Agency have an escort who is a battlefield martial artist?"
It's none of your business. Wei Changpan thought this in his mind, but he didn't have the energy to say it out loud. All his strength was poured into his fists. It turned out to be a desperate fighting style that only attacked but not defended. Ye Chenliang was also suppressed for a moment.
There are just a few tricks that can't be replaced.
When did the Wuhe Escort Bureau have such a desperate master? Ye Chenliang secretly complained in his heart. The reason why he said those unnecessary words and showed his hand of digging holes and removing knives was because he wanted the escort to understand.
Retreat, lest he continue to fight for dozens of rounds and be in a dilemma.
Ye Chenliang learned the acupuncture technique from an old martial artist who retired from the martial arts since he was a child. When he reached his prime, he felt that he had learned all the skills of the old martial artist, so he left without saying goodbye. Later, he met him for the first time in the martial arts world.
It is only when people are fighting that they realize that there are many omissions in the acupuncture skills they have learned, and they are all ordinary methods. In normal times, it is cool to compete with martial arts, but if you really fight with a martial artist with your life, you will make a fool of yourself.
, even if the martial artist is one level lower than him, if he insists on not retreating, he will not be able to hurt anyone's life.
The people on the mountain top where he was were all praising the great leader for his generosity and never taking human life. What a fart! Did he not want to? It couldn't be done!
Therefore, Ye Chenliang saw that every move was understated, playing with Wei Changpan in the palm of his hand, and even a slight change of moves could kill him. In fact, he, Ye Chenliang, really had nothing to do, otherwise he would not have suffered from him.
The humiliation of this fierce pursuit.
At first, Wei Changpan's boxing skills were all about a certain amount of advance and retreat, but later he became a crazy turtle bastard throwing punches randomly. He couldn't do any good work anyway, so he just had to use strong force. Ye Chenliang no longer used any tricks, relying on his agility to hide here and there.
Even if he dodges, Wei Changpan's fist can't even scratch the corner of his clothes.
"Stop, stop, stop." Ye Chen moved a few feet away, raised his hand and gasped.
Wei Changpan, who was still breathing but still staring at him eagerly, said, "Is it really worth it? It's your woman who is working so hard in the yard."
Not listening to his words, Wei Changpan regained his breath and stepped forward again.
"I'm afraid of you." Ye Chenliang cursed and opened the oil-paper umbrella behind him. Seeing that the green shirt on his body was half wet, he lamented, "I changed into new clothes specially to see the beauty, but you have to fight now.
How can I see a beauty when I'm completely wet? Stop fighting! Go back to the mountain!"
In several houses near the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a dozen men dressed as servants of the Washington Palace sprang out, each holding a short blade in their hands. Most of them were Ye Chen, the minions on the mountain where King Liangdang was, and before Wei Changpan.
The Washington servants who were hiding did not take it seriously at all. When they saw a dozen people suddenly running out, they hurriedly picked up the iron knife on the ground, but their arms were still shaking uncontrollably.
"Let's go, the mountains will remain green and the water will flow forever. We will see you again later." Ye Chenliang hugged Wei Changpan, then fled towards the backyard with his men who hid the short blades, shouting as they fled:
"It's not good! It's not good! The bandits from Woniu Mountain are coming to Washington! Everyone, run away!"
Just after turning around the courtyard wall, Ye Chenliang ran back to Wei Changpan again. His movement was so fast that Wei Changpan was stunned and said to him shyly:
"Wu Dutou is different from me. He is merciless. To be honest, it is probably not easy for you people in the front yard to block you until now. You may not be able to hold on at any time. It is better to kill that beauty quickly.
If you leave it to me, nothing will go wrong..."
"...Get out." Wei Changpan held it in for a long time, and only said this curse word without any intention of punching.
Ye Chenliang just smiled, and then said loudly: "Miss Hua, Ye Chenliang, can you come out and see me?"
"Go away." This decisive curse came from the Xiaoxiang Hall.
"Take care of yourself, Miss Hua. I'm leaving right now." Ye Chenliang said sternly, "Young lady, please take care of yourself, don't let Wu Erlang kill you."
When Ye Chenliang saw that there was no more sound coming from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he waved his sleeves and left gracefully, holding up his umbrella and shaking his fan, looking very coquettish.
Wei Changpan secretly cursed in his heart, but he was also somewhat glad that he left like this. If he had forced his way in before, Wei Changpan wouldn't be able to stop him if he came again.
It is not up to him to pick the flowers. If he plucks them forcefully, the aura and charm of the flowers will be lost. It is better to leave them aside temporarily and wait until the flowers bloom in the future to taste them again. Then the taste will be even better.
As expected of being a master of flower picking, Ye Chenliang admired himself a little in his heart. If the Imperial Examination was a test of advanced knowledge, then his status as the number one scholar would be like picking something out of a bag.
But Wu Dutou of Yanggu County is now a master who will do anything for his brother...