Comprehensive martial arts: The beginning of the black is Xiaozhao's second shop

Love career, bah, Ye Qing, who has a double harvest of love skills, smiled and handed the tissue paper back to Xiao Zhao,
"This exercise, let's practice together."

"However, it's better for you to practice the Beiming Divine Art first, and get a thorough understanding of one before eating the other."

The word 'understanding' was especially emphasized, which made Xiao Zhao blush instantly, "Qing Lang is really bad!"

Ye Qing chuckled, Xiao Zhao's body was weak when he laughed.

As the maid of the Ming Cult leader.

Someone taught her how to serve the leader.

But Ye Qing took her to play far more than she could.

Let her want to stop, often extremely ashamed, but it will give birth to another kind of indescribable pleasure.

Ye Qing didn't tease Xiao Zhao anymore, or took the opportunity to be happy, "You don't have to cook tonight, these days, just deal with it and eat."

"But, we took the money, isn't that bad?" Xiao Zhao hesitated.

Ye Qing shook his head, "As I said before, there are too many people in the inn now, cooking alone is too tiring for you."

"When I find another cook, or help cook, you just need to be in charge of the heat and the taste of the dishes, don't get tired."

Now there are six people in Cihang Jingzhai in the inn, Xiang Yu, Situ Jiexing, Ziji and Heipao.

Plus Ye Qing, Lan Yue and Xiao Zhao himself.

Except for a few people who don't eat in the inn.

To cook a meal in the inn kitchen, at least ten people must be prepared.

There is only Xiao Zhao as the cook, who buys vegetables, prepares them, and stir-fries them.

Even if Xiao Zhao is a martial artist in the Xiantian realm, he has to prepare for more than half an hour each time.

There are only a few hours in a day, and Xiao Zhao spends most of his time cooking three meals a day.

Moreover, it is not yet late autumn, and the weather is hot, not to mention the kitchen.

Xiao Zhao's fatigue can be imagined.

Even if Xiao Zhao didn't care, Ye Qing really felt sorry for him.

Xiao Zhao who has always felt Ye Qing's gentle treatment.

Eye sockets turned red again.

She tremblingly said: "Qing Lang, it's okay, I don't feel tired."

"Fool, I think you're tired." Ye Qing's loving words made Xiao Zhao burst into tears instantly.

Ye Qing helped Xiao Zhao wipe away tears.

"Okay, okay, what's the point of crying, these days, you've become a crybaby."

"You count how many times you have cried, and I don't like it anymore."

After saying that, Ye Qing intentionally put on a serious face.

The clever Xiao Zhao, knowing that Ye Qing was scaring her, was moved in his heart, and pretended to be scared, "I know Qing Lang, I won't do it, I will listen to you."

"Well, that's good!"

Ye Qing opened his arms, Xiao Zhao took the initiative to move over, and let Ye Qing's hand caress his head like a cat or dog.

A pair of lovers, smiling sweetly.

Inside the main hall.

Shi Feixuan and the six sat at the dinner table.

All of them stared wide-eyed, looking at the curtain leading to the backyard.

"Has it passed Youzheng now?"

"It's already passed, it's the second quarter of the unitary hour."

"Is the meal ready yet?"

"I don't seem to smell the aroma of rice."

"Don't you care about dinner tonight?"

"Could it be that we didn't talk about it, so we didn't cook our dinner at night?"

"I'll ask."

Yan Ya stood up and walked towards the backyard.

Squeak!

The door of the inn opened.

Situ Zhaixing held a bowl of wontons in his left hand and half a piece of mutton cake in his right, his mouth was full of greasy food.

After meeting six beautiful eyes.

There was an awkward but polite smile on Situ Zhaixing's face.

He hooked his right leg back.

Dang!

The door of the inn was closed immediately, and asked the six beauties at the same time, "Have you had dinner?"

The six girls shook their heads in unison.

The uniform movements made Situ Zhaixing want to laugh.

puff!
A lot of wontons that he hadn't swallowed completely spewed out of his mouth.

Others, protruding from his nostrils, hung on his upper lip.

The six beauties bowed their heads together.

Yanya continued to walk towards the backyard.

The embarrassing Situ Zhaixing was full of embarrassment.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Then, the blushing Situ Zhaixing, with his head lowered, quickly passed through several girls and walked towards his guest room.

Just when he was about to open the door of his own house.

From the corner of Wang's eyes, he saw Yan Ya who raised the curtains.

Thinking of those two little lovers who are you and me, they are staying in the house.

Afraid that Yan Ya would disturb Ye Qing's good deeds, scare Ye Qing, and make Ye Qing lose his glory from now on.

As a brother, he immediately persuaded him:
"Well, Miss Yan, don't go, Ye Qing is sleeping."

Yan Ya stopped and turned her head in a daze, and put down the opened door curtain.

"Did Boss Ye go to bed so early? It's not past You Hour yet."

"Well, sometimes he doesn't sleep all night, sometimes he goes to bed very early, you'd better not disturb him."

Situ Zhaixing made a pun, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

The pure and innocent Yanya was full of surprise.

"Is Boss Ye so free-wheeling?"

Situ Zhaixing nodded, and added in his heart: "That's someone who has just tasted the fun in the house and is in heat at any time."

next moment.

The words of the six girls made Situ Zhaixing almost unable to hold the mutton cake in his hand.

"It's no wonder Boss Ye has improved so much in martial arts in such a short period of time, he has a pure heart."

"Sure enough, following one's heart is the most important thing for my generation to study martial arts."

"That's right, when we were young, our hearts were pure, we didn't know anything about Jianghu, and we made great progress in martial arts."

"Boss Ye is really admirable, we are absolutely inferior."

"Only the saint can compare with Boss Ye."

The faces of the six beauties were full of admiration.

Even Shi Feixuan, who was at the pinnacle of martial arts, had a look of admiration on her cold face.

Situ Zhaixing silently opened the door, entered, and closed the door.

Bang!
The moment the door closes.

Situ Zhaixing raised his sleeve to wipe off the filth hanging from his upper lip, and muttered to himself, "Good guy, what is the charm of this guy Ye Qing?"

"No matter how a beautiful woman comes out, everyone has a very good impression of him."

"I feel more and more that he is similar to Lu Xiaofeng."

"Hey, he is also a guy who makes people envious and jealous."

Four hundred miles away from Wuliang City, in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty.

Ahh!

Lu Xiaofeng, who was galloping on horseback, sneezed several times in a row.

Aside from the sword god with a cold face, Ximen Chuuxue looked indifferently at Lu Xiaofeng whose snot was hanging from his eyebrows.

"Situ looks like things are not going well, let's hurry up."

With a gloomy face, Lu Xiaofeng took out a handkerchief to wipe off his snot, and let go of his hand.

The dirty handkerchief drifted in the wind and disappeared under the blood red of the setting sun.

"I didn't sneeze for a few days, but it suddenly appeared today."

"It seems that he was imprisoned before, but now he was taken out by someone, and he still has four hundred miles to reach Wuliang City. I hope the other party just tortured him and didn't take his life immediately."

Ximen Chuuxue looked in the direction of Wuliang City.

"Hurry up, we can arrive tomorrow morning."

"I hope that Situ's life will last until we find him."

Lu Xiaofeng was full of worry and nodded.

Tighten the reins and urge the horse to whip.

The two best friends of the King of Stealing Kings are on their way to Wushang City.