Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han took 200 yuan from the Northeastern guy's pocket and bought cigarettes and red moo.

Before the Northeast Guy found out, he had already driven away from Jiangning City.

Yang Yan gave Wang Han the address of Zhenlong Palace in advance.

Wang Han came into contact with Zhenlong Pavilion through Fengmanlou a long time ago.

Later, Zhenlong Palace gradually surfaced.

Until now, Wang Han, the big boss of Zhenlong Hall, has met the Martial God Yang Yan, the God of War Pang Tong, and the old headmaster of Yangshen Wudang Dongxu Zhenren. If calculated, the grumpy old man Bai Wuan of Zhenlong Hall should be regarded as Zhenlong The god of death in the palace, the most unreliable person in the world, Tianzun Fengmanlou, is also the god of wind in Zhenlong Palace.

Of course, there is also the two-armed good brother Xiang Feng, a second-tier celebrity in the Jianghu world. Strictly speaking, he should be the ninth power god of Zhenlong Palace.

Long ago when Erzhi was half-stepping towards the Yuan Dynasty, he was taken to Zhenlong Hall for further training.

At that time, the two-armed man was still flattered and thought that he went to Zhenlong Palace before Wang Han to show off.

Time flies, so much time has passed, and Wang Han is finally coming to Zhenlong Palace.

The car was speeding on the highway.

After four hours of bumpy driving, the car finally stopped at a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Han jumped out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

I pulled my crotch, took a leaflet handed out by the roadside from the car and fanned my crotch.

At the foot of the mountain is a very rundown small mountain village.

More than ten years ago, all the villagers in this place were moved away collectively, leaving these small courtyards full of weeds.

Among all the small courtyards, there was only one with smoke rising from the chimney.

There were several figures in the yard.

Wang Han and Chu Liu walked quickly towards that direction.

The sixth grader wears a high ponytail, a tight suspender belt and a pleated skirt. Her two long, voluptuous legs are wrapped in white silk that exceeds her knees, and there are two bows on top.

Pure desire is outrageous.

They say there are only zero and countless times for women’s clothing.

It was fulfilled here on the sixth day of the lunar month.

Wang Han glanced at Chu Liu from the corner of his eye and shook his head helplessly.

It's all my fault.

But fortunately I don’t regret it hehe.

The door to the small courtyard was ajar.

Wang Han pushed open the door and entered.

There is a stone table with a chessboard carved on it in the yard, and two people are sitting on both sides of the stone table.

One is Yang Yan, who is wearing a black robe wrapped around a dragon. The person playing against him is the old Wudang master Dongxu Zhenren.

In the kitchen nearby stood an old man in a mandarin jacket, cooking a large spoon.

The old man is very strong, not very tall, but his shoulders are very broad, and his arms are thicker than many people's thighs. He looks very kind-faced and always smiles.

The aroma of food continued to float out from the window.

A familiar voice came from the next room, "Huh? It smells like a woman!"

There was a man lying on the window, with his hands on his eyes, and his wretched old face pressed against the window, looking eagerly outside.

After seeing Chu Liu Niang.

This old guy's eyes were straight.

But when he turned his eyes, he saw Wang Han next to Chu Liu Niang.

He immediately changed from hee hee to no hee hee.

Of course Feng Manlou could guess that the person next to Wang Han was Chu Liu.

Previously, Wang Han asked Chu Liu to dress very sexy to deliver something to Feng Manlou.

Feng Manlou was very excited when he saw the sexy Chu Liu Niang. He chatted with Chu Liu and tried his best to turn himself into a humorous intellectual with connotation and grace. He talked about the origin of mankind, human geography, and then geography. The conflict talked about currency war, like a courting male peacock fluttering its wings like crazy, and later even spent huge sums of money to treat him to a good meal on the sixth day of the lunar month.

After eating, Feng Manlou was thinking about looking at the stars and the moon, touching his little hands, kissing his mouth, and taking a nap. As a result, on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Feng Manlou’s face turned into Feng Manlou’s face. With her sexy and plump body, at that moment, the visual impact directly brought an irreversible psychological blow to Feng Manlou.

During those few days, Feng Manlou couldn't eat anything, and he almost quit the sex habit that he had never succeeded in quitting.

"Coming!"

Yang Yan smiled at Wang Han.

Wang Han also smiled back at Yang Yan and Master Dongxu.

"You are familiar with this person, Master Dongxu." Yang Yan introduced, "You have never seen the cook before. This is Barbarian God Li Yang."

Wang Han heard this and greeted the man who was cooking.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yan said, "Li Yang is deaf and mute."

Wang Han nodded.

Li Yang signed at Wang Han.

Feng Manlou walked out of the room, and while putting on his clothes, he glanced at Chu Liu with resentment mixed with a little greed, and then said to Wang Han.

"Lao Li is telling you to sit down for a while, drink some water, and the food will be ready in a while."

While talking, Feng Manlou noticed that Li Yang was looking at Wang Han. Feng Manlou turned his head and found that Wang Han was signing to Li Yang.

Feng Manlou was stunned. He already knew that this dog basket knew a lot, but he didn't expect that he knew everything. Feng Manlou smacked his lips and said, "Actually, you don't need to sign for Lao Li, he can read lips."

While talking, Feng Manlou sat down.

I couldn't help but glance at Chu Liu Niang again from the corner of my eye.

Yang Yan and Master Dongxu didn't have much reaction. Watching the sixth grade was no different from watching the pink skull.

Wang Han sat next to him, "Palace Master Yang, shall I get straight to the point?"

Yang Yan nodded, "Just ask whatever you want to ask."

"Where is the Imperial Preceptor Wang Han?"

Yang Yan looked at Wang Han and said, "Strictly speaking, he is dead."

"died?"

"Correct!"

Wang Han stared with big eyes, "Dead? Where did he go?"

Yang Yan smiled, pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the ground, "Died in the wind, died in the rain, died in the soil, died in the spring, summer, autumn and winter."

Wang Han pressed his tongue against his cheek, "What do you mean, you spread his ashes?"

cough cough...

Master Dongxu just took a sip of tea and coughed it all up.

Yang Yan also couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Perhaps, when you reach the semi-saint level, you may meet the national master Wang Han!"

Wang Han looked confused. After thinking about Yang Yan's words, he said, "Then he is Schrödinger's national advisor?"

"You can understand that."

After Wang Han pondered for a long time, his thoughts came to the main topic of coming here this time, "Did the National Master Wang Han take something from the place where Master Maha suppressed evil thoughts?"

Yang Yan nodded, "Yes!"

"Where is the thing?"

Yang Yan pointed to the sky, "The wind will give you the answer!"

Wang Han tilted his head and looked at Yang Yan, "Feng will give me the answer? What Feng? Xiang Feng?"

Yang Yan shook his head and smiled. He didn't know why Wang Han's brain circuit was always so novel. "Of course not."

Wang Han turned his eyes to Feng Manlou.

Then he immediately dismissed this possibility.

Feng Manlou smacked his lips but didn't argue. After all, he really didn't know.

Wang Han held a cigarette and asked two questions in a row. Yang Yan's answers were all vague and confusing. After thinking about it carefully, it was the same as what he said and what he didn't say.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Han changed the question and asked.

"How many giants are there in Zhenlong Palace now?"