The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

Zhong Ling didn't expect that Dawan found out that he was being followed so soon.

Dawan was familiar with the city, and deliberately went to crowded places.The things in the sack he carried seemed to be made of paper. Although it was large in size, it was light in weight, which did not hinder him from walking like flying in the slightest.

Zhong Ling followed him to the colorful street, and when he arrived at the brothel, he lost him.

Zhong listened to himself for a while.

Are there actually some people living in the dark in this bandit village?

He had already discovered that the ratio of men to women in the village was out of balance, and the number of women relatives was much more than that of men.

Why is this so?

While thinking, Zhong Ling walked onto this bustling street market.

He hadn't given up yet and wanted to find Da Wan's whereabouts again, but because of his outstanding looks, he was accosted by many people on the street.

Although Zhong Ling is good-looking, he is not a prostitute, and his temperament is not like that at all. Being treated like this makes him a little unhappy.

In this case, Zhong Ling doesn't want to go shopping anymore.

He left the street again.

But in the distance, a woman stumbled and ran out.

The little beauty next to her supported her and said repeatedly: "Mom, be careful, don't fall."

The woman pushed through several layers of people, sweating on her forehead in anxiety: "Where's that young man just now? The very handsome young man, I was upstairs just now, and I saw him here!"

The little beauty looked around, but did not find the person she mentioned.

The beautiful woman was in a hurry: "Amei entrusted me with this matter before she left, and asked me to go across the river to redeem this child. I have been looking for him for so many years... so many years!"

At this time, a familiar guest came over from the street: "Boss Han, what kind of wind is blowing, you came to the street personally?"

Boss Han straightened his appearance, and when he turned his head, the disappointment on his face turned into a smile: "Master, why are you free to come to our building today? The girls in the building are all thinking of you."

The streets are still full of people.

Boss Han led the guests back to his own building, but he still couldn't help looking back.

She clearly saw that the child was here...

Zhong Ling went back to the inn.

Ban Qing has already fallen asleep next door.

When Zhong Ling meditated, his hearing was better than usual, and he heard the sound of even breathing from the next door.

Zhong Ling has some guesses about Dawan's identity.

Obviously, Xiao Banqing has something to hide from him.

But he's not honest enough, they're almost the same with each other.

Zhong Ling really wanted to know, but he knew that when he was able to speak, Ban Qing would tell him, and the people on Shinan Mountain would also tell him.

The night passed.

On the second day, the two of them ate, ate, and played in the street. After two days, Zhong Ling led Ban Qing to visit all the shops he liked.

Before leaving, Zhong Ling found an opportunity to go out alone, bought a bookstore, and bought a small inn that was sold out due to poor management.

The small inn Zhong Ling went in and walked around, feeling that he had a lot of ideas, if he had time to spend here, he could make a lot of improvements, which would definitely bring the inn back to life.

However, Zhong Ling has no time to stay here now, he is going back with Ban Qing.

So after Zhong Ling bought the inn, he directly closed the door.

He thought, when he has time, he will get another one slowly, occupy a lot now, and talk about other things later.

On the third day, Zhong Ling and Ban Qing brought a lot of Jiufuji snacks and returned with a full load.

When they returned to the village, they saw many girls waiting at the entrance of the village.

The leader, Fat Ya, blushed with excitement, and when he saw someone, he rushed over with the girls.

Ban Qing hides in fright.

But fat girl didn't even look at him, and threw herself on Zhong Ling directly.

A group of girls like flowers snatched his wife away from him.

Ban Qing: "..."

While he was happy about Zhong Ling's popularity, he didn't know what was weird about it.

It was not until before dinner that Zhong Ling bid farewell to the Detachment of Women and went back to cook for Ban Qing.

After the two finished their meal, Ban Qing washed the dishes, Zhong Ling kneaded the spicy chicken, and then went back to Xishan to rest.

When he left, he borrowed Ban Qing's special wooden stick for robbery.

Zhong Ling woke up earlier than usual the next day.

On the second day, when the sky just showed a glimmer of light, Zhong Ling was already standing in the backyard of Xishan.

There is no one here but him.

He silently took out the sacrifices he bought for his parents in Yuangang City.

It was windy on the top of the mountain, and it took a long time to light the paper money.

Broken confetti, stained with dark red flames, were blown away by the wind, like decaying butterflies.

Zhong Ling faced the direction of the imperial city from a distance, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

He knew that on the far side of the river, his elder brother Fangwu was probably doing the same thing.

But this year, he might be accompanied by a young lady from the Guan family, Guan Ruoyun.

After kowtowing, he stood up holding Banqing's wooden stick.

He didn't have a gun in his hand, so he used this long stick instead.

With a serious expression on Zhong Ling's face, he performed the initial moves of the Fang family's marksmanship.

From the first move to the last move, Zhong Ling went through it smoothly.

He took the last move, sweated a little on his forehead, and sat down cross-legged again.

He actually didn't understand this set of marksmanship well enough.

There is more than agility, but it lacks the awe-inspiring momentum contained in the marksmanship.

Zhong Ling is good at assassination and knows all kinds of techniques to take people's lives.Although he has learned the kung fu that is the enemy of ten thousand people, he has never really used it.

Fangwu once commented that his marksmanship lacked pattern and did not practice to the essence.

Zhong Ling didn't understand what he meant before, but now, he can vaguely feel the outline.

Zhong Ling entered into meditation.

The strong wind in the mountains blew his hair away, and he entered a state of being completely free from distractions.

When the sun rises, the sun shines on the earth.

He remembered the scene when Ban Qing found him that day and used Fang's marksmanship when confronting the Huren cavalry.

Righteousness.

pattern.

The power of this set of marksmanship is actually closely related to the user's heart and will.

Ban Qing's mind is pure and sincere. From this point of view, he is actually closer to the founder of marksmanship and their father Fang Tu than Zhong Ling and Fang Wu.

Fangwu is too thoughtful, as the person who knows him best in the world, sometimes Zhong Ling can't figure out what is going on in his mind.Together with martial arts, he encountered a bottleneck many years ago, and has not been further improved so far.

As for Zhong Ling, who is sensitive and delicate, this set of open and close marksmanship is not the most suitable for him.

Zhong Ling suddenly had an idea - if there is a chance in the future, he would like to learn Ban Qing's marksmanship.

Perhaps in this set of marksmanship, Ban Qing has an understanding that none of them can comprehend for the time being.

The premise is...he has to gain Ban Qing's complete trust.

Ban Qing didn't like to mention his master to him, and the people in the village, when Zhong Ling calmly led the conversation, they all tacitly avoided answering him, talking about him.

Zhong Ling thought, he still needs some time, so don't be impatient.

The road is long and long, let's search slowly up and down.

Looking at the sky, he set off down the mountain to make breakfast for Ban Qing.

When they got to Ban Qing's room, Zhong Ling found that Ban Qing also got up earlier than usual.

Ban Qing is not in the room.

Spicy chicken ran out of the house with its tongue out, Zhong Ling took a piece of clothes that Ban Qing had replaced, gave Spicy chicken a sniff, and asked, "Where did your master go?"

It was rare for a beauty to call her out once, and the spicy chicken happily took Zhong Ling out, and it didn't take long to find Ban Qing.

Ban Qing didn't go far, he squatted at the bottom of the hillside at the entrance of the village and burned paper.

Zhong Ling approached slowly.

Ban Qing didn't speak, but silently burned the paper money and paper ingots with the last bit of fire.

The style of the things he burned was very familiar, and they were the ones they bought in the same shop in Yuangang City.

So when Da Wan came out of the funeral shop, the sack in his hand was indeed filled with these things.

It's just such a big bag, how could it only contain the little thing that Ban Qingyao was burning in front of me?

Ban Qing finally felt someone approaching, turned around and saw Zhong Ling, and heaved a sigh of relief: "I was shocked, why are you here?"

Zhong Ling looked at the still warm ashes and asked, "Then what are you doing?"

"Ah." Ban Qing was a little at a loss: "That's what you saw, I'll burn some paper money for people."

Zhong Ling presses on step by step: "On this day, who are you burning paper money for?"

Ban Qing knew that he couldn't hide it, and he didn't want to hide it, so he told the truth: "The paper money burned for General Fang Tu, today is the death day of General Fang after all."

"Why did you burn him? Do you have anything to do with that traitor?"

"It doesn't matter." Ban Qing waved his hands again and again: "How can I say that General Fang has come to the village where I stayed when I was a child and saved many people. For this kindness, I should burn some paper money for him today and show my respect He is an old man."

"I didn't think so much before, but the kid in the city reminded me two days ago."

Zhong Ling said in a daze, "Yes."

Ban Qing: "I know, now we are not allowed to say good things about General Fang, but we are all on our own in this mountain, and there will be no gossip to the officers and soldiers outside. Close the door and say something Honestly, it's not a big deal."

Ban Qing looked very serious: "I remember everything that General Fang did for us in Jiangbei. The emperor won't let it be said, so I will pass it on secretly. Someone must know the truth of this matter... Hey, hey, Zhong hear!?"

He got stuck in the middle of speaking.

Zhong Ling came from behind him and hugged him from behind.

It turns out that not everyone chooses to forget, there are always people who are willing to remember what their father has done.

Zhong Ling was moved by the little bandit, his heart was warm, and he wanted to hug him for a while.

So he did.

Ban Qingben was kneeling on the ground, and Zhong Ling's sudden attack made his heart beat faster in an instant.

What did he just say?Why did Zhong Ling treat him so well all of a sudden?

Zhong Ling's arms were around his neck, and her upper body was pressed against his back.

Ban Qing thought, his body is so warm.

That's...that's...the lady really doesn't have any breasts at all.

Limbs connected, he felt the curve of Zhong Ling's body.

Zhong Ling's body is not soft, but very fleshy.

It is not the soft skin of girls, but very elastic, even and smooth muscle lines.

Ban Qing was poor at words and didn't know what to say for a while.

His hand reached up, touched Zhong Ling's arm, and then squeezed it.

Sure enough, not soft.

A bit like his own hand, full of strength.

Zhong Ling trembled slightly as if afraid of ticklish: "What are you pinching?"

"You, you are so meaty." Ban Qing said the truth in a daze.

Then Zhong Ling let him go.

Zhong Ling's expression was not good: "Are you saying I'm fat?"

Ban Qing blushed, put his arms around his waist, and immediately let go: "No, you are not fat, your waist is so thin."

Zhong Ling's face looked better: "I got it from kung fu practice, you can call it strong."

Ban Qing was dragged back into the room by Zhong Ling, and after a happy breakfast, he realized it belatedly.

His wife is really different from ordinary women.

It is so pure and unpretentious to take the initiative to say that I am strong.

The author has something to say: Zhong Ling: You look thinner when you put it on, and you look fatter when you take it off. It’s not because I’m fat, you know?

Zhong Ling: Read with me, I am neither fat nor fat

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