The best strategy for fast wear

Jiyue stretched out her arms, her wide sleeves fluttering, revealing her wrists as white as frost and snow. Her long black hair fell down with her head tilted, and she gently smiled for him to hug.

No matter how cold and hard Gu Mingzheng's heart is, it will melt into a puddle of water.

He held Jiyue's hand, and hugged her horizontally, "It's so light, do you not eat well on weekdays?"

You are the one who doesn't like to eat well!

Ji Yue said quietly in her heart.

"It's getting late," Gu Mingzheng looked up, "Master and the others may have to wait in a hurry."

Jiyue pointed to the wheelchair next to her, and motioned for Gu Mingzheng to put him down, "Let's change our clothes before going out."

Gu Mingzheng didn't let him go, he deliberately carried him out, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Why, do you dare to do it or not?"

"...You are the one who is covered in water, and even made my clothes wet!" Jiyue hooked his arms around his neck, bit the base of his ear, and snorted softly, "Don't worry, nephew, I will dare Be brave!"

Gu Mingzheng made a "tsk" sound, gently put him on the wheelchair, pressed him down and said, "If you seduce people again, we won't go out, just come to settle the previous score."

Jiyue blinked, raised her hand to poke his forehead, and said with a smile: "Martial nephew, let's go back and practice martial arts well, you can't pass three moves in front of me."

Compared with modern martial arts, flying flowers injuring people and pressing acupuncture points in the world of martial arts are simply cheating.

Gu Mingzheng raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"One hundred and three!"

When the two of them changed their clothes and pushed the wheelchair out, Gu Mingzheng called out to Little Wing, who hadn't shown his face since arriving in the valley.

Little Wing didn't respond.

Gu Mingzheng said indifferently: "You have the guts to plan, but you don't have the guts to meet people? Don't hide."

Not long after his words fell, a villain with the appearance of an angel came out of the space, like a pupil who had done something wrong, hiding behind the pages of a big book and peeking at his expression.

I didn't bother the host and the little beauty just now!

The host's mood index should not be bad now, right?

After observing for a while, Little Wing felt that there was no danger, so he ran out with small steps, stood on the page and pretended to be stupid: "Mr. Gu, you have detoxified? It seems that you don't need the help of this system!"

Gu Mingzheng gave him a meaningful look.

The "shivering" emoji pack appeared on Xiao Wing's head involuntarily.

Gu Mingzheng didn't bother to expose it. After all, many things have not been clarified yet, so he asked directly: "Is there any way for me to learn martial arts in this world?"

When Xiao Wing heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "So I want cheats, I should have said it earlier!"

Gu Mingzheng: "Don't talk nonsense."

The little wings flew in front of him, and the white book also floated to the top of Gu Mingzheng's head, turning the pages clattering, and stopping on the middle page.

A white light appeared in front of Gu Mingzheng's eyes, and then disappeared in a flash, and then, something more appeared in his mind.

"The male protagonist is set to be a genius of martial arts, with a hundred years of internal power passed down by his elders in his body, but you don't know how to use it," Little Wing explained: "I just passed on the way of martial arts to you, and I will continue to use it every night. There are videos to teach you how to practice martial arts. As for how far you can go, it depends on your own talent and understanding. After all, even if I am a system, I can't directly turn a person who knows nothing into a martial arts master. I still have to host you I worked hard on my own."

Gu Mingzheng nodded, it was better than he expected.

There is no way to get something for nothing, this is the truth he has long known.

Seeing this, Little Wing turned around with a smile on his face, glanced at Jiyue who was sitting in the wheelchair, and thought that the atmosphere was good, so he asked one more question: "Mr. Gu, can't you beat this little beauty?" Are you upset?"

Gu Mingzheng looked at it expressionlessly.

Little Wing plucked at the feathers, thinking—the host is too scary!Sure enough, don't listen to the plan of the mentally handicapped brother anymore!

It decides Shun!That!since!Of course!

If the host wants to fall in love with the little beauty, he can do so. Anyway...they are destined to part ways in the future.

Instead of obstructing in every possible way, it is better to let them break up in love normally.

Little Wing yawned, and ran back to the space to sleep.

In order to comfort myself, the plot and missions should be handed over to a capable host first!

"What are you in a daze for?" Jiyue found that Gu Mingzheng hadn't moved, turned around and tapped his hand.

"I was thinking about how to beat you." Gu Mingzheng replied calmly.

"That's not easy?" Jiyue said "You're so stupid" on her face, "If you bribe me before you do it, I'm sure I won't fight back."

Gu Mingzheng laughed when he heard the words, leaned over and kissed him on the face, "Is that so?"

Jiyue turned around to do the job, covered her reddened ears, and said fiercely on purpose, "Hurry up, sect master and the others are still waiting!"

Gu Mingzheng stopped teasing him, and pushed the wheelchair out.

Out of the bamboo grove, I saw Aoba laying on the stone table bored, Eleven and Twelve were sweeping the floor and watering the flowers, the sect master and Su Yuanqiu were gone.

"Ah, senior brother! Junior uncle!" Seeing them coming out, Qing Ye immediately jumped up happily, "You guys finally came out!"

"Young Master!" The two little boys also shouted happily, and hurried over to pour tea. They were still stiff when they saw Gu Mingzheng, but they still served the tea politely.

Gu Mingzheng nodded, and asked Qingye, "Where are Master and Sixth Junior Brother?"

"About an hour ago, there was a burst of thick smoke from the main peak. The master was afraid that something might happen there, so he took the sixth brother back first." Qingye said with a bitter face, "Let me wait here, Let me tell you."

"Smoke? Could it be a fire?" Ji Yue frowned and looked up to the main peak.

Gu Mingzheng's first reaction was that Shen Yao and the two had caused trouble, because Nanshan had never been involved in disputes between the rivers and lakes, and most of the people who could enter the mountain gate were respected seniors—except for Shen Yao who was brought back by the previous "male lead" people.

"I don't know. Senior brother, junior uncle, let's go out and have a look, okay?" Qingye was also worried, her round face shrugged, and she couldn't see the smile.

Jiyue lowered her eyes, "Then you guys go back, eleven or twelve, and send them away from here."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Mingzheng held his hand: "Aren't you going out?"

Jiyue shook her head, and said softly, "I don't like seeing other people."

Aoba looked at them strangely, thinking how the elder brother could grab the hand of the younger martial uncle, although the younger martial uncle looked young, he was still their elder.

"You can't stay here forever." Gu Mingzheng frowned.

"That's right, little uncle, master also told you to go out." Qingye Chick nodded as if pecking at rice, ran over to repeat the trick, and squatted in front of the wheelchair coquettishly: "Go, go, it's fun outside! "

Jiyue patted her head, with a calm expression, and said truthfully, "My legs are inconvenient."

This valley has been repaired at a cost so that he can walk around in a wheelchair by himself, but once outside, how can he walk like a normal person?

Aoba froze, as if it was only at this moment that she clearly realized the fact that he was not good at walking, looking at his legs, her nose was sour, and golden beans dropped from her eyes.

"I, I can help the little uncle push the wheelchair!" The little girl promised with her fists clenched.

Before Jiyue could speak, Gu Mingzheng said, "No need."

"Huh?" Qingye pouted, "I can..."

Gu Mingzheng suddenly bent down and hugged Jiyue horizontally again.

Ji Yue opened her eyes wide, "What are you doing?"

Gu Mingzheng said with a calm smile, "I'll hug you wherever I go, okay?"

Not to mention Jiyue, Qingye and Eleven and Twelve were shocked, Qingye supported the wheelchair with the same hands and feet, and said: "I, I, I, I will help the little uncle push, push..."

Jiyue met his soft gaze, and was speechless for a while, before whispering: "Idiot, aren't you tired like this?"

"Do you want to listen to the truth?" Gu Mingzheng said without changing his face: "Actually, I just want to hold you all the time, and no one will let you see."

Jiyue's cheeks were slightly red, and her cold eyes gradually softened.

There is one person who does not dislike his disabled legs, and is willing to maintain his pride in such a gentle and pampering way.

When he began to worry that the road was steep and difficult, someone had already paved the way for him.

"I..." Jiyue tilted her head, and the "thank you" that lingered in her mouth for a long time did not come out after holding back for a long time.

Gu Mingzheng wanted to kiss him again, but considering the three children beside him, he still didn't move, and only whispered: "I want to hear three words, but I don't want to hear two words."

Jiyue chuckled when she heard the words, blinked her eyes and said, "Thank you!"

Three words, perfect.

Gu Mingzheng was at a loss for words—who made most of the words with profound meanings be three words?

Aoba looked at them stupidly, half understanding, but she didn't dare to ask. In her still young mind, she didn't have the concept of a man falling in love.

Jiyue tugged at Gu Mingzheng, "Put me down."

Gu Mingzheng put him down gently, gathered his long messy hair behind his ears, and pushed the wheelchair forward.

"Eldest brother, wait for me!"

Qingye shouted bouncingly, and Eleven and Twelve hurriedly followed.

The main peak, the main hall.

All of them looked sad, their eyes were red, and the younger ones were already sobbing softly.

There is a corpse covered with a white cloth in the hall.

Next to them were two people tied up with ropes. They were the angry Meng Sheng and the bewildered Shen Yao.

For the first time, the kind and loving smile disappeared from the head's face. He stared at the corpse with red eyes, and slowly walked down from above. It is a beautiful woman who has no breath.

That was his fourth apprentice, Wen Yan.

The head of the sect burst into tears, and said angrily, "What's going on here?"

"Uncle Master, they killed the Fourth Senior Sister!" A young man wiped away his tears and pointed at Shen Yao and Shen Yao bitterly.

"We didn't kill people!" Shen Yao repeatedly said: "We were just going down the mountain, and we saw her lying in the grass with no breath... It's just that you happened to meet this scene, how can you say we killed people?"

Meng Sheng said coldly: "I advise you to let us go quickly, otherwise the Wulin League will attack Nanshan soon, and you won't be the apprentice who will die by then!"

The headmaster waved his hand angrily, and beat him until he vomited blood to the ground.

"Brother Meng!" Shen Yao hurriedly said to the head of the sect, "As the head of Nanshan Mountain, how could you attack the juniors? We were brought up the mountain by Brother Chu, and the head of the sect should look at the face of the Buddha instead of the monk's face..."

Before he finished speaking, someone rushed over from outside the door and interrupted his words, only to see Qingye rushing over, crying, "Fourth Senior Sister!"

Followed by Gu Mingzheng, Jiyue, and Eleven Twelve.

Shen Yao immediately seemed to see a savior, and said anxiously: "Brother Chu! Help us quickly, your master is going to kill us!"

Looking at the situation in the hall, Gu Mingzheng sighed as he expected, and ignored Shen Yao at all.

"Brother Chu!"

"She's not dead yet."

Two voices sounded at the same time, but everyone's eyes fell on the owner of the last voice, and they spoke almost in unison: "What did you say?"

Only then did they notice the young man who came with the head disciple.That man was sitting upright in a wheelchair, with black hair in blue shirt, snow-like face, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, as if he had fallen into the mortal world.

Shen Yao suddenly turned pale.

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