The villain boss is pregnant with his child [Transmigration Book]

Zhang Honghu's expression twisted for a moment.

He knew very well that as long as Yan Xuzhi made a decision, he would never change it.

Just like when a ten-year-old child came to Xunfeng Temple and worshiped under him, he experienced all kinds of inhuman pains to create the later extraordinary muscles and veins, and only then did he have the strength of the current top master in the late stage.

"I have been drinking the wine you brought me every time for the past ten years. Don't think I don't know. You keep all the good wine for yourself, and you are not willing to give me a sip." Yan Xuzhi said.

Yu Chixiao and other disciples looked at Zhang Honghu, as if they were complaining: Doesn't your conscience ache, master?

Zhang Honghu put away the artificial sadness on his face, and finally resisted to exchange half a pot of wine for Yan Xuzhi's promise to attend the Martial Arts Conference in a year and a half.

In addition, Zhang Honghu also aggrievedly promised Yan Xuzhi not to exaggerate the competition with Murong Yu this time, and to kill him in advance to exaggerate the strength of the precious apprentice.

Yan Xuzhi left with his sword, and the teachers and nephews on the ground shouted to wait for him to return to the mountain gate. He waved his hand, and suddenly heard: "Xuzhi, if you can't pass this test, you may be trapped in this realm forever." Zhang Honghu used In order to pass the sound into the secret, it changed from the usual out of tune, mixed with sighs and heaviness.

Yan Xuzhi was stunned for a moment, then he understood after a little thought.

The master is one of the peerless masters who want him to break through the barriers of his heart and see the way of heaven.

Presumably it was this year that Zhang Honghu was really anxious seeing him making no progress, so he wanted to find Murong Yu, who is now known for his extraordinary talent, to compete with him. I want to take him to find other martial arts masters to learn from each other, in order to help him break through this hurdle.

In this world, the world is full of vitality, but ordinary people who are not suitable for martial arts are still in the minority.Those who are physically fit to practice martial arts can cultivate their vitality into true energy, which is often extremely important to talent, followed by natural talents and earth treasures, and finally hard practice.

Most people practice martial arts all their lives, and they generally live longer, their kung fu will not exceed one Jiazi, and the range of true energy will not exceed a hundred steps.Among them, those who have more than two grades of skill can barely be regarded as second-rate masters; those who can use Qi to control weapons and human weapons in one are considered first-rate masters; ; and those who have already glimpsed the way of heaven can return to nature, communicate with the world, become peerless masters in the world, and have the opportunity to live forever.Of course, these realms are divided into three levels: the early, middle and late stages, and each level will undergo a certain state of mind test.

No one wants to seek longevity, but according to the novel, no one in this world has ever entered this realm.

Even the villain Xun Xiao in the novel, when he wanted to get a glimpse of the way of heaven many times, stopped in the late stage because he thought of the original owner. In the end, the author's force value collapsed, and when he was 1vs1 with Murong Yu, he died exceptionally.

The former Murong Yu Wujiazi was a first-class mid-term master, which is rare at such a young age, but Zhang Hong is overdue and has reached the mid-term of the top master. He knew his own limit, so he pinned all his expectations on Yan Xuzhi, thinking that He will surely shine in Xunfengguan and become the world's first peerless master.

However, Yan Xuzhi only wants to be a salted fish, and all his thoughts are either training or drinking, and he fights every day when he is full.

Although, it's really cool to beat the protagonist slag to the ground with three or two moves this time.

Yan Xuzhi smiled and put the matter behind him.

He heard that "Jiujianwu", the No. [-] winery in the south, has a variety of fine wines, and it is a must-go place for him when he travels.

From spring to summer, the sun is scorching hot.

Yan Xuzhi went south this way, and did not directly control the sword. He relied on his feet to inquire about fine wines from various places along the way. After drinking many fine wines that Xiao had been dreaming of for a long time, he finally arrived at the foot of Zhuangmen Mountain in Jiujianwu after half a year.

In the dense forest, a small road extends upwards. Only those who walk through the thousand steps in front of Jiujianwu and dance with the sword in front of the owner of Linghu Village will have the chance to get the fine wine presented by the owner.

There are many good wines in Jiujianwu, and many secret recipes of imperial jade wine from the past courts have been preserved, which is the dream of many people in Jianghu.Zhang Honghu once got a jar of jade wine drunk by the emperors of previous dynasties, and took the empty jar to show off in front of Yan Xuzhi very excessively, but was singled out by Yan Xuzhi who was in a bad mood for three days and three nights. Unyielding Tears escaped the "disaster" after retreating for many days.

The smell of green grass is mixed with a long-lasting aroma of wine.

Yan Xuzhi closed his eyes and sniffed lightly.

Suddenly, three voices came to Yan Xuzhi's ears from the sound of cicadas, which was annoying.

Listen to the sound to identify the position, it is the breath of four people.

"Muzhu, I asked you to allocate all the corn yesterday, but you only allocated your own. Did you do it on purpose?"

"I don't know what Master is looking for in you. You look contemptuous of others all day long. I think you should leave Jiujianwu quickly."

"Yes, if you leave today, you don't have to worry about the corn, we'll get it for you, otherwise—"

With a bang, something fell to the ground.

"The corn fell to the ground, you pick it up, you pick it up, haha! You really picked it up!"

The person surrounded by those three voices finally spoke: "Are you really happy for what you did?" The deep and melodious voice was muffled, wrapped in confusion and incomprehension.

At the same time, a mile away, there was the crisp sound of wheels spinning and horseshoes rattling, accompanied by a youthful voice full of joy and respect: "This time, Master Linghu invites you to drink Cuiwei wine. That is the wine that so many people in the Jianghu dream of, sir, you are really amazing."

"It's just that Master Linghu is looking at Master's thin face." Wen Run's voice was a little helpless.

"Obviously it was Master Linghu who heard about your reputation of 'Xiaoqi Yunxuefei' and wanted to invite you to go through Master Lin because of Mr. Duo's demeanor. If it weren't for Master Lin's face, you wouldn't have come, Mr. .”

Xiao Qi Yun Xuefei?

Isn't this the title of the second male Xu Su in the novel?

Yan Xuzhi suddenly remembered that it was mentioned in the novel that Xu Su was invited to attend the ten-year wine tasting banquet of the owner of Linghu Village, but he received a portrait of the original owner painted by his friend Murong Yu halfway through, and learned that the portrait The name of the middleman is Yan Xuzhi.In fact, Xu Su and the original owner had known each other since childhood.Because of this, Xu Su, who was already in poor health, fell down and recuperated for a long time, so he missed the wine tasting banquet.

Xu Su can be described as the standard modest son and warm man in the novel. For the "happiness" of the original owner, he can be modest in everything, including his own feelings.

But although Yan Xuzhi has the memory of the original owner, he has no feelings for Xu Suke.

Ten years ago, when Yan Xuzhi traveled to the book, Xu Su happened to catch a cold and suffered from frequent illnesses, so he didn't come to Yan's mansion to look for him for a long time.It doesn't matter to Yan Xuzhi, just before crossing, the original owner's mother was persecuted to death, he, a concubine, was not welcome in Yan Mansion, so he fled Yan Mansion to find a way to make him strong.

"Sir, you are looking at that painting again. Mr. Murong has said that he is the closed disciple of the head of Xunfeng Temple. If you want to see him, you can go directly to Xunfeng Temple to pay homage?"

"What nonsense, hurry up."

Yan Xuzhi: Murong Yu, what have you done? Is this a portrait you sent to your friends and enemies? !

He heard that there was some collapse here, so how can he forcefully develop the plot?

Thinking of Xu Su's heavy and affectionate feelings, and the original book also described a few imaginary fragments of Xu Su's deep heart towards the original owner, Yan Xuzhi rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

With the snap of his fingers, Yan Xuzhi thought a lot. At this moment, he heard the footsteps of the previous three stepping heavily on the grass, approaching the fourth person in the middle step by step. He seemed to be irritated by the words just now.

And on this fourth person, there was an extremely slight but pure killing intent faintly in the peaceful aura.

In order to avoid Xu Su and hold the mentality of watching a play, Yan Xuzhi tapped the ground with his toes, and the figure disappeared in a flash, and came to the woods half a mile away to the right.

Under the tall and straight fir tree, the young man surrounded by three people threw a piece of corn into the cart, stood up and showed a tall and thin figure like a bamboo pole just like his name.

Based on the word "Niao" embroidered on the left breasts of these four people's clothes, Yan Xuzhi concluded that these four people were wine-making disciples of Jiujianwu.Another reason why Jiujianwu's fine wine is so famous is that there are many wine-making disciples with unique talents in winemaking, so that Jiujianwu, which has been inherited by generations of owners, has not lost any secret recipe of blindly good wine , and because of the large number of talents, each generation will have several representative fine wines.

Mu Zhu stared at the three pairs of malicious eyes.

The three of them were about to fight, when suddenly, a gust of wind colder than the summer wind ruffled the coarse linen clothes of the three of them, and a pair of eyes stared at them like a cold pool and abyss, and a strange panic suddenly filled their hearts.

But if you take a closer look, Muzhu is still the same Muzhu. After coming to Jiujianwu for a month, he still hasn't grown any flesh. On his sunken face, there is only an indifference that makes them uncomfortable. There is no chilling aura. It's all fucking an illusion.

"You bird man, I just hate your eyes!" One of them roared angrily and punched him down.

Yan Xuzhi hid all his breath, squatted quietly on the top of the tree, watching everything.

Like a green leaf on a tree, it feels the sunshine and cicadas in the world.

In the shade of the green grass, the corn on the overturned cart was scattered all over the ground. Not far away, in an instant, the tall and thin young man was punched stupidly.

At the same time, the other tall man saw the opportunity, took out a dagger, and slashed at the young man roughly without any rules. A bloodstain was drawn on his face immediately.

In an instant, the young man bent his knees and slammed into the tall man's abdomen. When he snatched the dagger with his left hand, he hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether to use it on the spot, and then he gave up and inserted it in his lower back. His right hand was already "booming" Two laps hit the other two in the face.

There were two consecutive sounds of the bridge of the nose breaking.

The three of them seemed extremely surprised, they did not expect the young man to react so quickly.

Who would have thought that the thin and tall young man who looked weak before was better than the few of them who often punched and kicked each other, his body was flexible, and his shots were even more fleshy.

There was timidity hidden in their eyes, but they didn't want to back down, so they continued to rush towards Muzhu and wrestled with it.

Mu Zhu's counterattack seemed to be disorderly, but Yan Xuzhi found out that he had a bit of skill, and his dodge response was getting better, and he unknowingly beat the three people who had already lost their positions until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and several bones were broken , fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The tall and thin young man had a large bruise on his face, and his breathing interval was surprisingly smooth.

He patted the dust off his hands, and looked at the rough palms under the sunlight piercing through the shade.

Afterwards, the young man looked at the three people who kept begging for mercy on the ground. He didn't know whether the two fingers of his left hand were intentionally or unintentionally put together to make a sword finger. The next moment he recovered, he took out the dagger and twirled it between his fingers.

One of the short fat men howled dryly: "Killer, save—"

Mu Zhu wiped off the blood on his face with the pulp of his left finger, and said calmly, "Shut up."

Facing the three people who closed their mouths and said "I'm so scared" on their expressions, Muzhu watched them seriously, and his deep voice was like a piece of cold metal: "Peeling corn to make distiller's yeast is something every apprentice must do. Mo Push it to anyone, right?"

When the tall and thin young man put his fingers together, another murderous intent flashed, and it disappeared in a flash.

The three were petrified and fell silent for a while.

Mu Zhu's lower body was short, and he slashed across the big tall man who had scratched his face with a dagger mercilessly, showing threats and repaying the revenge for the scratch on his face just now, and let out a muffled nasal voice: "Huh?"

At this time, the big tall one shrank like a quail, weak and helpless, and answered "Yes" with a trembling voice.

"I was born this way, and I have no intention of despising anyone, but what you have done today really disgusts and despises me."

"We...were wrong..."

The thin and tall young man swept the corn that had fallen on the ground: "Pick up the corn, and then we will go to ask Master for forgiveness." While speaking, he kicked up a stone on the ground, which directly hit the knee of the person who wanted to escape, and fell to his knees with a plop. I fell to the ground and ate shit.

Muzhu sat under the tree, an ordinary dagger danced freely on his slender fingertips.

The three quails swallowed together: Why are you so proficient.

Muzhu glanced over.

You look at me, I look at you, the three of them confirmed the cowardice in each other's eyes, they confessed, and endured the pain all over their bodies, crawling around on the ground to pick up corn.

They didn't see Muzhu looking at the dagger between his fingers, and they were also a little confused, not understanding why he was so proficient.

Yan Xuzhi witnessed everything, originally thought that the tall and thin young man would kill him, but unexpectedly he did so.

There is absolutely no character named Muzhu in the original book, so it must be a passerby created by this world to harmonize the worldview, I really didn't expect...

He silently picked up the wine bag and took a sip of the wine.

At this moment, when the tall and thin young man raised his head to breathe, he suddenly met Yan Xuzhi's eyes.

Yan Xuzhi almost choked out.

The thin and tall young man with an ordinary face so ordinary that one would forget it at a glance stared at Yan Xuzhi, the frost-like sharpness in his eyes just a moment ago seemed to be his illusion.

Muzhu's dark eyes fixed on Yan Xuzhi's face, he paused his movements, and asked politely, "The little fairy in the woods?"

"..."

Mu Zhu swept the long sword at his waist, and asked again: "A chivalrous man who punishes rape and eradicates evil?"

Yan Xuzhi put away his wine bag, landed steadily, and stood face to face with Muzhu who stood up. Both of them were about the same height. Just as he was about to speak, the short fat man who had shouted for help earlier burst into tears: "The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has appeared... ..."

"Passers-by." Yan Xuzhi nodded slightly to Muzhu, "Just now you were a little gentler."

The author has something to say: About Yan Xu's entanglement under the mountain:

Before he dressed as the protagonist and left home, he brought a lot of small money left by his deceased biological mother.Later, as the head disciple, he would give advice to his nephews when he was free, and he had a certain salary, so this time he went down the mountain to have enough money to eat, drink, and drink. =

I wrote two versions of Xiaoshou’s appearance, and finally adopted a more forceful one, but at this time the ability to accept is limited, otherwise how could it be perfectly suppressed [I believe you understand what I mean w]

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