[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

When the peach blossoms first bloomed, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui left Tiandeyadiya Valley, one went north and the other went west, separated by thousands of miles, and never saw each other again.

Wu Yazi was somewhat depressed, "Senior Sister and Junior Sister used to have a very good relationship."

He always remembered that when they were both very young, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui were the best friends. There were only two girls of the same age on Tianshan Mountain. You draw eyebrows for me, and I order goose yellow for you.

Su Xinghe stood beside him at a loss, not knowing what to say.

Although he is Wu Yazi's apprentice, but he has been obsessed with miscellaneous learning all his life, he has only learned the superficial aspects of the Xiaoyao School, he looks much older than Wu Yazi, looks like Wu Yazi's father.

After seeing off Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui, Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen also left, and Wu Yazi stayed in the Dumb Valley of the Heavenly Deafness. He was used to this place and didn't want to go out again.

When Zhong Yanqiu was leaving, he happened to pass by a group of eight people. They were Su Xinghe's apprentice Hangu Bayou, who had rushed over after receiving Su Xinghe's letter—in order to avoid Ding Chunqiu's persecution, Su Xinghe sent Eight of them were expelled from the master, but they still remembered the master in their hearts.

Being able to be disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, the appearance of the eight of them is also passable, and the eight of them passing by together are extremely eye-catching, Zhong Yanqiu turned his head to take a look, and shook his head slightly.

"They are all honest people." Su Mengzhen said, "It's a pity that the talent is a bit dull... It's better than Wu Yazi's vision."

In terms of talent, Su Xinghe can't compare to Wu Yazi, Hangu Eight Friends are even far inferior to Su Xinghe, but they are all honest people with good character.

If Wu Yazi from the previous world knew that he had accepted an apprentice like Ding Chunqiu in this world, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.

"That..." Duan Yu Qiqi Ai said, "I want to go to Songshan to see Brother Xiao."

After living in the Heavenly Deaf and Dumb Valley for so many days, he finally figured out what happened to the Langhuanfu Land, and who made the jade statue of the fairy sister. I lost eight petals and was very depressed for a few days.

At that time, when Wang Yuyan left with Murong Fu, he was still full of thoughts. Now that he left the Dumb Valley, he didn't want to look for her anymore. He wanted to go to Songshan, firstly to meet Xiao Feng, and secondly to visit Shaolin Temple The eminent monks talk about the Dharma, and they can relieve their worries if they think about it.

"Temples..." Zhong Yanqiu didn't like going to temples very much. Human beliefs would form an invisible force, and that force would make him feel oppressed.

So in the end Duan Yu went to Songshan alone, while Zhong Yanqiu and Su Meng headed south.

Although it's not too much of a hindrance to bring a Duan Yu, but why do you have to bring a drag bottle when the two of you can be alone.

Fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March, and when the peach blossoms first bloom, they go south. The road is full of pink, willow and green, and the green water is blown by the cool wind in early spring. There is a boat lady singing Jiangnan ditties and passing by leisurely.

There is a small boat on the river, it is really a small boat, no one is pushing the boat, the boat floats along the current, the small black poncho props up a small space unknown to outsiders, hanging on the window There are bead curtains, and there are light gauze dances floating in the wind outside. When the wind is a little stronger, the bead curtains are blown, revealing a little of the scene inside.

There was a tea set on the low table, but the tea was already empty. One of them knocked on a few tables and sang a few words in a cappella. Zhong Yanqiu was not good at poetry, but he could always find a sentence that fit the occasion from so many memories. of.

There is no more space for two people to sit in the small hood. Su Mengzhen is sitting, Zhong Yanqiu is leaning on his side, his hair is loose, and Su Mengzhen is holding the hairband in his hand. Zhong Yanqiu didn't care about it, he yawned lazily and let him play, then leaned over and kissed him, relying on the fact that no one in the boat saw him, doing some intimate things.

Su Mengzhen's kissing skills are getting better and better.

Zhong Yanqiu felt that it was a little difficult for him to cope now, but Zhong Yanqiu couldn't tell how much progress he had made.

Originally, it was only regarded as the simplest skin contact, but because of the special meaning given to this skin contact, there was an inexplicable numbness and trembling coming up from the tailbone.

It's a little strange, it's the first time he feels this way, and he even has a faint premonition of losing control, subconsciously turning his head to avoid Su Mengzhen's pursuit of victory.

"Stop making trouble, and don't look where this is." He smiled, and took back his hair band from Su Mengzhen's hand with a flick of his wrist, and hastily tied up the messy hair. Pushed to the shore.

The disembarkation happens to be on the outskirts of Gusu City. The atmosphere of the world is not too heavy. Ordinary people make up the vast majority. Only occasionally can I see a few strong men in bunts, and most of them have only learned some superficial knowledge. Outsider kung fu.

But Yanziwu in Gusu City still dare not provoke anyone lightly. The Murong family, a big family of Xianbei noble origin, has huge financial resources and manpower, and no one in Gusu City will give some face.

Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen had no interest in Yanziwu, they just floated in the boat casually, and went ashore wherever they stopped. The south of the Yangtze River in spring is always a romantic scene that literati can't write about.

But they are not interested in Yanziwu, which does not mean that Yanziwu is also not interested in them. Murong Fu has been recruiting experts in the Jianghu for the sake of restoring the country. There are many industries in the country, but the restoration of the country is a road that burns money and has an uncertain future.

He wanted to recruit these two people, and more importantly, he wanted the inner skills they practiced. The Murong family has always been famous for "using the other's way, and giving back to the other body", and the foundation of everything is the study room that records the world's martial arts.

"My young master invites the two gentlemen to honor you, and let's go over the house and talk about it." The maid of Murong's family was graceful and graceful, her words and deeds were not inferior to those pampered young ladies, even if she came uninvited, she did not show the slightest bit of stage fright.

"Abi, right?" Zhong Yanqiu looked at the maid and asked.

"Slave Abi, I have met you sir." Abi blessed herself and repeated the invitation again.

"Then let's go." Su Mengzhen said.

"Lead the way ahead." Zhong Yanqiu stood up, took two steps and turned his head to look at Su Mengzhen, but he didn't know what kind of plan this person had in mind, so he was so active.

Su Mengzhen remained calm, recalling the process of "sending" Murong Fu and his party out of the Valley of Deafness and Dumbness. Although it was only a short moment, he did feel the murderous aura. when the sword.

However, after he inspected it carefully, the aura seemed to confirm that he would not really kill Murong Fu, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant.