Hit it off

Yun Hanqing said meaningfully: "Third brother, I can't tell."

Yun Hanyu's way of eating tofu is more natural than his.

Yun Hanyu's eyes were full of doubts again, he didn't understand what Yun Hanqing was talking about, just thought he was talking nonsense again, so he went around him and gave the next person the needle.

The Songshan disciple had already bought the medicine and came back. Seeing Yun Hanqing smiling at him, Shen Qing had goosebumps on his hands, fearing that he would ask about the Tai Chi mental method again, so he took the medicine bag and volunteered to decoct the medicine.

Yun Hanyu picked up the last silver needle, and the condition of the poisoned people in the venue was suppressed. Now he only needs to drink the medicine and rest for a few days, and he will be fine. The request was very high, so he followed into the station kitchen.

Shen Qing stared at Yaolu in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Hanyu walked over and pulled the cattail leaf fan in Shen Qing's hand. Shen Qing was taken aback by surprise, his brows stood on end, "You're so smart behind you, you make no sound when you walk?!"

Yun Han said: "Must...!"

Seeing that he had to jump out word by word, Shen Qing blurted out:

"Are you a stutter?"

Yun Han paused, then nodded.

"Ah, sorry."

Shen Qing stuck out her tongue.

With Yun Hanyu decocting the medicine in the kitchen, Shen Qing didn't have anything to do, but there was a jade-faced Shura waiting for him outside, and he didn't want to go out and hit the gun, so he put his hand away and watched Yun Hanyu decoct the medicine.

The Yun family brothers are all first-class handsome in appearance, although Yun Hanyu is not as good as Yun Hanqing, but he is more gentle and handsome.

Such a handsome and gentle person is actually stuttering.

There was a burst of regret in Shen Qing's heart for no reason. Although Yun Hanyu's face was as cold as ice, he was kind-hearted, otherwise he would not have inherited the mantle of old man Tianji. It won't be that bad.

Shen Qing looked at Yun Han who was staring at the medicine stove with a serious face, and said:

"Why do you cook medicine so personally?"

Yun Han said:

"Human life...it's the sky...it can't be...wrong."

Shen Qing said:

"Can't you say a few more words at once?"

Yun Hanyu: ...

Shen Qing was determined to tease him, so he turned his beautiful side face to him, and said with a charming smile, "Am I pretty?"

Yun Hanyu glanced at him, nodded, and then stared at the medicine stove again.

Shen Qing said: "Then have you ever seen someone who looks better than me?"

Yun Han said:

"Big...brother."

Shen Qing: ...

"Except for him?"

Only then did Yun Hanyu shake his head.

Shen Qing's delicate phoenix eyes rolled around, lifted his long hair that covered the other half of his face, and showed that half of his disfigured face to Yun Hanyu, "Does it still look good now?"

Yun Hanyu raised his eyes to look at him, and after staring at him for a while, Shen Qing's hands holding his hair felt a little sore, and he laughed secretly in his heart: Did he scare this Bingshan face?

But Yun Hanyu suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Shen Qing's face, his slender and fair fingers gently stroked Shen Qing's scar, and said seriously: "Does it hurt..."

Shen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she missed several beats. For some reason, she looked at Yun Hanyu's gentle and serious eyes with pity, and murmured: "It hurts."

Shen Qing is very afraid of pain, his pain nerves are more sensitive than ordinary people, so when he was in Chengling before, Xue Changying often helped him get beaten.

Yun Hanyu had already withdrawn his hand and went to stare at the medicine stove again, Shen Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, laughed at himself in his heart, turned around and walked out.

Seeing Shen Qing coming out, Yun Hanqing said with a smile: "Master Shen is done with his work, now we have to settle some accounts."

Shen Qing got straight to the point and said: "Let me just say it straight, I don't have any Tai Chi mentality at all. I don't know who told you, anyway, I have never had such a ghostly mentality in Zhaixinglou. You can figure it out."

He looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Yun Hanqing had nothing to do with him, he just said: "Why didn't you tell me that day?"

Shen Qingdao: "Do you believe me? You definitely don't believe it. I am afraid that you will set fire to the building, so I can only find an excuse to prevaricate you first. I still want to ask Mr. Yun, the owner of the Zhaixing Building The spies went out to search for the Tai Chi mental method, and reported back that there is no such thing in the Jianghu. Could it be that Mr. Yun is looking for me to be happy?"

It was Qiu Zhenren who wrote a letter to tell him that the Taiji mentality was in the Zhaixing Tower. If the mentality is not in the Zhaixing Tower, where is it?

At this moment, the Taoist priests of the Wudang faction heard the news that the Demon Cult had attacked the station, and they had already rushed over. The leader walked in a little old man with white hair, a childlike face, a kind face, and a Tai Chi robe. It was not Qiu Zhenren, but someone else.

Qiu Zhenren saw Yun Hanqing at a glance, walked over, and said cheerfully, "Nephew Hanqing, how are you doing?"

Yun Hanqing was puzzled in his heart, when he saw him, he opened his mouth and said, "Daoist Qiu, forgive me for my incompetence, I can't get the Taiji mentality entrusted in the letter from the Taoist priest."

Qiu Zhenren was puzzled and said: "Nephew, I haven't written to you before? There is no Taiji mentality in our Wudang school's mentality."

Yun Hanqing had to tell Qiu Zhenren everything that happened these days.

Qiu Zhenren said: "Someone must have written this letter to my nephew pretending to be an old man. I just don't know who it is."

At the same time, a Songshan disciple stumbled in and ran in, seeing Yun Hanqing shouting in a hurry: "Master Yun, the young master you brought was captured by the Demon Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

Shen Qing hurriedly said: "Which person from Chengling captured him?"

The Songshan disciple said: "I don't know who it is! I only know that there is a blue forehead on that person's forehead!"

Shen Qing suddenly turned pale, gritted his teeth and said: "Lance language!"

There was deep resentment and deep-seated hatred in his delicate Danfeng eyes, and he didn't know what to do with Lan Siyu.

When Yun Hanqing heard the Songshan disciple's words, he used lightness kung fu to chase after him, but Shen Qing said "Take good care of the people in the station!" and followed suit.

Yun Hanqing sprinted wildly, his eyes darkened, and an oppressive chill radiated from his whole body.

When he saw the figure in front of him, he drew out the Leng Yue sword and threw it forward with his backhand. This throw carried [-]% of his internal strength, vowing to pierce the heart of the person in front of him with an arrow.

But the person in front of him swung his hand back, and the strong wind hit Leng Yuejian back. Yun Hanqing stepped down, jumped into the air, and caught Leng Yuejian.

The person in front of him seemed a little interested, stopped, turned around and looked at Yun Hanqing.

The man was dressed in royal blue satin, with a light blue forehead tied between his forehead, his eyes were like peach petals, his face was like a hibiscus, his eyebrows were long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, giving him a sinister look.

He lowered his head and asked the handsome young master in his arms: "Your friend has come after you, why don't you say goodbye to him?"

Yun Han almost gritted his silver teeth, and shouted in a cold voice, "Get your dirty hands off him!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword rose and attacked Lan Siyu.

Lan Siyu smiled coldly, pushed Xue Changying aside, flicked his sleeves, and flew forward to fight Yun Hanqing.

Shen Qing had already arrived, he was relieved to see that Xue Changying was safe and sound, and seeing Yun Hanqing and Lan Siyu fighting in the air, his heart rose again.

Suddenly there was a scream.

Dense crowds of human heads poured out from all directions, their clothes were different, Miao clothes and silver pendants, monks from the Western Regions, black clothes, purple robes with wide sleeves, white clothes with gold trim, and tulle covers... Some people held bows and arrows, others led them Catching wild beasts, some are carrying long zithers on their backs, some are obsessed with long whips...

With deep eyes, Shen Qing said coldly: "The Eleventh Pavilion in Chengling...You have such a big battle, you actually dispatched the Eleventh Pavilion."

Yun Hanqing was still fighting with Lan Siyu in the air. Lan Siyu's martial arts were unfathomable. Qing's back was blown away.

Xue Changying noticed Lanyue's movements, and blurted out:

"Han Qing, be careful!"

After being distracted for a while, a black worm flew out of the bamboo flute, and it had already penetrated into the skin on the back of Yun Hanqing's neck.

Yun Hanqing's dantian suddenly felt a pain, as if all the nerves in his body were paralyzed, he fell down from mid-air. Seeing that Xue Changying was not moving, Shen Qing flew to catch Yun Hanqing.

Xue Changying's hand hidden under the sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist, and the knuckles were turning white.

Lan Siyu smiled and said: "Have you had enough fun? I'm here to pick you up. Come back with me."

Yun Hanqing hastily shouted loudly:

"Baby, don't go with him!"

As soon as the words came out, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

When Lan Siyu heard Yun Hanqing addressing Xue Changying, his face suddenly sank, and he quickly put on a smile. The rapid change of his expression was shocking.

He slowly walked in front of Yun Hanqing, and there were a few inaudible silver needles protruding from the fingertips behind him.

The men in black with bows and arrows around them had already lost their arrows, the corners of Lan Siyu's mouth slowly turned up, and he slowly raised his hand.

Xue Changying suddenly said: "Stop."

"Ah, it's your friend. For your sake, I won't kill him yet."

Lan Siyu smiled apologetically, and took back the poisonous needle in his hand.

Yun Hanqing gritted his teeth, tapped the ground with Leng Yuejian, and struggled to stand up, "Lan Siyu, unless you kill me, don't even try to take him away!"

"It's not that I want to take him away, it's that he has to go with me."

Lan Siyu smiled frivolously, didn't take Yun Hanqing seriously at all, and said, "Yun Hanqing, look around, what right do you have to stop me, what right do you have to stop him?"

After he finished speaking, he said lazily towards the surroundings, with a majesty that could not be defied, "Are you still saluting?"

Yun Hanqing's heart gradually became cold.

He heard the shouting voices of everyone in Chengling, and he saw everyone in Chengling kowtow to the handsome and innocent young man, "Eleven Pavilions in Chengling, see the leader!"

Xue Changying stood there with her back straight, her pale yellow forehead band fluttering, and the expression on his face was so strange, cold and cruel, with a determination to part.