The Prime Minister has something to do

Sleeves, He Houhan lowered his head, and saw her face was strange, rubbing her stomach with one hand, He Houhan asked her: "Tummy trouble?"

Jiang Feixue nodded quickly and looked up at him pitifully.

He Houhan was thinking about what to do, they were all men, so it was not easy to follow her.

Master Qingshan suddenly said: "Walk along that path, turn left when you see the red stone, and you will see a hut after walking for a while."

After hearing this, He Houhan pulled Jiang Feixue up and said, "I'll come back to you later."

Master Qingshan waved his hand and said: "On the first day, it was a small fight, and the sect will come out tomorrow. There is nothing to see, so you don't have to worry."

He Houhan responded, and hurriedly followed Jiang Feixue who had already started trotting.

This afternoon passed quickly, Jiang Feixue kept running around, wherever there were many people, He Houhan followed her around, but Mingqiao, on the other hand, sat on the side obediently, as quiet as a picture in a painting. little fairy boy.

He Houhan finally felt a little comfort in his heart.

The setting sun in the sky spreads over the maple forests in the mountains and fields, hotter than fire red, more dazzling than sunlight, boundless, layer upon layer, as if the world is covered with strong maple leaf red.

Jiang Feixue was still in high spirits, running up and down the path down the mountain, she turned her head excitedly and shouted: "Father, I'll come and see it tomorrow!"

He Houhan felt a little tired, but still raised his voice: "Okay—you run slower."

Rong Jialu held Mingqiao in his arms, and Mingqiao fell asleep on his shoulder, a stream of saliva sticking to Rong Jialu's collar.

He Houhan watched from the side, then stretched out his hand to wipe it.

Rong Jialu turned his head slightly and smiled at him.

The next day.

The second day of the martial arts conference.

Jiang Feixue woke up early, and slammed the door of Hehou Han's house in a hurry, and the door was beaten like a war drum in the end.

He Houhan's ears were buzzing, and it took him a long time to open his eyes in a trance, and shouted, "Feixue, calm down!"

There was a moment of silence outside, and then a loud and crisp voice sounded: "Father, get up, get up! Many people outside have already left!"

He Houhan only felt sore everywhere in his body, but it didn't feel like the pain of a bruise—it was a dull pain in every hair and every skin in his body. At this moment, he finally felt that something was wrong, and took off the He lowered his head to inspect his body... nothing unusual, He Houhan put on his clothes again, picked up Li Ren and carried it on his back, and pushed open the door.

Jiang Feixue rushed over in an instant, and said eagerly, "Father, are we going up the mountain now?"

Empress He glanced at her and said, "Stop eating?"

Jiang Feixue smiled and said: "Uncle Rong has food, I eat what he brought."

Seeing that she was impatient and he was not hungry, He Houhan took his horse and took Jiang Feixue away from Fancheng to Zuhua Peak.

It was still early in the morning, the sky was twilight, and a white belly in the distance was shining brightly on a maple forest.

In November, when the hot springs around Fancheng are heating up, it is not too cold for people walking on the road in a single shirt. His breath and teeth are wet.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they couldn't ride horses anymore. He Houhan tied the horse to a tree and made a mark before leading Jiang Feixue up the mountain.

After half an hour.

Today seems to be more lively than yesterday, and there are more people crowded together, but the atmosphere is more tense than yesterday.

He Houhan found the place that he had agreed with Master Qingshan yesterday. Rong Jialu seemed to have an innate power to reassure children. Even Jiang Feixue became acquainted with him in just a day. Diandianer ran over.

He Houhan followed behind slowly, but seeing Master Qingshan, he couldn't help wondering: "Brother, where is Master?"

Rong Jialu was taking out a still warm steamed stuffed bun and handing it to Jiang Feixue, while saying, "Master went down the mountain yesterday to catch up with the head of Qifenggu, and he didn't return all night."

He Houhan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Senior brother... I don't know if I remember correctly, the head of Qifenggu seems to be a woman?"

Rong Jialu looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said, "What do you want to say?"

He Houhan paused for a moment, and said, "Senior brother, you will be thirty-three this year."

Rong Jialu said kindly.

He Houhan continued: "Even the master has a good friend, why don't the senior brother find a woman to live a good life?"

Rong Jialu asked back, "Aren't you also not?"

He Houhan immediately answered: "Of course I thought about it! But the current emperor does not have a queen...Senior brother knows the old emperor's will."

Rong Jialu waved his hands, as if avoiding something, and said, "Ai Sheng, don't talk about this, brother himself is doing well."

He Houhan was silent, and sighed for a long time. What Rong Jialu can easily get now is exactly what he has been looking for for a long time but can't find.

After Jiang Feixue ate the buns, she jumped out immediately, swept around, and ran towards the north ring. He Houhan gave Rong Jialu a wry smile, and followed closely without saying much.

When he got to the front, he couldn't help being stunned, standing on the table was an acquaintance, with a green and red spear, walking nimbly, it was Yan Hai.

He Houhan hurriedly scanned the surroundings. Zhuhua was taller than the women from the Central Plains, so she was very easy to find. He Houhan pulled Jiang Feixue over and called out, "Sister Zhuhua."

Zhuhua was staring closely at the stage, turned around after hearing the voice, and said in surprise, "Ari! Didn't you say you won't come to the competition?"

He Houhan pointed to Jiang Feixue and said, "Come with her to see."

Zhuhua nodded knowingly, pointed to the stage happily, and said, "Yanhai won three games yesterday, and today he won the first place with this person, whoever wins will have three...seven... Compare!"

He Houhan thought for a while, and asked, "Three sects, seven great families?"

Zhuhua nodded, and said, "Yes, what is it called Jiaotong?"

He Houhan continued: "Yushan, Yaotong, Xiaoqiuxian; Jingliu Wanwen Dongge Baimen Tangmen Nangong Tiehuoyan." He took advantage of this skill to look around, and according to Master Qingshan, what should be done today? It's different sects and factions competing for the ranking... Sure enough, the crowds gathered in the ring arenas are all dressed in the same style and color.

He regained his gaze, the other person besides Yanhai on the stage looked a little familiar, He Houhan took a closer look, this is not yesterday... the man who fought with that peacock girl?

Yan Hai was the first to cup his fists and said, "My humble Yan Hai, do you dare to ask your brother's name?"

The man's wrists and forearms were wrapped with leopard skin, his whole body was full of animal breath, and the corners of his eyes were raised, looking rebellious and ferocious, he said arrogantly: "My name is Wei Shang." After these words, he He didn't say any more, leaning on a mace in his hand, he lifted it to the ring, and the whole ring made of nanmu shook slightly.

Zhuhua's expression changed, and he said, "Ari, what is the name of the weapon he is holding?"

Without waiting for He Houhan to speak, a person standing next to him came over with a good intention, and explained: "Leopard Hook! This kid Wei Shang has been in the limelight this year. I have never heard of this person before. Yesterday he hit the stick with a stick. Beat Empress Caiping half to death, oh, that's terrible... Everyone said that his stick weighed at least a hundred catties!"

The two people on the stage had already exchanged hands at this time, both of them were using long weapons, Yan Hai's spear was good at flexibility, Wei Shang's hundred catty mace was good at domineering, each had its own advantages, it all depends on who comes first Catch each other's flaws.

Seeing Zhuhua's nervous face, He Houhan thought for a while, and said with relief, "Yanhai's gun is lighter, faster than a mace, and he will definitely hit Wei Shang's death spot first."

Zhuhua was still worried, and said: "Ari, you don't know the power of this stick. Although Yanhai doesn't lose the wind for a while, but after a long time, the slender barrel of the gun will not be able to withstand the force of a hundred catties. Be careful if you get swept... your bones will break!"

He Houhan shook his head, and said, "Over time, a hundred-and-a-half-pound mace...he will have more flaws than Yanhai." Just as he finished speaking, something happened on stage.

Wei Shang yelled, swung the mace above his head with both hands and spun it around a few times, and everyone in the audience exclaimed in unison, and saw that huge monster was thrown out by him, and the quasi-head pointed straight at it. The sea of ​​geese went away.

He Houhan was startled. It stands to reason that the basic attack method of a weapon as heavy as a mace is chopping, smashing and swinging the cover, and there is absolutely no flying shot, because its shape is huge and weird, not concealed and sensitive enough, and its speed is not as fast as darts. A class is fast, and can easily dodge its attack...but Leopard Skin Weishang made such a move, isn't this digging his own grave?

He Houhan couldn't figure it out for a while, and stared at the ring closely.

Seeing the mace flying straight towards him, Yan Hai immediately twisted his body and leaned to the left to avoid it. Seeing that the barbed head of the mace was about to go over - the tail of the mace was suddenly caught by a hand.

The leopard skin was wrapped around the wrist, and it seemed that the muscles underneath were violently exerting force. The thick leopard skin suddenly bulged, and He Houhan felt something bad in his heart—seeing that the one hundred catty mace was like a wooden stick. It seemed to be oriented in a direction, facing Yanhai.

The mace seemed to increase in power in an instant, worthy of the word "leopard hook", and its speed and strength were incomparable to those just now.

Zhuhua gasped, and everyone in the audience was a little dazed for a while.

In the silence, Wei Shang held the tail of the stick with one hand, and with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops, he slammed heavily at Yan Hai. Yan Hai was careless just now, but turned sideways. At this time, there was no way to avoid it, so he had to hold the green and red spear in front of his chest , bending back at the waist, trying to cushion it.

He Houhan's heart suddenly felt cold, and he shouted loudly: "No! Hide!"

Yan Hai seemed surprised, but it was too late.

Wei Shang was relentless, and hit Yan Hai's chest heavily with a hundred-pound iron rod.