After crossing the road, I married the leader of the demon sect

"boom!"

"Ow!"

"Bang-"

"Ouch!!"

"Dangdangdang!"

In the room, the hand of the old peddler who fed the meat to Yue Ji trembled, and the food on the chopsticks fell on Yue Ji's forehead.Yue Ji was angry, and raised her Shuang Ao to gesture, very proud of being favored!

"Oh, our Ji Ji is dirty, wipe it quickly~" the old peddler said, tasted it, and was speechless for a moment, and quickly wiped Yue Ji clean.With her appendages, Yue Ji got into the teacup, but couldn't come out.

The old peddler shook his head, stroked his chin and sighed, "Sure enough, he is a young man with vitality!"

The energetic young man Yue Heng grabbed the door frame and said with all his strength, "I was wrong! Can I serve you!"

"Get out!" Sheng Jiuyue closed the door forcefully, pulling his finger on the door.

Someone passed by in the aisle and looked at the two with strange expressions. Yue Heng smiled at the person and said, "My wife, if you are having trouble, follow me, you go~"

Sheng Jiuyue slammed on the door bitterly when she heard the voice outside, and let go.Yue Heng immediately took the opportunity to sneak in, sat down on the stool, and said with a smile: "You all are so headstrong when you are the leader of the sect! I just have a reasonable discussion with you. If it doesn't work, then it won't work."

Sheng Jiuyue sneered, he sat by the bed, straightened his hair, and put the hairpin given by the old peddler on his head.His skin was like snow, with a tinge of red from his anger, and his messy black hair stuck to his ears, looking absolutely gorgeous.The blood-red hairpin that flowed like a flame pressed against the night-like pitch-black hair, adding vividness and complementing his reddish complexion.

Yue Heng held his chin to look, and quickly poured a cup of hot tea for it.

"Go away." Sheng Jiuyue didn't want to talk to him.

"I'll serve you." Yue Heng whispered, chuckled, handed the teacup to Sheng Jiuyue, and asked with a smile, "Shall I comb your hair?"

Comb your hair?I'm afraid I want to be beaten again!

Sheng Jiuyue simply took off the hairpin, put it back into the jade box, and stuffed it under the pillow.He lay back on the bed, covered his face with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll give you two taels of silver, and you go out to play."

These words are like when the old alcoholic thought he was annoying and kicked him out when he was a child.Yue Heng laughed, then lay on the side, and took out the book Sheng Jiuyue asked him to buy from his arms, ""Those Years I Was Undercover in the Devil's Cult""

Yue Heng read with a straight voice, he opened the book, and read seriously: "It was a long time ago, I was twenty-eight years old, young and handsome, and countless unmarried girls in the village clamored to marry me, give birth to me, and give birth to me." A basket! But how can my vast life be so ordinary, I have a dream, fight swords in rivers and lakes, act chivalrously, drink the strongest wine, sleep the most beautiful—oh.”

The sudden quilt covered Yue Heng's head, and Yue Heng lay on the bed laughing loudly, "So you like reading this kind of small story books."

Sheng Jiuyue was so angry that he couldn't speak, and hit him on the head with the scripture book through the quilt.

Yue Heng raised his hand and hurriedly said: "Stop talking, I won't talk!"

Sheng Jiuyue felt that the anger of his whole life was exhausted today. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, lay back on the bed with his back to Yueheng, and opened the storybook.The air was slowly quiet, Yue Heng rolled up the pillow and stuffed it under his head, stretched out his hand to pinch a strand of Sheng Jiuyue's hair, twisted it around his fingertips, and slowly closed his eyes.

After the people behind her fell asleep, Sheng Jiuyue turned around, leaned on the pillow, and read the script through the sunlight.I don't know when the winter wind will come back, and people are shivering with cold. Firewood is burning in the inn, making it warm and quiet.

The faint fragrance of ink wrapped around Sheng Jiuyue's fingertips, and after an unknown amount of time, a head slowly came to the side, put it on the pillow, and asked sleepily, "Does it look good?"

"Nonsense, it's so boring!" Sheng Jiuyue looked at the script dissatisfiedly, and said, "I just want to see how much he can make up. The leader of the demon sect in it is not very powerful. As the leader, he hangs shoulders with his subordinates Not to mention that the brothers are commensurate with each other, but they often go out to fight for righteousness, and it is ridiculous to take the name of Dragon King Lei Gong!"

"Hmm." Yue Heng slowly opened his eyes.

"Although the undercover agent was finally overwhelmed by the charm of the teacher's personality, the leader also suffered a great loss because of his lax behavior. His relatives died tragically, his brothers rebelled, and his reputation for the rest of his life was used as wedding clothes for others. But I have to say, stupid!"

"Sure enough, the script is the script."

Sheng Jiuyue threw the script aside, turned her head to meet a pair of sparkling eyes.

Yue Heng rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "So you finished reading it?"

"..."

"It's so ugly that you've finished watching it, and you still remember it so clearly, it's really hard for you."

Sheng Jiuyue: "..."

"Humph!"

Because Sheng Jiuyue told them that they were not allowed to go out and cause trouble during the martial arts conference, the two hid in the inn room. Seeing that Sheng Jiuyue liked to read story books, Yue Heng brought all the old man's inventory and stacked them on the bedside.Sheng Jiuyue suddenly remembered the cloth bag given by the old lady in the medical center. After opening it, she found two books, so she casually put it on top of the pile of story books.

Yue Heng rushed in excitedly with a basin in his hand, put it on the table, took off the towel on his shoulders, and threw it into the air, "Come on, my lord, I'll wait for you to wash your face~"

Yue Heng seemed to have eaten a ten-pound elbow, and his voice was so greasy that Sheng Jiuyue had goosebumps.

"Speak well to me."

Yue Heng held up the handkerchief with both hands, covering the lower half of his face, and winked at Sheng Jiuyue like the girls on Huajie. He winked at Sheng Jiuyue and said, "Your Majesty is here tonight~ Your Majesty thinks this way~it's okay~, come on, don't take pity on me just because I'm a delicate flower!"

Yue Heng's hand holding the handkerchief slipped from his left shoulder, making a gesture of undressing.He looks good, and doing these messy movements is not annoying, but it will only make Sheng Jiuyue respond.

Sheng Jiuyue expressionless, suddenly took out the broken dagger from his sleeve, and rushed towards Yue Heng.

"Come on, I want to do this to you!" Sheng Jiuyue made a stabbing motion and said viciously, "That way!" He raised his hand to stroke Yue Heng's neck.

Yue Heng groaned and ran away, Sheng Jiuyue chased after him, and the two circled the table.

"Don't, don't, please be gentle~ My lord, this is the first time for me~ I can't bear this..."

"The more you follow your heart, you will die to me!"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"when!"

In the next room, the old peddler who heard the movement again skillfully took out a handkerchief, wiped off the scum on Yue Ji's forehead, and comforted him: "You didn't hear anything, we little Xie Xie can't listen to such words!"

"By the way, the relationship between the young master and the young lady is really good... This frequency, hiss—"

After being beaten up, Yue Heng hugged the weak Sheng Jiuyue to the bedside, covered his face with a wet handkerchief and rubbed his face, Sheng Jiuyue slapped his hand off, and scolded: "You think this is an iron pot!" Is it?"

Yue Heng sat down on the low stool regretfully, and took off Sheng Jiuyue's shoes and socks.Sheng Jiuyue has a slender figure, thin ankles, slender and white soles, and round knuckles.Yue Heng deliberately scratched the soles of his feet, and was glared at by Sheng Jiuyue.

"If you dare to cause trouble again, get out and sleep outside tonight!" Sheng Jiuyue said coldly, his face was covered with stains, his long eyelashes were messy, his black eyes were covered with mist, and he looked lifeless.

Yue Heng soaked his feet in the water, and said with a smile, "How come, in order to serve Your Majesty well, I have specially prepared a hand." Sheng Jiuyue showed a vigilant expression.

Yue Heng dried his feet, put them on his knees, and smiled, "I'll give you a massage." Before Sheng Jiuyue refused, the soft internal force came from the soles of Yue Heng's fingers, like the warm sun in spring mild.

Sheng Jiuyue didn't expect that he really wanted to massage herself, sighed, and lay back on the bed with a comfortable expression.

Yueheng explained while pressing, "This is the Dadun point, press it to clear the mind, this is the Yinbai point, which strengthens the spleen and restores yang, and here is the Neiting point, if you have constipation, you can press it often..."

The corners of Sheng Jiuyue's mouth twitched slightly, and she just pressed her heart, why are there so many nonsense!However, just as he was about to speak, Yue Heng's fingers suddenly landed on the center of the sole of his foot.

Yue Heng firmly grasped Sheng Jiuyue's ankle, his knuckles touched the acupoint, and a smile appeared on the corner of his raised lips. He gently drew circles there with his knuckles, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Your respect The hands and feet are cold, and the extremities are cold, which shows that the kidney yang is insufficient. If you press the Yongquan point, it will nourish the kidneys and open the meridians, and the cold will be swept away."

When he finished speaking, he pressed his knuckles with undeniable force.

"what--"

A shrill scream pierced the sky. On the long street and in the inn, countless people raised their heads, widened their eyes, and looked for the source of the sound in panic. "Kill, did you kill?"

"Oh!" Yue Heng sat down on the ground, with a flat footprint on his face, he touched his face in grievance, and muttered: "It really is kidney deficiency, it's neither deficiency nor pain, my lord, don't hide your illness from medical treatment !"

"Yue Congxin!" Sheng Jiuyue got up from the bed with a black air, and the cold dagger slashed across the darkness, pointing at Yueheng with the murderous intent of its master.

In the next room, the old peddler who was lying on the bed and counting the bank notes shook his body, his eyes showed a look of shock, "Three goals? It's you! Young Master!"

……

The green mountains are ten miles away, and the tidal flat road is sandy.

One person skimmed across the water, startling the sleeping waterfowl.

The black was silent, and the man in black clutched his chest, went up the mountain in a state of embarrassment, avoided the patrolling disciples, and flew to the highest peak.The towering peaks pierced the night like an unsheathed sword, and the icy snow covered the top of the mountain.On the mountain wall, the three-character pen of the Qingshan School walks away from the dragon and snake, with a chic and unrestrained sword intent, which is in harmony with the majestic and majestic buildings in the mountain.

Qi Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt outside the hall, the Wu hook sword on his waist sank into the snow without a sound.Before he opened his mouth, an old voice came from inside the door, "Feng'er is back?"

"Master." Qi Feng straightened his spine and said expressionlessly, "I failed."

The surrounding air suddenly became quiet, and the door of the main hall automatically and silently opened. Behind the wide open door, a priceless luminous lamp broke through the night, outlining a figure kneeling on the ground outside the door.The head of the Qingshan faction, the supreme martial artist and number one in the world, Jiang Weisheng walked out slowly with a whisk in his hand, sweeping over Qi Feng's face condescendingly.

"A mere Wang Tianji, can hurt you so far?" Jiang Weisheng's voice is old, but his face is extremely young and handsome, with flowing black hair, and a slender figure. The slightest pity.

"Master, when I fought with him, he was already awake." Qi Feng said truthfully.

Jiang Weisheng pressed his fingers on the whisk, and understood, "He really is playing stupid."

Qi Feng thought for a moment, and said: "It may not be possible, he only wakes up for a moment."

Jiang Weisheng smiled lightly, the dust in his hand reflected a little light, "If you want to deceive the world, you must first deceive yourself." His smile was fleeting, and he said, "It seems that someone saved him."

Qi Feng lowered his head, with unconcealable excitement in his eyes, he said: "Master, he is a very powerful young man with extremely strong internal strength, I am no match for him!"

"Oh?" Jiang Weisheng felt a little doubt in his heart. Nowadays, among the rookies in the world, the most powerful one is Qi Feng. How can there be any young man who can be stronger than him?

"I've inquired about him. His surname is Yue and his name is Congxin. He wears a wine gourd on his back. He drinks alcohol before fighting me. He uses fists, and his moves are strange, and he can't figure out the way. After drinking, he is violent like a wild beast, and it is difficult to get rid of it. Master, have you heard that there are martial arts in the world that drink alcohol first and then fight?" Qi Feng asked.

The air on the top of the mountain was suddenly quiet, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped, as if everything was frozen at this moment.In the silence, Jiang Weisheng blinked his eyes stiffly, his fingers trembled slightly, and the whisk turned into floating dust with a "bang".

Violent internal power poured out, wailing came from the top of the mountain, the wind was violent and the snow was blowing, the priceless luminous lamp in the hall "bang bang bang" turned into debris, and endless darkness struck, as if to hide the unknown ugly.Jiang Weisheng raised his hand to cover his astonished face.

Qi Feng was knocked down by this internal force and fell to the ground, bleeding from his orifices.When he was wondering, he suddenly heard a gentle and quiet voice read out Master's name.

"Wei Sheng?"

The majestic internal force that seemed to destroy the world disappeared in the blink of an eye. Jiang Weisheng raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was coming.

Qi Feng saw a pair of snow-white hands stretching out, he knelt on the ground, put his fingers lightly on the woman's fingertips and stood up, he kept his head down, not daring to look at the woman's face.Qi Feng respectfully shouted: "Thank you, Mrs. Mistress."

The author has something to say: Quiz with prize: Can Yue Heng sleep in the house tonight?Where will Yue Heng end up sleeping?

Nankezi·Ten Miles of Green Mountains Away

Song Dynasty · Seng Zhongshu

The green mountains are ten miles away, and the tidal flat road is sandy.A few cries of birds resent the years.It's a bleak time again, at the end of the world.The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn.Ask the lotus by the bank of the green poplar embankment: I remember selling wine when I was young, where is that family?

感谢在2021-08-1621:29:49~2021-08-1720:10:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2872621720 bottles; accounting for 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard