The villain of the martial arts: Kissing Xiao Long Nu at the beginning

"Haha, the once famous Qiu Chuji is now so old, how sad and lamentable." As soon as Sun Buer finished speaking, an arrogant and rough voice sounded in the hall.

"Who dares to come to my Quanzhen Sect to cause trouble? Do you really think we are easy to bully?" Sun Buer's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted immediately.

The remaining disciples of Quanzhen Sect who were sitting cross-legged at the bottom immediately drew out their fine steel swords to block Qiu Chuji.

"I am the Mongolian national master Jinlun Dharma King, and I come to ask for advice from Master Qiu."

As the voice of Jinlun Dharma King came closer and closer, a lama holding a pair of large golden wheels walked in, followed by a group of fierce-looking martial artists.

As for the gate of Quanzhen Sect, it was directly smashed to pieces by his golden wheel.

"Shameless, my Quanzhen Sect announced to close the mountain several months ago, and we don't care about the outside world. I didn't expect you to disregard the rules of the martial arts world and forcefully break through the mountain gate."

Sun Buer has been practicing Taoism for many years, and her Qi cultivation skills are very good. She usually treats people with a pleasant face, but today she was angry at the shamelessness of this group of people.

This group of people does not follow the moral principles of the martial arts world, and she was so angry that she was about to have breast nodules.

"Haha, in the martial arts world, whoever has the bigger fist is right. However, for the sake of the late Wang Chongyang, I will give you seven days. After seven days, if you are unwilling to bow down, I will cut off the inheritance of Quanzhen Sect." King Jinlun sneered, flicked his sleeves, and then left with his people, leaving only the fragments of the gate on the ground.

"Master, what should we do now?" Sun Buer asked Qiu Chuji, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Two months ago, I sent Zhijing and others down the mountain to find Uncle Zhou. I hope they can make it in time, otherwise Quanzhen will be in danger." Qiu Chuji looked up at the sky outside the gate and smiled bitterly.

A tiger in a low position is bullied by a dog. If Uncle Zhou can't come back soon, he can only agree to that person's conditions.

"Young Master, someone outside wants to see you and has been waiting for a long time." The maid in charge of serving said quietly outside the door of Xiaolongnu's bedroom in the backyard.

There was obviously movement in the room, but the young master just didn't come out. The guests outside have been waiting for a long time.

"Okay, get up quickly, don't let the servants laugh at you." Ning Zhongze said with a bitter smile, pushing Li Hao who was hugging his waist from behind.

Last night, Li Hao was originally accusing Qiu Chuji of kidnapping him to become a Taoist priest.

As a result, when it came to the deep feelings, Li Hao talked about the Taoist myths. Finally, he talked about Journey to the West and the prehistoric times.

Good guy, others tell stories in a forward direction, but Li Hao tells stories in a backward direction. However, his storytelling is more vivid, and the audience is constantly increasing.

Yilin, Ah Zhu, Ah Bi, and finally even the cousin Wang Yuyan were attracted and shyly got into the quilt to listen to Li Hao's story.

Ning Zhongze was very sleepy during pregnancy, and she fell asleep in a daze after listening for a while. As for when they fell asleep, she didn't know.

"Sleep a little longer, I'm so tired." Li Hao was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes.

Originally, he told the ancient story well, and several women were listening with relish, but who knew that he would fall into trouble while talking.

Maybe it was because Li Hao himself had the attribute of being a street loser, he accidentally went off the topic while talking, and actually talked about Jin Ping Mei.

Jin Ping Mei, a famous long novel in China, has been circulated in the world for hundreds of years and is widely sought after by otakus and rotten girls. It is even loved by Hong Kong film directors, and many well-received art films and dramas of various types have been made.

Here, Pujie Li reminds everyone that if everyone's understanding ability is really limited and they can't understand the original version, they can watch pirated versions or art films with small plots.

For this reason, Li Hao also made an in-depth analysis of the heart-stirring, love-hate, and touching love stories of Ximen Daguanren, Pan Jinlian, Li Ping'er, and Pang Chunmei.

The ancients were not deceiving me when they were drunk and promiscuous.

"Pay attention to moderation in the future. It's okay for you to be young and strong now, but you will regret it when you are old." Looking at the people lying in the room, Ning Zhongze reminded Li Hao while helping him tidy up his clothes.

"Okay, I will pay attention to moderation in front of Sister Ning in the future." Li Hao said with a grin. It's not that he doesn't know this truth, but he sometimes can't control it.

We are descendants of the dragon, and we have dragon bloodline factors in our bodies. So there should be nothing wrong with this.

"You want to die!" Ning Zhongze's eyebrows instantly turned upside down. What do you mean by restraint in front of me? You want to banish me to the cold palace!

"Haha, just kidding, I'm leaving." Li Hao pushed the door open and left, leaving Ning Zhongze blushing.

"Shi Feixuan, we've been waiting here for a whole hour, and he, Li Hao, hasn't even seen a shadow of us."Aren't you angry if you didn't see him?" A girl with a beautiful face, a hint of charm in her eyes, and a seductive intention in her gestures complained to the person walking next to her.

"Xianxian, we are here to ask to see him. It is his freedom to see us or not. Also, can you wear more clothes? In this kind of weather, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Shi Feixuan, who was wearing a white palace dress, frowned and said.

Xinyang Prefecture is now snowing heavily, the temperature has dropped sharply, and there are almost no pedestrians on the street, but the little witch Xianxian is still wearing so cool.

She wore a gauze sleeveless knee-length skirt on her upper body, a tulle draped over her shoulders, and a purple bellyband embroidered with opium flowers was looming, full of temptation.

The gauze long skirt on her lower body did not even cover her knees, and below her knees were straight and smooth calves.

What is even more unacceptable is that she was barefoot in this kind of weather, not even wearing shoes.