"Well, then you should be more careful outside with Yanli." Chen Qingzhi warned, and followed several Thousand Demons Sect monks to the kitchen.
Lin Hanzhi watched Chen Qingzhi go away and then turned his attention to Lin Yanli's door.
It’s close to Chen hour.
The door creaked open and Lin Yanli walked out.
Still the same "panda face" as always.
Lin Hanzhi looked at the bruise on Lin Yanli's face, but couldn't help but frown and said, "Why don't we wait until the face fades before we go?"
Lin Yanli raised his hand, used his Taoist skills to grab a handful of water from the air, washed his face and said, "If you don't trust someone, you'd better not be late for the time you made an appointment with."
On the side, a Qianmo Sect disciple came over holding a spiritual plant. Lin Yanli grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it casually and swallowed it.
Lin Hanzhi said: "How about taking another pill?"
Lin Yanli shook his head.
Her condition is already very good, there is no need to add icing on the cake.
He and Lin Hanzhi walked out of the courtyard, exited the alley and went straight to the liquor store at the intersection.
The flag above the wine shop that reads "Sword Immortal Bai Qing, Gu Xuanbei, and Chen Mo are drinking here." has not been replaced yet.
The young owner of the wine shop was sitting outside the wine shop. After seeing Lin Yanli's figure from a distance, he immediately ordered the waiter in the wine shop to deploy the defensive formation to prevent his newly built shop from suffering another disaster.
At this time, a ray of sword light came from a distance and hit the defensive formation of the wine shop as if on purpose. It was rebounded with huge force and finally fell to the ground, revealing its true appearance.
The visitor is none other than Shen Qiao.
In the distance, a girl holding an umbrella sat on the eaves and said with a smile on her face: "Junior sister is very punctual."
Lin Yanli smiled at the girl holding the umbrella, grinned his toothless mouth, and said, "Senior, are you interested in adding any conditions?"
The smile of the girl holding the umbrella did not fade, and she said calmly: "Two is the limit, junior sister, don't be greedy for more, there will be little benefit."
Lin Hanzhi raised his right foot and came to the girl holding the umbrella. He turned his right hand and a chess box appeared in his hand, "Can you play chess?"
The girl holding the umbrella pursed her lips and smiled, "What's so difficult about playing chess?"
Lin Hanzhi sat down cross-legged, waved his right hand, and a low table appeared between the two of them. He put the chess box on the table, stroked his beard and said: "Playing chess is a science, and it is not easy."
The girl holding the umbrella threw the oil-paper umbrella in her hand into the air, shielding her from prying eyes, and said, "The little girl will accompany the senior to play a game of Fengya chess."
The two of them sat down, calm and relaxed.
Looking at the street again, Lin Yanli and Shen Qiao were facing each other at the intersection. Many people around were hiding in defensive formations to watch the excitement.
Shen Qiao looked at Lin Yanli, whose face was covered with bruises, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that you fight a lot. Girls like to fight, but they are not lovable. Wait a minute, don't cry."
Lin Yanli raised his fist and waved, "You will cry before me."
After saying that, she took the lead and used her flying sword to carry the sword intent, rolled up a rainbow light, and went straight to Shen Qiao's right shoulder.
The girl on the eaves held a white hand, looking at the sunspots falling in front of her eyes, her face became serious.
It seemed that this senior really wanted to learn how to play chess with her on this roof.
"Please!" Lin Hanzhi spread his right hand and said with a smile.
The girl is blessed with good health, "It is better for the younger generation to be respectful than to obey orders."
Shen Qiao watched Lin Yanli's flying sword coming towards him. The long sword was unsheathed from behind, and the tip of the sword was raised slightly. Lin Yanli's flying sword immediately changed its direction.
Shen Qiao held the hilt of the sword with his left hand. With a flick of his wrist, the sword edge trembled and made a buzzing sound.
Immediately afterwards, his body swayed slightly, and the long sword instantly transformed into seven or eight clones, stabbing at Lin Yanli at the same time.
Lin Yanli snorted coldly, flicked her long sleeves, and quickly spun around.
Her feet were firmly fixed on the ground as if taking root, and her whole body started to spin like a top, then suddenly stopped spinning.
She raised her right arm high, and her sword flashed like a scorching sun sweeping across it.
"Yang horizontal style!"
Lin Yanli gave a sweet shout and the long sword shot out of the air.
In an instant, several red sword lights shot out from her palm.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Qiao quickly drew his sword and retreated.
Lin Yanli took advantage of the victory and pursued him.
She held the hilt of the sword with both hands, stepped forward with sharp steps, drew an arc with the sword, and slashed down hard.
Shen Qiao raised his sword to return the greeting, but it collided with Lin Yanli's innocent flying sword, making a clanging sound of gold and iron.
Shen Qiao took two steps back and frowned as he looked at his slightly trembling right hand.
There's something wrong with this strength!
With a smile on her face, Lin Yanli moved closer and said softly: "Last time, you hit me so much that it hurt."
Shen Qiao's eyes widened, "So vindictive! You stuck your sword in my shoulder last time!"
"That's different. If you slash me with a sword, I won't say anything, but you hit me in the face with your fist. If I were that Shanze Yexiu, and my face was smashed by you, how could I not be cured by elixirs? It’s not disfigurement!”
"According to this, you attacked me with a sword last time, and the sharp blade penetrated my shoulder blade. If I were that Shanze Yexiu, my life would be lost."
"Don't talk nonsense, I have clearly avoided your fate!"
"Why don't I just stop, otherwise your teeth will be broken by me."
The two of them were spitting like old ladies scolding each other, causing Lin Hanzhi and the girl on the eaves to frown.
"Girl, this chess game is called Fengya Game, but it's not elegant at all, it's not beautiful, it's really not beautiful!" Lin Hanzhi's eyes flashed, as if he was really using the chess game to say that Shen Qiao's vulgar language had led his granddaughter to bad behavior.
The girl hummed softly, not weak, dropped the pieces, and said: "The old man's chess game is not very good, but I have heard the story that oranges grow in Huainan, and they become oranges, and oranges grow in Huaibei, and they become zhi."
Lin Hanzhi's expression did not change, so he naturally heard the girl cursing in a roundabout way. He stroked his beard and waved his sleeves to show that he did not care about the little girl.
Lin Yanli cursed for a while and felt that her mouth was thirsty. She took out a pot of honey water from the storage bag and drank it in two sips. With a wave of her right hand, the innocent flying sword instantly turned into silver light and went straight to the left side of Shen Qiao's neck.
Shen Qiao remained as still as a mountain. He punched with his left hand and knocked away the innocent flying sword. His right hand reached into the wine shop like it was holding the moon and sucked a jar of wine into his hand.
When the young monk who was guarding the wine shop saw this scene, he hurriedly shouted: "My wine is not cheap, it costs twenty spiritual stones per jar."
Shen Qiao grinned, pointed towards the eaves, and said with a smile: "My master is there. If you have the ability, go to her. I don't have a breath in my sleeves."
The young monk cursed, threw the wooden chair under his buttocks, and waved his sleeves without a smile, "Little swordsman, this is my gift to you!"
"Thank you." Shen Qiao laughed, opened the seal, and drank a large gulp of wine, his sword intent soared with the alcohol.
After drinking the wine in the jar, he threw the jar on the ground and shouted: "No more holding back, come on!"