There is a small stream in the southern suburbs, and the academy is downstream. When Chu Qing was planning, he specially asked someone to connect the bamboo pipe to make it easier for everyone to fetch water or take a bath.
Chu Qing and Fu San took advantage of the darkness to go to the creek and started taking a bath with their buttocks bare.
Chu Qing, who had a cloth draped over his shoulders, was very envious as he watched the third brother carrying water on his body with a bucket.
"I didn't even watch you do exercises. Why do you have six-pack abs?"
Chu Qing envied the third brother's figure, which was particularly well-proportioned. It was either the kind of technological warrior figure induced by drugs, or the kind of body that was naturally exercised to the extreme. It was very pleasing to the eye, especially the scars on the body, which were both sturdy and added to the beauty.
The charm of pure men.
Looking down at his four-pack abs again, and the four-pack abs were not very obvious, Chu Qing felt that this kind of thing was really related to genes.
Abdominal muscles are not something to be trained, only chest muscles are to be trained. As long as the body fat is not high, abdominal muscles can be developed by just practicing casually.
Handing the bucket to Chu Qing, Fu San said cheerfully: "Master, it's getting dark. Please ask me to come out and take a bath, and take a bronze mirror. Is there... some happy event?"
Chu Qing laughed loudly: "You understand."
Others may not understand, but Fu San definitely understands. Even if he doesn't understand, he doesn't ask.
"The little one will rub your back and make it clean."
"good."
Chu Qing squatted on the ground and picked up the pebbles: "Just rub it together. I'll rub it for you after you're done. Wash it up and go back early. A spring night is worth a thousand dollars..."
Before he finished saying the word "gold", Fu San's expression suddenly changed drastically, and with a strong hand, he "rubbed" Chu Qing to the ground.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a line of blood spurted out from the third brother's shoulder.
Chu Qing's face hit the cobblestones on the ground, and Fu San shouted: "There is an assassin, young master, run away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another feather arrow was shot from the darkness. Fu San had no hair on his body, and no weapon. He quickly rolled to the side, just rolling next to his clothes, and took advantage of the situation to draw out the short sword Qianji.
Chu Qing, who was still in shock, quickly got up, but this time there was no hidden arrow, and a middle-aged man wearing Taoist robes appeared from the darkness.
"If the poor Taoist wanted to kill you two, you would have been killed by the arrow by now."
The Taoist just walked over, and there was only one person. His hair was messy, his Taoist robe was in tatters, and he was thin.
"Did I have a conflict with Xiaoxi? Why did this happen to me?"
Chu Qing quickly picked up his robe from the ground, tied it around his waist, and picked up a handful of pebbles.
Fu San's expression changed drastically: "Master, no... you don't need to take action."
The third brother was not so panicked when he first met the assassin. When he saw Chu Qing picking up a handful of pebbles, his expression changed.
But when the Taoist came, the third brother showed a solemn expression.
Because he didn't see a bow, only arrows.
This means that the two arrows just now were not shot with a bow, but were thrown by hand.
In less than a second, Fu San was determined.
"Master, the young one is no match for him. You run quickly, the young one is entangled with him."
Chu Qing has experienced too many things. Even though it was an accident, he did not panic when he saw the other party alone. He smiled and said: "There is no chance of winning. What are you afraid of? Don't you still have me? Let's beat him together."
"The younger one has even less chance of winning."
Chu Qing: "..."
The third brother felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and did not open his mouth to introduce himself to his family, saying who is my young master? If you dare to assassinate me, I will confiscate my family and exterminate my family.
Because he knew that the other party came for his young master.
The Taoist carries a long sword on his back. As he gets closer, he can see that his appearance is very ordinary, even a bit ugly, with slightly crooked eyes and a slanted mouth.
"I'm a poor Taoist, I'm a Feng Taoist. I'm a poor Taoist. I'm just here for one person. I'm a cool person on the grassland."
Chu Qing looked eager to try: "Third brother, come together."
"Master, don't be impulsive. This man's skills are unfathomable. He threw the arrow with his bare hands."
"He was just pretending. Maybe he shot the arrow with his bow secretly and then dropped it to the ground."
Fu San was slightly startled and looked at Feng Daoren: "Really?"
The Taoist priest who claimed to be a Feng Taoist was so angry that he suddenly reached into his sleeves. The next second, he raised his hand and a very short feather arrow was thrown out of his hand. It did not hit the two of them, but shot to the side.
tree with arrows stuck in the wood.
Chu Qing took a breath: "So awesome?!"
Feng Taoist smiled slightly, but his tone was quite gentle: "If I kill you, you will have perished long ago. Pindao said that as long as there is only one person, grassland Liangren."
"No problem, the eldest prince is in charge of the Qianqi camp. Can we two brothers take you there?"
"No, it's not the eldest prince, but Tuoba Le, a descendant of the Liangrong bloodline and the Tuoba clan."
"Tuoba Le?" Chu Qing clutched the pebbles tightly: "What do you want Tuoba Le?"
"It has nothing to do with you. I asked you to follow me and bring people here. If people are brought here, I will let you go."
Knowing that the opponent's kung fu was superb and Third Brother was not sure of victory, Chu Qing did not hesitate at all and said to Fu San: "Third Brother, go and ride back to Beijing immediately and bring that little brat Tuoba Le over."
Fu San shook his head and showed a serious smile: "Young one, stay here, young master, you go and get me."
The Feng Taoist interjected: "What a joke, you think I am a three-year-old child."
"Forget it, I won't leave my young master alone." Fu San took a step forward with no fear on his face: "Throw an arrow with your bare hands and hit the wood three-pointer. You are very powerful. Apart from the master and the fat maid, you are the most powerful person I have ever seen.
You are the person with the highest kung fu, but if I fight you to the death, you won’t be able to kill me even for a moment. By the time you kill me, the young master will have disappeared long ago. Old bastard, just come here!"
"Third brother, don't make trouble." Chu Qing was not nervous, but also cheerful: "We have reached this position, what's the point of risking our lives with a blind Taoist priest? He is here for Tuoba Le, and will
Bring Tuoba Le, I'll wait for you."
Fu San was extremely stubborn: "I won't leave you alone, little one."
"Listen to me and go quickly."
"No." Fu San shook his head: "What if he didn't do it for Tuoba Le, but to assassinate you? What if he knew that he couldn't kill me for a moment, so he deliberately pushed me away, and then tried to kill you."
"It makes sense." Chu Qing was stunned for a moment: "It is possible."
The Feng Taoist laughed loudly: "Pindao said, if I kill you, I have succeeded just now."
"Fuck you!"
Like a cheetah, Fu San pounced directly on him.
However, Feng Taoist did not retreat but advanced. With a clang, the long sword behind him was unsheathed and held in his left hand.
The short sword and the long sword struck each other, and there was a sound of gold and iron.
Fu San is to stab, while Feng Taoist is to block with horizontal sword.
The short knife stabbed the blade of the long sword, and Fu San suddenly retreated as if facing a formidable enemy.
He was able to accurately block Qianji with his long sword in the midst of lightning and flint. His eyesight and skill made Fu San sure that he was not his opponent's opponent.
Feng Taoist obviously had no killing intention. He only blocked but did not pursue. He smiled proudly and said: "I said, if I take your lives, I can just now..."
Before he finished speaking, an inaudible sound came out. The next second, the long sword in Feng Daoist's hand cracked. Then, it was divided into two, and the long sword broke from it, with two-thirds of the blade broken.
, fell to the ground.
The Feng Taoist was dumbfounded, looking down at the dagger with a look of disbelief on his face.
The world was very quiet. After a few seconds of silence, Chu Qing burst into laughter.
"Old bk, if you come out to be an assassin, why don't you get some decent equipment? Third brother, come on, let's get him together!"
The Feng Taoist was extremely surprised. He looked at Fu San and shouted out loud: "How come you, a mere follower, have such a magical weapon!"
Fu San had no expression on his face: "Given by the Emperor."
"By you?"
"Rely on your mother!"
As if reacting instinctively, when Chu Qing heard the words "It's up to you", he immediately became angry. He suddenly raised his hand and threw pebbles at him without thinking.
The third brother also kicked off his feet and jumped out again.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
Pebbles arrived first, and the Feng Taoist suddenly waved his arms, covering his upper body with his wide sleeves, roared, and waved his sleeves again.
Then... the pebbles flew back, four or five pebbles, heading straight for the third brother's door.
At this critical moment, Fu San rushed forward without any unnecessary expression on his face.
Because he had vaguely...expected it.
Not surprisingly, all those pebbles hit the third brother in the face.
