In the stilted building with bustling lights and feasting, Lao Que was having a banquet with two distinguished guests.
These two distinguished guests are not very old, but Lao Que does not dare to take them lightly, because they are messengers from Daxing Palace. This is the second time these two messengers have stopped in Lao Mansion, and the first time they have come to stay.
We spent the night very happily. This time we were in the southwest, so we made a special stop at Laofu on the way back.[]
After meeting each other for the first time, Lao Que naturally knew the hobbies of these two distinguished guests, such as fine wine, beautiful women, and the gorgeous fireworks that lit up half of the sky. With these embellishments, Lao Que was finally able to sit at the same table with the two distinguished guests.
While sitting, talking and laughing.
"Brother Yu, Brother Shao, everything must be going well this time when we go to Hengziling?" Lao Que stroked his lips stained with wine with his long sleeve and looked at the two distinguished guests with admiration. The one on the left
The distinguished guest with small eyes still has a green face, and he is obviously younger than Lao Que in terms of age, but this does not prevent Lao Que from calling him his brother.
The elderly envoy at the top drank all the wine in one gulp and said angrily: "That old guy Wensong doesn't know how to show appreciation. He says he's too old and doesn't want to go out."
Lao Que hurriedly filled the glass of wine for him and said flatteringly: "Yes, that old guy is toasting instead of eating and being fined with wine. I've seen that within a few days, that old guy will have to kneel down and kowtow in the barbarian ditch to apologize."
The special envoy surnamed Yu snorted coldly and stopped talking, but the young special envoy surnamed Shao opened his mouth and said: "When we go back to Bingming Palace Master, he will look good." As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of Venerable Gusong Wen Song.
The beautiful granddaughter felt a little itchy in her heart. She glanced at Qu Huayin's chest and made small movements with her left hand under the table, which made Qu's smiles slightly distorted.
Special envoy surnamed Yu narrowed his eyes slightly while picking up the food, and said calmly: "Xiao Lao, we have also heard some rumors on the road in the past two days. There is something wrong about the invitation letter from the master.
"
Lao Que hurriedly smiled flatteringly and said: "It's all nonsense spread by stupid people outside, so the two eldest brothers don't need to pay attention to it."
The man surnamed Yu nodded slightly and said: "This conference has invited some well-known masters in the realm of cultivation. If the master can attend, we should try our best to allow him to attend."
Lao Que hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, if my master comes back, I will definitely submit an invitation letter to him as soon as possible. By the way, Brother Yu, which celebrities will be invited to attend this Barbarian Goulian Conference?"
The special envoy surnamed Shao interjected: "There are so many, like Kong Xuan in Wusongjian, Fu Shanxiong in Duluocheng, Sha Wujing in Liusha River, Lu Zhishen in Liangshan... Anyway, there are famous masters in the northwest.
Basically everyone is invited.”
The names that the special envoy named Shao mentioned were all well-known masters in the northwest realm. They were even better than Master Hanyan. Lao Que was very excited when he heard them. He calmed down and praised: "It's really true.
With all the heroes gathered together, this scene is probably not much worse than the Lanchi meeting. By the way, Brother Shao, why did your faction convene this meeting?"
"Is this something you can inquire about?" Special Envoy Yu opened his eyes slightly, looking rather hesitant.
Lao Que was shocked and quickly apologized: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die."
"I don't know how to praise you!" The special envoy named Yu snorted coldly, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Yes, yes." Lao Que lowered his head to hide the trace of humiliation and hatred in his eyes. When he raised his head, he was smiling again and said to Qu Huayin: "Miss Qu, why don't you pour some wine for these two distinguished guests?
liquor?"
Qu Huayin bit her lip lightly, held the wine bottle with her long and beautiful hands, and handed it to the special envoy named Yu on the left. The special envoy suddenly grabbed Qu Huayin's little hand and kneaded it, teasingly saying: "Miss Qu
"The beauty pours wine, it's really good, but Yu doesn't like the wine pot." After saying that, he gently stroked Qu Huayin's soft lips with two fingers, with a teasing smile on his face.
Qu Huayin was in a dilemma and turned to Lao Que for help. Lao Que turned a blind eye and turned his head, just in time to see his father Lao Shijing standing outside the door gesturing to him. Lao Que confessed to the two envoys and walked out.
, looked at his father with a gloomy face and said, "Is this the place you should come to?"
Lao Shijing said: "Young Master Gong Zhitong is here. He is shouting in the living room to see you."
This Gongzhitong is Laoke’s senior brother. A few years ago, Venerable Hanyan once said personally that Gongzhitong was the number one person in cultivation among his disciples and one of the people most likely to inherit his mantle. Because Venerable Hanyan
According to the author's words, Gongzhitong's reputation has always been good, and he has a vague feeling of being the first person under the Hanyan sect.
Lao Que's face was as cold as frost. He snorted coldly and said, "Who is he? He's gone. Go and deal with him."
Lao Shijing said awkwardly: "I tried it, but he just stayed in the living room and refused to leave."
Lao Que snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the living room.
"Shiwa!" Lao Shijing quickly called out to his son.
Hearing this title that he had not heard for a long time, Lao Que's anger surged up in his heart. He turned his head and glared at his father, his face full of displeasure.
Lao Shijing murmured: "Listening to what he said, it seems that he got some news. Otherwise, we shouldn't go to this conference. We live a pretty good life like this. We have a house and property. In two days,
Year……"
"Shut up!" Lao Que interrupted his father's words rudely, "Don't worry about my business, just be your rich man." After saying that, he walked towards the living room without looking back.
Lao Shijing was left sighing in the corridor.
Gong Zhitong has a poor appearance, with a short forehead and protruding lips. He looks a bit like an ape. At this moment, he is fidgeting in his chair, more like a monkey unwilling to rest. He is holding a teacup and looking back at the door from time to time. Lao Que has just entered the living room.
, he was discovered, and he quickly threw down the half-drunk tea, jumped up and said: "Junior Brother Lao, what's going on with the invitation letter from Daxing Palace?"
As expected, this was the matter. A sneer appeared on Lao Que's lips and he said, "It's none of your business anyway. Why are you asking for nothing?"
"Don't think that I don't know. That invitation is from Master. You kept it privately just to flatter Daxingdian and the seniors attending the meeting." Gong Zhitong always had a bad temper, and he immediately broke into pieces.
Lao Que sneered and said, "Senior Brother Ninth told you these words. With your brains, you should be assigned to be a gunner."
"You..." Gong Zhitong was a little angry, "Don't care who told me, do you admit it or not?"
"So what if you admit it? Does it have anything to do with you?" Lao Que said with disdain on his face.
"Okay, just admit it." Gongzhi nodded repeatedly, "I am Master's eldest disciple. Even if Master has no time to attend this conference, I should go on his behalf. Hand over the invitation letter." After that, he said.
Reach out to Lao Que.
"Are you going to embarrass our Hanyan family with your sharp mouth and monkey cheeks?"
"Presumptuous!" The appearance has always been a pain in Gong Zhitong's heart. At this moment, he was ridiculed. He immediately became furious, pointed at Lao Que and said: "You are disrespectful to my brother. Master is not here. I will take good care of you, this evil obstacle, on Master's behalf." After that.
He clenched his fingers into fists, his eyes suddenly glared, and his whole body suddenly jumped out, hitting Lao Que's chest.
Although Gong Zhitong has a bad temper and is stupid, he has followed Venerable Han Yan for more than twenty years. In terms of cultivation, he is the best among the seventy-eight disciples of Han Yan. With this clenched fist, his power suddenly rises, like a thousand pieces of stone.
The giant rock rolled down the hillside with a roar, as if it was about to collapse the mountain peak.
Lao Que immediately blessed the artistic conception of Hanshan Drum. His muscles bounced and drummed, and he punched the opponent's wrist fiercely with both fists, knocking the opponent's fist away. Then he bent his elbows like horns, like a furious bull, and aimed at Gong Zhitong's neck.
He hit him at the neck.
Gong Zhitong raised his shoulders, carried Qian Jun with all his strength, and pushed Lao Que's fist away. He immediately fell to the ground like a bell, shaking his head like a drum, and hit Lao Que's chest. Lao Que turned around and stepped on Gong Zhitong's side, his body
Just like sticking to the opponent's body, he continuously uses his knees and elbow tips to attack at close range. The shadows of his elbows and knees fall continuously like lightning, never leaving the opponent's vital points every time.
Gongzhitong weaves strong bamboo from the east mountain. His back is as slippery as a loach but as strong as a turtle shell. No matter how hard the opponent blows him, he is like a strong bamboo in the wind. He clings to the green mountain and does not relax. His body swings this way and that, trying to hit the opponent from all angles.
Both of them are Hanyan's disciples, and they have learned the same artistic conception. Although they each have their own expressions and biases, in general they still know the basics. In addition, the two of them have similar cultivation levels, and they are in a stalemate for a while, fighting endlessly in the living room. Gongzhitong's artistic conception is calm.
, just like an old tree standing on the earth, with strong roots and branches, but Lao Que is like a tough old vine, entangled in various ways around the old tree.
The scene was tense and fierce. Each of the two men dared not use their hands, fingers, fists, elbows, knees, or bodies. They flashed within a small range. The air was squeezed and struck, making a series of thunderous sounds.
After fighting for a long time, Gong Zhitong became more and more wild and ferocious as he struck. Every time he punched out, there would be a continuous roar. The half cup of tea on the tea table bounced uneasily under the oscillation of the air, splashing the tabletop with water.
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The palms of Lao Que's fists became softer and smoother, but they were still affected by the opponent's fists. His steps became more and more sluggish, leaving clear footprints on the stone floor of the living room.
The situation was difficult. Lao Que forced himself out of the battle circle and gasped: "Senior brother, please stop, I'll give you the invitation letter."
Gong Zhitong looked at him coldly and said nothing. He stood with his legs like a horse, leaping and moving.
Lao Que took out a brocade letter from his arms, glanced at it briefly, and threw it to Gong Zhitong.
Gong Zhitong took it, looked at Lao Que coldly, and said while opening the letter: "You little kid also wants to steal something from me. When I followed the master, you were still wearing crotchless pants." As soon as he finished speaking, he
I noticed that my index finger seemed to be pricked by something, and my whole body immediately became as soft as mud, unable to move.
This is Qianjuesu! A famous drug in mainland China.
Gong Zhitong immediately moved his mind branch, but his mind branch seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and was extremely slow. Before the artistic conception could be formed, Lao Que hit his chest with an elbow and flew backwards, spurting out blood, and hit the pillar of the house.
on, causing the entire living room to tremble.
Qian Jue Su is said to be able to make people dream for a thousand years, but the spirit of cultivation is so strong that the efficacy of the medicine is greatly reduced. Gong Zhi Tong recovered as soon as he landed on the ground. His chest was sunken, and his ribs were obviously broken, and there was dark red blood.
The fragments of internal organs poured out of the mouth, opening into a bloody mouth, and howled like an ape.
Gong Zhitong smashed the invitation letter in his hand into pieces and smiled proudly: "You are sinister and you can calculate, so what? Without this invitation letter, we would just break up."
Lao Que continued to sneer and smashed the opponent's head into pieces with one punch. He wiped his fist clean on the opponent's clothes. Without even looking at the shattered invitation on the ground, he turned around and left the living room.
Lao Shijing was waiting anxiously not far from the living room. When he saw his son coming out, he immediately went to greet him and asked, "What happened?"
"There is a corpse in the living room, take it to feed Xiao Hei." Lao Que walked straight past without stopping.
Soon they came to the back garden and saw Qu Huayin standing on the corridor outside the stilted building, leaning on the railing in a daze. Lao Que strode forward, stood behind Qu Huayin, and said coldly: "What are you doing out here?"
Qu Huayin was startled, turned around quickly, and stammered: "They... their movements are a bit..."
"Don't you know what you are here to do?" Lao Que's tone was without any warmth, "You want me to build a memorial arch for you in the flesh business?"
Qu Huayin's face changed slightly, she bit her lip and lowered her head, silently walking towards the stilted building.
"Who are you showing that dead face to?" Lao Que's voice came from behind, "Have you been a bitch for so many years and haven't you learned how to seduce a man?"
Qu Huayin gave a bitter smile, took two deep breaths, and suddenly a charming and gentle smile appeared on his face. His eyes were full of professional temptation.
The two of them entered the stilted building one after another. The two special envoys in the building were already waiting impatiently. The special envoy named Yu was not interested in engaging in any more literary activities. He hugged Qu Huayin together and inserted his right hand from Qu Huayin's collar.
, started to move inside the bellyband. However, everyone’s chests began to rise and fall, as if there was a strange beast crawling inside.
Qu bit her lower lip lightly, feeling ashamed and crying. She seemed to be unsteady on her feet. Her weak and boneless right hand was propped on the crotch of Special Envoy Shao. She seemed to stand up several times, but was rubbed in various ways by Special Envoy Yu, making her body numb.
His strength was weak, and only his little green-white hand, which was used to playing the flute, supported Special Envoy Shao several times on his crotch, making the green-faced young man gasp like an ox.
Lao Que sneered slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.
The wine has cooled slightly, just like this deep night.dd