MTL - Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless-Chapter 125

In her opinion, all men in the world are ruthless.

After experiencing this relationship, Wanwan will naturally wake up.

"Wan'er." Zhu Yuyan said suddenly.

"Master, please tell me."

"Since you and this Xia An agree with each other, I will not stop you as a teacher. But, you have to remember one thing, be careful in everything, even if he is the person next to you."

"understood."

When Wanwan heard that Zhu Yuyan had no objection, she was overjoyed, and naturally she would not refute what she said.

As for the second half of the content, it is right that I did not hear it.

"In addition, since the evil emperor's relic is on his body, find a way to come here. After absorbing the essence, it can more or less make up for the loss of your vitality." Zhu Yuyan said again.

"Master, I am not with Xia Lang for this."

Wanwan shook her head.

"It's up to you."

Seeing the girl's resolute appearance, Zhu Yuyan knew that Wanwan was falling in love now, and she might not even listen to her teacher's words.

Now I don't plan to take care of it anymore.

Time will teach her all.

With a little foot, Zhu Yuyan continued without telling Wanwan, and disappeared in front of her eyes.

As always, vigorous and resolute.

Looking at the purple clothes going away, Wanwan also sighed softly.

Although she does not agree with many of Zhu Yuyan's ideas, but no matter what, they are also her master.

Xia An stepped forward and hugged Wan Wan into her arms.

Feeling the man's generous arms and the warmth of his body surface, Wanwan couldn't help being infatuated again.

The two were speechless.

…

at the same time.

The quiet and claustrophobic tea house on weekdays is now echoing with an old but powerful male voice.

All the tea drinkers put down their teacups one after another, and listened attentively to the story of the listener.

"If you say that the evil king, Shi Zhixuan, is also a top-notch expert, the situation changes, and the thunder gathers..."

Eye-catching and flapping, the storyteller is eloquent and dancing.

At this moment, what he is telling is what happened in Yang Gong's treasure house a few days ago.

As for the protagonist, it was naturally Xia An.

For any storyteller, this is a name that cannot be avoided no matter what.

No matter young or old, no matter men or women, they seem to be very enthusiastic about this legendary white-clothed god.

Therefore, whether it matters or not, these storytellers will try their best to steer things in this direction.

And such a big event in Yang Gong's treasure house, and the death of a great master, is naturally the love of the storyteller.

In just one day, the storyteller has already told this story more than ten times.

But no matter what time it is, there are always no empty seats, and there are even some boring people who have two coins in their pockets and happen to have spare time, and they have to listen to it several times before leaving.

It is enough to see that the story is soul-stirring.

And in a corner of the teahouse, by the window, sat a special spectator.

She was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, her long hair was pulled high, revealing her white snowy neck.

Looking at this attire, it is not difficult to know that this is a woman who cultivates Taoism, and she has an extraordinary bearing, and she has a calm and dusty temperament.

It looks out of place with this noisy teahouse.

It can't help but make people curious, how can a person who cultivates Taoism and a woman stop in this teahouse?

But there are quite a few tea drinkers who have been here for a long time, but they are vaguely aware of it.

He secretly thought that this person should be the admirer of Xia Tunshen, otherwise, why would he listen to the book here?

"The attraction of Xia Tunshen is strong enough, even this nun is attracted."

"Hey, look at her brows and eyes full of spring, I'm afraid she can't bear it long ago?"

"This **** doesn't look too young, but she's so lucky."

"You don't understand, this is called charm, it's so delicious, I'm afraid that the skin can squeeze out water."

"Brother, I'm afraid it's not just about the skin? Hehe..."

Some meddlesome people turned their eyes to the woman in white from time to time, and the topics of communication became more and more outrageous.

The few people had bad intentions at first, but after seeing that the woman was not angry, their voices became louder.

He even deliberately let the woman hear it.

However, even in the face of such foul language, she still did not get angry at all.

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It wasn't until the storyteller finished his last word that he calmly picked up the saber beside the table and left the teahouse without looking back.

This person is Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai.

She came down the mountain this time to inquire about Xia An's news.

But what he saw and heard along the way made the Lord of Cihang Jingzhai feel a little different.

Martial arts are superb, famous all over the world, and most importantly, still young!

All these conditions all showed that if Xia An really wanted to compete for the world.

Then there is no doubt that he will be the strongest contender.

Not even one of them!

In contrast, the decision Cihang Jingzhai made before seemed a bit bad.

This made Fan Qinghui even suspicious for a moment. Could it be the first time that Cihang Jingzhai's ability to choose the master for the world has gone wrong for hundreds of years?

.........

Because no matter from which angle you look at it, Xia An is perfect.

Almost invulnerable.

No…

Perhaps there is another weakness.

That's flamboyance.

Then this doesn't seem to be a big problem for a man who is so good.

After all, the heroes of the past dynasties are all wives and concubines.

"Could it be that Xia An is the right choice?"

Walking aimlessly on the street, Fan Qinghui couldn't help thinking.

"No, Cihang Jingzhai has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there has never been a mistake in the selection of the hero during the period."

"This time, there should be no problem."

"I should have thought too much."

Soon, she immediately threw this thought out of her mind.

It would be a bit treasonous to question the inheritance of thousands of years.

However, while thinking about this question, Fan Qinghui couldn't help thinking.

If Xia An really had the ambition to compete in the world, how would Cihang Jingzhai deal with herself?

It was to change the original policy and bet on Xia An.

Or, still keep the original idea unchanged, to stop this man who is afraid to the extreme?

And even Shi Zhixuan is not his opponent, what method should Cihang Jingzhai use.

Fan Qinghui didn't dare to think deeply.

Because when she thought of this possibility, only four words kept echoing in her mind.

Feed the devil with his body.

Chapter 170 Wanwan: Xia Lang, do you want a wife? I bring it to you

"No matter how you say it, let's find this white-clothed catcher first."

Fan Qinghui rubbed the center of her brows, since she became the head of Cihang Jingzhai, it was the first time she was so worried.

After inquiring again, Fan Qinghui headed towards the capital.

Two days later.

capital.

In Xia'an Mansion.

At this moment, Xia An was lazily half lying on the bamboo chair.

Wanwan gently kneaded his shoulders for him, while Huang Rong lightly picked up a piece of freshly made pastry and brought it to his mouth.

Xia An opened his mouth with a satisfied expression, and bit down a piece of soft pastry.

Just like his current life, very sweet.

This kind of day is really not for a god.

After Zhu Yuyan left, Wanwan no longer had any worries, and followed Xia An to the capital.

And for this unbelievably beautiful Wanwan who suddenly appeared.

"two nine seven"

Although Huang Rong's daughters were a little surprised, they didn't say much.

I've been used to it for a long time, anyway, every time Xia An goes out, there will probably be an extra sister in this courtyard.

After all, the mansion was bestowed by the emperor, so it is naturally spacious enough to accommodate a hundred people without any problem.

So, Wanwan blended into it so smoothly.

The one who enjoyed it was naturally Xia An.

"Young master, someone wants to see you."

Suddenly, Qu Feiyan's voice sounded like a silver bell.

"not see."

Xia An refused without raising her eyes.

Otherwise, once he falls into the land of gentleness, no matter how tough a man is, his fighting spirit will be disintegrated.

What's more, this gentle township is still built with such stunning beauty.

Xia An is too lazy to move a finger now.

"But she said..."

"Never mind who it is, just tell him that I'm not interested."

Qu Feiyan was interrupted by Xia An halfway through his speech.

Love so and so.

"yes."