Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 2: Future actress

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It's you!

Meng Fuyao's clothes pierced the night breeze like iron, and the light and shadow had already reached the center of the tribe.

The black-clothed man suddenly turned his head and saw the familiar figure and daisy-colored clothes. In an instant, his pupils seemed to be slightly enlarged, and he exclaimed almost blurted out: "Meng——"

He was very alert, and immediately remembered that Meng Fuyao's identity is now extraordinary. He swallowed as soon as he blurted out a word, and only looked at her up and down with surprise and incredible eyes.

Meng Fuyao smiled slightly and said: "It's not like a dream, I would see you here." She looked at the twinkling pupils of the young Xinghuo almost warmly, although she was surprised why Yunhen appeared here in Taiyuan. But I also know that it is not the time to reminisce about the past. I walked over to stand with him and smiled: "I like hitting dogs the most. Take me a copy."

Yun Hen pursed his lips slightly. He knew that Fu Yao saw that he was injured, but not only did she not mention it, but she remembered to protect his face even when she asked for help. She... seemed to have changed a little.

In my impression, Fu Yao is brave and clear. Although there are delicate and sensitive points, it seems to be more condensed and considerate now.

Is it because of... what happened to Xuanji?

The life experience of the Empress Dawan has now spread all over the world, and Yunhen has naturally heard of it. No matter how the official version is singing and dancing, people can still guess the suffering in it. He tilted his head and glanced at Meng Fuyao. A thousand words.

The almost distressed look in Meng Fuyao's eyes, couldn't help but tremble in his heart, he quickly staggered his gaze, and pointed the black knife directly at the slender wolf man.

The man thought she was going to declare war, and was waiting for her routine to say a few scenes. Who knew that Meng Fu shook his knife and slapped the knife without saying "Shoo"!

As soon as the black knife light came on, it reached the eyebrows of the wolf man!

The wolf-handling man retreats dumbfounded--he never imagined that there would be such a shameless person in the Wuzhou Continent, martial arts so high, but not self-respecting, and he would kill someone if he didn't say hello!

The logic of Meng Fuyao is very simple-why are you bullying my friend-enemy-enemy?

The light of the knife was close to the center of the eyebrows, and there was a difference between the feet and the sound of the air tearing. The man who controlled the wolf reacted quickly and raised the flute in his hand. There was a sudden spark, and the flute split open. The wolf man raised his head and a blood flower burst.

The moment the blood burst on the flute and landed, the wolf-handling man did not hesitate to retreat several feet with Meng Fuyao's blade. With a whistle in his mouth, the pack of wolves immediately rushed towards Meng Fuyao and the cloud marks, the wind was in midair. In the big battle, the man has already taken advantage of this burst of lightning to escape.

As soon as Meng Fuyao made his move, he knew that not only could he not ask for any more bargains, but he was also unlucky. This man was very determined and immediately fled without a fight.

The pack of wolves pounced, Meng Fuyao sneered, and the vertical knife slid forward towards the sky, a black light flashed, and the four wolves that flew up all burst into tears. He had already crossed the blood rain and reached behind the wolf man.

"Don't go, let's talk about it."

There was a voice with a smile, and the man stiffened, and suddenly rushed to the ground.

With a pounce, his body suddenly disappeared.

Meng Fuyao was stunned, and when he raised his head again, the man appeared three feet away, even changing directions.

What is this? Escape? Obscure? Disguise? There are many different skills in Fufeng, which one is this?

The wolf-handling man leaned and fell together, and in the blink of an eye he was several feet away, and he changed directions.

Meng Fuyao stopped chasing at all, standing still holding his chest and watching coldly.

The man floated in the air, and seemed to look back at Meng Fuyao with some pride. He used this trick to escape from countless masters. A few days ago, even a top master escaped.

Then he felt that he was playing enough, ready to escape.

Suddenly saw a pair of boots when I fell again.

Pale purple and silver cloud pattern, a section of robe corner of the same color hangs, swinging leisurely in the wind.

The man who controls the wolf has always been good at changing hands. Seeing these boots close up so close, he knows it’s bad. He wants to use his own strange technique again, but he can’t do it anymore.

And suddenly the boots in front of him kicked slightly.

It didn't look very fast or fierce, but the huge body of the wolf-handling man was immediately kicked up without resistance, and traversed a long and thin line in mid-air, and fell into the hands of Meng Fuyao who was waiting for a long time.

Holding the man's collar, Meng Fu swayed and laughed, "I can catch you groundhog."

The man's head was suddenly hung in the air and twisted, and a long, miserable, flat face with no outline under the night was a ghostly fright at first sight.

Immediately, his eyebrows, nose and eyes drooped suddenly.

It's like a wax man being melted by a fire, all the facial features are sinking down in an instant, and a face suddenly looks different.

Meng Fuyao was really taken aback by the strange face this time, as if he was carrying a deflated balloon or just a layer of paint, unspeakably nauseous, and quickly threw it to the ground.

The man's clothes were generally soft and collapsed to the ground, and there was no movement.

"Dead?" Meng Fuyao frowned, "I didn't do anything, and watched him commit suicide without taking poison, why did he die."

"It seems to be a kind of spiritism." Changsun Wuji walked over, "There is a spiritism in the wind-supporting alien art, or the sorcerer divides the soul from the corpse of the dead and manipulates them; or the sorcerer uses a different method to attract the soul of a person Control, once you find that something is wrong, you can pinch out the ray of life thousands of miles away, but I don’t know which one it is."

Meng Fuyao kicked the leather bag away with his foot, and turned around to see that his guard had already solved the brave and provocative herders as if they had chopped up melons and vegetables. He was whizzing around to surround the group of weird people, but When those people saw the death of the wolf-handling man, they seemed to have been notified. One turned over and fell silently, and resolved himself simply and neatly.

The remaining wolves are no longer a concern. They are handed over to 300 elites to solve them. Meng Fuyao looked at the corpses with dissatisfaction and muttered: "Who are these people? They seem to be completely organized and disciplined. Orderly underground killer help..."

Yunhen walked over, followed by a group of men, women and children of this tribe. The wrinkled old man in the lead was deeply bent over and stroked his chest with one hand: "Thanks to the **** of cloth and the big fish! Thank the angel of God for saving me. Family!"

Meng Fuyao looks at the sky...the big fish god...she is the magnificent female emperor of Dawan, now she is a fish's subordinate...

There are many tribes in the three tribes of Fufeng, each with its own beliefs. Totems have snakes, rabbits, fish, dogs, and all kinds of weird things. It is said that there are even toilets. Now they are reduced to a messenger of a fish. Not bad, better than a toilet.

His Majesty Meng has always been impatiently greeted and sent, and handed over the polite words to the grandson Wuji, and he took Yunhen to bite his ears: "Why are you here?"

Yun Hen smiled and said: "It's more than me? There is an acquaintance of you here." He took Meng Fuyao into a tent, under the dim candle, there was a person lying on the carpet, and a local girl was watching. Next to that person, looking out of the tent with a pair of panic eyes, he suddenly looked happy when he saw Yun Hen coming in, and his eyes were bright and unable to move away from him.

Meng Fuyao snickered, wondering if it was Yunhen's peach blossom? Oops, the minority sister is so sweet. The Yun family's son is so beautiful. He was about to make a joke, and his eyes fell on the felt man and he jumped up.

Arran Pearl!

"...zhuzhu?" Meng Fuyao widened his eyes and stammered, "Why is Zhuzhu here?"

Isn't Zhuzhu in Dahan? She also wrote to tell Yao Xun that when she came over, she remembered to ask Zhuzhu if she wanted to go home. Why did she suddenly appear here?

She leaned over to look at Ya Lan Zhu and saw that except her face was a little pale, there was nothing wrong with her, but there was no reason to quarrel so that she didn't wake up like this. What happened?

"I don't know." Yunhen frowned and looked at Ya Lanzhu. "I met her at the border between Fufeng and Dawan five days ago. At that time, she seemed to be on the way very urgent, so she didn't say a few words. Suddenly she fell down, and only had time to say a word to me, please find a way to send her back to Qiang King City."

"Then you were hunted down?"

Yun Hen hesitated and said: "I can't say that completely... We came along, and actually saw many tribes destroyed. It doesn't look like they were chasing us, but I am not sure if we are looking for chasing and killing. We ruined the tribe by the way."

Meng Fuyao took a look at Yun Hen’s face and stretched out his hand to touch his wrist. Yun Hen wanted to get away. Meng Fuyao had already retracted his hand, frowning and said: "You have new and old injuries. The earliest injury is not five days. Before, and why did you come here? What happened to you?"

She turned her gaze on Yun Hen's face and body. He was much haggard and covered in dust. It was obvious that he had been very hard recently.

Yun Hen remained silent, the sparks flickering in the eyes, letting Kai Meng Fuyao's gaze stare.

"Okay, don't say it." Meng Fuyao straightened up, sneered, stretched out his palm, and slapped her bodyguard.

"Send the letter back to the country, let General Ji Da, no matter what method he uses, send me to Taiyuan, get two old men, Yan Chi and Yun Chi, and invite them if they are obedient, or bring them if they are not obedient. If Yuan wants to interfere, Tai Yuan will be destroyed, that's it."

The head of the guard bowed and left, Yun Hen already said anxiously: "Don't!"

Meng Fuyao's people don't care what he says. They have always been loyal to Meng Fuyao, and they just walk away without stopping. Meng Fuyao sneered without speaking.

Yun Hen had no choice but to say: "Something happened in the family."

Waving his hand to make the head of the guard retreat, Meng Fuyao leaned closer: "Huh?"

"I went back last time," Yun Hen considered the most gentle words. "Foster father is not satisfied with the results of the Zhenwu Conference. He wants me to travel the world and improve my martial arts, so I will come out. Who knows Yan? My family heard about my life and went to a letter to my foster father and asked me to confess my ancestors to my ancestry. The foster father thought that I was ungrateful, so..."

Meng Fuyao sneered.

No matter how gentle the words are, I can still hear what this is.

Because Yun Hen didn’t get the glory of Yun Chi’s hope at the Zhenwu Conference, and helped his family rise to the next level in Taiyuan’s political arena, Yun Chi exiled Yun Chi in a rage, just as the Yan family came to ask People, probably Yun Chi thinks that Yun Hen is in collusion with the Yan family, and is afraid that leaving this righteous son is not good for him, so he simply gives him a big crime such as linking with the enemy country, treason, and plotting wrongdoing, and he is still hunting him endlessly. , I want to cut the roots.

Damn old man!

However, there should be hidden secrets in this matter. Yun Chi's motivation for taking in Yunhen at the beginning was not necessarily simple. Sooner or later, it would be a matter of the Yan family's dignitaries, so that Yun Chi would not get angry at this point. 80% of them were there. Yun Hen angered Yun Chi.

She had a good guess.

Yun Hen lowered his eyes, adjusted his gaze, and didn't want to tell Meng Fuyao. The adoptive father asked him to return to the Yan family. He tried to find a way to get the Lei Dong Jue with Yan Jing Dust Set. He refused. He didn't want to return to Yan's family, let alone. The Yan family was acting as a spy, and the foster father had heard of his friendship with Fuyao from nowhere, and asked him to borrow troops from Fuyao to help him win the Taiyuan throne. This was... absolutely impossible.

He never wanted Fuyao to fall into the struggle for power and desire. How could he bother her with such a thing?

Compared with the absurd demands of his adoptive father, he would rather wander the world.

The day when he left the Yun family, it rained heavily. He only carried his sword and left the Yun family mansion where he had been raised for 20 years. He never looked back from start to finish.

The past is over, everything that the Yun family has given him, he repays him with years of loyalty.

For many years of hard work for the Yun family, in the end Yun Chi abandoned him just because he was unsatisfactory in one thing. In fact, he had already realized this fate.

He remembered the process of entering the Yun family--he crawled out of the mud pit, and climbed all night to the nearby ancestral hall of the Yun family. The first choice for Yun Chi, who came to worship the ancestor, was to kick him away.

He was kicked dozens of feet, his whole body was broken in many places, and he still refused to relax Yun Chi's feet. He did not ask Yun Chi to save him, but only asked him to help bury his mother. His persistence was shocked. Yun Chi looked down in astonishment before he changed his mind.

Yun Chi liked his perseverance and adopted him.

His adopted son, to the foster father, is, in the final analysis, a loyal subordinate.

All the Yun family members are not good, but he had adventures when he was a boy, and he became famous early. Yun Chi gradually discovered the usefulness of this son, and began to rely on him. By now, it was nothing more than a wipe out.

He came out of Taiyuan that day and didn’t know where to go. He had a whim, and wanted to walk again along the way Fuyao had walked on the Wuzhou Continent, so he went to Wuji, and when he was chased down, he suddenly He didn't react. He thought that his foster father's expulsion from him was a complete cut. He didn't want him to be killed, caught off guard and injured. Since then, the road of walking has been very difficult, but he never thought of going to Fuyao for help. ——He would rather die than appear in front of her like a bereaved dog.

In that way, I heard about Fuyao’s life experience and heard that she succeeded in Xuanji and soon changed Xuanji’s dynasty. He felt relieved that he couldn’t help but want to go to Dawan to see her. He took a peek and left. Before arriving in Dawan, I met Yalanzhu. Before Yalanzhu fell, he left a request. He naturally had to complete it first. He brought Yalanzhu to deal with whether it was his chaser or Yalanzhu's. The chaser or the internal turmoil in Fufeng, he went very slowly all the way, hiding in various tribes to the east, and staying in this tribe today, was originally rejected, but the patriarch’s granddaughter resisted the opposition and left him, and the tribe was ransacked. When he hesitated, he was afraid that there would be no one to protect Ya Lan Zhu after he shot. He didn't want that sword to pierce the tent, but suddenly saw her thinking about her.

At that moment, it was like a dream. For half a year, I was drifting away from the hardships, and the clouds disappeared. Just looking at the familiar and deep black eyes, I felt endless joy.

She is very good, better than good, which made him so at ease.

There was a lamp in the tent and the atmosphere was silent. Yun Hen was thinking about his mind, with a haggard expression with a clear smile, but Meng Fuyao was grinding his teeth, his eyes flashing red and murderous.

Old man Yunchi, this is the bridge demolished across the river. Not to mention that Yunhen worked in his Yun family for many years. It was the night when Taiyuan Palace changed. She had seen Yunhen's loyalty, if there were no Yunhen. , Qi Xunyi had long since succeeded. As a prince, his Yun family must be full of copycats. How can there be today's Taiyuan noble ministers, the glory and wealth of one person and ten thousand people?

Who is ungrateful anyway? I bother!

It’s also that I’m not good, busy with the messy affairs, ignoring that Yun Hen might be blamed for the loss of the Zhenwu Conference. In other words, she actually thinks that Yun Chi will be dissatisfied, but she feels that she has lived together for many years, even without family affection. Feelings, don't want this old dog to be so unfeeling, not only expel him, but also kill him!

The evil of human nature is always beyond her imagination!

Meng Fuyao was furious, and took three deep breaths in a row to get his breath away. After thinking about it, he said: "When you come out, come out. The **** family stayed and dirty you. I will take it down when I have a chance and give it to you!"

"No." Yun Hen said immediately, "I never needed those."

Meng Fuyao smiled yin and yin, and said nothing, greeted Changsun Wuji to come in and look at Ya Lan Zhu, Chang Sun Wuji was also taken aback when he saw Ya Lan Zhu, he wrinkled her brows and said:" There are too many kinds of different arts of Fufeng, and the royal family is especially complicated. They are connected with each other before, and some of them may not hurt people, and I can't fully understand."

"What did the Beiye fight for!" Meng Fuyao squatted and cursed angrily, "I don't think everyone is comprehensive!"

"Ah, my lord, I saw you somehow--" There was a sound of horseshoes outside the tent, and then the curtain opened, and a man ran into the tent. When he rushed in, he wiped his tears at the corner of Meng Fuyao's clothes, "I again You have made a lot of money, but now you don’t need a rich country..."

Meng Fuyao took him away and said disgustedly: "Yao Xun, you belong to a tortoise! ​​Only now!" He dragged him to the carpet and said: "Princess Ya is not in Dahan. Why don’t you report me when you left?"

"Ah?" Yao Xun wiped his eyes and said in amazement, "Why is Princess Ya here? Didn't she go with her to Pandu? This and this...I don't know."

Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, her heart said that the eight achievement was a problem in Zhanbeiye. She squatted in front of Yalanzhu, wondering how this could be a good life. The alive little princess went out, and the zombie-like half-dead gave it away. Going back, Ya Lanzhu's parents wouldn't use a broom to drive herself out, right?

Master Yuan Bao suddenly got out of the arms of the grandson Wuji, looked at Ya Lan Zhu, rushed over, sniffed all over her, grabbed her collar and slapped her face, Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of his mouth— -Slap in the face can awaken people, so she has the surname of Yuan Bao!

As a result, Ya Lanzhu actually woke up!

She opened her eyes suddenly, glanced at Master Yuan Bao, and said very clearly: "The mouse is you, you want to kill me!" Meng Fuyao was about to run over, her eyes closed suddenly, and she fell asleep again. .

Meng Fuyao collapsed and scratched the wall...

Master Yuan Bao turned his head and squeaked to the grandson Wuji. Long Sun Wuji listened, and then said: "Yuan Bao said it's okay. Princess Ya has been tricked, but the other party seems to have no harm to her."

"Mouse knows different techniques?" Meng Fuyao caught the mouse and his eyes brightened.

Changsun Wuji shook his head: "It's just sensing. You can sense it more accurately when you get close to it. However, except for the person who performs the Fufeng Abnormal Art, it is possible for others to solve it without authorization. Don't act rashly."

Meng Fuyao fainted, thinking for a long time and said: "Come on, let’s discuss a specific route first. I have a few things to do when I come to Fufeng. First, I heard that the three tribes have a treasure hunt every year, which is the hottest in summer. , Treasure hunting in the Lost Valley with the most strange beasts, there are many rewards, this treasure, I want to grab the best, secondly, I want to go to Ohai Raksha Island, the gale once gave me a route map there, saying there There are things, his things are naturally good things, and what they don’t want are dumb hats. Third, send Yalan beads back to the Qiang King City-Mizong Mountain is in the territory of Shaodang, and Ohai is the inland sea bordering Thar and Faqiang. We will find the most convenient and labor-saving route in three directions."

"No need to look for it!"

A thunder suddenly exploded above the head. The nine-day thunderbolt made people buzzing even their eardrums. There was a "pop" and a bang on all sides. Then everyone suddenly found themselves in the middle of the wilderness. ——The tent suddenly burst, split into several large pieces and flew out, even the blanket on Ya Lanzhu was gone.

The tent was split in one sentence!

The sound of the wind was violent, like a steel plate rushing toward your face, and everyone rushed back. I only felt that a black shadow in front of me suddenly lit up, and the fierce red seemed to be burning for a long time. I heard someone Drinking in mid-air: "The old man takes someone away!"

In the time when these words were being said, the shadows of the people in the faint gust of wind swept one after another, and there seemed to be high-fives, cracklings, and screams. The grass under everyone's feet suddenly collapsed. For a few minutes, the Hokage was dark and bright, the fire dragon generally shot out from a distance, and the last "go" word was already several miles away.

In two sentences, the tent was destroyed, the blankets flew, the ground collapsed, and the unsteady crowd rolled all over the floor, and even a layer of turf was removed.

This person—in fact, most people haven’t figured out what it is that just appeared. They only know that it’s human words, but they didn’t even see the shadow from beginning to end, but the eyelids blinked, it seemed like a disaster Lightning.

Yao Xun was rolling in the ground. He was beaten by the slate-like wind with a nosebleed. It took a long while to cover his nose and muttered, "Who will you take? Inexplicably bright and disappeared, and no one was seen." ……"

He was still standing with Yunhen on his side, protecting Yalan Zhu, which was rolling in a mess, suddenly quietly said: "Less."

"Huh?" Yao Xun looked around, jumped up with a bang, and exclaimed, "My master--"

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"Do you know me, do you?"

"..."

"Do I know you?"

"..."

"Do you know my mom?"

"..."

"Then I know your mother?"

"..."

"You don't know me, I don't know you, you don't know my mother, and I don't know your mother, are you holding me dry?"

"..."

Meng Fuyao was angry.

An inexplicably red old man came from the sky, somehow rushed over and broke the tent and grabbed himself. In an instant five words of time, he and Zhang Sun Wuji Yunhen both attacked him, but the old guy picked him up. In an instant, he was deceived to catch Yalan Zhu. As soon as he rushed over, he took the opportunity to attack and carry himself away.

She endured the inexplicable anger and asked politely for a long time, hoping that the old guy opened her mouth to vent her anger and let her take advantage of it. She didn’t want this dead old man to say nothing, whether it was discussing himself with him. The relationship between his mother and the discussion about his mother's relationship with his mother did not touch him. It was really useless.

"The old man, the old turtle, the old man, let me down--" Meng Fuyao switched to a splashing attack method, trying to get the qi-orifice above his head to pull her into the dust, and it's best to pinch it to the one behind. In the arms of the endless guy, she has never missed that embrace so momentarily, "——you, an incompletely evolved life form, a genetically mutated alien, kindergarten-level high school student with congenital mongolia, frog head, Everest Snowman’s abandonment The killer blocked in the infant septic tank was crushed by Noah’s Ark. The new volcanic eruption of the hippopotamus. If you go to war, the cannonballs will fly towards you. All the places of interest you have been to will change into historical sites. The historical sites you have visited will become history... "

The old man in the red robe above his head suddenly touched his body, found out a dirty cloth ball, and shook his mouth in the noisy Meng Fu.

"..."

Meng Fuyao stared at the cloth ball in grief—from the shape and color of the material, it looked like a socks!

Smelly socks!

Smelly socks that haven't been washed for at least seven days!

She Meng Fuyao, her noble general Wuji, King Dahan Meng, Guo Shi Xuanyuan, and the female emperor Meng Fuyao of Dawan!

Mouth, stuffed, smelly socks!

Meng Fuyao was angry. Meng Fuyao squinted and glanced at the one in her arms. Master Yuan Bao was in her arms just now, and was taken away all the way. Now she is squinting against the wind and crawling out of her arms with difficulty. .

Meng Fuyao gestured with his eyes to Master Yuan Bao to rescue her from the nightmare of smelly socks, Master Yuan Bao panicked-no, it would kill the noble Master Yuan Bao!

Meng Fuyao's eyes turned gloomy--no? Really not? Are you sure? Are you sure you insist on your refusal and absolutely not fear any bad consequences caused by this refusal?

Master Yuan Bao immediately acted innocent—who said no? For you to go through all kinds of fires and brains!

It crawled hard-the red old man ran so fast that it was difficult to breathe at his speed. Any movement was like struggling in a tornado. Master Yuan Bao was struggling with white fur, so easy Climbing near the smelly sock, before raising his paw, a finger suddenly stretched out in the air, provoking it and throwing it back.

"Squeak--"

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, and it's over. With such a high-speed running and such a strong wind, the mouse must have been swept ten miles away.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that there was still a white ball dangling in front of my eyes-Lord Yuan Bao was not afraid of danger, and at the last moment he hugged the finger and put his claws on the plate.

The old man didn't take his finger back, so Master Yuan Bao was hung miserably, and the hair ball on the keychain was generally swaying in the wind...

The old man ran for a long time carrying a person and a mouse. From night to day, Meng Fuyao only felt the sound of the wind above his head, and even his hair was pulled straight like a flag. The wind made his skin stiff and his face was cold. Gritting his teeth and thinking, this one runs so fast and can run out of the grassland in half a day. It is really a good horse.

Sure enough, a stone mountain appeared in front of it, really approaching the border of the grassland.

The stone mountain is right in front of us, getting closer and closer, but this flamingo doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping at all. It still doesn’t slow down, fierce, wild, and seems to want to go forever. Xuegonggong crashed into the mountain like a rumbling.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes.

Forgive her for not wanting to see Wuji brand rat meat cake and Dawan brand Meng meat cake.

"Squeak--"

Master Yuan Bao's scream was like a sharp brake.

The flamingo brakes.

It's really a brake.

Like a train about to hit the top of a hill, the driver slammed on the accelerator and stopped, and the passengers couldn't help falling forward due to inertia.

Meng Fuyao fell out.

She flew out with a "swish", and when the flamingo stood dangerously half a person away from the rocky mountain, her beautiful nose had crossed the half-person distance and was about to do it with the hard mountain wall. Close contact that is difficult to control.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and waited for the fate of his Meng meat pie.

"Call".

Suddenly his body was violently pulled, and suddenly stopped. Meng Fuyao heard his bones "crunch" because of the inertia of the force, as if he had forgotten to oil the shaft after a long time.

She opened her eyes, her long eyelashes swept away a little dust from the mountain wall, and an angry bird whose nest was shaken off above her head flew up, and then Meng Fu shook her head to cool down. ——A tuft of bird droppings, falling from the sky.

……

Meng Fuyao's teeth rattled, slowly raising his eyes and staring at the tall old man above his head.

The red robe is as bright as the sun; the red face is so red that the Shandandan flowers bloom brightly; the bald head and the shiny scalp are not hairless. This baldness is not a baldness. It is probably the result of practicing foreign kung fu , A pair of bull's eyes, Meng Fuyao's eyes are not small, but the two eyes together are not worth his.

With a wide mouth, big nose, big ears, big hands, this old man is big in everything, but he is not very tall, but Meng Fuyao thinks this looks is deterrent enough, especially when looking at people with big eyes and lightning It's like a smash and a smash, and it shocks people. If you are taller, it will suffocate people.

"Take a rest." The old man cracked his mouth and laughed, and Meng Fuyao was suddenly dizzy—too noisy!

Too noisy, too noisy, too noisy! Talking by one person is like three hundred people quarreling!

How could there be such a high pitch in the world? No wonder the previous sentence tore the thick cowhide tent.

The old man caught Meng Fuyao in front of his eyes, carefully examined it for a while, and unsatisfied with it, he stretched out his hand and took off her mask, looked again, and looked up and down.

Meng Fuyao was full of goosebumps in his hair lined up, and he wanted to protest. The old man remembered the mission of smelly socks, grabbed the socks, and smothered the noble Empress of Dawan from the north with a smelly socks. Rescued from his tragic fate.

As soon as Meng Fu shook his mouth free, he began to question: "Dare to ask why you arrested me?"

"Look." The old man was still watching.

"Did you see anything?" Meng Fuyao asked.

"No," the old man shook his head, "He looks average, he has an average body, and his **** is not big enough and his **** are not big enough."

His voice spread rumblingly. Meng Fuyao estimated that people in half of the grassland could hear her. She closed her eyes in shame—ah, a thunder descended from the sky and deafened the grandson Wuji who was chasing after him for a second. Bell, let him not hear these words!

This flamingo can't talk to him. With this tone, the world knows what to say.

"I said...Why do you want to watch?" Meng Fuyao lowered his tone and asked thief.

Sure enough, the old man also subconsciously lowered his tone, and replied thiefly: "Apprentice and daughter-in-law, of course, the old man must pass the screening."

It's a pity that this flamingo, even if he lowers his voice, is almost equal to a hundred people arguing with their throats.

Meng Fuyao was at a loss: "Apprentice's wife?"

The old man squinted and smiled: "Actually, I don't know what he likes about you, but if he likes me, it will be fine."

Meng Fuyao realized that talking to a flamingo was equivalent to talking to a chicken and duck, so he had to hit the center: "Your apprentice? Who?"

"Wild." Flamingo squinted at her. "Old man's apprentice, who else is there besides him?"

"Zhan Beiye? He wants you to take me captive?" Meng Fuyao stared suspiciously at his bulbous head.

"The old man heard that you are unruly." Flamingo said solemnly, "My wild son's daughter-in-law should be gentle, frugal and frugal, and her husband should teach her son, and her husband and wife should follow the virtues and words of her husband. Teach you."

"He asked you to educate me?"

"The last time I saw him in Pan, the kid didn't say a word to the old man, he wouldn't know if he didn't talk about him? It's up to him to see him like that!" The self-talking old man squinted his eyes and smiled triumphantly. , "Ask Xiao Qi'er, you will know when you ask."

The chicken and the duck can tell whether it’s good or bad. In short, Zhan Beiye didn’t know about it, and this is a patient with lover syndrome, a type of human with chicken skin, crane hair and mother-in-law, abbreviated as: Ji Po .

Meng Fuyao became serious, raised his eyes, and looked up and down, left and right.

"What are you doing?" A hundred people are arguing.

"Look." Meng Fuyao replied.

"Do you see anything?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyao gazed at the red egg with affectionate tears, and said in deep memory, "I have never seen anything so archeologically valuable like you."

"Archaeology?" Flamingo was stunned, and the tone of the interrogative sentence rose directly to the decibel of 400 people arguing, "Which martial arts?"

Meng Fuyao sighed, forget it, no matter how you turn around and scold this old guy, it's all in vain.

The flamingo suddenly raised his head and said to the opposite side: "Hey, kid, what are you doing? This is the daughter-in-law of my apprentice. If you are not married, please stay away."

Meng Fuyao turned his back and tapped the acupuncture points. He couldn't see the grandson Wuji, but he heard him still lingering with laughter: "Oh? Really? But you made a mistake, senior. Well, this is the daughter-in-law. What's wrong with the younger generation chasing their own wife?"

"Fart!" Flamingo glared, "My apprentice likes my apprentice's wife, where is the outsider's turn!"

"It turned out to be your apprentice." Changsun Wuji smiled, "But don't you know? Last year, your apprentice lost a bet with me and lost her to me."

Meng Fu shook his mouth, lied and deceived the eldest son Wuji, what did you lose to you? What bet me? Could grandma fall to the point of betting you? I will give you a little bit of money first, and when I pluck this bird's feather, I will go back and clean up you——

"Lose to you?" Flamingo widened his eyes, half-believing, "Why didn't I hear?"

"Here." Changsun Wuji seemed to take out something and shook it, and said with a smile, "You don't know this, do you? This was originally the betrothal gift given to Fuyao by Emperor Han, but now I have lost even the offer. People are mine."

The old man "sizzled--" above his head, clearly recognized, and Meng Fuyao also silently "sizzled--".

Changsun Wuji, you are ruthless.

You have been carrying the offer of Zhan Beiye all the time, and you lied and lied seamlessly. You fooled other masters in front of you. Poor Zhan Beiye, knowing that he would send troops south, and smash the monument of Immaculate Boundary.

The flamingo's pitch was lowered, and it seemed to be a little bit worried about this thing, and muttered: "How could Ono lose all his wives? No, no."

He stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me!"

As soon as he grasped all sides, the wind shook his face tightly, and the knife cut across the faces.

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said: "Oh, senior, don't scare me. If I'm scared, my hand will be soft. Your family's heirloom baby will be gone. After marrying the queen, what do you use as a bride price?"

The old man snorted heavily and shook Meng Fu shook his head, saying: "The old man no matter who you win or lose, the old man only takes care of the good apprentice and daughter-in-law. Since she hasn't married you yet, the old man is responsible."

Meng Fuyao protested with his eyes—I don’t need you to be responsible!

"Okay." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "You are responsible for yours, I am responsible for mine, you are responsible for training her, I am responsible for chasing her, and we will not interfere with each other."

The old man still objected, and the eldest son Wuji smiled and said: "What? Do you have to expel me? Okay, the younger generation will immediately post an article to the Seven Kingdoms, and the master of Emperor Dahan captured me. The future queen of Promise, not to allow prominence of Promise, the top ten leans on the strong to bully the weak, and Emperor Dahan bullies others..."

"Whatever you want!" The fiery thunder yelled and turned around.

Meng Fuyao was buzzing for a while, and finally recovered easily, only to hear Thunder say: "The old man just listened to your discussion, do you want to go to the Lost Mountain? The old man is going to go, and teach you all the way." /

He took out a few crumpled pieces of paper from his arms and muttered: "It might be useful to ask specifically... Starting tomorrow, the old man will take you to learn art!"

As soon as Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, he heard him say to the piece of paper: "The first day, learn embroidery!"

"..."

"The next day, carry the girl!"

"..."

"The third day, learn cooking!"

"..."

"Fourth day, learn sewing and tailoring!"

"..."

"Fifth day, learn etiquette!"

"..."

"Sixth day, study..." The old man's red face suddenly seemed to be redder, and he desperately lowered his tone, which was about the equivalent of fifty people arguing, "...The Heart Sutra of the Lady of the Eighteen Techniques in the Chamber! "

Meng Fuyao spurted blood...

God, strike a thunder to kill this super cock!

Does he want to cultivate a queen or a socialite or a Japanese AV actress?

After Lei Dong finished reading, he felt very satisfied. Carrying Meng Fuyao, he strode towards the goal of the perfect and standard Queen Dahan's growth path...

Meng Fuyao carried him on his shoulders, his eyes filled with tears and blurred, and for the first time he stretched out his tearful hands for help to the grandson Wuji behind him.

"Mamma Mia, Prince Prince, save your poor future*Mutoran..."