Magic card gods

Qian Tongqian was thin and short, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, with a look of insufficient kidney water, prominent cheekbones, and deep-set eye sockets... But at this time, his two eyeballs almost popped out, and the sky covered the sky. The mouth opened slightly as if the jaw had been dislocated, and the saliva actually slipped from the corner of the mouth!

He heard a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was going to be stuck in his own phlegm in the next second!

Qian Tongqian: Good! nice! So handsome! So masculine! Good man~ (roughly that’s what it means)

In short, Qian Tongqian turned his head to see Wei Yuan, and was attracted by his already good thick eyebrows, big eyes, and shining head, and was also taken away by the impact of various blessed temperament and high charisma attributes.

The main reason is that this grandson's willpower is too weak, like no one, so he is more susceptible to this kind of influence.

This wasn't a spell, so it couldn't be blocked by the expensive evil-proofing item on his body.

He was in a daze for four or five seconds, until the folding fan in Qian Tongqian's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "click" that woke him up.

"Young master, oh no! Little master, little elder! I am willing to take refuge in a good man! Please come to my house to help me solve my doubts! I will give you all sixteen concubines in my house!"

Wei Yuan didn't look at him at all, but kept paying attention to the paintings hanging on the painting and calligraphy booth.

Let’s not mention the beauties. Traditional Chinese paintings focus on meaning rather than shape, so you say it looks good, but you don’t know exactly what looks good.

The main thing is the poem!

The font is slender, light, and soft, and it looks like it was written by a woman.

Qian Tong didn't even look at Wei Yuan when he saw him before, so he went to hold Wei Yuan's hand, "Little elder, there are quite a few calligraphy and paintings in my family, from the pre-Ming Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Anyway, my father is also a fake gentleman. I don’t understand. You go back with me, how about I give it to you?”

Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves and opened Qian Tongqian's hand, the remaining strength of his sleeves almost knocked him over!

"Young Master! Young Master!" Several scumbags rushed over to support their precious young master.

On the contrary, the two people who looked like bodyguards looked at each other with solemn expressions.

These two were not ordinary bodyguards, they were well-known in Zhejiang Lvlin, they were hired by Master Qian to protect his son with a lot of money. After all, his son often caused trouble and was beaten up by some passing experts.

They are not from the local area, so they run away after the fight, and you can't really retaliate desperately unless you are ruthless.

This beating is in vain.

The purpose of hiring two bodyguards is to protect his son from being beaten when he encounters a tough guy.

It's just that when Wei Yuan waved his hand just now, there was a gust of wind on the sleeves of the monk's robe, which surprised these two green forest heroes who were more knowledgeable.

This kind of strength is impossible without more than ten or twenty years of internal and external kung fu practice.

This little monk looks less than twenty years old, could it be that he has been practicing since he was drinking milk? !

The idea is tricky!

Don't mention it, Wei Yuan's ability is really similar to that of a hero in the rivers, lakes and green forests.

He didn't learn any spells either!

It can be refined, but this thing can't be used for fighting. Not before the opponent is refined into a ball of ooze when he slashes with a knife.

...

That Qian Tongqian, Young Master Qian almost didn't lose his shit when Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves, but he was not angry at all, but showed a very demented and wretched expression on his face like a peach blossom!

Qian Tongqian: My father never pushed me, he is so different! He is so strong! So mighty! I really like!

Qian Tong pushed away the servant boy who was helping him, leaned closer to him, glanced at Wei Yuan, cleared his throat, and recited the poem on the painting delicately:

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of blue silk is full of sorrow, looking at the moon to protect each other, only envious of mandarin ducks but not immortals. Ah~ so wet, so wet! This poem has written my heart, I want to put it Buy it and give it to the little elder!" As he spoke, he threw a few silver notes of one hundred taels to the scholar selling paintings.

At this moment, the scholar was no longer in Qian Tongqian's eyes.

He can't tolerate such vulgar fans!

Wei Yuan still ignored him, and asked, "Scholar, where did you get this painting?"

Qian Tongqian echoed: "Yes! Where did you come from?" Look at the little elder~

The scholar was so frightened just now, he thought that not only his chrysanthemum would be lost, but his wife would also be implicated! In the end, I didn't expect a young monk with a dignified appearance and an extraordinary temperament to ward off disaster for me!

"This, this painting was collected by me in a village by Pinghu Lake. The farmer said it was picked up several years ago! I don't know how it got there! The little master likes it, so I will give it to you! "

"Bastard!" Qian Tongqian immediately turned his face, "You need to give it to me! This painting, I want to give it to the little elder! If you dare to be troublesome, I will break your dog legs!"

Wei Yuan took out half a string of copper coins and threw them on the stall, carefully rolled up the painting and put it in the bamboo stick.

"Hey, if the little elder likes it, I have many more at home. Please come to the house to appreciate the little elder~"

Seeing that the other party was completely unmoved before Qian Tong, he quickly whispered: "If my concubines and young elders don't like it, there are still dozens of house maids and maids bought in the house, and I will let the little one The elder is satisfied! When the time comes, we..."

Tomorrow is Qixi Festival, and because of the existence of a scum like you, many book friends have become bachelors, and they still don't vote!

"Snapped!"

Then Young Master Qian started to move again while talking, now that Wei Yuan has put away the painting, how can he take care of these things?

A big slap in the face made Young Master Qian dizzy.

Because he only used three points of strength, he didn't directly slap the dry monkey to death, but a big red handprint was printed on half of Young Master Qian's face, and his nose bleeds profusely!

Those little servants wailed like a dead father, and quickly helped their precious young master.

That Young Master Qian didn't feel the pain, and he was still yelling: "It's cool~ comfortable~ Hit, hit well! It's so cool!" He looked so happy!

Wei Yuan became angry when he saw this, are you playing shaman with me here? !

When he kicked the bottom of the Zen stick, the Zen stick instantly raised up and hit Young Master Qian's crotch with a "snap".

The groaning stopped abruptly, Young Master Qian's eyes were about to pop out, his mouth was wide open but he didn't make a sound. As soon as the legs were clamped, he fell to the ground and was pumped!

"Asshole!"

"court death!"

Those two green forest heroes were furious at that time.

The little monk slapped his mouth too fast just now, neither of them could react. When they were about to make a move, their young master groaned, which caused the two of them to wonder whether they should make a move.

As a result, the little monk suddenly hit a chicken with a Zen stick, and it was a chicken flying egg, and he didn't even give the two of them a chance to talk.

If he can't take this monk down at this time, he will have to pay Master Qian to commit a crime!

I saw two people, one with the ring head knife, the other with two Emei stabs, one left and one right, one high and one lower, one light and one dark, and they attacked. The speed was extremely fast, and the moves were sharp. .

The two were good friends, and they worked together as bodyguards for two years. They knew everything about each other and cooperated with each other tacitly. This combination of attacks, even a master who is stronger than the two of them, has to leave something behind!

It's just that they only saw the strength of Wei Yuan's flick of his sleeves, and thought it was some kind of internal and external skills, but in fact it was just a regular expression of Wei Yuan's strength attribute.

In fact, Wei Yuan has huge advantages in terms of strength, physique and agility.

So Wei Yuan raised his Zen staff to block the plunging knife, and then he kicked in the face of the little man who leaned over and pierced his waist with the Emei.

With Wei Yuan's block, the simple swordsman suddenly felt a huge shock in his hand, and his mouth was hot!

Just such a block of counter-shock force almost made this green forest hero who has been using a knife for more than 20 years lose the guy in his hand.

But compared to him, it was the short Emei thorn. As the saying goes, every inch is short and every inch is dangerous, both for the enemy and for yourself!

The two joined forces to attract attention from the front of Pu Daoshou, and the Emei stab caused the main damage. The so-called combination of righteousness and odds wins!

In the end, Wei Yuan saw that the opponent was going straight to his waist, so he kicked out with hatred, and the face of Emei was flattened when he kicked down!

There was a crackling sound of bones breaking, and the entire facial bone probably collapsed. Even if he didn't die now, he definitely wouldn't live for a while!

Although the Emei thorn was a bit careless, the main reason was that Wei Yuan's attributes were too overwhelming. The added kick of the golden bell cover film is like being kicked by a giraffe. A lion can be kicked to death!

Wei Yuan became murderous, and he didn't hold back his hands. He moved down the dragon's Zen stick in his hand, and it was just like this that he punched his chest.

The Pu Dao hand gritted his teeth and slashed the knife to block, but with a "clang", the thick Pu Dao broke from it, and the Dragon Subduing Staff easily touched the chest, and there was another "click" sound!

Using Wei Yuan to rush into the midst of the seven or eight servants, raising his hand was like a big slap, and his foot was like a kick, even though he only used 50% of his strength, even if he was unlucky, he would be disabled! A beating is like a wild boar rushing into a cornfield.

Wei Yuan looked at the wailing disabled people all over the place, and at the onlookers who had already fled. Even the calligraphy and painting scholar took the opportunity to escape extremely excitedly.

He recited the Buddha's name: "Ami, my Buddha, withdraw!" He picked up the bamboo stick and ran to the city gate!

The chicken leg followed with a smirk on its face, its belly was dangling, and it just took advantage of the chaos to eat some delicious food. He also took the opportunity to touch that young master Qian, he had to take the silver ticket!

Those who do not vote, fight chicken with the Zen stick~