Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an's eyes were blank, not knowing why she was so angry for no reason.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and while he was perfunctory, he observed secretly.

"Last night I was overworked and tired, so I came here to take a bath... National Teacher, have you had lunch yet?" Xu Qi'an smiled.

Hearing "excessive work", Luo Yuheng's fair face was flushed twice, and he glared at him angrily:

"I'm looking for you for dinner."

The two returned immediately, and came to the bedroom as warm as spring. Qing Xingyuan's maid brought a long table, which was filled with porridge, meat buns, pastries, deep-fried dough sticks, pickles and other breakfast meals.

Luo Yuheng didn't eat anything else, he was holding a bowl of white porridge, and Lan Huafinger pinched the porcelain spoon, drinking in small sips.

"This should be the "anger" in Qiqing. As the name suggests, it is irritable and irritable. I have to deal with it carefully later."

Xu Qi'an pondered while observing her.

The national teacher is still the same national teacher, cold, glamorous, with a little cinnabar between his brows, like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks.

Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream.

However, Xu Qi'an has already understood how hot and ecstasy the national teacher's body is, how delicate and elastic his skin is.

I actually slept with the beauty whom Emperor Yuan Jing couldn't ask for. At this moment, recalling last night, Xu Qi'an still had some dreams.

"Have you seen enough?"

Luo Yuheng raised his eyes and glared at him with tenderness and anger.

I'm already asleep, so I took a few glances to see what's going on. Xu Qi'an murmured in his heart, and then his eyes fell on the swollen chest of the national teacher.

Benedict!

A chopstick flew in quickly, piercing the table in front of Xu Qi'an.

"Eat, eat!" He looked away and drank the porridge silently.

After breakfast, the two of them didn't talk or make eye contact. Once Xu Qi'an admired the national teacher's face and figure secretly or openly, she would get angry.

Luo Yuheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up indifferently, and walked towards the bedroom with lotus steps.

While walking, the hem of the Taoist robe swayed slightly, looking light and graceful.

"It's okay, don't disturb my practice." She said lightly.

The bedroom door was open, Xu Qi'an turned to look back, and found that the quilt cover and bed sheets from last night had already been changed.

A white embroidered lotus apron and a pair of white soft silk trousers are hung on the inner screen.

boom!

As if sensing his gaze, Luo Yuheng closed the door with a particularly loud sound.

"Feeling the emotion of "anger" made her even more unreasonable, frowning and raising eyebrows at every turn, as if I was just a tool person who needed to go to bed.

"I really feel like my aunt, or an English teacher"

He slowly grabbed a clean sweat towel, wiped his hands and mouth, walked to the bedroom door, and knocked.

Luo Yuheng ignored him.

Xu Qi'an presumptuously pushed the door open, glanced around, and suddenly found that the silk trousers and apron were missing.

Luo Yuheng sat cross-legged on the bed and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

The Luo Yuheng in the past was cool and calm, and would not have too many mood swings, so it gave Xu Qi'an a sense of superiority.

Unlike now, he gets angry and angry at every turn. Although he is not a good temper, he has a lively air.

"The fire of karma has subsided, let's consolidate your practice later. Shall I take you to the garden?"

Xu Qi'an came to the bedside and held Luo Yuheng's smooth and delicate catkin.

He thinks so, the relationship between the two parties is more like the words of the matchmaker ordered by the parents, the bridal chamber first and then the relationship is cultivated.

Fortunately, Luo Yuheng doesn't dislike him, and even has a good impression of him, although it is far from the level of sex.

But now that he knows the basics, he has to change his thinking and work hard to warm up the relationship between the two.

After all, I can't expect Luo Yuheng to chase me, Xu Qi'an thought to himself, suddenly saw a flash of anger in Luo Yuheng's eyes, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and a shadow jumped to plan to escape.

But found that the body can not move.

"National teacher?" Xu Qi'an hurriedly said: "If you have something to discuss."

Luo Yuheng glared at each other: "What did I tell you last night? This is just a deal. Don't think that after the double cultivation, you will be my Taoist companion and you can do whatever you want."

"It's Meng Lang." Xu Qi'an admitted his mistake and put on a good posture.

Luo Yuheng snorted softly, then let him go, closed his eyes and meditated: "Go out."

The temper of the angry personality is more difficult to provoke than the original version of the national teacher, irritable and easy-to-face, if she hadn't admitted her mistake just now, she might have been thrown away by her sword

Well, more proud and reserved. Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief.

He walked out of the bedroom, breathing in the fresh air. When he passed by the window of the bedroom, the door opened with a "bang". Luo Yuheng sat cross-legged on the bed, and his voice was cold:

"where to?"

"Go to the brothel." Xu Qi'an pouted.

"What did you say?" Luo Yuheng raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Say it again."

Xu Qi'an sneered, and deliberately stabbed her: "The national teacher doesn't care whether I go to the brothel or not, we have nothing to do, it's just a transaction."

Luo Yuheng's chest rose and fell, and he waved his hand to close the window.

"Then I really went shopping in a brothel?" Xu Qi'an yelled towards the window.

"roll!"

Xu Qi'an did not leave the Green Apricot Garden immediately, and asked the servant girl to prepare food, change clothes, wash things and so on.

He found an unoccupied room, took out the pagoda, and threw it lightly.

The pagoda of the Buddha swelled and became bigger, and the spire of the pagoda almost pierced through the ridge of the roof. With a thought, Xu Qi'an entered the pagoda.

When I came to the third floor, I saw Mu Nanzhi and Ta Ling sitting opposite each other, imitating a monk with hands clasped together, eyes closed and meditating.

What's going on here? Xu Qi'an put the package aside and said, "Nan Zhi, I brought you some clothes and food."

Mu Nanzhi remained unmoved, still meditating with her eyes closed. The little white fox rushed over with a "whoosh", sniffing while twitching its nose. While muttering:

"Is there no fruit? I want to eat fruit."

Xu Qi'an slapped it flying, angrily said: "Get out of here."

If it wasn't for this little thing, I wouldn't have faced the Shura field. The concubine is still staying in the inn, waiting for me to go back like a fool.

The little white fox was beaten again, crying and saying:

"I don't want your food, you are not good at all, you just know how to bully us."

Aggrieved, it walked back to Mu Nanzhi's side, leaped vigorously, hooked its two front paws to the edge of the table, and then kicked its hind legs wildly, climbing onto the table.

It sobbed for a while, until Xu Qi'an put the pastry in front of it.

The little white fox glanced at the pastry, and turned his head away with a strong backbone.

"You don't eat?"

"snort!"

"Then I'll eat it myself. Well, it's really fragrant, soft and sweet, and it's wonderful. There is also this meat bun, the soup is overflowing, and the dough is firm. Oh, there is only the last piece left."

The little white fox's ears twitched.

"It's a pity that a certain little fox won't eat it, so I just have to eat it myself."

"Eat and eat."

The little white fox lost all his strength, turned his head, plunged into Xu Qi'an's arms, and said softly: "I want to eat, I want to eat."

Xu Qi'an rubbed its head, fed it breakfast, saw Mu Nanzhi still had a cold face, sighed, put down the little white fox and left.

To deal with Mu Nanzhi, he actually has many ways, but the double cultivation is not over yet, most of the time he just coaxed her, and then had a conflict.

Or, she used this to propose a clean severance with Luo Yuheng and the request that no communication be allowed after the double cultivation.

At this time, the martial arts conference has been held in Yongzhou City as scheduled, and the venue is located in Dajiaochang, Southwest.

The martial arts conference is open to people from all walks of life in Yongzhou (without Yamen records), the first stage is the audition, and all applicants can participate.

After the audition, the top 100 will be determined.

The second stage is the top 100 list, and the 100 strong players who win will play in qualifying.

This set of lists imitates the top 100 lists in the Central Plains.

The owner of Dragon God Castle, Lei Zheng, and the owner of Gongsun Family, Gongsun Xiangyang, are the top 100 players in Jianghu, ranking 71st and 80th.

Xu Qi'an changed his appearance again, turned into an ordinary man, and sneaked into Dajiaochang.

This place was originally the barracks of the city defense army, but it was abandoned and abandoned for many years. Although it looks dilapidated, it has a large area.

When I came to the Martial Arts Field, I saw a sea of ​​people.

Xu Qi'an stood outside the crowd and took a look at the newly built arena from a distance. At this moment, two young heroes were competing with swords.

The moves and means can be said to be omnipotent, and they don't talk about martial arts at all, just to kill the opponent and win the victory.

Dirty is a little dirty, but at least there is no such wild way as sensational swordsmanship and public opinion swordsmanship.

"There are a lot of people, come here to search every day in the future, and you will definitely find the Dragon Qi host."

He held the fragments of the Book of Earth in his palm, and his spiritual thoughts spread like ripples in all directions.

Soon, the surrounding "scenery" was fed back to my mind in its original form.

A burly man in the south, his eyes only staring at the ring, his body was close to a woman, and he pressed his big rough hands on the woman's round buttocks, kneading them vigorously.

On the left side of the burly man, a thin man with a blade in his hand was silently cutting open the man's wallet.

A teenager in the north is also doing the same thing of stealing wallets.

Skipping these various people and things, Xu Qi'an caught a dragon energy host, who was watching the battle in the crowd, with his hands on his knees, as if he disdained the battle in the arena.

"It is the host of scattered dragon energy."

Xu Qi'an didn't act rashly, because he couldn't tell whether this person was a wild host or a bait.

In Yongzhou City, if he was not one of the nine Dragon Qi hosts, he would rather give up than take any risks.

The ripples of his divine sense penetrated the crowd of spectators and spread towards the barracks. Not long after, another dragon energy host appeared within his sensing range.

This is a two-entry yard, extremely dilapidated, and it looks like it hasn't been maintained for many years.

There are a group of people sitting in the outer hall, and the dragon energy host is among them.

"It's still scattered dragon energy hosts, even if it is such a grand event as the martial arts conference, even if there is more than one dragon energy host in Yongzhou, it is not a normal probability to appear here at the same time at the same time.

"Of the two Dragon Qi hosts, one must be the bait, or even both of them. Huh? Gongsun Xiangyang?!"

Xu Qi'an saw Gongsun Xiangyang in this group.

In the outer hall, Gongsun Xiangyang was sitting on a big chair, and behind him were the children of the Gongsun family.

Sitting on the same level as Patriarch Gongsun was a young man with gentle brows and eyes, a smile on his face, and a spring breeze.

Behind the young man, from left to right are:

A stern-faced boy with a gun; a beautiful and moving girl; an old Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe; a blue-eyed southern Xinjiang man wrapped in a colorful robe; a charming woman with a delicate face and a bright look; A majestic burly man.

And, a middle-aged man with a sword on his back. This middle-aged man has no expression on his face, but there is an emotion of resignation in his eyes. He is the host of dragon energy.

Who are these people? Xu Qi'an's gaze rested on the girl for a while.

At the age of less than 20 years old, the figure has already begun to take on the graceful figure of a mature woman, with big and round eyes, thick eyelashes, and a sharp chin unique to girls.

Like Xu Lingyue, she is a very pretty girl, but Xu Lingyue is a girl next door, soft and weak, at least on the surface.

And this girl, with cold and serious eyes, has already begun to take the shape of a strong woman. In a few years, she should be the same type of woman as Huaiqing.

Then, he looked at another beautiful woman, this woman was charming but not coquettish, gorgeous but not vulgar, with a unique temperament.

"I probably haven't seen her before, but her aura makes me feel like I've seen her somewhere before, and I feel like I've seen her before." Xu Qi'an muttered in his heart. At this time, he heard Gongsun Xiangyang say with a polite smile:

"How are the heroes called?"

Lei Zheng is a martial idiot who doesn't like to meddle in affairs, so the host of the martial arts conference is Gongsun Xiangyang. He was invited here by this group just after he finished his speech today.

This group of people was extremely terrifying. With Gongsun Xiangyang's level at the peak of the fifth rank, he could only initially figure out the depth of the young man with a gun and the slovenly old Taoist priest.

Others can't see through at all.

Gongsun Xiangyang had a bold idea. Most of this group of people are fourth-rank masters.

It's just that this guess is too shocking. In the arena, the fourth-rank warriors are the big bosses. Only in places like the capital, where there are so many masters, will they appear in groups.

Dafeng Thirteen Continents, a single continent has a population of tens of millions, or even tens of millions, so there are only a few fourth-ranks.

"Ji Xuan."

The only sitting young man with a gentle temperament smiled.

"Hero Ji!"

Gongsun Xiangyang cupped his hands again and again.

Ji Xuan and Xu Qi'an frowned, the surname Ji made him extremely sensitive.

The young man who called himself Ji Xuan said with a smile: "We are from Qingzhou. I heard that Yongzhou is holding a martial arts conference. I came here to see the excitement and gain insights."

After a pause, he took out a portrait from his arms, placed it on the table, and said:

"Patriarch Gongsun is a prominent figure in Yongzhou. I would like to ask Patriarch Gongsun for a favor."

Regardless of whether Gongsun Xiangyang agreed or not, he said to himself: "I will be very grateful for helping me find the person in the portrait."

Naturally, Gongsun Xiangyang would not refuse. He took the portrait with both hands, examined it carefully, and said with a smile:

"It's easy to say, easy to say. When there is news, I will definitely send someone to inform you."

It's just looking for someone, it's a trivial matter, there's no need to offend this group of people.

Ji Xuan nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Besides, there is another small matter."

Gongsun Xiangyang put on a posture of listening.

"I would like to trouble Patriarch Gongsun to help you pay attention to a person. There is no portrait of this person. His name is Xu Qian."

Ji Xuan took a sip of tea.

Xu Qian's Gongsun Xiangyang's heart suddenly trembled.

PS: Please ask for a monthly ticket. I have something to do today. I have been busy during the day. I have time to update it after I go home.