Min Jiageng listened for a while and secretly laughed in his heart: "What this old man said makes no sense! When fighting, how can you keep in mind that this punch is empty and that kick is real? My punch was obviously empty, but suddenly it became real, why not?" You thought my kick was solid, so you quickly dodge. When I saw you dodge, the solid turned into a weak one. The next kick you thought was a weak one. If you don't dodge, I turned into a solid one and kicked you hard on your ass. Is it weird that you don't fall like a dog and eat shit?"

Min Jiageng had known that his ancestral martial arts skills were a hundred times better than Yue Sheng's, but the Haian Logistics boss was famous all over the world. He said Yu Sheng Fist, as long as he attacked him, he could knock him to the ground with three punches and two kicks, making him unable to get up. At this time, I heard him talking about the art of boxing and kicking to three juniors, but he was rigid and rigid. I also learned that his martial arts was very limited. He was really lucky to have been in the logistics business without being beaten to death for so long.

In fact, Yue Sheng was not unlucky. His martial arts achievements were indeed extraordinary, just because Min Jiageng himself learned the best magical skills in the world. As the saying goes: Climbing Mount Tai will make the world smaller. He didn't know that he had climbed Mount Tai. He was surprised to see the low mountains at a glance, but he was short-sighted.

Yue Sheng taught for a while and then ordered the three of them to try the moves. Zhou Yinbing and Wen Wenxin were really fighting. Wen Wenxin's martial arts foundation was much higher than Zhou Yinbing's. Although he was a beginner in the through-arm combo, when Yue Sheng was not paying attention, he suddenly used the Wanlan Group's majestic piercing fist and sandwiched it between the through-arm combo. Zhou Yinbing inexplicably received several punches in a row, causing his nose to bleed, and he retreated. Yue Qing followed, Wen Wenxin deliberately gave way and gave her a few punches. Seeing Yue Qing's kick, he yelled "Ouch". Wen Wenxin had already fallen to the ground before her foot was swept, and it was only then that Yue Qing's kick hit his leg.

Zhou Yinbing said loudly: "I won't practice anymore! You and the young castle master can play it real and fake!" He turned around and walked out of the forest. Yue Sheng's face was gloomy, hey hey twice, and left. Wen Wenxin wanted to stay and talk to Yue Qing, but Yue Qing said, "Young Lord, please go back first. I will rest for a while and come back." Wen Wenxin responded: "Okay!" Seeing her serious face, he did not dare to disobey, so he followed Yue Sheng and his son back to the castle.

Yue Qing breathed a few sighs of relief, spread out his fists and feet, and practiced Cha Quan for a while. Min Jiageng was hiding in the grass and saw Yue Qing's graceful figure. He punched her and her sleeves fell off, revealing half of her arm. She was as tender as snow and as round as jade. Min Jiageng wanted to take a closer look, so her sleeves fell down to cover her arms. I saw Yue Qing's left leg kicked out high, her toes almost reaching her top, and her trousers hanging down, revealing a section of white flesh on her calf. Min Jiageng was only a teenager at this time and could not yet understand the meaning of men and women, but he had just begun to have a love interest and he already knew how to appreciate the beauty of women. Yue Qing was young and beautiful, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a plump figure and fair skin. Although she was not a stunning beauty, she was so gorgeous that no matter which man saw her, he couldn't help but take a second look at her. Min Jiageng saw the white flesh of her arms and calves, and couldn't help but grow half of his body out of the grass to get a better look.

Yue Qing practiced Cha Quan for a while, was out of breath, and felt tired. Seeing no one around, he threw himself up and lay on the grass, humming a ditty softly: "Let me become a beautiful horse and gallop with you in the end of the world. Together, we will protect the ancient myths and legends and never wither. Pick a beautiful sunset and let it bloom in the end of the world. My heart will be melted, and my dream will arrive..." The voice is soft and graceful. Min Jiageng had never heard such a soul-crushing sweet love song in his life. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled the branch of a shrub. The branch was hard and thorny, and the thorns pierced his palm. Min Jiageng didn't feel that he was holding Yue Qing's little hand and listening to her gentle instructions: "Let me turn into a beautiful horse and gallop with you to the end of the world..."

He only expected Yue Qing to continue singing along, singing a few lingering and affectionate love words, but he heard Yue Qing's speech was blurred, and she only sang repeatedly: "Let me become a beautiful horse, galloping with you in the end of the world..." After singing a few more lines, the song turned into a gentle snoring. The weather was warm, and after she practiced boxing and kicking hard, she actually fell asleep on the grass.

Min Jiageng crawled out from the grass gently and stood next to Yue Qing. He saw her lying on her back with her arms on her sides, a clump of black hair scattered behind her head, a few beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a small cherry mouth under her straight nose, and her lips trembling slightly. Min Jiageng felt a strong impulse in his chest and wanted to pounce on her and bite her. He immediately turned around and ran away, jumping up the tree. He expected that even if she woke up immediately, she would not be able to recognize him or catch up with him.

This was just a childish thought, and he didn't dare to do it anyway. I thought: "After Sister Qing realized it, she neither ignored me nor hit me. She just pushed me away without saying a word and went back to complain to them. When I returned to Wenjiapu, everyone laughed when they saw me and shaved their faces to shame me. What should I do? I have no choice but to commit suicide by drowning myself in the river, and I don’t want to do it anymore, and Brother Hui won’t dare to see her anymore!” He stood beside Yue Qing, and saw her tall chest rising and falling with her breathing. Looking down, he saw her bottom shirt lifted up, revealing two or three inches of her white and tender belly. He didn't dare to look down anymore. He looked up and saw that her top three buttons had been undone, revealing her white and tender neck and deep cleavage. A thin gold necklace hung around her neck, hanging down to her chest.

Min Jiageng's heart was beating wildly, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. He just thought: "If Sister Qing is willing to let me kiss her face, kiss her snow-white head and neck, and don't push me away or laugh at me, no matter what you want me to do, you can do it." So. I am willing to turn into a puppy and lie down at her feet... She wants to transport goods with her father. No matter how fierce the strongman comes to rob the goods, I will take care of her. Her father is not good at martial arts, and her brother is not good at it. The young castle master is useless. I am the only one. Min Jiageng could help her. Even if there were a thousand strong men with high martial arts skills, I was the only one who could protect her. The strong man slashed me with wounds all over my body, but I finally fought back. Sister Qing held my hand and sang, "Let me." Turn into a beautiful horse and gallop with you to the end of the world...' She touched the bleeding wounds all over my body and said with tears: 'Good brother, you suffered so many injuries for me and defeated the strong man. I don't know how to repay you...'"

He stared blankly at Yue Qingying's red mouth, his mind filled with random thoughts. Suddenly, the small mouth slowly opened, a charming smile appeared at the corner of the mouth, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, and he let out a long sigh. Min Jiageng thought this smile was indescribably beautiful. He didn't understand it at all. It was the smile of a woman who was missing her lover. I saw her arms stretched out, hugging a phantom in the air, her sleeves drooping, revealing two snow-white arms.

Min Jiageng was shocked, turned around quickly, and ran quickly. He reached the foot of a big pine tree, jumped up, stepped on the branches, and hid among the leaves. I saw Yue Qing sitting up, then standing up, humming softly: "La la la la la... la la la la la... the warm sunshine, the melodious music of the maqin nine days away, is the most dazzling light..." Singing in a low voice, he slowly left the forest. Little did he know that in Yue Qing's heart, there was no trace of the little kid Min Jiageng. She would not dream about Wen Wenxin, nor Zhou Yinbing. What she dreamed about was the elegant, handsome, and handsome young man she saw on the stage that day.

Yue Sheng was old and losing blood, so he couldn't sleep deeply at night. At three o'clock that day, I suddenly heard a click outside the wall. Someone accidentally stepped on a dead branch. Boss Yue has traveled all his life, and as soon as he hears the sound, he knows that someone is passing by at night outside the house. However, there is only such a sound, and there is no sound again. It is impossible to tell whether the person is heading east or west, or is hiding on the wall and watching. Although he was a guest in Wenjiapu, his master was kind to him and treated him with deep affection. He valued the safety of Wenjiapu as much as his own home. He quietly got up, took out a soft gold whip from under the pillow and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the door gently, jumped up to the wall, and suddenly saw a dark shadow outside the fort shaking, and someone running towards the back hill.

At a glance, he saw that this man had gained quite a lot in his Qing Gong, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Cao Hu's heart is still alive, and he is causing trouble again? This happened to me, how could I stand still?" He immediately jumped out of the wall, accelerated his steps, and chased the black shadow. He ran for tens of feet, but there was no trace of the black shadow. He thought in his mind: "No, don't fall into the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain." He quickly rushed back to Wenjiabao. But hearing that there was silence all around, I felt a little relieved, but doubts arose again: "This person Shicai has extraordinary skills and is really a strong enemy. But seeing that he is thin and small, he is very different from Cao Hu. I wonder if some good person in the world has arrived?"

He grabbed the soft whip, twisted it in his palm a few times, and walked towards the back of the castle to see what was going on. He jumped more than ten feet and was about to reach the end when he suddenly heard the faint sound of a golden blade chopping the wind in the west. He screamed secretly: "I'm ashamed, someone is really coming, but I don't know who they started with?" He stepped up with his feet and stood up. Although Boss Yue was old, he was still very agile. He put his left hand on the wall, turned over and landed gently on the wall. He followed the sound and found that the sound came from a brick house behind him. But it is strange to say that the two of them just fought in silence, without shouting or cursing, and their weapons did not collide. He knew there must be something fishy going on, so instead of rushing in to help, he looked through the crack in the window and almost laughed.

But the room was empty, with a lamp like a bean on the table. Two people, each holding a steel knife, were circling and fighting fiercely. One was the young master Wen Wenxin, and the other was his mother, Mrs. Wen. The mother and son were practicing their sword skills.

He only looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but gasp. He saw that Mrs. Wen's attacks were fierce and her sword skills were exquisite. They were very different from the old Long Zhong in the day. Wen Wenxin's Bagua sword skills were also very powerful. It turns out that not only Mrs. Wen usually hides her secrets, but Wen Wenxin also deliberately conceals his martial arts. He usually taught Wen Wenxin only fists and kicks. He was not good at swordsmanship, and Wen Wenxin never mentioned it. Unexpectedly, this young man was very accomplished in weapons.