Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 103 The Idiot Brothers
Hong Qigong approached Huang Yaoshi with a smile.

Glancing at his greasy fingers, Huang Yaoshi stayed away calmly, not wanting to talk to him.

Throwing the chicken bone casually, Hong Qigong rubbed his nose, took the big lacquer red gourd he was carrying, took a sip of the fine wine, and said with a smile:
"The old beggar will go to bed first, remember to call me for dinner at night, Rong'er is back, and the old beggar can't miss her craftsmanship."

The voice just fell.

Hong Qigong sleeps on the grassy field under the peach tree with a big lacquer-red gourd on his head—sleeping on the ground.

"Senior Hong?"

Yang Guo tried to call out a few times, but Hong Qigong didn't respond, he took two steps forward and pushed, but Hong Qigong still didn't move.

"No need to shout, Brother Seven doesn't want to wake up, so he won't wake up." After casually saying something, Huang Yaoshi asked: "Miss, the old man asked you about something, but you haven't answered yet, so I don't know who your master is."

Xiao Longnu shook her head lightly, "I don't know Master's name either."

"Oh, it's a strange thing that there are apprentices who don't know the name of their master in this world."

Huang Yaoshi showed some surprise, thinking that Xiao Longnv didn't want to talk about it.

However, there are many people in the Jianghu who are not willing to reveal their master's heritage, and Huang Yaoshi didn't care.

Xiao Longnv looked sideways at Yang Guo, her cherry lips moved slightly, "Guo'er, isn't it strange not knowing Master's name?"

Yang Guo shook his head, smiled lightly and said, "It's not surprising, it's good to keep important people in mind, names and so on are just code names."

Xiao Longnv nodded, seeming to agree.

Staring at Yang Guo who spoke, Huang Yaoshi's tone suddenly became cold.

"If you don't even know the name of your master, how can you be considered a disciple?"

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Senior, it doesn't matter whether it counts or not."

Huang Yaoshi couldn't see the expression, but after looking at Yang Guo for a long time, he suddenly laughed twice.

"That's right! If you tell others what to do without knowing it in your lifetime, wouldn't it be ridiculous! Hahaha..."

Huang Yaoshi's sudden change made Xiao Longnv feel a little strange, but she didn't care.

"Let's continue practicing swords later."

Yang Guo smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's continue!"

After the words fell, the two continued to practice the jade girl Suxin sword technique.

Huang Yaoshi jumped onto the peach tree, leaned on the branch, took the jade flute from his waist, and put it under his lips.

The melodious flute sounded, and with the few peach blossoms falling from time to time, ripples were rippling.

Time passed quietly.

A blurry full moon rising in the east corresponds to the setting sun that is about to disappear.

On the tree with brilliant peach blossoms, Huang Yaoshi used his fists as a pillow, closed his eyes, and barely breathed.

Under the tree is Hong Qigong, who is sleeping in a really unattractive position.

Yang Guo took a glance, but couldn't tell whether they were really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping.

After drinking some tea, Yang Guo looked towards a corner and asked, "You three come out, it's not interesting to hide."

Guo Fu, who was peeking, flashed surprise, not knowing how she was discovered.

She obviously felt that she was hiding well.

Pretending to be calm and coughing twice, Guo Fu strode into the courtyard.

"Yang Guo, why is my grandfather here with you?"

Yang Guo glanced at Huang Yaoshi on the tree, "How do I know, why don't you ask him?"

Guo Fu paused.

Huang Yaoshi has traveled all over the world, and he is not on Peach Blossom Island all year round.

Guo Fu was not very familiar with her grandfather, so she was still a little afraid of him.

And Huang Yaoshi has lived in Xiangyang for so long.

It is also because Guo Jing has been assassinated frequently since the incident of Dashengguan, and his injuries have not improved for a long time.

Although he doesn't like his stupid son-in-law.

But you can't really see him die here.

Seeing that Guo Fu stopped talking.

Wu Xiuwen wanted to shout, but when he saw Hong and Huang who were sleeping, their voices immediately dropped.

"Hey, Yang Guo, come out, we two brothers want to compete with you in a dignified manner."

Wu Dunru took a step forward and said to himself, "That's right, we want to compete with you."

Hearing this, Yang Guo was very surprised, he didn't know how the two Wu Xiuwen had the courage.

"Auntie, he said just now that he wanted to compete with me, did I hear wrong?"

"You heard me right, they did say they wanted to compete with you."

Wu Xiuwen was furious and said with a suppressed voice:
"Yang Guo, don't look down on people anymore, if you have the ability to come out, see if we two brothers don't beat you all over the place,"

glanced at him.

Yang Guo didn't say anything, he pressed his palm on a corner of the stone table in the patio, and quickly used the Destructive Claw.

I saw that the stone table, which looked like a stubborn stone on weekdays, turned into tofu at this moment.

Yang Guo easily grabbed a piece of it.

Holding the stone in his palm, Yang Guo crushed the stone into powder with internal force flowing.

Open your palms.

The powder drifted with the wind and disappeared within a few breaths.

Seeing this, the Wu family brothers were terrified, they didn't know how Yang Guo did it.

"Dawu and Xiaowu, do you think I, Yang Guo, are a persimmon because I haven't really made a move in front of you?"

Wu Xiuwen's face turned red, "Yang Guo, don't be complacent, I can do it with a yang finger!"

Yang Guo was surprised, he thought he had misread, a strange light appeared in his eyes to check the internal strength of the two again.

After reading.

'Hmm... one slap per person. '

Guo Fu patted Wu Xiuwen on the shoulder, brows beaming with joy.

"Xiao Wu, use your yang finger to show Yang Guo, and tell him to look down on people less in the future!"

Looking at Guo Fu, who was charming and charming beside her, with a smile like a flower, Wu Xiuwen was greatly benefited.

Wu Dunru's personality was more dull than his younger brother's, his face was blushing, and he said hastily:

"Fumei, I can do it too. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms taught to me by my master are very powerful. I have already practiced the third move, Seeing the Dragon in the Field!"

"Brother, when did you master it, why didn't you tell me!"

"Tell you what to do, anyway, you can't beat me."

"Wu Dunru, don't think that you can beat me if you practice the third move. I didn't practice my Yang Finger in vain."

……

Seeing them all want to fight themselves.

Yang Guo was speechless, seriously feeling that what he was facing was a few brats, wasting time.

so far.

The weakest ones who can be regarded as opponents by Yang Guo are Huo Dou and his ilk, and the Wu family brothers are really not qualified.

"Auntie, let's go back to the room. I feel that if I stay any longer, my head will become stupid."

Xiao Longnv smiled helplessly, and lowered her head slightly, "It's wrong for Guo'er to make fun of others."

Yang Guo nodded solemnly, "Understood, aunt, I won't do it next time."

Seeing Yang and Long getting up to leave, Guo Fu hastened to stop the Wu family brothers.

"Stop arguing, they are all leaving."

"Brother blames you, you insist on arguing with me! Now that they're gone, we can't fight..."

puff--

"You still blame me! Don't you yourself..."

puff--

Seeing the brothers from the Wu family standing there without saying a word, Guo Fu hurriedly asked:

"Da Wu! Xiao Wu! What's the matter with you, talk, why don't you move?"

On the peach blossom tree, Huang Yaoshi shook his head and withdrew his fingers.

"Fu'er~ go find your mother, don't make any noise."

Guo Fu was startled, knowing that Huang Yaoshi had been woken up, she lowered her head and muttered, "Grandpa, what about them?"

quiet--

Unable to get a reply, Guo Fu rushed to Huang Rong who was directing in the kitchen with a feeling of grievance.

(End of this chapter)