After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1134: Routine Mr. Wang Hill

Su Rui got up extremely early today.

He didn't have the habit of staying in bed before, but yesterday Qianming shamelessly insisted on sleeping in the same bed with him. He was not honest in his sleep. He talked in his sleep, grinded his teeth, kicked the quilt, and made gestures. He woke up all night due to Su Rui's torment. several times.

Su Rui wanted to kick him awake several times and let him roll on the floor to sleep, but in the end he resisted. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply stopped sleeping and got up for morning exercises.

It was only early in the morning and the roosters had just begun to crow.

After Su Rui practiced sword practice for a while, Luo Junheng came over.

He stopped and looked at him in surprise, "Get up so early?"

Luo Junheng said: "I didn't sleep."

"Didn't sleep?"

As soon as Su Rui asked the question, he realized what was going on.

He held his breath and uttered three words, "Old! Whore! Stick!"

Luo Junheng thought to himself: Who asked you to get such clothes for my Xixi?

He broke off a branch from the side, pinched off the leaves and branches, and said to Su Rui, "Come on, let's practice with you."

Su Rui knew that he had been holding back a fight with him for a long time, just practice and practice.

The sword in his hand was a real sword, so it was naturally no match for the branch in Luo Junheng's hand, so he put the sword away and put it aside, and went over to break a branch.

In this way, the competition between Western swordsmanship and Chinese swordsmanship began.

……

I don’t know how long the two of them fought.

Until dawn, the disciples on duty came to the yard carrying brooms and yawning. They were shocked when they saw the broken branches falling all over the yard, "There was a typhoon last night?"

"Even if there is a typhoon, it won't blow the branches like this, right?"

"Is that haunted?"

The ghost story that Senior Brother Yuntian told them last night still lingered in everyone's mind for a long time. Everyone subconsciously felt that a ghost was coming, and they heard a low scolding coming from the pavilion next to them, "What the hell is going on?"

The disciples were startled and stepped back one after another. The master was more terrifying than a ghost.

Seeing Su Rui, the disciples bowed and saluted, "Good morning, Master."

Su Rui said with a straight face: "It's not windy, and it's not haunted. Your uncle and I practiced for a while in the morning. You gather these branches and bundle them for firewood."

"Yes."

It turned out that the uncle and master had broken the branches, and they felt relieved.

A disciple asked curiously, "Master, did you and my uncle fight? Who won?"

There are these unlucky kids who ask questions when they shouldn’t.

"What does fighting mean? We are just competing."

Su Rui corrected his apprentice's wording seriously, "What's the outcome? Even if your uncle loses, you can't laugh at him."

"Uncle lost?"

The disciples' eyes lit up one after another, "Master, did you beat uncle?"

Su Rui coughed lightly, "What I'm talking about is even if it's just a hypothesis, do you understand? How do you learn from books? Besides, is winning or losing so important..."

But the disciples cheered and ran around telling each other: "Elder brother, the master's swordsmanship beat the uncle! The uncle competed with the master in swordsmanship, and the master won!"

"..."

Su Rui looked at the few disciples who were like wild horses and couldn't hold them back. Youyou sighed: He didn't let these unlucky kids go out to brag.

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked leisurely in the pavilion.

Well, the weather is really nice today.

*
When Luo Junheng returned to the room, Yan Xi was still awake.

When he went over and kissed someone, they woke up.

Yan Xi opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you...so sweaty?"

"I'm fighting with Su Rui." "Huh? You guys are fighting?"

Yan Xi's voice was soft and waxy, and he was also very concerned about the outcome, "Who won?"

When brothers compete, they won't hurt each other, so winning or losing is very important.

Luo Junheng smiled softly and said, "He won."

In the last competition, Su Rui discounted the one in his hand.

Yan Xi raised his eyebrows, "Arui won, are you still so happy?"

Luo Junheng said: "I asked him to make me a set of ancient costumes, the same style as yours. When the time comes, I will put them on and show them to you. You can call me my husband again."

Thinking of how many hundreds of times she called her husband last night, she still hadn't heard enough.

Yan Xi blushed and glanced at Luo Junheng.

"I knew you were trying to trick people."

Luo Junheng said: "If I don't make that old guy happy, can he do it for me?"

He leaned over and kissed Yan Xi on the lips, "You sleep a little longer, I'll take a shower and come back to sleep with you."

Yan Xi said "hmm" softly.

Watching Luo Junheng's tall figure leaving, her eyes fell on the gauze hanging on the clothes hanger. She really wanted to see what Aheng would look like wearing ancient clothes.

It's hard for him to lose to Su Rui just for a suit of clothes.

Yan Xi thought of the childish competition between the two brothers and smiled helplessly.

*
Messoorie is really a good place for self-cultivation.

After staying here for a day and a night, Yan Xi felt both physically and mentally comfortable.

Although Su Rui always has a stern face, Meisuli's disciples are very good at coaxing people. Perhaps they are used to coaxing Su Rui. They all have sweet and clever mouths, many clever ideas, and interesting and delicious food. Many, coaxing Yanxi happily.

When Yan Xi is happy, Luo Junheng is happy.

The nephews were also rewarded by their uncle. They received the red envelopes one after another, and everyone had a share. In the end, they just played a game and hid the red envelopes in every corner of Messuli and let them find them by themselves. Find whoever it is.

Yan Xi has always been generous. When she came, she took out a box of cash and gave the children red envelopes. It took a long time to wrap up the red envelopes, so they should be distributed so that they would not be wasted.

At the beginning of the game, all the disciples dispersed and disappeared in a swarm. Then they started jumping up and down, tearing things apart. When Su Rui saw this posture, his face suddenly changed, "Little bastards, take it easy, don't do it." Destroy the house!”

What kind of things does he raise?

*
When Yan Xi was about to leave, Meisuli's disciples were reluctant to leave. They looked at her with tears in their eyes and begged: "Auntie, please stay for a few more days~"

Qian Ming also came forward, "Yes, sister-in-law, Messuri is so nice. You can live here as long as you want, and you don't have to worry about my brother Hill."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Junheng hit him on the head.

"What?"

Yan Xi smiled and said: "I can't bear to leave you either. Your uncle and I will come back. Next time we come, we will bring you red envelopes."

Luo Junheng and Su Rui spoke at the same time——

"I won't bring it next time."

"Don't bring it next time!"

Su Rui snorted coldly, "In order to find the red envelope, they almost turned over a whole mountain. They are a bunch of bastards who have never seen the world. Please put the dismantled things back together first, otherwise, huh, I’ll tear you apart!”

The disciples all agreed, scratching their heads and laughing sheepishly.

Then he said to Yan Xi obediently: "We don't want red envelopes, we just want auntie."

"Your eldest aunt is mine."

Luo Junheng declared his sovereignty very domineeringly, "I won't give it to anyone who wants it."

Su Rui was beside him, rolling his eyes wildly.

Oh great.

(End of this chapter)