Sorcerer

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In the feasting and stilted building, Lao Que was having a banquet with two distinguished guests.

These two distinguished guests were not very old, but Lao Que did not dare to ignore them, because they were messengers from the Great Hall.This is the second time for these two envoys to stop at the Lao Mansion. It was the first time they came to stay for one night, and they were very happy. []

Having met for the first time, Lao Que naturally knew the hobbies of these two distinguished guests, fine wine, beauties, and the gorgeous fireworks that made half of the sky red.With these embellishments, Lao Que was finally able to sit at the same table with the two distinguished guests, chatting and laughing.

"Brother Yu, Brother Shao, things must have gone well in Hengziling this time?" Lao Que stroked his wine-stained lips with his big sleeve, and looked at the two honored guests with admiration.The honored guest with small eyes on the left is still full of youthfulness. In terms of age, he is obviously younger than Lao Que, but this does not prevent Lao Que from calling him brother in the slightest.

The senior special envoy at the head drank the wine in one gulp, and said angrily: "That old guy Wen Song doesn't know how to flatter him, he said he is old and doesn't want to go out of the mountain."

Lao Que quickly filled up the wine for him, and said flatteringly: "Yes, the old guy is toasting and not eating fine wine. I can't see it for a few days, and the old guy has to kneel in the barbarian ditch and kowtow to plead guilty."

The special envoy surnamed Yu snorted coldly and stopped talking, but the young envoy surnamed Shao opened his mouth and said, "When we go back to Palace Master Bingming, he will be attractive to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of Gusong Venerable Wen Song The beautiful granddaughter felt a little itchy in her heart, she glanced at Qu Huayin's chest, and made small movements with her left hand under the table, distorting everyone's smile.

The special envoy surnamed Yu squinted his eyes slightly to pick up the food, and said unhurriedly: "Xiao Lao, we have also heard some rumors on the road these two days, and there is something wrong with the invitation letter of the commander. "

Lao Que hurriedly smiled flatteringly and said, "It's all rumored by fools outside, so the two big brothers don't care about it."

The man surnamed Yu nodded slightly, and said: "For this meeting, all the well-known masters in the cultivation world are invited. If the teacher can attend, I'd better let him attend as much as possible."

Lao Que hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, if the master comes back, the younger brother must present an invitation letter to the old man immediately. By the way, Brother Yu, who will be invited to attend this barbarian meeting?"

The special envoy surnamed Shao interrupted: "There are too many, like Kong Xuan from Wusongjian, Fu Shanxiong from Daluocheng, Sha Wujing from Liushahe, Lu Zhishen from burning Liangshan... Anyway, there are famous masters on the ground in the northwest, There are basically invitations."

The names mentioned by the Special Envoy Shao are all well-known masters in the cultivation world in the northwest, even better than Venerable Hanyan, and Lao Que was very excited to hear it.He calmed down a bit, and exclaimed: "It's really a gathering of heroes. Compared with the Lanchi meeting, this scene is probably not much worse. By the way, Brother Shao, what is the reason for your faction to hold this meeting? ?”

"Can you inquire about this?" The special envoy surnamed Yu opened his eyes slightly, with a rather hesitant expression.

Lao Que was startled, and quickly apologized: "Young brother deserves to die, younger brother deserves to die."

"I don't know how to compliment!" The special envoy surnamed Yu snorted coldly, raised his glass and drank it down.

"Yes, yes." Lao Que lowered his head, concealing the humiliation and hatred in his eyes, and when he raised his head, he was smiling again, and said to Qu Huayin, "Miss Qu, hurry up and give the two distinguished guests a drink." liquor?"

Qu Huayin bit her lips lightly, picked up the jug with her slender and beautiful hands, and handed it to the special envoy surnamed Yu on the left.The special envoy suddenly grabbed Qu Huayin's little hand and rubbed it, teasingly said: "Miss Qu, it's really good for a beauty to serve wine, but Yu doesn't like jugs." He stroked his lips lightly, with a teasing smile on his face.

Qu Huayin was a little embarrassed, and asked Lao Que for help with her eyes.But Lao Que turned a blind eye to it, turned his head away, and happened to see his father Lao Shijing standing outside the door and beckoning to him.Lao Que complained to the two special envoys, walked out the door, looked at his father with a gloomy face, and said, "Is this the place you should come to?"

Lao Shijing said: "Young Master Gongzhitong is here, he is clamoring to see you in the living room."

This Gong Zhitong is Lao Que's elder brother. A few years ago, Venerable Han Yan once said that Gong Zhitong is the No. 1 disciple of his sect and one of the most likely to inherit his mantle.Because of Venerable Hanyan's words, Gongzhitong's reputation has always been good, and it faintly tastes like No. 1 under Hanyan's sect.

Lao Que's face was as frosty, he snorted coldly, and said, "What kind of thing is he? No see. You go and perfunctory him away."

Lao Shijing said in embarrassment: "I tried it, but he just stays in the living room and refuses to leave."

Lao Que snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the living room.

"Shiwa!" Lao Shijing hurriedly called to stop his son.

Hearing this title that he hadn't heard for a long time, Lao Que's anger surged up, he turned his head and stared at his father with displeasure.

Lao Shijing murmured: "Listening to his words, it seems that he has got some rumors. Otherwise, let's not go to this conference. We can live a good life like this. We have a house and a property. Year……"

"Shut up!" Lao Que interrupted his father's words unceremoniously, "You don't care about my affairs, just be your rich man in peace." After finishing speaking, he went to the living room without looking back. Only Lao Shijing was left sighing in the corridor.

Gong Zhitong's appearance is not good, with a short forehead and protruding lips, he looks a bit like an ape. At this moment, he is fidgeting on the chair, more like a monkey who refuses to live in peace, holding a teacup and looking back at the door from time to time, Lao Que just stepped into the living room , was discovered by him, quickly dropped the half-drinked tea, jumped up and said, "Junior Brother Lao, what's the matter with the invitation letter from the Great Xingdian?"

Sure enough, it was this matter, Lao Que sneered, and said: "Anyway, it's none of your business, what are you asking about?"

"Don't think I don't know, that invitation letter belongs to Master, you withheld it privately, just to flatter Da Xingdian and those seniors present at the meeting." Gong Zhitong has always been irritable and immediately tore his face.

Lao Que sneered and said: "Senior Brother Jiu told you these words, with your brains, you are assigned to be a gunman."

"You..." Gong Zhitong was a little annoyed, "Don't worry about who told me, do you admit it or not?"

"So what if you admit it, does it have anything to do with you?" Lao Que was full of disdain.

"Okay, just admit it." Gong Zhitong nodded again and again, "I am the eldest disciple of Master, even if Master is not free to attend this conference, I should go for him. Hand over the invitation letter." The hand reaches out to Lao Que.

"Are you going to embarrass our Hanyan lineage with your unlucky sharp-mouthed monkey cheek?"

"Presumptuous!" Gong Zhitong's appearance has always been a pain in his heart. At this moment, he was ridiculed, and he immediately jumped into a rage, pointing at Lao Que and said: "You, disrespect brother, Master is not here, so I will discipline you on behalf of Master." Clenching his fingers into a fist, his eyes glared suddenly, his whole body jumped out suddenly, and hammered towards Lao Que's chest.

Although Gong Zhitong has a grumpy and stupid temper, he has followed Venerable Hanyan for more than 78 years. In terms of cultivation, he is the best among the [-] disciples of Hanyan. With this punch, his power is steep, like a thousand-uniform giant rock Rolling down the hillside, it rumbled, as if it was about to smash the mountain peak down.

Lao Que immediately blessed the artistic conception of the Hanshan Drum, with a flick of his muscles, he slammed his fists fiercely on the opponent's wrist, deflecting the opponent's fist, and then bent his elbow like a horn, like a raging bull, towards Gong Zhitong's neck Butt against the neck.

Gong Zhitong raised his shoulders, carried Qianjun with all his strength, and flew Lao Que's fist into the air, then immediately hit the ground like a bell, his head shook like a drum, and slammed into Lao Que's chest.As soon as Lao Que stepped on Gong Zhitong's side, his body seemed to be glued to the opponent's body, and he used his knees and elbows to attack close to him continuously. The shadows of his elbows and knees fell continuously like lightning, and he never left the opponent's vital point every time.

Gong Zhitong weaves Dongshan strong bamboo, his back is as slippery as loach and as firm as a turtle shell, despite the opponent's constant blows, he is like a strong bamboo in the wind, insisting on the green hill not to let go, his body sways eastward and westward, trying to hit the opponent from all angles.

Both of them are students of Han Yan's sect, and they have the same artistic conception. Although they each have their own development and bias, they still know the basics on the whole. In addition, their cultivation levels are similar, and they stalemate for a while, fighting endlessly in the living room.Gongzhitong's artistic conception is calm, like an old tree standing on the ground, with solid roots and branches, but Lao Que is like a tough ancient vine, entangled around the old tree in various ways.

The scene was tight and fierce, and the two dared not use each hand. Fingers, fists, elbows, knees, and bodies flickered within a narrow range, and the air was squeezed and struck, making a series of thunderclaps.

After being entangled for a long time, Gong Zhitong became more wild and fierce as he punched more and more. Every sweep of his punch would bring out a series of howls.The half cup of tea on the tea table bounced uneasily under the vibration of the air, splashing a piece of the table.

Lao Que's fists became softer and smoother, but he was still affected by the opponent's fists, his footsteps became more and more sluggish, and he made clear footprints on the stone slab in the living room.

The situation was difficult, Lao Que forcibly got out of the battle circle, panting and said: "Senior Brother, just stop, the invitation letter is just for you."

Gong Zhitong looked at him coldly and said nothing, standing on his legs like a horse, jumping about.

Lao Que took out a brocade letter from his pocket, glanced at it briefly, and threw it to Gong Zhitong.

Gong Zhitong took it, looked at Lao Que coldly, opened the letter and said: "The little brat also wants to grab things from me. When I followed Master, you were still wearing fucking pants." As soon as he finished speaking, he Feeling that the index finger seemed to be pricked by something, the whole body immediately became soft as mud, unable to move.

This is a thousand crisps!The famous drug on the mainland.

Gongzhitong immediately turned Yizhi, but Yizhi seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, it was extremely slow, before the artistic conception was completed, Lao Que hit his chest with an elbow, spouted blood and flew backwards, hitting the pillars of the house Go, let the whole living room tremble.

It is said that Qianjuesu can make people dream for thousands of years, but the spirit of Jingxiu is strong, and the efficacy of the medicine is greatly reduced. Gongzhitong has recovered as soon as he landed. His chest is sunken, and his ribs are obviously broken, and the dark red blood Seeing the pieces of internal organs gushing out of his mouth, with a big bloody mouth in his canthus, he screamed like an ape.

Gong Zhitong shattered the invitation letter in his hand, and shrieked triumphantly: "You are treacherous, you can calculate, so what? Without this invitation letter, we still have to break up."

Lao Que sneered and did not change, smashed the opponent's head with a punch, wiped his fist on the opponent's clothes casually, turned around and left the living room without even looking at the crushed invitation letter on the ground.

Lao Shijing was waiting anxiously not far from the living room, when he saw his son coming out, he immediately went up to greet him and asked, "What happened?"

"There is a dead body in the living room, drag it to feed Xiao Hei." Lao Que walked straight past without stopping.

Soon came to the back garden, saw Qu Huayin standing in the corridor outside the stilted building, lying on the railing in a daze, Lao Que strode forward, stood behind Qu Huayin, and said coldly: "What are you doing out here?"

Qu Huayin was taken aback, turned her head around quickly, and stammered, "They... are a little..."

"Don't you know what you're here for?" Lao Que's tone lacked any warmth, "Flesh and flesh business, do you still want me to erect an archway for you?"

Qu Huayin's complexion changed slightly, she bit her lip lightly, lowered her head, and walked silently towards the Diaojiaolou.

"Who is your dead face for?" Lao Que's voice came from behind, "Have you been a bitch for so many years, haven't you learned how to seduce men?"

Qu Huayin smiled wryly, took two deep breaths, and suddenly a charming and gentle smile appeared on her face, her eyes were full of professional temptation.

The two entered the stilted building one after the other, and the two special envoys in the building were already impatiently waiting.The special envoy surnamed Yu was not interested in doing those gossips again, so he hugged Qu Huayin together, put his right hand through Qu Huayin's neckline, and started to move in his belly pocket.But seeing Master Qu's chest began to heave, as if a strange beast was crawling inside.

Master Qu bit his lower lip lightly, weeping in embarrassment, as if his footing was unstable, his weak and boneless right hand rested on the crotch of the special envoy surnamed Shao.She seemed to get up several times, but was rubbed by Special Envoy Yu in various ways, and her body was soft and soft. Only the small pale hand, which was used to pressing the flute, was supported under the crotch of Special Envoy Shao several times, making the green-faced Youth panting like a cow.

Lao Que sneered slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

The wine is slightly cold, just like this deep night.