Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Boy Lin told you earlier that your lips were dead and your teeth were cold, why didn't you agree?" Feng Qingyang sarcastically said.

"This is in the past." Mu Renqing said.

He was a little embarrassed to mention this.

He fell in love with people from the Huashan School, but was picked out by Feng Qingyang, the ancestor of the Huashan School.

"Brother, do you know my apprentice Yuan Chengzhi?" Mu Renqing said with a smile.

There was a little pride on his face, and it seemed that Yuan Chengzhi did give him a lot of face.

"Yuan Chengzhi?" Feng Qingyang recalled the name, "That little apprentice of yours? I heard you said that he seemed to be the disciple of your friend Taoist Mu Sang, right? Then Taoist Mu Sang died, and you accepted Yuan Chengzhi. "

He remembered that Xia Xueyi's inheritance was also taken by him, and he didn't know if he had weakened the reputation of Mr. Golden Snake.

"Yes, that's him." Mu Renqing sighed slightly, "It's a pity that my old friend died at the hands of his junior brother Yu Zhenzi. Fortunately, Cheng Zhi has won the battle, and now the Golden Snake Camp has been set up in the border of Shandong. Everyone in the martial arts world praises the Golden Snake King."

"Golden Snake King?" Feng Qingyang whispered this nickname softly.

"He is amazing now." When Mu Renqing said this, he was quite proud, "He is much better than Huang Zhen and Gui Xinshu."

"It's not necessarily a good thing to be too famous." Feng Qingyang sighed slightly, "There are so many things in ancient and modern times that are just a joke."

When Mu Renqing heard Feng Qingyang's words, he felt that Feng Qingyang didn't seem very optimistic about Yuan Chengzhi.

"Brother, don't look at Cheng Zhi's youth, his current martial arts is probably not weaker than mine." Mu Renqing said.

In the eyes of many people, comparing one's own martial arts with a junior might be a bit demeaning, but in Mu Renqing's eyes, this is what he should be proud of.

"You lack xinxing, I hope your disciples are not like you." Feng Qingyang said.

Seeing Feng Qingyang criticizing himself again, Mu Renqing was a little unhappy.

But dare not refute.

"Brother, don't you sleep at night?" Mu Renqing said, "Will you go to Chaoyang Peak tomorrow?"

Feng Qingyang looked in the direction of Chaoyang Peak, he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been to Chaoyang Peak.

"talk later."

Feng Qingyang left three people behind, and then they disappeared.

Only Mu Renqing was left alone, still sighing in place.

"Brother's martial arts are getting more and more unpredictable."

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Lin Pingzhi took advantage of the darkness.

He sneaked down Huashan.

When Yue Buqun mentioned Jianzong, he had an idea.

Lin Pingzhi quietly touched the foot of the mountain.

There are more disciples patrolling the trailhead.

It should be Zuo Lengchan who stepped up his patrol.

Lin Pingzhi changed into night clothes, and took a piece of cloth from the system to cover his face.

But he felt a little strange, the cloth was soft and fragrant.

He took off the mask and saw that it was the obscene clothes of his wife.

Lin Pingzhi suddenly became embarrassed, and he quickly put away the obscene clothes.

"Never mind, let's go." Lin Pingzhi murmured.

A little under his feet.

The Fragrance of the Dark Ye Liu directly passed by one side at an extremely fast speed.

It's like a breeze blows by.

The disciples of the Songshan sect on patrol felt something strange.

"Senior brother, did you hear anything?" A Songshan disciple looked at the senior brother beside him.

The Songshan disciple beside him looked at his junior with some curiosity.

"What movement?" He looked around and found nothing, "There is no movement at all."

The Songshan disciple scratched his head, held up the torch and looked towards Lin Pingzhi's passing direction.

"Did I read it wrong?" He said with some self-doubt.

"Hey, don't think about it, how dare the people from Huashan come down." Senior brother patted him on the shoulder, "When the affairs of Huashan are over, go back to Songshan senior brother to treat you to a drink."

"Thank you, brother."

Hearing that there was wine, the Songshan disciple stopped thinking about it.

And our instigator, Lin Pingzhi, has arrived at a village near Mount Hua.

This is the camp of the Songshan School.