The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Mr. Yuan walked around her three more steps and said, "Why is that?"

Zhao Qingyi feels like an animal in a zoo or a circus to someone walking around her. She used to be the character who watched.

She is an arrogant woman, except for Shangqing holding a big cause and effect in her hand to ask for a kiss, she has never encountered a time when she is truly better than her, or when her freedom has been restrained by others.

Zhao Qingyi constricted her eyes and said, "My father is an official, and the emperor gave me a marriage to the prince. People in the world have some things that you have great abilities and can't escape. You said that my fate has changed. Why can’t the prince change? I’m innocent, so why let Cheng Wang step on my bones to accomplish his imperial career? I don’t owe him, I haven’t spent any money from him. God wants me to be trampled under their feet. , I want to step on them. One sentence for the prince, for the Guo family, you would have underestimated me, if I said that I was for the sake of the world, it would be a bit illusory."

Mr. Yuan said: "I'm afraid you, a woman, can really stir up the world."

Zhao Qingyi sneered: "Everyone lives in a different way. You can pretend to be a master in your mountain, and I will play my red dust."

Mr. Yuan walked around her and said, "But I am not like this. Since we have met, we must be better."

Zhao Qingyi said: "What is better? You are indeed a little bit higher than me in martial arts. It's not that you are smarter than me, but you are older than me. When I am as old as you, my martial arts will be higher than you."

"..." Mr. Yuan Qingjun's face was distorted: "If you dare to say me an old word, I will..."

"Old immortal, old not ashamed, old bastard, old gangster, old **** stick, old dog..."

What greeted Zhao Popi was his yin and yang palm technique, and the momentum was like a tide. Zhao Qingyi retreated seven or eight steps to remove this powerful skill, and then used his wonderful claw skill to deal with it.

Her claw skills are definitely stronger than Zhou Zhiruo's. Although it is a long time apart, she has been a real dragon for thousands of years. She is naturally proficient in claw skills. She has cultivated the Tao for thousands of years, and her moves are implicitly rational and changeable. .

Rao was a three-year-old Mr. Yuan who was practicing martial arts. He practiced for another 30 years after he passed on his master's kung fu at the age of 16.

Sometimes the two of them only used half of their moves to know that they couldn't win, so they changed their moves. The more they fought, the faster they saw two white shadows flying in the valley, and outsiders couldn't see their shots at all.

Zhao Qingyi felt that there must be few real practical martial arts moves, and those who talk about routines are all fancy, but only when encountering such a Xuanmen martial arts master did she realize that one move is impossible, and she has caused her legendary war for three hundred rounds.

She has never had a chance to let her hand work so vividly and to be inspired.

She was retreated by his strong wind and her palms and fingers were a little numb. Seeing that he hadn't forced her over, she hurriedly pretended to be forced with her hands, her hands trembled behind her back. And Mr. Yuan’s internal force was too eager, because her tricks were too fast and poisonous, and he also felt that blood was surging in his chest, but he paid more attention to pretending than her, and his face was still a beautiful man.

"You can't beat me." Mr. Yuan seemed quite sure on his face.

Zhao Qingyi kneaded her hands behind her back, crying secretly: Don't be disabled, she don't want to be a Venus!

"But you can't beat me. In that case, it's better to make friends! You are the host, you invite me to dinner."

"..."

Zhao Qingyi turned the subject, and she also knew that even though the pretending king had trapped her in this situation, he would never attack her in the martial arts competition.

So, with a Zhao-mang-like smile on her face, she walked a few steps and said, "Speaking of eating, your food here is really terrible! The meat is just a small dish of ham and a bird. The fruits are not fresh, the preserves are not delicious, and the fish are only as big as embroidery needles. Are you not poor? If you are stingy and can't bear the silver, you say! Silver, I have it!"

"..." Mr. Yuan's chest rises and falls, he pauses, and said: "Come here!"

He used his internal strength to make this cry and it spread out from a distance. Those disciples who didn't know where to flee because of their martial arts competition appeared one after another.

Mr. Yuan said: "Who prepared the meal?"

Two flower-like girls stepped forward and knelt down: "Master, the maidservant knows what's wrong."

Mr. Yuan raised his hand, and the rest of the people trembled, but they dared not intercede.

Zhao Qingyi didn't expect that he would just respond to him. He would have a half-life stance like this, and hurriedly shouted: "Shameless, men beat women!"

The strength of Mr. Yuan's palm finally moved away the girl who was kneeling on the ground, and did not smash their veins, which made the martial arts useless. Sweeping **** the open ground, the people next to him felt a shock on the ground.

Zhao Qingyi said: "Don't hit them, it's not bad that you can get a little fishy in your poor mountains and valleys."

Mr. Yuan said: "You are the one who says bad, and you are the one who says good, what do you want?"

Zhao Qingyi secretly said: What kind of operation is this? Don’t I say it’s not good or it’s useful?

Zhao Qingyi rubbed her hands, with an expression that seemed to suggest that Brother Monkey is going to eat ginseng fruit, and said: "Or we can go down the mountain and go to the Yellow River to help poking a meal. Their banquet is good."

Mr. Yuan smiled and said, "You just want to go down the mountain."

Zhao Qingyi said: "We have no grievances and no grudges. If we don’t fight and we don’t know each other, and make friends, how can friends hold back? My whole family is dead, and you are happy? Is it possible that you can’t beat me, that’s why this is the case. Hurt me despicably?"

Mr. Yuan said: "What's the point of arguing about vulgar things outside?"

Zhao Qingyi asked: "Then you live on the mountain and talk to yourself, eat, play chess, and play the piano all day long? What is the fun of being a human being, either you have no interest like you, or I have no interest like me, I think My life's interest is slightly better than yours."

Mr. Yuan couldn't answer, turned and left. Zhao Qingyi wanted to convince him to let her out quickly, and followed him, saying, "Old Yuan, if you have something to do, pull out the futon and sit down and talk, don't ignore people."

Mr. Yuan said: "You'd better not mention the old words."

Zhao Qingyi changed her words: "Xiao Yuan, no, my little grandson..."

Before Mr. Yuan lifted his palm, Zhao Qingyi slid far away, and Mr. Yuan was so angry that his chest was up and down.

...

At lunch, today the host accompanies the guests even though his face is not good. The gentle grandfather Yuan still bears it when he looks at the guests’ eating. He thinks: about eating with others is like this. He hasn’t been with anyone for more than 30 years. Sit together for dinner.

He endured it, and he got used to it.

Zhao Qingyi was full, wiped his mouth, and said, "Really don't let me go down the mountain?"

"let me see."

Zhao Qingyi said: "Then think about it quickly, I will find your apprentices to play with."

"What are you looking for to play with them?"

"Don't worry about it, it's not suitable for old...you're a small child to play."

"..."

Zhao Qingyi recruited those young girls. They knew that "Young Master Zhao" was a distinguished guest, so they didn't dare not listen, but they were not very afraid of her either.

Zhao Qingyi returned to her guest room and opened a small bet, but these children were afraid to place a bet, saying that the rules of the school weren't allowed to bet together.

Zhao Qingyi confided to herself that he couldn't bet, what else could he play?

Thinking that they would still play the piano and flute, so I asked them to take the instrument to talk about the rhythm, which had to talk about the act of being forced.

Zhao Qingyi asked why they played the piano and flute when they appeared.

The young man who took him at the beginning was named Jiu Er, and Jiu Er guessed that the man's girl was excellent in martial arts and was still a good friend of the Lord, so he also deliberately got close. (Note: The young and young girls in this group are named after the hexagram, the male is the Qian Gua, containing the number "nine", and the female is the Kun Gua, containing the number "six".)

So after being coaxed by Zhao Qingyi for a few minutes, Jiu Er said honestly: “If you don’t play music and show up, you will go away. Others don’t know how powerful I am, so don’t lose awe. And if we show up, we will serve the Lord. My destiny, quietly showing up for a while, no one will know that we are here. If no one takes care of us, wouldn’t it be a mistake? Is it to shout and post greetings back and forth? That’s too self-defeating."

As expected, there is a reasonable demand for acting! very powerful!

Zhao Qingyi leaned back on the ground with her belly happily, like a cute little panda. Many young girls were taught by their masters and old servants to pay attention to their manners. I was surprised that there was such a thing.

In fact, this place is just a leisure villa pretending to be the king. He naturally has secret dojos and industries in other places, and he can also control many sects and families.

Zhao Qingyi got up, leaned on the shoulders of a beautiful girl, and said, "I feel a little bored with your music on stage. It is very suitable for me to compose a few songs for you. Next time, you will go out. The Lord must be happy if you play it out."

Many young girls were very happy when they heard it. There was a girl in white clothes who prepared pen and ink. Zhao Qingyi recalled the score of "Lonely Shadow in Heaven and Earth" and turned it into a national music score. Because the Gong Shang Jiao Yu Yu of national music is different from modern music, she only has to change it slightly.

Then, she talked to them about the beat again. A young girl took the flute and played Zhao Qingyi's tempo, and another boy played the piano, the piano and flute were in harmony, and the free music sounded. The rest of the men and women did not learn a new song for a long time. , Can't help but sink in this song.

Zhao Qingyi knew that it was useless to meet a weird person like "Old Yuan Xiaosun Sun", so he spent a long time playing music with this group of young girls, and it was dark again.

Yuan Jing sent someone to call her for dinner, but she said, "I don't want to eat with him, and bring the meal to my house."

The person who passed the meal was scared but didn't dare to force her. This person was able to fight 300 rounds against the Lord.

Yuan Jing received his disciple's return, but the old face remained silent for a long time. No matter how fierce he is, if there is an apprenticeship at this time, I am afraid that he will be seen through and embarrassed if he moves.

Still serving Yuan Jing for fourteen years, the half-discipline and half-servant Chu Jiu Jiu tried his best to defend his face and said: "Master, there is something that a disciple doesn't know if it should be said or not."

Yuan Jing said, "What's the matter with you?"

The ninth day of the ninth day: "This... the martial arts talent of Zhao Gongzi is rare in the world, and it is no wonder that the master looks at him differently. However, he does not know the kindness of the master, and he is too young to avoid willfulness. Zhao Gongzi is going to go out. When the Lord is trapped in him, he will definitely make trouble. This is a loss of the Lord’s good intentions. The Lord must control him. On the one hand, he cannot always fight against him. On the other hand, he has to occupy the righteousness and go by. The father is in charge of the son, the brother is instructing his brother, and the husband is restraining his wife. Why don't the master... accept him as a... disciple on behalf of the old master. So the master is a brother and he is a brother, so how can the brother not listen to his brother? "

On the ninth day of the ninth day, I secretly said: I'm blind, I'm so pure and innocent, I simply forgot that the martial artist, Poppi, is a woman.

Although Yuan Jing is proficient in Yilixiangshu, he does not heal himself, and his actual experience of getting along with others on an equal footing is zero.

Yuan Jing was overjoyed, but this was a way.

Yuan Jing said indifferently: "Become a brother with her...Isn't that making her choose the cheapest?" He originally said that he would accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, but he almost missed it because he wanted to get married with her. Changing his tune and accepting apprentices on behalf of his teacher is also a "brother."

The ninth day of the ninth day said: "Master, Zhao Gongzi is young, strong in martial arts, and is also proficient in melody. It is also a pastime to leave her to compete with the master, or to talk about melody and poetry. These advantages of Zhao Gongzi may inspire the master. Kung Fu went further, and we also liked that Young Master Zhao came to the excitement."

Yuan Jingdan smiled and said, "Oh, you guys actually had such a plan, let alone, let me think about it."

...

Zhao Qingyi had always robbed Zhai Xianggong in front of him, so Zhao Yumeng really never thought that one day he would become a "Holy Monk-Zhao" and be robbed by a big monster on the road to the west. She was deliberately married to her.

Although her character is usually compared to Mary Su, the kind of man who gave birth to her and died for her has never appeared. The kind of man who liked her when he was a teenager but was not together ended up happily establishing their own small family. She and her family are still good friends.

Reasonable women have feelings, but most of the men they meet are rational but sincere men. The fate will cherish and trust each other, and death means that the fate is exhausted, and the role will no longer exist.

She really didn't know what was going on right now, a fierce woman couldn't change her mind for a while.

Moreover, she was an ancient married woman who had no Yuanyang to provide for her cultivation, and she would not be immortal if she ate her meat. If she eats her meat, she will live forever, she will see if she will live longer if she eats the dandruff that has accumulated for a year.

Yuan Jing is not a Confucian disciple at all, so he doesn't care if a woman does not marry two husbands or anything. He also helped the Guo family to inherit the country from his ancestors; and he was good at physiognomy and rationality, and regarded Guo Wangcai as a bad luck reminder. Ephemeral ghost.

...

Early the next morning, Zhao Qingyi heard a message from her maid, saying that Old Yuan asked her to discuss her going down the mountain, so she ran to the main hall without any delay.

"Accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher?" Zhao Qingyi frowned while holding the hot tea.

Yuan Jingqingjun’s face was indifferent, and he said, "Well, I have three masters, one is my father, the other is the real person Xuanjing, and the other is the genius doctor Sun. If you want to worship them as your teachers, you can go down the mountain. ."

Zhao Qingyi said: "But, your masters have all passed away?"

"Since ancient times, there have been apprentices on behalf of teachers."

Zhao Qingyi thought: If you worship the dead as your teacher, you don't need to be filial or obstructive. Now it is important to go down the mountain to do the job.

"Oh, it was not impossible at first. My dead master didn't say that I can't worship more masters. It's just that there are too many rules in your sect. , Can't rob...I don't seem to be in line with it."

Yuan Jing looked at her coldly: "Have you done it all?"

Zhao Qingyi nodded: "I'm afraid I can't help but want to do it in the future. You said that people can't gamble for money in their lives, can't tell a little lie to deceive the emperor, can't drink and eat meat, see beautiful men can't molest, see The evil gentry who is rich and unkind can't'make alms', isn't it a lot of fun?"

Yuan Jing was dumbfounded.

Zhao Qingyi leaned forward, with her right hand propped on the case, with peerless eyebrows, she smiled badly and said: "Or, you worship me as a teacher, in my school, all of these can be done, and I will take you with me in the future."