Chapter 12 Hao Tianqi

"You, you, you... I killed you." His beautiful face turned red and he was almost speechless. Confused by anger, she raised her sword and stabbed without saying a word.

Ding!

At the critical moment, a teacup flew by the window and hit the hilt of the sword impartially. Although this teacup was shot out of the air, its strength was incomparable. The huge anti-shock force made Lingzhi's arm numb. She shouted in pain, and the sword in her hand blurted out.

"Okay, Lingzhi, stop it!"

A woman who ate with Lingzhi at the window just now got up and said, her eyes were full of doting.

Her long black hair floated down like a waterfall, slender willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes like stars like bright moon, a beautiful Yao nose, pink cheeks, white like condensed melon seed face dignified and beautiful, delicate snow skin is beautiful, beautiful and quiet.

"Sister, how can I make trouble! It's this bastard who is wrong. First, he flirts, and then he is not as good as others and abuses him. What's wrong with me teaching him? It's no exaggeration to kill such a bastard. Originally, she acted like a little daughter and acted coquettishly to her senior sister Lingzhi, but when it came to Jiang Ming, she immediately became beautiful and looked at Jiang Ming viciously. She couldn't wait to swallow him.

"You!" Zhao Yueer gently touched the forehead of Lingzhi with a jade finger like a green onion, and her face was full of angrily: "Obviously, you said that he was a foodie first, but why is it wrong now that he is an adult? You are naughty and just like to make trouble.

"Hmm! He is a disciple. He said first that I have a "chest"! If he says that about you, aren't you angry? Humph!" Lingzhi was really ashamed to say that. In the end, the sound was like a mosquito buzzing, which made people unable to hear clearly.

Jiang Ming just stood up and was patting the dust on his body. Hearing Lingzhi's words, he suddenly became angry from his heart and shouted at Lingzhi: "What's the "chest"? The murder weapon I'm talking about is the sword in your hand. Is it your own idea that you have nothing to do? You are simply unreasonable."

"You, you, you... me, me... what did you say? You say I'm rude, how dare you say I'm rude? Lingzhi pointed to Jiang Ming, and his angry fingers trembled and couldn't speak.

"Okay, little sister, don't make trouble." Zhao Yueer smiled and pulled Lingzhi, then turned her head to nod to Jiang Ming and said apologetically, "This young sister is naughty by nature, which has been spoiled by the elders of the family. I hope the prince is not to blame. Zhao Yueer will compensate the prince on behalf of his little sister!

Lingzhi puffed her cheeks and said dissatisfiedly, "Senior sister, why do you apologize to this bastard..." Before she finished her words, she was gagged by Zhao Yueer with her index finger.

"My little sister's mouth is open, I hope you can forgive me!"

Suddenly, a cunning light flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes and hummed, "Excuse me? If you were first insulted for no reason and then severely beaten, would you have 'forgive' for softening a few words?

Zhao Yueer was stunned at first, and then frowned slightly. She told Jiang Ming that softening was not afraid of the other party, but that she didn't want to use the situation to bully others. However, she had apologized again and again, but the other party had a sense of aggressiveness. Around her temperament, she couldn't help frowning and was unhappy. However, she still asked patiently, "What does the prince want?" As long as it's not too much to ask Zhao Yueer to do her best.

"It's very simple. I think this girl's martial arts skills are good. I want to learn from my teacher. I don't know if it's possible?" Jiang Ming said with a smile.

"You dream, you are uneasy and kind-hearted at first glance, and I won't accept you as an apprentice!" Zhao Yueer hadn't said anything, but Lingzhi looked impatient, and the matter was said with an uniscussable expression.

"I don't like your little effort, but I don't want to be like you little girl. Do you really think you can deal with me?" Jiang Ming looked disdainful and counterattacked without loss.

"You..."

Zhao Yueer shook her head helplessly, pulled Lingzhi's sleeves and pulled her behind her, and her eyebrows spread: "I'm just an ordinary disciple, and I can't make the decision. If the prince has the intention, he might as well visit the master with us. Our Wuyuan is outside the Qingfeng City!"

"That's good! We will go with us." Jiang Ming laughed.

Feixian Wuyuan is on a green peak a few miles away from Qingfeng. It is not as sophisticated and rigorous as a sect. It is just a huge house covering thousands of meters. Behind it are two rows of houses where arch disciples live. In front is a large area is a martial arts arena, which is a place where disciples usually practice martial arts.

"It's here!" Pointing to the plaque with the four characters "Feixian Wuyuan" written on the gate, Zhao Yueer smiled and said, "This plaque is the founder of Wuyuan who works hard to encourage martial arts practitioners to practice, and tells us that the ultimate goal of martial arts practitioners is the same as the monks. We are not worse than those monks!" In the end, Zhao Yueer's face was fierce and hot. However, Zhao Yueer's eyes returned to normal, became as plain as water, and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Ming.

The three of them entered the courtyard, and there were shocking shouts from the martial arts arena, which were all the shouts made by the disciples who practiced martial arts. Seeing the three people enter the courtyard, each disciple came forward to say hello, and the heat in their eyes made their minds overflow with words.

Zhao Yueer smiled and nodded to every disciple who came forward to say hello, without a trace of airs, which can be said to be calm.

"Big sister, little sister, you are back!" A gentle but arrogant voice in his bones.

Hearing this sound, the noisy scene suddenly became silent, and the disciples spontaneously made way. An indescribable handsome young man came over calmly. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and looked at the two women with an extremely concerned look in his eyes.

"Huh? Who is this brother? Why have you never seen it?" Seeing Jiang Ming beside the two women, the man asked.

Zhao Yueer nodded and pointed to Jiang Ming, "Brother Ke! This is Mr. Mo Yun. He met with us in the inn before. He was willing to learn martial arts, so he came to visit the teacher. I took him to see the master!" After saying that, Zhao Yueer greeted Jiang Ming and was about to take him away, as if she didn't want to talk more with Brother Ke. Even the child's funny Lingzhi's face cooled down when he saw the brother Ke, and he seemed to be extremely unhappy with it, and kept urging Zhao Yueer to leave quickly.

Watching the three leave, Ke Zhenwu's face cooled, and the anger in his eyes flashed away. Then it became full of lust, and there was an indescribable voice in his mouth: "Zhao Yueer and Yu Lingzhi, you can't escape the palm of my hand. You are all destined to be mine."

"Master, there is a Mr. Mo who wants to be a teacher, and please make a judgment." When she came to the study, Zhao Yueer shouted respectfully. Even the spiritual fat has become quiet.

"Please ask Mr. Mo to come in and go down!" A majestic voice came from the room, and Zhao Yueer answered with a promise and went down with spiritual fat.

Jiang Ming opened the door and walked in slowly. A middle-aged man is sitting in a chair with a volume of books reading in his hand. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head gently.

This is an elegant man with a white robe and a white face. His temples are a little white, and his eyes are full of the accumulation of years and the vicissitudes of the world. His eyes are soft and light, not majestic and intimidating. He doesn't look like a martial artist, but he looks like a Confucian student.

When he saw Jiang Ming, the elegant middle-aged man was stunned and put down the scroll in his hand. A sharp look appeared in his eyes, and his real temperament changed dramatically. If you just feel that you are a Confucian student with no power to bind a chicken, then at this time, you will face a peerless swordsman with a sharp sheathed sword.

The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and rushed through and closed the door. After half a meal, the middle-aged man's sharp eyes gradually calmed down and said faintly, "The monk? You are a monk, so why do you come to our martial arts garden to practice martial arts?

Jiang Ming's face showed a trace of surprise and muttered, "How did you see it? I have already..."

"You have been blocked by people, but why can you still be seen by me, right? That's because you are not an ordinary monk, which seems to be a little similar to our martial artist's method of refining the body, which I can see. Moreover, the clothes you wear are made of silk, and only monks will wear such treasures as ordinary clothes to drive away the cold and summer. A smile appeared on Hao Tianqi's face.

Jiang Ming was shocked and said, "My master is right. There are also masters among the warriors!" No wonder he asked me to find a martial arts garden to practice martial arts skills after entering the world!"

"Oh? Did your master let you practice martial arts skills after entering the world? Your monks have not always regarded our martial artists as mountain and villagers. They think that martial arts is just a side street, and their eyes are not even as good as ordinary people. Why does your master look at us so high? A strange light flashed in Hao Tianqi's eyes and asked curiously.

"My master said that the road I took is very strong! It is precisely because it is too strong that there is no corresponding magic spell. No matter how strong the true qi cultivation is, the power will be greatly reduced. The master said that understanding martial arts can make up for my shortcomings in magical skills. He said that martial arts are actually much more horrible than immortal arts, so I'm here. Jiang Ming looked casual and smiled wantonly.

"Good! I accepted your apprentice, Hao Tianqi. Go and tell Yueer and ask her to arrange it for you. Hao Tianqi answered, showing his intention to see off the guests. When Jiang Ming walked out of the room, Hao Tianqi's fingers were white, and he whispered like a dream: "Martial arts, martial arts, one day, I will put martial arts and immortals in the same position, and even trample on the immortals. There will be such a day, for sure, for sure..."