Chapter 121 Explanation

Early the next morning

When all the servants of the An family were busy preparing breakfast and cleaning the courtyard, they almost played "All Martial Arts" in the hall of Anfu.

The same scene is also trained by An Shengwei, but this time, in addition to An Qiaoya, there are also more people who are trained by An Shengjie and the 'outer' of Feng Weiqing. As for Thunder and An Shengqing... These two guys haven't seen anyone since last night, and I don't know where they have gone.

In the huge hall, three big men are on each side. An Shengwei sits in the main seat, An Shengjie is on the right, and Feng Weiqing occupies the left, while An Qiaoya sits on the threshold with fire and bask in the sun while dozes.

Then, the head of the An family, our Lord An Shengwei, spoke. Cough, because An's father is not here now, the so-called eldest brother is like a father, so An Shengwei naturally became the 'lord of the family'.

"Fengzi, I don't think your brother should have any personal grudge with you, right?" Sitting on the main seat, An Shengwei's thoughtful eyes projected on the body of the left chair and asked leisurely.

"There is no grudge." Feng Weiqing looked back at An Shengwei and answered powerfully.

"Oh?" An Shengwei raised his thin lips and continued to ask, "Then why did you take such a fierce action last night?" If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes last night, he wouldn't have known that the owner of Aofengbao, who had been rumored to be the first castle in the world with chivalry, could practice the martial arts of cults, and it was also the kind that killed people. If I was right last night, should Mr. Feng use the long-lost ghost teaching blood knife method in the world?"

Feng Weiqing raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by what An Shengwei said, but then he politely hugged his fist and said, "No wonder everyone in the world said that 'cold-faced evil god' has a pair of divine eyes that can see through everything. It seems that it lives up to its reputation. The implication is to indirectly admit that he used the blood-crying knife method.

"Liao Zan." In terms of age, An Shengwei is only one or two years older than Feng Weiqing. Naturally, he has the power to put on the shelf of a boss. His brown eyes stared at Feng Weiqing, as if he wanted to find out some secret in him. "I just heard that ghost religion has always been evil and murderous and regarded as the biggest hidden danger in the world. Why is he a hero? The young master of Aofengbao, who is famous for his courage and courage, but Mr. Feng, do you know the unique unique skill of crying blood knife that the master never spreads?

"This..." Feng Weiqing just wanted to speak, but unexpectedly someone took a step faster than him.

"That's not the blood knife method." An Shengjie, who had been sitting silently next to him, suddenly interrupted, met Feng Weiqing's black eyes without any fluctuation, and then looked at An Shengwei, who was slightly surprised on the main position.

Last night, he fought against Feng Weiqing. Of course, he knew what tricks he used. Although it looks very similar to the blood knife method, he can be sure that Feng Weiqing will never use the blood knife method.

"If I guess correctly," the cold eyes wrapped around Feng Weiqing and met his still expressionless face. An Shengjie said coldly, "That should be another martial arts created by the original owner of the Crying Blood Knife after the the Crying Blood Knife was stolen."

Feng Weiqing looked at An Shengjie with a face that was staring at people urgently, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly and replied simply and neatly, "That's right."

I didn't expect to be seen. It seems that An Shengjie is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Lao San, why do you say that?" In his opinion, it was obviously a blood knife, but why did the third brother say no? An Shengwei frowned. Is he old? Can such a simple thing be judged wrongly?

"Brother, you have only seen the ghost master use the crying blood knife, but you have never fought with him head-on, have you?" An Shengjie did not answer the question, but his eyes were still looking at Feng Weiqing.

"Of course." He is so busy with his family's business. How can he have time to lie outside? As long as the ghost religion doesn't commit a crime on him, he will never find anything to do with their master. That's what people who have nothing to do will do.

You will know that the blood knife was just because he had to go to the south to talk about business a few years ago. After passing through the headquarters of the ghost religion, the officers and soldiers were besieging the ghost religion. He happened to see it when he saw the bustle on the tree.

"Then the eldest brother should not know that the blood knife method was not created by the ghost leader, but from others, right?" An Shengjie continued to ask.

"What do you think?"

He is just a passer-by who is purely watching the lively. At the beginning, he just sighed at the viciousness of the blood knife and was not interested in studying other people's housework.

"As far as I know, this blood knife method was originally owned by Yuanjiabao in the Western Regions. A hundred years ago, Yuanjiabao was destroyed by the second generation of ghosts. Except for Yuan's parents who were still in their infuriating years, no one in the whole family survived, and the Weeping blood knife method was not seen at that time." Later, after returning to his base, the ghost religion dubbed the blood knife method to be his own, and even took it out as a family knife without changing its name. It's really disgusting.

"What does this have to do with Mr. Feng's knife method?" An Sheng only raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't I say that before?" An Shengjie stood up and took two steps forward in front of An Shengwei. "It is impossible to distinguish the difference between the two martial arts without fighting with the ghost master."

"Although it looks similar, in fact, Mr. Feng's knife method looks like the blood knife method, but as long as it is compared, it is not difficult to find that the two martial arts are not the same at all. On the contrary, the martial arts used by Mr. Feng, An Shengjie turned to Feng Weiqing and his eyes were burning. "I think it should be the blood knife method. Right?"

"All right." Feng Weiqing nod his head. His eyes flashed with praise for An Shengjie. Unexpectedly, the third young master of the An family, who was said to be as cold as the iceberg and never cared about the life and death of others except his family, was really well-informed.

"This is indeed not the weeping blood knife method, but the night wind knife method." Feng Weiqing, who also stood up, took two steps and stood in front of An Shengjie. "In those years, Yuanjiabao was destroyed. In fact, there was another survivor besides the baby, that is, the old housekeeper whose legs were amputated in order to save the young master of Yuanjiabao."

"At the end of the story, the old housekeeper raised the baby and taught him to cry blood knives. After that, the baby infuriated and practiced a new martial arts under the guidance of the old man to defeat the blood knife, right?"

An Qiaoya, who was originally drowsy, suddenly opened her mouth when she heard this, and her eyes were half-open and looked into the hall. Because she couldn't find the figure of Fengweiqing in the backlight, she could only look forward intuitively. Bathed in the sun, she was like the fire in her arms, very lazy.

This girl...

Feng Weiqing shook his head, his expression was soft, and his eyes looked at An Qiaoya with spoiled eyes. "Basically, but the night wind knife method was not created by the grown-up baby, but by the old housekeeper who lost his legs."

"Niu X..." An Qiaoya muttered, and then turned her face back outside. "I think the old man must not have taught the night wind knife to the baby, nor did he tell him his background, otherwise the ghost religion would not be so rampant now." The child who knows his background will definitely try his best to find a ghost.

Is she really dozed off just now? Why did her head turn so fast? Did she listen to everything they said?

"No, he taught it." Feng Weiqing couldn't help laughing. When An Qiaoya couldn't help looking at him, he explained, "It's just that you're right. He didn't tell the baby his background." Because I don't want him to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"So that's it..." It's really well-intentioned. The right hand habitually grabbed the fire's jaw, which made it feel comfortable until a few times.

"I'm curious, so how did you learn the night wind knife method?" An Sheng only paid close attention to the key points.

"It's very simple," Feng Weiqing did not hide it and regarded it as a free revelation. "Because the old man only taught the night wind knife to the baby, but did not give him the knife score. Instead, he gave it to the third-generation castle owner of Aofeng Fort, that is, my grandfather." And his grandfather secretly gave him the knife as a gift when he was weak, which was so simple.

"It's off topic..." An Qiaoya, who has always been quiet, ran out to stir up the situation again. "Obviously, I just asked why did you attack so hard when you fought last night? Why do you study other people's stories now?" It's not fun to get to the bottom, right?

After listening to An Qiaoya's words, An Shengjie and An Shengwei almost turned their faces to Feng Weiqing at the same time, and then continued to raise their eyebrows and wait for answers, while the latter looked helpless. It was really lucky to find such a precious woman - a man stroked his forehead and sighed.

He tried his best to avoid this topic to say so much news. As a result, she took a long circle but turned her back to the original point with one sentence, helpless.

"In fact, that..." suddenly became uncomfortable, and there was a suspicious blush spreading behind his ears. Feng Weiqing barely coughed a few times before explaining awkwardly, "I don't know why I did that last night. I guess it's... cough cough... San Shao to Qiao Ya... that... cough cough... He really couldn't say the following words.

"What is that?" However, An Qiaoya, a fool who can't turn 180 degrees, is still urging over there, "The third brother didn't do anything."

Although Feng Weiqing didn't say anything, An Shengwei and An Shengjie saw it. After they understood, they both looked like watching a good show. Obviously, they didn't want to get involved. For them, everything that happened last night was definitely worth it - for them, they could see a big man who was not afraid of anything from their family. The stupid little woman who gave birth was forced into a desperate situation, which is definitely a very pleasant thing.

"That..." stupid girl, can you stop asking? He may be able to answer such an embarrassing question alone, but now there are two other outsiders present. What does he say?

"Is it..." An Qiaoya suddenly raised her eyebrows with a bad smile, lifted the fire that was lying in her arms and put it aside on the ground. She stood up and slowly approached Feng Weiqing. "Do you think the third brother is going to take me away, that's why he went crazy?"

"Cough... Don't ask anymore." Although Feng Weiqing tried his best to avoid answering this question, the blush that had spread to his neck betrayed him.

"Is that right?" An Qiaoya's smiling mouth almost grinned, and regardless of her two most authoritative brothers were still present, a "hungry sheep" directly jumped on Feng Weiqing. His hands and feet wrapped around him, like an octopus that had been fierce.

I didn't expect that she would suddenly jump over. Feng Weiqing stepped back two steps to stabilize his body. His face blushed and almost burned. His hands hesitated and fell on An Qiaoya's back and held her firmly. "Be careful."

"Joa!" The elder brothers over there immediately changed their faces and shouted together, "Don't let go!"

How can a girl jump into a man's arms in front of them? What's the style! It's okay if you are seen by those who have ulterior motives.

"Oh, brother and third brother, don't do so much," An Qiaoya smiled happily and wrapped her hand around Feng Weiqing's neck, turned her head to An Shengwei and said to An Shengjie, "Anyway, I'm not going to marry him in my life. What does it matter if I hug?" If they know that she actually wants to pull Feng Weiqing to the room first and then nibble on the forbidden fruit by the way, I don't know if the two of them will simply kick her out of the house first? In this way, it won't ruin the doorwind.

Hearing An Qiaoya's declaration of 'non-marry', the three big men had different expressions. First of all, Feng Weiqing, who had been held by her, hooked a fascinating smile on the corners of his mouth, and pressed her into his arms harder with both hands; while her eldest brother, An Shengwei, turned pale and looked at her 'you' After a long time, I didn't know what to say, but An Shengjie was more enlightened. He was not happy or angry. He just came forward and directly reached out to take An Qiaoya from Fengweiqing. Then he carried him behind him in An Qiaoya's dissatisfied eyes and took a step forward and looked at Feng Weiqing coldly.

"Are you sincere?"

"Feng has only one heart." And that heart is now all tied to the little woman named Anchoa.

"Good!" A trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and An Shengjie continued to ask, "So, can you guarantee that you will love her in her lifetime and not let her suffer any grievances?"

"Feng is not talented and can't provide Qiao Ya with a life as well as Anfu, but Feng guarantees that as long as Qiao Ya is willing, I can give her everything, including my life." Feng Weiqing's eyes are full of doting and love, and his eyes crossed An Shengjie's mouth behind him, covering his mouth, and his apricot eyes are full of tears. "I swear that I will never let you be wronged under my protection." This was said to Anjoa.

For the first time in my life, someone confessed to her so affectionately, and it was no longer the kind of joke that only used her as a game object. Angioya covered her mouth and cried silently. It was really, so touching.

meng crossing An Shengjie, who was in front of her, An Qiaoya rushed up with an arrow, stood on tiptoe, put his hands around Fengwei's neck, buried his tearful face in his arms, and Fengwei immediately caught the sudden beauty, hugged her affectionately, put one hand on her back, and rubbed her with the other. Hair.

"Woo-woo..."

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

An Shengjie wink at An Shengwei. The two looked at each other, sighed, and then walked out of the hall one after the other, leaving the space for the newly released hot couple. My sister has decided her future beloved, and these brothers can't help her except prepare a dowry for her and give her the biggest wedding.

Well, of course, if Feng Weiqing dares to bully Joya, they will also act as free th�ers...