UGB Chapter 27
Chapter 27
27
"Brother Siming!? Why are you here?" Yan Qingping looked in the direction of the voice in surprise.
Who is Fang Siming who is not here?
Fang Siming changed back into his Wansheng Pavilion overalls, and the hood covered half of his white hair.But this time he didn't wear any iron armor. He stood behind the plum tree next to the small courtyard, as if immersed in the shadows, without any sense of existence.
Simultaneously with Yan Qingping's shout of surprise, there was also the buzzing of a sword.
There are no swords here.
There is only one Ximen Chuuxue exuding the sword energy of the sky.
Ximen Chuuxue's handsome face was full of fighting intent, and the cold killing intent locked on Fang Siming - if it wasn't for this person's sudden voice, he would have never noticed his existence!
"You, can you use a sword?" He didn't ask who the opponent was, because at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue only had "war" in his eyes!
However, Fang Siming ignored the cold murderous intent, but turned his eyes to Yan Qingping, who was surprised and proud.
It's fine for the little idiot to be pleasantly surprised, so what's the point of being proud?
Isn't Yan Qingping surprised and proud?Fang Siming, who is so arrogant, actually came to look for him secretly!Moreover, the three of them present, including Ximen Chuuxue, didn't notice him!This shows that Fang Siming's poison has been suppressed a lot, and his strength has recovered a little.
——Brother Siming, even if his strength is not fully developed, he is still better than us!
Such mindless pride.
Fang Siming guessed his thoughts roughly through his eyes, and smiled as if he didn't understand.He said to Ximen Chuixueman: "Sword, you can use it."
"Wish to fight with you!" Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up three points.
"It doesn't matter." However, Fang Siming didn't finish.
"Swords, guns, swords and halberds, poisonous gu concealed weapons, they are just tools, why not use them?" He took a leisurely step forward, and he was beside Yan Qingping, "Master Ximen is in a good mood, his son is lost, Still in the mood for a fight."
Hearing this, the sword energy and killing intent on Ximen Chuixue stagnated for a moment, and then gradually calmed down.
"If there is a chance, please enlighten me." He took a deep look at Fang Siming.Ximen Chuuxue is not a person who has no sense of propriety, but just saw Lie Xinxi and was eager to fight, so he asked for a fight at this inappropriate time.Moreover, this person is not a swordsman, not a suitable opponent for him in the way of the sword.
"We'll talk about this after the end." Fang Siming didn't agree to him clearly, and then met Yan Qingping's shining eyes: "I'm here to save face for a certain idiot." This is indeed an answer to the sentence that Yan Qingping shouted at the beginning "Why are you here?"
After watching the whole process, Lu Xiaofeng was as quiet as a chicken: ...
Little idiot?who?That Yan Qingping who looks like a fairy but is actually skinny and rotten (crossed out) with a black belly?
What's this?Nickname?
Yan Qingping: That's right, it's a pet name. There is only one in heaven and earth, and only I have this treatment.
"Thank you, brother Siming, for your concern." Yan Qingping's air-conditioning from losing his son was completely replaced by joy, and he skillfully pulled Fang Siming's sleeve: "Brother Siming, do you want to go find Junxuan with us?"
Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him silently: I thought this person was an iceberg (crossed out) indifferent person like him, but I didn't expect to have such a side.
Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his chin: This scene looks a bit familiar, did it happen to me and that young lady before?
Fang Siming raised his eyebrows: "Naturally. I have prepared the carriage to the Western Regions, and it is now parked under the villa."
"Wait, wait!" Lu Xiaofeng interrupted their conversation blankly, "Master, tell me, we're going to the Western Region Raksha Sect?" Terrible.
Ximen Chuuxue suddenly understood: it turned out to be the mysterious young master of the Wansheng Pavilion that rose up in recent years.
Although he has been closed for the past few years, he still has a rough idea of the affairs in the Jianghu.Wansheng Pavilion is one of the top forces in today's arena, of course he doesn't know it.
"Why did you go to the Western Region Rakshasa to teach..." Fang Siming gave Lu Xiaofeng a dissatisfied look, "You should ask the person involved."
party?
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at Ximen Chuuxue: "Ximen, could it be..."
Ximen Chuuxue was silent, then stared at Fang Siming and said slowly: "Yes, Yu Luocha is my biological father. I don't know how you know?"
it is as expected!Yan Qingping sighed silently.
Lu Xiaofeng was dumbfounded: That mysterious Yu Luocha is Ximen's father?Yu Tianbao back then was Ximen Chuuxue's stand-in?
Fang Siming said: "I had a relationship with Zunfu once." Thanks to him, his meridians were severely eroded by toxins.But Yu Luocha didn't get it right, and the dream-introduction technique he changed from Yunmeng set out the past that he didn't want to face in his heart.
Yan Qingping frowned, a little worried.Yu Luocha's temperament in the original book... put together with Fang Siming, something will definitely happen!But Fang Siming has always had toxins on his body. I don't know if he has suffered from him?
Meeting the little idiot's worried eyes, Fang Siming's heart warmed up: "What happened two years ago is over."
That's when something happened!
Yan Qingping's heart skipped a beat, and the anger he had originally felt because the other party had taken away his son deepened several layers further.When he checked Fang Siming's meridians that night, he found that many small branches were eroded by toxins and dilapidated.He combined the internal strength of the two and the medicine produced by the system to restore a small part.
According to Fang Siming's strength, the erosion of this toxin should not be so serious.Thinking about it now, he must have mobilized the part of the internal force that originally suppressed the toxin, causing the toxin to backlash and destroy the meridians.
In this world, how many people can threaten Fang Siming like this?
Yan Qingping put the pot firmly on Yu Luocha's head in his heart.
Heh, Yu Luocha, just wait.He couldn't beat him alone, so he fought Fang Siming two-on-one, and couldn't deal with an old man?
Jade Old Man Rakshasa: ...
In this way, the four of them embarked on the road to the Western Regions together, without even having a meal at Wanmei Villa.
It is worth mentioning that Ximen Chuuxue had already made preparations to send them to the Western Regions, and the carriage and supplies were all ready.
The low-key and luxurious carriage of Wansheng Pavilion and the clean and simple carriage of Wanmei Villa parked side by side.
How to go?
Under Lu Xiaofeng's complicated eyes, Yan Qingping got into the carriage of Wansheng Pavilion very naturally, and even called Fang Siming to come up quickly.
Lu Xiaofeng: I always feel that this scene seems familiar.
The four of them drove side by side in two carriages, and started their journey like this.
In the carriage of Wansheng Pavilion.
Yan Qingping and Fang Siming sat facing each other.
The carriage was very stable, and Fang Siming began to close his eyes and rest after getting on the carriage.Yan Qingping looked at the spacious space in the carriage, feeling slightly dissatisfied.Then he started to move slowly, and moved himself to a position adjacent to Fang Siming before stopping.
He didn't bother Fang Siming either, but he took his hand and held his white wrist very naturally, and then he aroused the inner strength of the two of them skillfully, and started to run around the sky.
Fang Siming: ...
He opened his eyes and looked at Yan Qingping with complicated eyes.
Yan Qingping looked back at each other confidently: I am healing your wounds, Brother Siming.
Fang Siming pursed his lips, feeling that his meridians began to repair little by little under the joint impact of himself and Wudang's internal force like a turtle crawling.Slow, but better than nothing.
...that's all.
Let him go.
Fang Siming closed his eyes again, ignoring his internal energy that started to run around excitedly as soon as he met the little idiot's internal energy, and ignored the little idiot who was getting bolder and bolder.
Yan Qingping couldn't help showing a warm smile, and then closed his eyes like him, focusing on stimulating the circulation of internal energy.
The carriage is moving forward, and the two people in the carriage are connected with hands, quiet and harmonious.
The author has something to say: When it comes to writing about the two of them getting along, there is no AC number...
This volume is almost over, and I'm going to see Chu Xiangxiang soon.
Ah... I suddenly want to write a special episode, I don't know if you want to read it.
It's... um... the kind with a bit of a spoiler, the Daoist's blackening episode.
In terms of background, it is a mobile game.
If it is written, it will be placed after the end of this volume.
Does anyone want to see it... Ask secretly.