In May, the last tide of cold weather subsided, and the summer in Linjiang City was coming.

In the afternoon, outside Linjiang Guomao, Qin Kun saw Sister Mao, who walked out of Linjiang Guomao and looked brand new. The super long skirt outlined his figure, but it was not without dignity. His hair was tied behind him, with a beautiful figure and a beautiful face. The breeze blew the hair, earrings, and the ornaments on his neck were very suitable for his age, but did not look old.

"Qin...Mr. Qin, is it appropriate to dress like this?"

Sister Mao was still a little cramped, her cheeks were slightly red. In her social circle, if she wanted to get married, she would either leave the environment and return to her hometown. She would either be a mistress for the Haoke and be kept while she was young. Or she would find someone who likes to hang out in that kind of occasion and find an unreliable man.

There are very few people who have achieved ultimate happiness.

Qin Kun's appearance led her out of the circle and also gave her a possibility.

The sense of security that Sister Mao needs can be satisfied by all the colleagues in Qin Kun's circle.

Sister Mao’s cramps stem from her attention to this matter.

Qin Kun wore sunglasses and praised: "Not bad! Sister Mao, let me introduce this person, I... just treat it as my girlfriend."

The co-pilot, Du Qinghan, was sitting in the car, and Du Qinghan was only interested in Mr. Ge, who was among them. The memory was missing, but she seemed to remember Ge Zhan, or when she mentioned this person, she remembered his former breath.

"Hello, Du Qinghan."

"Hello, Lu Shuxian, they all call me Sister Cat..."

The nickname was reported, roughly to bring closer relationships, and Sister Mao smiled with a kind heart, and Du Qinghan was also very straightforward: "Okay Sister Mao, they all call me Mr. Du."

Qin Kun sat in the driver's seat with a dark face and silently reversed his car. Is it amazing to have a nickname? Is it still called Kunlun Demon? What did I say?

Car starts.

The distance between Linjiang Guomao and Kuishan’s old house was not long. Qin Kun greeted Ge Zhan in advance. Outside the Kuishan old house, Qin Kun got off the car, and Li Chong and Chai Ziyue were at the door.

"Qin Hei Dog!"

Li Chong had a greasy hair, had two beards, had a cigarette on his mouth, a floral shirt, and his arms were placed on Chai Ziyue's shoulders.

As a northern girl, Chai Ziyue was generous and greeted: "Hello Brother Qin."

Qin Kun looked at Li Chong with contempt: "I'll black you, Li Chong, lead the way quickly."

"Hey! What a big man, so rude."

Li Chong licked the cigarette-stained teeth and raised his chin at Du Qinghan: "Miss Du, right? I have long admired Daming."

Du Qinghan nodded: "King of Heishan in Linjiang, I heard from my subordinates talk about you."

"Hahahaha, a mere name is not worth mentioning. This is Chai Ziyue, an insider." Li Chong waved his hand. Compared to contacting Qin Kun, he preferred Du Qinghan, who pointed out his name more about his name. This is a compliment in the Tao.

"Sang Yuchai Fairy, I have heard of you too."

Chai Ziyue was stunned. She had never heard of the other party. She heard that she had a close relationship with Qin Kun, so she greeted him politely.

The main host finished greetings and came down to the guest.

Li Chong came out to greet him, obviously to check Nie Huzi. Seeing a woman in her 30s and carrying a timid child, Li Chong touched his chin and sprayed smoke: "Sister Cat..."

Li Chong smiled meaningfully: "I heard... are you from the old kidnapping place?"

Just after hearing their conversation, Sister Mao suddenly captured a message: Is the young man in front of him, Li Shanwang?

Isn’t this the boss of Yuxianting?

When Li Chongfa asked, Sister Mao became even more embarrassed, and even with the child, Sister Mao was at a loss and smiled: "Is it...Boss Li? My name is Lu Shuxian..."

Qin Kun at the front couldn't stand it anymore: "Li Chong, who will you give up your power? Mr. Ge beat you up later, I don't care."

In the old house in Kuishan, Li Chong was most afraid of Ge Zhan. When he saw Qin Kun talking to him, he hurriedly came over and said, "Qin Kun, why did Master beat me up? What else is there in it that I don't know?"

Qin Kun tilted his head and said with his ears: "My sister has hidden a set of six-style dragon techniques at home. The ancestors may be related to your Douzong. I would like to advise you to avoid making any comments on your story."

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Six-style dragon technique?!

This is really a secret technique of Douzong! Li Chong stopped the flag and never dared to show his face again. If Lu Shuxian had a big relationship with Douzong, Master Ge and Nie Huzi would not say anything about him, Jing Sansheng would also have an excuse to scold him.

Qin Kun walked into the yard with a large bag and a small bag. The children in Yishui immediately surrounded him. Grandpa Qin shouted in a short voice. Qin Kun laughed: "Come here, Grandpa Qin brings you something delicious again today."

Chai Ziyue greeted Du Qinghan and followed in. When Li Chong saw Sister Mao being restrained, he showed a kind smile: "Come in, what are you afraid of? They are all your own people. Can anyone with the surname Li make things difficult for you?"

Sister Mao was as if she was amnesty and walked in with Li Chong.

Among the three families of Nanzong, Kuishan old houses are the most down-to-earth ones.

There were many orphans in the yard, which was particularly lively.

Jing Sansheng stood in the yard, took what Qin Kun brought, and looked at Sister Mao.

Nie Yuxuan is his eldest disciple. Jing Sansheng doesn't want this eldest disciple to work hard all his life and be a bachelor for the rest of his life. The good news brought by Qin Kun made him very excited.

"Qin Kun, that girl is really the body of the Three Yins?" Jing Laohu looked expectant.

Qin Kun had a quarrel with the children for a while, smiled and took off his sunglasses, and put them on Jing Sansheng's face: "I don't understand that, but Mr. Ge should understand. At least, your daughter-in-law Chai Ziyue understands it, so don't worry."

Jing Sansheng nodded. He is over 60 years old this year, and Jing Sansheng is old. The disciples of the sect have their own blessings. He is the leader, and he doesn't have the energy to take care of so many things.

The Tao follows nature, isn’t it natural?

They walked into Ge Zhan's room, and Jing Sansheng and Qin Kun settled the child and walked over side by side.

"Qin Kun, does Lu Yatou really have six dragon techniques in her hand?"

Jing Sansheng asked, and Qin Kun flipped his palm and an iron box appeared.

Jing Sansheng was surprised. After seeing the practice stone inside, he no longer doubted it.

Because Ge Zhan has a stone exactly the same!

The stone was held, and its hands were like dragon claws, which was used when practicing dragon art.

Jing Sansheng didn't see the six-style dragon technique. This is the rule of Dou Sect. The disciples of Dou Sect who have never transformed into dragons must not understand the slightest technique of dragon technique, so as to avoid getting possessed by the devil.

However, Qin Kun can be encountered by Qin Sansheng, who is hidden in the secular world for seven or eight generations. Jing Sansheng now believes in the things like the noble destiny of heaven. This generation of Tiangou is indeed very ties with Dou Zong.

The two walked into Ge Zhan's house. Mr. Ge was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Sister Mao with a smile, and told her to pour herself a cup of tea. Sister Mao was very obedient and served the tea with respect. Mr. Ge laughed: "Okay... OK..."

Sister Mao was stunned. What's good? What's good? Where is it?

Qin Kun handed the iron box to Ge Zhan. Ge Zhan stroked the iron box, and his vague voice gradually became clear: "Master once told me the strange stories in the late Qing Dynasty, among which the superiors accompanied Tiangou, and the Wanshu Zhenren Wuyunzi period, our ancestor of Douzong Lu Hun was his right-hand man. Later, Wuyunzi died at the top of Jiangning City, and Lu Zun hid in the Jianghu."

Ge Zhan opened the iron box and sighed to Qin Kun: "Kun... In fact, there are twelve styles in dragon art. When Lu Hun's ancestor divided the twelve styles into two, today, it was finally together."

Mr. Ge took out a practice stone, held it in his left hand, held it in his box, and held it in his right hand. A strong wind suddenly erupted in the room.

Curtains were flying, and tea cups rolled down. Everyone here was dazzled for a moment, as if a dragon had appeared on the old man, and rushed upwards, disappeared into the ceiling.

Sister Mao sat in a panic on the chair and couldn't speak for a long time.
Chapter completed!