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Chapter 6(2/2)

His eyes looked at me with contempt and disdain and continued to walk.

I……

It was still Xiao Lan Zhiqu who bought two monster masks.

Wen You frowned and looked at the mask, but still took it and put it on.

By the Qinhuai River.

Crab shell yellow sesame cakes, five-spice beans, tofu water, crispy sesame cakes...

A smile slowly overflowed from the corner of Wen You's mouth: "Girl, your appetite is stronger than your martial arts."

He was holding a bun of mixed vegetables in his mouth, and could not fight back. I was ashamed and angry as I slammed out a palm. He laughed with a rare smile and rose up to the ground, jumping to the water three meters away, and stood on the small boat on the water.

But he heard a thick voice and laughed: "Hong'er, Young Master Wen, we're meeting again!"

I was delighted and saw a large boat slowly approaching on the shimmering open river. The bow of the boat stood tall, and seven or eight young men in black stood behind me.

But it’s uncle Xiahou Ying!

"It's better to meet me by chance than to invite me, and come on the boat!"

————

After three rounds of wine.

The two disciples of Xiahou who were sitting with him had already fallen down. I was a little drunk. Wen You was nowhere better than me, so he even took my mask over. He wore two of them, so he didn't bother him.

Only Xiahou, who had unfathomable skills, had his eyes clearer the more he drank.

In fact, I found it strange from the first moment I stepped onto the pleasure boat.

At this time, taking advantage of the drunkenness, I couldn't help but say, "Uncle Xiahou, I didn't expect you to come to Qinhuai River."

Xiahou is a real knight. Such knights should be remembered as common people and simple food, and cleansing their hearts and few desires.

Unlike Xiahou, who took off his warrior uniform, wore a white lake pattern robe, held a cup in his hand, was lazy and leisurely, and had a bit of a wealthy and noble spirit.

Xiahou smiled slightly: "When I was young, I have been here with your mother many times." A hint of melancholy seemed to have passed in my eyes.

I never thought that my mother’s charm has lasted for sixteen years... I am worthy of being my mother.

I couldn't bear to be alone - let's not talk about these unhappy ones anymore.

"Uncle Xiahou, why don't you compete for the position of leader of the martial arts world?" Wen You interjected in very rare.

Xiahou drank a glass of wine and said aloud: "You said, what is the most important thing to be the leader of the martial arts world?"

"Martial Arts." I rushed to answer, and Wen You was cautiously silent.

"Zi Su, do you think so too?" Xiahou looked at him with a smile.

"Loyalty." Wen You said, "and strategy." He looked very much like his father, a little innocent and a little proud.

Xiahou's eyes lit up and he looked at him with praise: "This statement is deeply loved by my heart." He looked upright and said: "Today's court is in Jiangdong. People all say that the king and horse share the world; outside the Great Jin Dynasty, there is Zhao State in the north, and they are eyeing it covetously, and the Cheng State in the west, waiting for an opportunity to move."

He stood up suddenly and said with a sigh: "The world is so popular. The martial arts world is different from the old days. The court situation is so chaotic. Those who are in charge of the martial arts world need to have a passion for serving the country and support the Jin Dynasty! The martial arts world has no leader, and this martial arts world leader must have extraordinary talents and strategies to unify the martial arts men in the world!"

He turned around and looked at us: "I ask myself, I lack strategy and intelligence, and I am old. You two are young, but your cultivation is one of the best in this world, and they are all genius martial arts. I hope you will serve your country loyally and establish unparalleled achievements!"

Wen You felt respectful.

With a passionate and heart-blooded mood, I asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle, do you really think I am a genius of martial arts?"

Xiahou was actually choked by the wine, so he quickly picked up the teacup and took a big sip.
Chapter completed!
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