After some trouble, Hu Yong lay on the ground like a dead dog. Half of it was beaten and half was tired, painful and happy.

Che Huya's condition is similar, but his mentality is different. He only has happiness and no pain, and his eyes are full of peach blossoms and stares at Hu Yong.

The skin covered by blood stasis appeared with a layer of goose bumps. He stood up without caring about the pain, and simply put on his clothes and ran out of the tent like running away.

He heard a numb cry: "My husband, where are you planning to go? Do you ignore me?"

Hu Yong ran away and dared to reply: "I'll do the serious business, otherwise your father wouldn't spare me."

Hu Yong, who was fleeing in panic, ran out of the small tent around him and saw the quiet military camp. He couldn't help but admire his cleverness and was isolated from all sounds.

Finally, he ran into the tent where he lived alone, and the owner of the tent quickly stood up to greet him. It was a man wrapped in black fog, with a sharp mouth faintly exposed in the fog.

Seeing that the man was dressed neatly late at night, he asked curiously: "Heikui just came back from going out?"

Heikui suppressed his laughter while thinking about how to answer, so that his tone was slow and hesitant.

"Little one, the little one did go out just now and contacted an old acquaintance. When the general has orders, he can invite help to take action together, which will give him more help."

Seeing that Hu Yong was half-believing and half-doubted, Hei Kui continued to change the topic and said, "I don't know what is important about the general's visit late at night? Please give me instructions and do nothing in this military camp all day long, which is a waste of the general's love for the young."

Hu Yong was successfully distracted from his sight and said straight to the point: "There is indeed something that needs you to take action. He Mingliang, a military consort in this kind of situation, is disdainful to take action. Only a secret person like you can do it."

"Although the general told the youngest to do nothing, he just kept his word for what the general promised."

"Is Songjiang River God? Don't worry, although you can't ask for a top-level River God for you in the court, it's not a big problem to cast a silver temple and a golden body."

Heikui quickly knelt down and thanked: "Thank you for your cultivation, you must be young. You are willing to work hard for the general."

Hu Yong said proudly: "Get up and talk about small things. The Songjiang River is too cold. The imperial court sent several river gods to move in. You are a native of Songjiang River, no, no, no, no, it should be a big monster who is born and raised in water. You can be the Jiang Shen in Songjiang."

"This meritorious service was naturally recorded by the court, and it is natural to reward the Jiang Shen with the opportunity. And if there is a national teacher dealing with the court, you will be sure to make sure you have to keep your heart in your stomach."

Heikui didn't dare to get up and kept thanking him.

Hu Yong's face turned abrupt and said in a deep voice: "Put your ears over and tell you about the specific matters. If you make a mistake, you will look good."

The goatee in Chuanjian Villa found Xing Zhen and took out the reward for the martial arts competition. One thousand dragon words, one embroidered sword, and one phoenix hairpin.

Xing Zhen accepted the thanks without pretentiousness and then saw the owner of the old man Hong take out a jar of wine behind him.

Xing Zhen turned around and ran away without saying a word, but the goatee was prepared. He stopped Xing Zhen from going to the road and said with a smile.

"I heard that you are drunk too much. The old saying goes, and it will make you feel refreshed after drinking. Isn't it still my brother, I care about you, and I give you drinks to my little brother in the middle of the night. I can't let my brother down."

If it weren't for the huge age gap, Xing really wanted to say: "I believe you, a big-headed ghost."

But Xing Zhen understands the truth. Although he is a brother, he still cannot conceal the level of seniority. He refuses without his conscience.

"Thank you, Brother Hong, but there are too many things in your stomach and you can't hold anything else."

The goatee obviously didn't take it seriously, so he pulled Xing Zhen to find a big bluestone and sat down. He opened the mud seal and picked up the wine jar and took a big drink.

Then he handed the jar to Xing Zhen and said, "If you don't take it and drink a few sips, you will dislike the old brother."

Xing Zhen dared not say he disliked this life-savior, but he pretended to be full of admiration. He admired the old man's righteous actions, and admired the old man's heroic spirit and carelessness.

Even though I knew it was a provocation, I had to bite the bullet and take it. The wine was so refreshing after a bite. Xing Zhen admired it.

"Brother Hong is really experienced, especially his experience in drinking."

The goatee laughed, not at all like a master of the world. He patted Xing Zhen on the shoulder and said, "Come on, boy, you can be on an equal footing with me if you break through three realms. When you fall down, you will drink a lot and be a real brother."

Xing Zhen showed a shocked look: "No wonder Brother Hong is the first sword saint in Shushui Kingdom. He turned out to be a master in Ningxuan Realm. He has condensed his internal strength and cyclone, which is gratifying."

"What's the point of being happy? It's only when you're old. It's hard to make progress in martial arts. It's just a small pond like Shushui Kingdom, you're the first person in the stolen kendo. You'll be crushed to death in minutes when you get it outside."

"Why should Brother Hong belittle himself like this? His grandson is smart and his wife is filial. Why should he be obsessed with martial arts? Life is not just about martial arts."

"Hahaha, Brother Xing said very well. I didn't expect that a little guy would teach you a lesson at the age of time. It's so satisfying!"

The old goatee poured wine from a large and small mouthful of wine, which seemed to be free and bitter. It was a bit like drinking to relieve sorrow.

Xing Zhen asked tentatively: "Does Brother Hong have something to hide?"

The goatee said bluntly: "The grandson Hong Dingyuan is indeed a little clever, but it is not enough. As for whether the grandson-daughter-in-law is filial, it is a bit hard to say."

Then the goatee got up and pretended to relax and said loudly: "Come on, I was lucky enough to get a few sword techniques called the Breaking Sword. They seem soft but are actually strong. They are not mainly sword edges, but more often smashing, slapping, sweeping and blocking. The heavy sword that is suitable for Brother Xing's back is taught to you today with the spirit of alcohol, and can be used as a defense in the future."

Xing Zhen quickly clasped his fists and thanked: "Brother Hong cannot do it. You and I are not a master-disciple relationship. The magic of each sect has the rules of each sect, and there is no such thing as a propaganda to outsiders. Please don't break the rules between the sects because of your subordinates."

The goatee slapped his forehead and said, "Oh my brain, why can't you let go of these rules of bullshit? Besides, this swordsmanship is just a few moves, which I accidentally got, and there is no rule of the sect."

Seeing the old man insisting on sending him off, Xing sincerely clasped his fists: "I thanked Brother Hong. First, I saved my life and then gave him swordsmanship. Xing is really grateful."

The old man goatee rolled his eyes: "Shanliang County is a good way to help him. Who made me dislike the ghost cultivator? I just didn't expect that the ghost cultivator died in your hands. The cycle of heaven has been tried and tested."

"I'll save you once, and you can save me once outside Songjiang County. We're even. Brother Xing helped Chuanjian Villa during the martial arts competition. It's probably because the villa owes you a favor."

Xing Zhen quickly retorted: "You can't calculate this way, there are some orders of things. It's Mr. Hong..."

The goatee interrupted Xing Zhen and asked straight to the point: "I'll ask you if you want to learn it. These are some sword techniques that are more powerful as you drink. You have to think about it."

Xing Zhen's words are firm: "Learn."

"Is this just right? My mother-in-law and mother look like a man. We two first drank the jar and then started practicing swordsmanship."

"What should I do if I drink too much?"

"The more you are, the better your swordsmanship is."

The old and the young are not blocked by the age gap, and there is no so-called generation gap. By the cold pond, drinking and playing swords to enjoy life.

Hong Dingyuan stood in front of his room door and showed anxiety. Finally, he saw a familiar figure. He rushed forward in three steps and pulled up the woman's hands and said softly.

"Where Mengdie went so late, I didn't leave any words. I was almost worried that I could not find you in the villa."

Lan Mengdie, who had returned to peace, smiled slightly, and Ying's white face was filled with happiness: "It's nothing, I went out for a walk alone. It made my husband worry, it was Mengdie's negligence."

The more Hong Dingyuan was, the more worried he was: "What's wrong? If you have any unpleasant things, tell me and I will share the burden together."

A trace of darkness suddenly flashed in Lan Mengdie's eyes: "It's okay, go into the house to rest." After that, Lan Mengdie slowly walked towards the room.

Hong Dingyuan followed closely and looked nervous: "It looks very wrong to you, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, have you forgotten that I am Ha Po, how could you get a mortal cold, fever, headache, and fever?"

"Ahem, it's true that I was negligent and actually forgot that my wife is not an ordinary person."

"This is called care is messy."

While the two were talking, Lan Mengdie was not very interested. After entering the house, she sat in front of the dressing table and took off various accessories one by one. Hong Dingyuan was chattering around like a chatterbox.

"It's my wife who knows my heart, but she is really concerned and confused. In addition, the villa has been busy recently and I'm a little neglected. Don't worry, the affairs of the Jianghu and the court have come to an end. I promised to stay in the villa for a longer time."

"While the villa is fine, I will be taken care of by my grandfather for the time being. You and I happened to go out to enjoy the mountains and waters. What do you think?"

Lan Mengdie put down the jade hairpin in her hand and gently placed it on the table. She turned around and looked at Hong Dingyuan deeply and said softly: "Forget it, my grandfather, I am old, so it makes him more relaxed. How can we, the younger generation, not understand the truth and ask an old man to be busy at home and abroad."

Hong Dingyuan was mixed with joy and sorrow: "It's not that this is not a villa. I'm also worried that you've been feeling restless recently, so I want to take you to relax and have fun."

"As long as I can be with my husband, I will be happy no matter what. Why bother to care about where I am doing? Or stay in the villa quietly, let me spend more time with my husband, and I will spend more time with you."

Hong Dingyuan exclaimed: "What are you saying about bad luck? Why does it sound like a last word?"

"My husband is worried too much, and I just feel it. My husband should be careful. I am a Hepo with a god. Not only can I live a long life, but I can live forever. When you are old, I am careful not to want you."

Hong Dingyuan naturally would not take this kind of threat without substance to heart. He laughed it off as a joke. He walked to the dressing table and stood behind Meng Landie.

Hong Dingyuan put his hands on Meng Landie's shoulders and looked at his wife through the bronze mirror opposite. His mouth seemed to be smearing honey.

"I must keep this kind of national character. When I get old, I bent over and hunched my back and wrinkled on my face. Isn't it enviable for everyone to walk on the street with a beautiful lady? The old cow eats tender grass and is excited to think about it."

Meng Landie was amused and gently patted Hong Dingyuan's palm. She laughed and scolded: "The unserious guy."

Then he looked at the bronze mirror, how harmonious the young man and woman were, one behind and one in front.

Meng Landie sighed for no reason: "Mr., if I did something wrong, would you blame me?"

Hong Dingyuan blurted out without thinking: "Absolutely, even if his wife accidentally killed me, she would still be a romantic ghost under the peony flowers. When she came to the underworld, she would still have the capital to brag."

Meng Landie suddenly stood up and turned around quickly, tightly protecting the man behind her, buried her head in her chest, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet.

Hong Dingyuan reached out and gently brushed the corners of his lover's eyes with a crystal clear face and said, "My wife must be tired and her eyes will be dry. Let me go to bed early."

Meng Landie nodded slightly: "Yes."

Hong Dingyuan soon fell asleep and snored loudly. The person next to him tossed and turned and could not sleep at night. In the dark night, the silver short knife appeared several times and then quietly retreated several times.

The murderous intent comes quickly in the quiet night, and regret lingers for a long time, and reluctance and nostalgia are even more lingering.

I don’t know if it’s God’s will or people’s will, but I sleep in the same bed, and have different dreams.
Chapter completed!