"Sister Yaoqin, you don't care!"

Seeing Chen Qiu and the other two riding a fast horse, leaving Luoyang in the afternoon sun, Qingqing pouted and ran to Yaoqin with dissatisfaction, making Yaoqin unable to settle the score carefully.

She said to Yaoqin:

"You got married to your senior brother. At that time, you agreed that you should be the one in your own hands and the other in your own hands, but if there is a big deal, you will ask the couple to take charge together. You see, the senior brother ran to cause trouble again, and you didn't say anything."

"ah?"

Yaoqin turned her head and glanced at Qingqing, and she said with a playful look on her face:

"You girl, I'm afraid you think your senior brother is going out to cause trouble, so I won't take you? Every girl's family learns more about Shiyin and Xuanyu, thinking about fighting and killing all day long, what does it look like!"

Yaoqin showed her sister-in-law's aura and reached out to knock Qingqing's forehead. She said:

"Your temper is not going to get married in the future."

"Don't get married."

Qingqing laughed and hugged Yaoqin's arm, shaking around, she said:

"I also have to be my aunt for my senior brother and sister's children. Besides, I'm only fifteen, and I think this is too far away. My senior brother said that girls will not get married until they are twenty years old."

"Listen to him nonsense!"

Yaoqin shook her head and said to Qingqing:

"This woman is going to get married at 16, which is human ethics, just like Shiyin and Xiao Tie. Sister, I have no choice but to be twenty. You can't learn from me, that's the old girl, and I can't get married anymore.

Don't bother me, don't bother me to settle the score.

You go and have fun with Xuanyu and Shiyin. In the afternoon, we will go to White Horse Temple to worship Buddha and go to see Master Mustard. I don’t know how he recovered from his injury."

Chen Qiu left Luoyang in the afternoon and headed to Taihang Mountain. There was a distance between the two places.

Three years ago, it took Chen Qiu and Qingqing to go from Taihang to Luoyang for six days.

But now, they are all experts in the martial arts world. They can use their true energy to relieve horse fatigue and travel day and night. At midnight the next day, they arrived at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

As soon as we arrived in the mountains, the crested eagle, Qingluan, came to lead the way. It took a short night to cross the mountains. In the early morning, the three of them arrived on the hillside where the mountain ghost lived in seclusion.

"Oh, this Shan Gui brother's swordsmanship is so fierce. He didn't expect that the place he lives in was so simple."

Zhang Lan led the horse and followed Chen Qiu Xiaotie up the hillside, and made a comment. It was the first time Xiaotie came here, so she was extremely curious.

However, he didn't feel the mountain ghost shivering.

Back then, he and his master lived in seclusion in Liaodong, and it was not much better than here.

After living in this prosperous place in Luoyang and Suzhou for a long time, Xiao Tie suddenly missed this small house with a rural style.

When the mountain ghost heard the movement, he pushed open the door and greeted the three brothers under the starry sky.

There is still a book in his hand.

"Reading books at night again."

Chen Qiu said to the mountain ghost with dissatisfaction:

"You really don't want your eyes anymore. Sword skills have a high requirement for eyesight. Your problem really needs to be changed."

"You're talking too much! Sand sculpture."

The mountain ghost glanced at Chen Qiu and said casually.

He knew Chen Qiu was joking.

Everyone is a person who practices true qi. If you are tired of your eyes, use true qi to flow around your eyes and get rid of your fatigue. There are really few warriors in this world who have bad eyes.

Unless you are born with eye disease, there is nothing you can do about it.

But Gongsun Yu finally put away the book and welcomed the three of them into his room.

In the past three years, there have been more furnishings in the Shangui's house, with a decent desk, which contains four treasures of the study, and a paperweight made of stone. There are also a few words hanging on the wall.

It must have been written by himself.

From scattered to regularity, it represents several stages of mountain ghost reading and literacy.

Chen Qiu glanced at the house.

When I saw the lame chair that Qingqing liked the most, I felt a warm feeling in my heart, as if I had returned to the days when he and Qingqing were eating and drinking at the mountain ghost three years ago.

Ah, in a flash, three years have passed.

Time is so fast.

"I believe you received it."

Chen Qiu sat at the table, picked up the cucumber that he had just picked, rubbed it casually, took a bite, and said to Gongsun Yu, who had a ghost face:

"Are you going?"

Shan Gui glanced at Chen Qiu with a strange look.

What is this strange problem?

Kill the Northern Dynasties...

Will he refuse such a thing?

Chen Qiu saw the eyes of the mountain ghost and knew that he had asked a stupid question.

He coughed, put the letter in his arms on the table, and then drew a few strokes on the table with his fingers.

The cold air was everywhere, and a simple map of the northern foothills of Taihang was added on the table.

Under the shaking dim light, he said to the three people in front of him:

"According to the route given by Yelu Jienan, his sister was going to enter the grassland from Shanxi, and it should be near Datong. We can reach that place by crossing the northern foot of Taihang.

Moreover, the Northern Dynasties troops in Shanxi have been happily taken away to attack the Central Plains of Huainan, where the defense is very empty."

Chen Qiu stroked his fingers on the table, biting the cucumber, and said:

"Let's go in and out quickly, find a place to ambush. It's enough for a little midnight! It's just that I have to delay five or six days on the road, and I'm not very familiar with the northern foothills of Taihang."

“I’ve been there.”

The mountain ghost looked at the map on the table and said in a hoarse voice:

"When there are no Northern Dynasties on the southern foot of the mountain, I will also go to the northern foot of the mountain to take a walk. There are mountain people there who believe me and can serve as a guide."

"Okay, that's it."

Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Stay for three hours and then let's go."

"Wait, there's one more thing, don't forget."

Zhang Lan called the other three people, and he pointed on the table with a folding fan, saying:

"What should Yelu Wan do? You can't kill them together, right?"

"The Northern Dynasty's king is just asking us to save his sister."

Chen Qiu stroked the mouth of his chin, and he said:

"I didn't say where to send his sister. Yanjing will definitely not be able to go back to the grassland, so I might as well take it back to Luoyang and make plans."

"Okay, Chen Qiu, I didn't see it."

Zhang Lan smiled so slutty and weirdly, he said:

"I just got married, and I was thinking about the concubine. I was so arrogant. My wife was the Holy Fire Saint, and my concubine also had to be the eldest princess of the Northern Dynasty. Yes, yes, it's worthy of being...

Uh, how do you say that dirty word?”

"Rhodium cesium beryllium!"

Xiao Tie just answered a message, but Chen Qiu hit his forehead with a finger.

"If you don't learn good things, you will learn bad things!"

Chen Qiu said a word, then pushed the door and walked out. He came to the house he lived in three years ago with a familiarity. He pushed open the wooden door and didn't light the lights, and just lay on the bed.

The bedding still smells a little moldy.

But it doesn't matter. After walking around the snow in the body, the smell of mold on the bedding will disappear.

He lay on the bed, holding the sword jade, and entered his dream comfortably.

"Click"

Chen Qiu opened his eyes, moved his fingers in the dream, posing in the starting position of Liangyi Divine Fist, and said to Zhang Tugou who was holding a green bamboo stick in front of him:

"I heard that Gang Zhang's Lotus Stick is a masterpiece of the world. Today I will ask for advice."

No words all night.

Three hours, six hours later, Chen Qiu, who had been playing for eighteen hours in the dream, opened his eyes with a refreshing look.

He was turned around and Qiu Buping was abused all night, but Chen Qiu was already used to it.
To be continued...