Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 91 I’m not his father!

Canglan Courtyard.

back yard.

Dugu Qiubai stood in a daze.

At a glance, the garden is full of women.

Some of them are playing cuju, light kung fu up and down, jumping several feet, it's outrageous!
Some are competing with swords, clanging and graceful, and it seems that they are using a kind of exquisite swordsmanship.

Others are sitting in a small pavilion, playing the piano and flute, and the tunes are sweet and gentle, which directly touch the hearts of the people.

There seems to be a special force in this piano sound, which only affects people with internal strength.

It seems that the deeper one's inner strength is, the more oppressed one will feel. It's really mysterious.

"As expected of the Nandi Sword Immortal, even the people around him are so powerful!"

Dugu Qiufei couldn't help but sigh.

The people in Canglan Bieyuan are all proficient in martial arts.

Even a maid serving tea and pouring water is still stepping on brilliant lightness kung fu.

Let’s look at the Nan Emperor Sword Immortal himself.

Lying in the pile of women, so enjoy it!
At this moment, Dugu Qiubai heard slight footsteps.

But I saw a woman with a light-colored skirt floating over: "Your Majesty, the Song Dynasty officials are here again!"

Duan Yu frowned: "He's here again?"

Dugu Qiubai was surprised that even the Emperor of Song Dynasty wanted to visit Nandi Sword Immortal in person?

This card. Tsk, tsk, tsk!
It's really nothing to do with each other!
You Rong smiled slightly, with a graceful demeanor, nodded lightly and said: "The official family of the Song Dynasty still has gifts, and is waiting in the front hall."

"No, it's really annoying!" Duan Yu waved his hand.

"Uh!"

Dugu Qiubai on the side looked dumbfounded.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty is here in person, so it’s fine if you don’t rush to greet him, don’t you want to see him?Reject directly?
Is this what people do?

Oh, you are not a human, you are an immortal.
excuse me.

Thinking that he was a handyman, Dugu Qiubai moved back unnaturally, and continued to bury his head in weeding.

"Mr. Duan, I'm missing. Will you make him angry again?" Wang Yuyan asked worriedly.

I heard that last time Zhao Xu was polite on the surface, but in reality he had to be light-hearted.

Duan Yu snorted: "He came here just to continue his life, and I'm not his father!"

As he said, he picked up the white jade cup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Yu Yan, how about we go for a spring outing today?"

"Yeah!" Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, the corners of her delicate mouth were slightly raised, she was very happy.

After hearing this, Zhong Ling couldn't sit still: "Let's go! Let's go out for spring!"

"Let's go!" Duan Yu acted resolutely, put down the white jade cup and got up, and started a spring outing that said he would leave.

Wang Yuyan and the others are so beautiful that they are too beautiful at first glance.

Anyone walking on the street will attract frequent attention and the road is chaotic.

When they walk together, the impact is stronger.

Wherever they passed by, the men on the street were all stunned, hating that they only had two eyes, which were not enough.

The women, on the other hand, curled their lips, full of jealousy.

When seeing Duan Yu in the middle, one after another had another expression, I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Today's Tokyo city is not too hot.

Outside the city is full of spring.

Looking around, many people come out for a spring outing.

One piece of men and women.

There are also small tents set up on the grass by the river, and there is a burst of laughter from time to time.

Fortunately, it was not at night, otherwise the story would be long.

Wang Yuyan found a place with few people, spread out blankets, and everyone sat on the floor.

They are sitting or lying down, with leisurely expressions, talking about interesting things, feeling the bright sunshine and fresh air.

Of course, it's all serious.

In this bright spring environment, even Duan Yu had no other thoughts.

Simply outing and relaxing.

Suddenly, yellow dust rose in the distance, like a long dragon.

Wang Yuyan sat up and said with a smile: "I don't know which dandy family came out to play and brought so many people."

Today's Song Dynasty has been fighting with its surroundings all year round, and there is an extreme shortage of horses. Ordinary wealthy families simply cannot keep so many horses.

And this team, there are more than 20 people, all of them are riding horses and well-dressed.

Just as he was talking, the ground shook and the sound of horse hooves rolled in.

In a blink of an eye, the horse team was in front of us.

The first rider was wearing a dark green robe. He was about twenty years old and had a face like a crown of jade.

He held the rein in one hand and the cuju in the other, as if rushing to cuju.

"Hey! What a beautiful little lady!"

The green-robed young man let out a sigh.

"Yu!" With a shout, the horse team behind him stopped immediately.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"Quick, quick! Take out my pen and ink, I want to draw a picture of beauty!"

The young man sat on the horse, unscrupulously looking up and down at Wang Yuyan's daughters, left and right, staring at them.

A sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked entourage behind him said: "His Royal Highness Duan Wang, we agreed to go to Cuju, why do you suddenly want to draw again?"

Duan Wang shouted: "You know what a fart, it's rare to meet such a beauty, wouldn't it be impossible to sleep at night if you don't draw it?"

Seeing that this kid was about to draw his wife, Duan Yu frowned and snorted softly.

Everyone on the horse swayed, and their faces turned pale.

"Bold, do you dare to block the driver of Duan Wangfu?"

Duan Yu is a man alone, caught among all the women, attracting attention.

Countless gazes pierced like sharp knives, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, this person's internal strength is impressive! Be careful!"

The eyes of the two middle-aged warriors soared.

Lifting the reins lightly, the two steered their horses in front of King Duan, pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and looked alert.

Looking at King Duan, Duan Yu smiled: "You are Zhao Ji, no wonder you are so grandiose and prestige."

King Duan of the Great Song Dynasty, named Zhao Ji, was the most incompetent Song Huizong in history.

This kid has a wide range of hobbies, not only painting but calligraphy, and he also likes Cuju very much.

The tall and thin man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks beside him, presumably Gao Lian?
"How dare you! How dare you call my His Highness by his first name!" the entourage shouted. "Noisy!"

Duan Yu looked calm, not angry, and slapped him casually.

The tall and thin man flew far away with his followers, not knowing whether he was going to die or not, without uttering a single scream.

Zhao Ji couldn't help being furious: "I just want to draw these beauties, why are you blocking me and hurting my people!"

What he said was so unreasonable, Duan Yu was almost amused.

"So what?" He glanced at Zhao Ji disdainfully, not bothering to reason with him.

"Your Excellency relies on martial arts to be strong? Don't make me think that I am afraid of you!"

Zhao Ji pointed to several attendants around: "They are the guards invited by my Prince Duan's Mansion, and they are also well-known people in the martial arts world!"

Zhong Ling giggled, pointed to those few people, shook his head and laughed coquettishly: "With just a few pieces of material, they dare to say that they are famous in the martial arts world. It's really ridiculous!"

"Miss, are you looking down on our Yellow River Four Madness?"

Before Zhong Ling could reply, one of the middle-aged men with a pony face made a move, pointing his sword at Zhong Ling.

"Ding!"

Wang Yuyan flicked her finger, and the strong finger force smashed the long sword in the air.

Everyone was taken aback, their hearts beating violently, and they felt an invisible awe for this beautiful woman.

Their gazes no longer dared to be unrestrained.

Blood spilled from the tiger's mouth, and the horse-faced man turned around, staring at Wang Yuyan, with bloodshot eyes, and said grimly, "Who are you?"

Wang Yuyan glanced at him indifferently: "This is someone you can't afford to offend."

"Okay, I'll remember you!" The horse-faced man bared his teeth and smiled ferociously. His face was distorted, ferocious and frightening.

Wang Yuyan raised her eyebrows, and slapped her lightly with her palm.

"puff!"

After receiving a palm from the air, the horse-faced man turned into a black shadow and flew backwards, rolling more than ten feet before stopping.

"Boss!"

The other three of the Four Crazies of the Yellow River rushed over to help him up.

At this time, the horse-faced man was very miserable, blood was stained on the corner of his mouth, and his chest was wet, his eyes were blurred, and his spirit was listless.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Ji frowned slightly.

He never thought that the "horse maniac" who boasted very much on weekdays would be beaten like this by a woman.

"Your Highness. I. No... nothing!"

The horse-faced man tried hard to hold it in, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and almost sprayed it in Zhao Ji's face.

Zhao Ji just said that these people were powerful, but now they were beaten like this. Zhao Ji felt very humiliated.

"They are my people! How dare you injure them!" Zhao Ji said coldly.

Duan Yu looked unhappy: "Who do you think you are? Do you dare to look at my Duan's woman?"

"Surname Duan?"

Zhao Ji frowned: "Are you Duan Yu, the ruler of Dali?"

"Now that you know it, why don't you hurry up?"

Zhao Ji shouted: "You, a barbarian chief, are so unruly in Tokyo City, you are really rebelling!"

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

With a cold expression on Wang Yuyan's face, she pulled out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped her hand, and threw it on the ground.

"You dare to hit me?"

Zhao Ji clutched his left cheek, staring at Wang Yuyan with his eyes as if breathing fire.

He has grown up so big, and he has never been beaten in a big dick.

Still being beaten by a woman!

Even if he had a good impression before, now he hates it to death.

"If you dare to speak rudely again, I will kill you!" Wang Yuyan said calmly, with a cold expression.

After being the Queen of Dali Kingdom for ten years and taking charge of the Xiaoyao Sect, she is no longer the innocent girl she was back then.

"You are so brave!"

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth, his delicate face twisted and ferocious.

He let go of his hand, and the five fingerprints on his face were clearly visible, as if branded on it, very obvious.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come on!"

Zhao Ji gave an order, and twenty followers from Prince Duan's Mansion immediately came to kill him.

Among them, several martial arts masters worked hard.

Wang Yuyan's figure fluttered, and she waved her sleeves a few times, clearing the scene in an instant.

The so-called "Four Madnesses of the Yellow River" are no more than a united enemy.

Picking up Zhao Ji, Wang Yuyan said lightly, "If you want to die, I don't mind letting you go!"

"Yuyan, he is just a scourge, if you kill him, just kill him!"

Duan Yu looked cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Hearing what they said, Zhao Ji's heart trembled, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

As soon as his knees softened, he knelt down on the spot: "Forgive me! Please forgive me, both of you!"

"I admit that my voice was a bit loud just now, I was wrong! Can you let me go?"

"Duan Lang, let him go."

Zhong Ling shook his head helplessly: "He is also the prince of Song Dynasty, the younger brother of the official family. If he is really killed, he will cause trouble for Dali."

"Yes, yes, the official family is my elder brother! Born from a father!"

Zhao Ji hurriedly said: "For the sake of the people of Dali and the diplomatic relations between the two countries, you must not kill me!"

"Forget it! But capital crimes can be forgiven, but living crimes are hard to forgive!"

Wang Yuyan snorted softly and slapped her jade palm lightly, Zhao Ji trembled and fell to the ground.

His body was like a puddle of mud, and he fell limply on the ground, as if his body had no bones.

Duan Yu could tell that what Wang Yuyan used was the Bone Transforming Palm.

But he didn't exert any force, otherwise Zhao Ji's bones would be as soft as cotton, broken everywhere, and his organs would be ruptured.

At this time, Zhao Ji hit the ground with his head on the ground, gnawed on the mud with his mouth, and made a ho ho sound in his throat.

He was swimming like an earthworm, in a panic.

After a while, his body was shaking, he was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

It was obvious that they had suffered severe pain in their bodies, Zhong Ling and the others couldn't bear to see it.

Wang Yuyan waved her hands indifferently: "He can't die, he'll be punished for an hour, let's go!"

Disturbed by the boy Zhao Ji, the few people were no longer in the mood to go out, packed up their things and returned to Canglan Bieyuan.

(End of this chapter)