Daqin: Inheritance of Jiu Jianxian at the beginning of the game, abandoning martial arts and cultiva

No wonder he looks so good-looking, let’s just say, there are not many good-looking people in the Palace of Han, how could it be possible to meet anyone who is stunning in the world, it can’t be the old guy Han Wang who is old and dizzy.

Feeling the greasy hands on the back of her hands, Mrs. Mingzhu felt very uncomfortable.

Helping the fat pig Han Wangan to the bed, he threw him directly on the bed.

As soon as the old guy Han Wangan was thrown on the bed, the old guy wanted to touch Mrs. Mingzhu.

How could Mrs. Mingzhu let him succeed, she avoided King Han's arms in a flash.

"My lord, don't be in a hurry! Let Mingzhu beat your back first, so that your lord can relax."

Avoiding Han Wangan's embrace, Mingzhu stepped forward again and put her jade hand on Han Wangan's chest and said softly.

Hearing this, Han Wangan thought the same thing, there is no rush, take your time.

He just lay down directly, lying on the bed like a dead pig.

Mrs. Mingzhu first got up and lit the incense beside the bed, and then climbed onto the bed to give Han Wangan a massage.

Seeing Mrs. Mingzhu lighting the incense, Han Wang didn't react at all. He was used to lighting the incense every time.

The most important thing is that he feels refreshed every time he burns the incense, and he feels that the effect of the incense is quite good.

After lighting the incense, Ziyu, who was hiding in the cabinet, immediately sensed that something was wrong.

There is a problem with the incense, this is Ziyu's first reaction.

Ziyu quickly covered his mouth and nose, and circulated the true energy in his body to avoid being confused by the incense.

Sure enough, within three or four minutes, Han Wangan, who was still comfortably lying on the bed receiving the massage from Mrs. Mingzhu, was already sound asleep.

Seeing this scene, Ziyu was even more sure that there was something wrong with the incense. .

After another 2 minutes, seeing that Han Wangan was completely asleep, Mrs. Mingzhu kicked the fat pig Han Wangan aside, and got out of bed without even looking at Han Wangan.

Ziyu also crawled out of the cabinet, just in time to see Mrs. Mingzhu kicking Han Wangan.

"So cruel?"

The corner of Ziyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help saying.

It is said that a couple of one day is a hundred days of grace, and Mrs. Mingzhu and Han Wangan probably don't know about the couple for a hundred days. It is too cruel to say that they are kicking and kicking.

The point is that Han Wangan, a fat pig, was also sleeping to death. He didn't react at all after being kicked by Mrs. Mingzhu, and he was just having his erotic dreams there.

Hearing Ziyu's words, Mrs. Mingzhu directly slapped Ziyu again. This guy might not be able to keep his secret after seeing his secret.

"Again!"

Seeing Mrs. Mingzhu who was attacking him again, Ziyu let out a low cry, and quickly put up a fight again.

The sound of the two fighting quickly aroused the reaction of the maids outside, thinking that Mrs. Mingzhu was assassinated.

These servant girls are all devoted loyalists cultivated by Mrs. Mingzhu, and everyone only obeys her orders.

If it weren't for these maidservants being hers, Mrs. Mingzhu wouldn't dare to blatantly give Han Wang an a.s.sociation.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing the concerned words of the maids outside, Mrs. Mingzhu didn't want them to come in.

"I'm fine, you go down first! If something happens, I will call you!"

Mrs. Mingzhu had no choice but to yell for the maids to retreat. After hearing Mrs. Mingzhu's order, the maids did not doubt it and retreated straight away.

Although they were disturbed by the servant girl, the attacks in their hands did not stop.

But it was Mrs. Mingzhu who was attacking, and Ziyu was mainly on defense.

"Madam, Ziyu really didn't mean to offend, I hope Madam will forgive me."

Seeing that Mingzhu still didn't stop attacking, Ziyu had no choice but to explain while dodging.

He really didn't do it on purpose, who would have known that a random person would be Mrs. Mingzhu.

"Hehe, do you believe what Mr. Ziyu said?"

Facing Ziyu's explanation, Mrs. Mingzhu just sneered and asked back.

Ziyu saw that Mrs. Mingzhu couldn't make sense, so she had to take down the other party first.

Mrs. Mingzhu's strength is mainly in the illusion, charm and poisonous art.

That's the case with personal attacks. It's okay to face those who are weaker than herself, but she can't beat anyone who is stronger than herself.

Ziyu didn't even use a weapon, he was just empty-handed. After a few moves, Mrs. Mingzhu was already invincible.

Ziyu slapped it with his palm, and he was about to slap Mrs. Mingzhu's lower abdomen, but Ziyu withdrew his hand in time.

Drunk Immortal Mochizuki stepped behind Mrs. Mingzhu, and directly captured Mrs. Mingzhu.

"Madam, can you listen to my explanation now?"

Looking at Mrs. Mingzhu in his arms, Ziyu asked softly.

Feeling the heat in her ears, Mrs. Mingzhu was a little ashamed.

Although she usually looks a little open, she is a real big girl, and she and Han Wangan are just a play, but Han Wangan, an idiot, thinks it's real.

At this moment, Ziyu was so provocative, she was quite annoyed, but now she has nothing to do in Ziyu's hands.

"Everyone in the world says that Mr. Ziyu is a first-class romantic talent in the world. When I saw him today, the talented girl didn't see it, but this romantic girl has a deep understanding."

Mrs. Mingzhu couldn't help but said angrily, she almost said that Ziyu is a ridiculous son.

"Thank you Madam for your compliment, Ziyu will take my leave first."

Faced with Mrs. Mingzhu's ridicule, Ziyu was not ashamed, but rather proud, and replied a little shamelessly.

But it was time for him to leave. Hearing Ziyu's farewell words, Mrs. Mingzhu wished that the bastard Ziyu would leave.

Ziyu left, and before leaving, he took a souvenir, an earring from Mrs. Mingzhu's ear.

Mrs. Mingzhu was a little ashamed at this time, this guy is holding an earring with his mouth, it's too disgusting.

At this time, her face was a little blushing, and there were only her and that dead fat pig Han Wangan left in the room.

Chapter 155 Teaching Red Lotus Martial Arts

Seeing Ziyu's leaving back, Mrs. Mingzhu vowed to make Ziyu look good.

"Mingzhu, um..."

While Mrs. Mingzhu was still thinking about what happened just now, Han Wang on the bed couldn't help uttering a raving sound.

Hearing this sound, Mrs. Mingzhu glanced at Han Wangan in disgust, and kicked Han Wangan a few more times in the past, not afraid of kicking the old guy Han Wangan awake.

Poor Han Wangan has become a punching bag again. I am afraid that at this time he thought he was playing games with Mrs. Mingzhu. .

After leaving the palace of Mrs. Mingzhu, Ziyu looked at the earrings in his hand and put them into his clothes.

Continue to go to other places, he came here to find Honglian, he has not forgotten the purpose of his trip, although there are some episodes in the middle.

Ziyu searched for a while again, this time there was no oolong, and finally found Honglian's residence.

At this time, Xiao Honglian was hacking and stabbing under a peach blossom tree by herself with a sword.

There was no order in every move, as if he was sulking.

Every time he swung his sword, there was a murmur in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Ziyu reached out to take a few peach blossoms, and threw them at Honglian, ready to test Honglian.

Honglian's reaction was quite fast, and Ziyu didn't use much force.

Honglian turned around and slashed at the flying peach blossoms with the sword in her hand.

Facing an iron sword, a peach blossom without much power is like an egg hitting a stone, it will shatter at the first touch.

Looking in the direction of the peach blossoms, she didn't expect it to be Ziyu. Honglian thought that Ziyu had forgotten and would not come, so she suddenly relaxed.

But there was still a piece of peach blossom flying towards her, looking at Honglian who had already relaxed, Ziyu had no choice but to use her body skills to block the blow first.

This blow hits a person, although it will not cause death or serious injury, but it will inevitably cause some discomfort.

However, although Ziyu stopped the blow one step ahead, Honglian was still frightened.

Honglian's foot slipped and she was about to fall. Although Ziyu had his back to Honglian, he was still observing what was going on behind him.

At this time, Honglian was so frightened by her stupid and cute actions that she closed her eyes.

However, after several seconds passed, Guren didn't feel any pain.

Honglian couldn't help but wonder, didn't she fall down?It doesn't hurt at all.

Honglian slowly opened her eyes, how could she have fallen at this time.

At this time, Honglian was in Ziyu's arms. It turned out that Ziyu hugged Honglian in time at the critical moment, otherwise Honglian would have to fall.

Looking at the cute-looking Honglian in his arms, Ziyu couldn't help but smile softly.

"What? Are you still up?"

Hearing Ziyu's teasing tone, Honglian was a little shy, and quickly turned over from Ziyu's arms, and stood firmly beside Ziyu.

"Thank you, Brother Ziyu! If it weren't for Brother Ziyu, Honglian would have made a fool of herself."

Hong Lian immediately blushed and said shyly, almost embarrassing in front of Zi Yu, really.

"How can you blame Honglian? If you want to blame, you can blame Brother Ziyu. If Brother Ziyu didn't want to try it out, you wouldn't almost fall down. Fortunately, nothing happened to Honglian."

Ziyu looked at the shy Honglian and patted her head and said gently, he really can't blame Honglian too much for this matter, it's not that he wanted to test it out.

Feeling the warmth of the person in the hair, Hong Lian became even more shy. Zi Yu is the first person besides her relatives to touch her head like this when she grows up so big.

It felt weird, a little warm, and something different.

"Why did Brother Ziyu come so late? Hong Lian thought that Brother Ziyu would not come?"

Hearing Honglian's singing voice, Ziyu naturally couldn't tell the truth.

"Brother Ziyu, I am delayed by something, Honglian should wait anxiously?"

Sometimes white lies are necessary, of course, this is just Ziyu's own opinion.

Listening to Ziyu's explanation, Hong Lian doesn't really care, what he cares about is whether Ziyu will come, as long as he comes.

The two were very close at this time, and Honglian suddenly smelled a familiar smell on Ziyu, and felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

She couldn't think of it anymore, and she didn't go into it anymore, but just wrote down the scent.

"No, Hong Lian just waited for Brother Ziyu for a while, and Brother Ziyu came just in time."

After the chat was over, Ziyu began to teach Honglian martial arts.

Honglian's martial arts are relatively weak, no different from beginners.

Ziyu didn't intend to teach her any more advanced martial arts and martial arts. The main thing was to practice zhenqi, and the second was to practice some basic swordsmanship.

Ziyu is more inclined to teach the Red Lotus Nine Heavens Xuannv Sutra in terms of true qi skills, and the formula of longevity is obviously not very suitable for Honglian.

As for the swordsmanship, Ziyu is more hesitant. In the original book, Honglian uses the same soft sword as Zinu.

Ziyu didn't know whether he should teach Honglian some soft sword skills or teach her some of his more commonly used sword skills.

Since I don't know what to do, let Honglian make this decision. Ziyu thinks it's better to leave such a matter to her to decide.

"Guren, do you have a favorite weapon?"

Hearing Ziyu asking herself, Honglian stopped what she was doing.

"arms?"

Thinking of weapons, she couldn't help but glance down at the long sword in her hand.

The sword in her hand is the most common weapon in the world, and many knights prefer this long sword.

But she herself doesn't like it very much, but she has never found a suitable weapon.

In fact, she herself didn't know what weapon was suitable for her, she just used the long sword when she saw that many people used it.

"I don't know either, how about Brother Ziyu, you can help me choose a weapon!"

Honglian directly threw the question back to Ziyu, asking Ziyu to choose one for her.

Hearing this, Ziyu thought for a while, and felt that it was too early to choose a weapon. Weapons can be developed slowly, and martial arts can be practiced first.

As for the weapon, he already has an idea. Since Honglian didn't say anything, it means that she is not interested in ordinary long swords. In this case, give her a soft sword.