Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 13 The Crying and Laughing of the Old Urchin

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The usual joking face was completely gone at this time, big teardrops flowed from his eyes, and his face was full of sorrowful expressions, coupled with his sincere appearance, it really made those who heard it sad, and those who saw it shed tears!

This turning action frightened the three of them.

Feng Heng and Fang Yanming even winked at Huang Yaoshi who was at a loss beside him.

Sighing secretly, Huang Yaoshi had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask: "Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, didn't you feel fine just now! Why did you suddenly feel sad and start crying, this is not like you. "

Whoa!The cry of the old naughty boy was even worse!Sobbing, he said: "The old naughty boy suddenly... suddenly thought of my poor senior brother! Senior brother!"

Knowing about the relationship between Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi had no choice but to comfort him gently.

"Brother Zhou, this person cannot be brought back to life after death. If the heart breaks his body, how can the soul of Chongyang Daoist in heaven feel at ease!"

"that's right!"

Zhou Botong suddenly yelled, lifted the wine jug beside him and poured it into his mouth, the wine wet his clothes along his lips and beard, showing a bit of arrogance.

Xu Shi was almost done drinking, he let out a breath, praised the good wine twice, and jumped up again, that sad look seemed to have never appeared before.

The speed of this face-changing was so fast that Fang Yanming was stunned.

Seeing his expression, Huang Yaoshi secretly smiled and explained.

"Brother Zhou has the heart of a child. He usually loves to be mischievous and mischievous, and he always thinks about it. You will understand after seeing him a few times."

He nodded numbly, but Fang Yanming couldn't move his eyes away.

Just finished talking about Zhou Botong's temper, he immediately showed it as soon as he thought about it.

He suddenly let out a cold snort, with his legs spread apart, his arms folded in front of his chest, his lips pouted high, and then he stretched out his fingers, pointing to the west, babbling incomprehensible words, looking very angry look.

Now even Huang Yaoshi couldn't figure it out, and asked cautiously: "Brother Zhou, what are you?"

Hearing his words, Zhou Botong put on an appearance of being lucky enough to receive his skills, he grinned and said triumphantly: "Huang Laoxie, you don't understand this! This is my old urchin's original magic skill of cursing people!"

"When you scold, no one knows what you're scolding! But it's so much fun!"

"The old naughty boy uses that old poison every day, and it feels good physically and mentally."

His words made Huang Yaoshi full of doubts, so he asked.

"Brother Zhou, but what did Brother Feng offend you? Do you need brothers to come forward and make peace?"

Hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, Zhou Botong's face was full of anger, he yelled at Xixi three times, and then performed another magical skill of swearing.

This made Huang Yaoshi even more confused.

After all, with the temperament of this old naughty boy, he almost never holds grudges. It is conceivable that he is angry in his heart for treating that Xidu Ouyang Feng with such actions.

So he quickly grabbed the old urchin and asked, "Brother Zhou, but what happened between you and Brother Feng?"

Seeing Zhou Botong's appearance, Feng Heng and Feng Heng were also very curious, staring at him intently.

Seeing their movements like this, Zhou Botong suddenly pulled Huang Yaoshi to the corner of the gazebo, and spoke in a voice he thought was secret.

Seeing the old urchin's appearance, Fang Yanming smiled, pointed at the figures of the two, and whispered something in Feng Heng's ear.

"Plotting loudly!"

Feng Heng couldn't help laughing out loud at these words, pointed his finger at his nephew's little head, and said something teasing.

"It's all weird words, what a little ghost!"

The conversation between Zhou Botong and Zhou Botong gradually attracted the attention of Fang Yanming and his wife.

"Huang Laoxie, the old naughty boy is telling you! That old poison is really shameless! He broke into my Quanzhen when my senior brother was inactive, and grabbed the Nine Yin Manual by force."

As soon as these words came out, the calm Huang Yaoshi was also shocked.

"Really? This...this...Brother Feng is acting like this?"

Glancing at him angrily, Zhou Botong snorted coldly and continued talking.

"My old naughty boy is playing around, so I won't lie to you with such nonsense!"

As soon as this remark came out, Huang Yaoshi was ashamed and even apologized to Zhou Botong.

"I hate that old poison, it actually made my senior brother feel uneasy when he was about to die! Wuwu... Senior brother..."

He cried three more times in grief, and then a smug smile appeared on his face, and he said sarcastically: "It's a pity that no matter how cunning that old poison is, it can't escape my senior brother's ingenuity."

"Oh? Brother Zhou, where did this start?"

The astonishment on Huang Yaoshi's face became more intense, after all, it involved the Nine Yin Manual, Wang Chongyang, Zhou Botong, Ouyang Feng.

This is an extremely important event in the Jianghu, even if he is as proud as him, he is very curious.

Zhou Botong didn't hold back, and continued to speak proudly, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Hmph! No matter how cunning that old poisonous thing is, he never thought that my senior brother would fake his death!"

"suspended animation!"

Hearing such secrecy, the three of them were shocked and exclaimed.

The old urchin curled his lips, glanced at Feng Heng and the two, and didn't care about their eavesdropping, so he simply dragged Huang Yaoshi to sit in front of the stone table, and continued to make gestures with joy.

"By the way, before my senior brother died, he had already anticipated the actions of that old poison. I am afraid that as soon as he dies, the old poison will come to Chongyang Palace to snatch the scriptures, but we will be unable to resist."

"So my senior brother came up with an idea. With the innate kung fu he had cultivated, he exchanged one yang finger with that duan emperor, and used it to restrain the old poison's toad kung fu. Then he closed his breath and feigned death with the returning breath kung fu, and lay in the coffin Among them, waiting for the arrival of the old poison."

Speaking of this, Huang Yaoshi asked suspiciously: "Brother Zhou, from the meaning of your words, do you not know about the fake death of Chongyang real person?"

"Although this return to rest technique is wonderful, but the breath can only be held for seven days at most. If Ouyang Feng never went there and no one woke him up, then wouldn't Chongyang Immortal!"

Hearing such words, the old urchin rarely sighed, and said, "I didn't know this until later."

"It turned out that my senior brother felt that his time was approaching, so he set up this plan."

"If the old poison does not come, it will naturally prove that he has no intention of grabbing the scriptures. This is naturally the best, and my senior brother can sleep peacefully."

"If he comes, then my senior brother will feel his breath, and he will naturally wake up from the suspended animation. Then he will use the Dali Duan family's one-yang finger unique skill to defeat his toad kung fu, so that I, Quanzhen, will have no worries."

Hearing this, Feng Heng showed a look of admiration on his face, and sighed: "Renren Wang is not only superb in martial arts, but also unparalleled in wisdom, which really makes the little girl admire. In this way, the prediction of the real Chongyang really came true. !"

Zhou Botong nodded bitterly, and suddenly slapped the ground, only to hear a bang, and a palm print appeared clearly on the rock-solid brick surface.

What he did made Huang Yaoshi startled, he thought to himself: This old naughty boy has such a great skill!

Thinking of something again, Zhou Botong hammered his chest three times in hatred, and said to the west: "I hate that old poison, my senior brother has only been inactive for three days, and he came to my Chongyang Palace to grab the scriptures."

"Kill my disciples and hurt my disciples! Even the old naughty boy is no match for him, he will take care of him for a long time."

"It's even more hateful that he completely disregarded his face for a mere scripture, so that my senior brother can't be buried safely!"

"Hmph! After the old naughty boy has practiced his martial arts well, he will definitely be going to trouble him!"

"Defeat this old poison, then stuff it into the latrine, and turn him into an old shit! Hey, old shit! Hahaha, that's a good idea! It's fun!"

The first half is still a deep hatred, but the second half has become a joke, this is the old naughty boy.

Seeing his appearance, the three couldn't help laughing, and Fang Yanming even echoed it.

"It's fun! It's fun! When the time comes to turn that old poison into an old shit, call me, I want to see it too!"

The old urchin readily agreed, with a smug look on his face, as if thinking of the old shit in his mouth.

"Okay! Good baby, when the old urchin concocts that old poison, I will go to Peach Blossom Island to find you, and play together, play together!"

It's a pity, there is Feng Heng next to him.

First, he suppressed Fang Yanming and pulled him away from the old urchin.Afterwards, the pretty face was full of curiosity, and she asked gently: "Brother Zhou, what about the Nine Yin Manual?"

Sensing Feng Heng's intentions, the old naughty boy hurriedly clutched his chest, and retreated to the edge of the pavilion in three or two steps.

Naturally, he couldn't hide Huang Yaoshi's actions.

That bland face was instantly filled with fiery look, then thought of something, sighed, and waved to Zhou Botong.

"Brother Zhou, it seems that the Nine Yin Scriptures are on your body now! Don't worry! Huang keeps his word, and will never learn from that western poison and grab your scriptures by force."

Glancing suspiciously, Zhou Botong held his chest and took two steps cautiously. Seeing that Huang Yaoshi really had no intention of doing anything, he sat down with a relaxed expression on his face.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone pulling his hair twice, turned around and lowered his head, and found Fang Yanming's flattering little face.

Laughing, Zhou Botong stretched out his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, brushing his neat hair out of order, and laughed casually.

"Little baby, with your little chick's appearance, you don't want to steal the scriptures from the old naughty boy, do you?"

He slapped Zhou Botong twice angrily, but he didn't hit Zhou Botong's hand, so Fang Yanming had no choice but to dodge, ran back to Feng Heng, poohed at the old urchin twice, and opened his mouth angrily.

"Bah bah! What is a little chick! You old naughty boy, your words are so ugly! I just want to ask what the Nine Yin Manual is!"

Hearing his words, the old urchin shook his finger and said, "Go ask your uncle, the old urchin has been telling stories for too long, and his mouth is very, very dry."

After finishing speaking, he stopped paying attention to others, and opened a jar of new wine on his own, and drank it freely...

(End of this chapter)