Flourishing age's Medical concubine

"There's an assassin!" the bodyguard exclaimed and looked at the man who landed on the roof not far away. The onlookers became more excited and robbed the bride?! How dare you steal a kiss at the foot of the emperor of Jinling imperial city! But soon there was some doubt. The man on the roof is dressed in dark blue cloth. Although he looks a bit like a fairy, he... Seems to be thirty or forty years old? It's said that Nangong is only sixteen. Suddenly, the support of the masses looked at Wei Shizi. Or the handsome prince Wei, the princess of Xingcheng is more like a perfect match.

"Ha ha." young master Xiange smiled in his heart. Is he thirty or forty? That's very kind.

Wei Junmo narrowed his eyes, stepped forward and stared at the man on the roof and said, "in Xiawei Junmo, what advice do you have?"

Brush! In a flash of cold light, a sword in the man's hand came out of its scabbard and pointed at Wei Junmo from a distance. Lang said, "I heard that Wei Shizi has excellent martial arts. I'm here to experience it."

There was a lot of booing at the bottom. People are going to get married. You want to come to everyone. Isn't this just looking for trouble?

Wei Junmo said indifferently, "Wei Junmo seems to have never lived with you."

The man sniffed impatiently and said, "I've taken too much nonsense. Don't fight for a word. First, if you can't beat the sword in my hand, I'll take the bride away." Wei Junmo's eyes changed and said in a deep voice: "in that case, please give me advice." on the wedding day, Wei Junmo naturally couldn't take a murder weapon with him. But although he didn't bring anyone else, he did. He dodged the long sword in the hand of a bodyguard around him, flicked the long sword and pointed at the middle-aged man, "please."

"Shizi, think twice." the bodyguard leader nearby whispered, "I don't know where the Jianghu reckless men come from. My subordinates sent someone to send them off." it's enough to challenge on the wedding day!

"You are not his opponent." Wei Junmo glanced faintly at the string song childe standing on one side with a smile and speechless, and flew to the roof not far away.

"Wow!" when did the people in the capital see such a scene? Watching you and me fighting on the roof, they exclaimed one after another.

After only a few moves, Wei Junmo found that this seemingly immortal middle-aged man might be one of the most powerful enemies he met in his life. Even Gong Yuchen didn't give him such great pressure. Every move of the middle-aged seems insignificant. There is neither the sword Qi of Wei Junmo at the peak of his martial arts, nor any exquisite moves. But such an understatement gave him a feeling that he had to try his best to avoid it. Not to mention fighting back.

"It's very good to have such accomplishments at a young age. It's much better than my lackluster apprentice." Wei Junmo was dissatisfied with his ability, but the middle-aged man obviously praised him and nodded and smiled.

Wei Junmo was silent. Even if he fell below, he was not anxious and impatient. One sword followed another. Although each sword was inadvertently broken by the middle-aged man, he didn't feel discouraged at all.

In the twinkling of an eye, they had already made four or five hundred moves on the roof, and the speed of Wei Junmo's sword was gradually heavy and slow. The people watching the excitement could not see anything. They just felt that every sword of Wei Shizi was majestic and seemed very powerful. The middle-aged man didn't look at it, but people who knew martial arts knew that Wei Junmo was at the end of a powerful crossbow.

"Young master Xiange... Can Wei Shizi win?" Nangong Hui asked anxiously as she stood beside Xiange.

Young master Xiange gently shook the folding fan and said with a smile, "don't be kidding. Wei Junmo is only 22 years old again." Wei Junmo is not a monster, but he is not a monster himself. If he really wins the world, no one who practices martial arts will live.

"What can I do?" Nangong Hui frowned and considered the possibility of mobilizing bodyguards to directly siege and shoot people down with bows and arrows when Wei Junmo lost. Although it's bad to see blood on the wedding day, it's even worse if the man says it's true that Wei Junmo wins and he takes Mo'er away.

The string song smiled and looked at the flower sedan next to it and didn't speak.

I saw a flash of red shadow in front of the sedan chair. Before they recovered, they saw a red slim figure flying to the two people fighting not far away like a red Luan bird. Under the warm sunshine, the Golden Phoenix on the red dress is shining. When the red shadow passed the crowd, it also conveniently pulled out the long sword in one of the people's hands and landed on the roof in the shocked eyes of the people.

Wei Junmo was embarrassed to avoid the sword stabbed by the middle-aged man. He had never been so weak for so many years, even if he lost both sides with Gong Yuchen. Just standing still, a strong wind came again. Wei Junmo's eyes sank, raised his hand, raised his long sword and cut it off. This is a red long Ling shot from behind, which just entangled the sword stabbed by the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up his sword eyebrow, raised his hand and cut a finger gap. Red Ling retreated back. Nangong Mo stepped forward and reached out to hold Wei Junmo.

"Bad girl, I started to help outsiders before I got married. It's really an outgoing girl." looking at Nangong Mo, the middle-aged man sighed unhappily.

Nangong Mo was helpless and said, "martial uncle, bullying the younger generation is not your style. He is hurt."

The middle-aged man snorted: "martial arts are pretty good, much better than your senior brother. Don't count it on me. I won't be so boring. Your master said he forgot to beat the boy first when he remembered."

"..." master, do you dare to be reliable once? In addition, I agreed to the master's proposal without hesitation. Are you really not bored?

After taking a look at the people looking at him, Nangong Mo said helplessly, "martial uncle, can you stop?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, pointed to them and said with a smile: "take my 1000 moves, I believe you are qualified to take Mo'er girl." Nangong Mo helped his forehead, "martial uncle... I still want to worship." the middle-aged man turned his eyes and said, "what are you afraid of? If he can't move, martial uncle will let your senior brother replace him."

A flash of fire flashed in young master Wei's calm eyes, raised his hand and raised his sword: "senior, please."

The man nodded with satisfaction and said, "that's decent. How many moves have just passed? If you don't remember, let's start over." Wei Junmo said in a deep voice: "723 moves."

"Eh?" the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Junmo in surprise. In this case, he was still in the mood to write down his moves. More importantly, the boy didn't take the opportunity to add more moves. His character was passable and his brain was not stupid. Glancing at Nangong Mo, who was standing behind Wei Junmo with an disapproving face, the middle-aged man waved magnanimously and said, "well, I can't help my mother. You go with this boy."