Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s spring again.

In the morning, Qin Chuan strolled through the tea plantation as usual.

Lao Yu is still close behind.

“Boss, this year’s tea is much better than last year.”

Lao Yu looked at the tea garden, full of life, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled without speaking.

After several months of cultivation, Qin Chuan could be regarded as channeling a lot of murderous energy.

It’s just that these days, Qin Chuan feels that his temper is a little short tempered and irritable.

But after the cycle of life energy, it will be much better.

So much so that Qin Chuan spent a lot more time in the mountains.

Naturally, the tea plant is also growing much better than last year.

“Lao Yu, in two days, you can arrange for the tea households in the village to pick tea.”

“Everything still comes according to the rules.”

Lao Yu respectfully handed over his hand and said:

“Old man understands.”

In recent days, Qin Chuan’s temper has been a little irritable, and Lao Yu has also noticed it.

After all, Xiao Feng’s children were about to be born, and the two ladies still did not move, and Lao Yu understood Qin Chuan’s mood.

Because of this, his mood was no better than Qin Chuan.

I thought about whether to help Qin Chuan find two more family affairs, and two more people to work together, maybe the chance would be greater.

Affected by the murderous aura, Qin Chuan’s domineering appearance did not detect the complicated thoughts in Lao Yu’s heart.

Setting the time for picking tea, Qin Chuan returned to the tea estate and began to channel the murderous life.

Qin Chuan found that the consumption of spirit tea during this period was also much faster than usual.

However, as the influence of murderous qi on himself became smaller and smaller, Qin Chuan felt that everything was worth it.

But Qin Chuan didn’t know that the murderous aura he channeled was only a small part.

More murderous qi, suppressed in the body by life energy.

When the life energy can’t suppress the murderous qi, that’s when Qin Chuan’s mind is damaged.

What will happen then, it is impossible to predict.

It can be said that now Qin Chuan is sitting on a powder keg, and whenever a trace of fire appears, it can blow him to pieces.

No, a Zhuang Ding ran in and reported that someone was visiting outside the tea estate.

Qin Chuan, who was disturbed, looked cold, and his eyes showed a scarlet murderous aura uncontrollably.

Zhuang Ding was suddenly taken aback.

The murderous aura was out of control, and Qin Chuan’s mind began to be affected.

After a moment, Qin Chuan sensed that something was wrong and put away his murderous aura.

But that Zhuang Ding was already pale and shivering.

Qin Chuan couldn’t help but press his forehead and let him go out and call people in.

Zhuang Ding ran out of the tea room with a roll like an amnesty.

A moment later, a hearty laugh reached Qin Chuan’s ears.

Then a middle-aged man wearing a white cloth robe and a handsome appearance walked in.

The hearty laughter came from his mouth.

The man was about thirty years old, with a distinctive beard on his face, and his trim was as neat and beautiful as his eyebrows.

Four eyebrows, Lu Xiaofeng.

A name suddenly appeared in Qin Chuan’s heart, and the features on his face were so obvious, Qin Chuan couldn’t think of a second one.

“In Xialu, Xiaofeng, I have seen Lord Qin Zhuang.”

Qin Chuan smiled and said without hurry:

“You are Lu Xiaofeng, hey, you brought such a beautiful little girl over.”

Qin Chuan was a little unable to control his thinking at the moment, as if he had exposed his nature, and his speech was a little frivolous.

Just now, Qin Chuan’s attention was focused on Lu Xiaofeng.

Now, I found that behind Lu Xiaofeng, there was also a beautiful little girl.

“Lord Qin Zhuang, hello, my surname is Xue, and my name is Xue Bing.”

“Xue Bing, Xue Bing of the Xue family of the Daming God Needle Villa?”

Qin Chuan couldn’t help but look at her more.

Xue Bing blushed slightly and nodded.

“What a good little girl, it’s a pity to follow Lu Xiaofeng, this old man.”

Qin Chuan looked at Xue Bing with a regretful expression, as if he was fighting for her.

If it were usual, Qin Chuan would not say such annoying things to the person he met for the first time.

But at this moment, what Qin Chuan said came from the heart and was undisguised.

Lu Xiaofeng and Xue Bing were suddenly embarrassed by Qin Chuan’s somewhat blunt words.

For the cheeky Lu Xiaofeng to show such an expression, Qin Chuan felt very happy.

He smiled and said:

“What are you two doing when you come to my Qin Family Tea Estate today?”

Lu Xiaofeng coughed lightly twice, hiding his embarrassment, and said with a chuckle:

“I came here this time to make friends with Lord Qin Zhuang.”

Make friends?

Qin Chuan was a little confused about Lu Xiaofeng’s brain circuit.

But looking at Lu Xiaofeng’s hippie smiling face, he suddenly wanted to add some blockage to him.

So, the corners of Qin Chuan’s mouth twitched slightly, revealing an evil smile, and said grimly:

“Not everyone is qualified to be my friend.”

Qin Chuan has completely let go of himself, this kind of pretense words, he has long wanted to say, but he has never been able to find a suitable occasion.

Seeing Qin Chuan belittle Lu Xiaofeng like this, Xue Bing was naturally unhappy in his heart.

Her nickname Xue Bing is ‘Cold Rakshasa’, one of the ‘Four Tigresses’ of Daming Rivers and Lakes.

Such a man who hurts her in front of her, she can endure.

Of course, I can’t bear it.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to stop the angry Xue Bing, still with a casual smile on his face, but there were more doubts in his eyes.

He wondered how Qin Chuan was so different from what he had heard.

And obviously it was the first time they met, but they felt that Qin Chuan had been targeting him.

“I wonder who can become a friend of Lord Qin Zhuang?”

Qin Chuan smiled, looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly and said:

“As long as you can take my sword, you are qualified to be my friend.”

Lu Xiaofeng’s face changed slightly, as a jianghu expert.

The story of Qin Chuan killing Ding Chunqiu with a sword in seconds, I don’t know how many versions I have heard.

But without exception, there is really only one sword.

Lu Xiaofeng thought that his martial arts skills were much higher than Ding Chunqiu’s Great Grandmaster.

But in the face of Qin Chuan’s sword that did not know the depth, he was also a little worried in his heart.

So he asked tentatively:

“Lord Qin Zhuang, if I can’t take your sword, can I make friends with you?”

Qin Chuan grinned and said:

“I never befriend dead people.”

Lu Xiaofeng didn’t sound like a joke when he heard Qin Chuan’s tone, but he was still confident in his martial arts.

He answered Qin Chuan’s sword covenant.