"Besides, my senior brother is three years older than me. Now I am about to be young and I am not even married yet, so I am even less anxious. Senior brother, Mr. Lei has asked you several times for Sister Yaoqin.

But you always refuse. Do you really don’t like Sister Yaoqin?

Look, if our family is close to the Su family, if it can really do a good job, it will be a kiss."

"What nonsense?"

Chen Qiu stretched out his finger, curled up, and hit Qingqing on the forehead.

But the girl smiled and used her body to get up, and she was like a light ghost. She instantly walked around Chen Qiu for half a circle and landed on the other side of him. Between the rabbits and falcons, there were shadows flashing.

Obviously, the Phantom footwork has already achieved great success.

I don’t know how this girl practiced it. Her martial arts have made extraordinary progress in the past few months. Chen Qiu suspected that the Mustard Monk secretly gave Qingqing Kung Fu. After all, this girl has ten days a month and has to spend it in the White Horse Temple.

But there is no evidence to be found.

Besides, the Mustard Monk cares for Qingqing, and it is not less than that of his master. The two of them have the status of master and apprenticeship. Even if they really teach them, Chen Qiu is not easy to say.

But Qingqing flashed quickly, and Chen Qiu's fingers fell faster.

The finger turned rapidly in the air, as if it was a premonition. When the green and green were still flashing, there was still a smile on his face, and the cold finger was hit on his forehead by his senior brother's forehead.

The forehead was cold, and Qingqing jumped up from the spot in excitement.

"You bully people with your sword intention again!"

Qingqing covered her forehead and shouted:

"Is it amazing to have a knife intention?"

"Yes, it's just amazing, it's just that you can do whatever you want."

Chen Qiu laughed.

In the past few months, Qingqing's martial arts have made rapid progress, but Chen Qiu has not stood still.

After knowing Yaoguang's intentions from the Woman's Journey to the Knife, he no longer forced himself to become the master of Yaoguang's Knife.

As a result, when the stubborn knot was untied, the perverted sword intent was soaked a little faster.

Now that the sword intention is free to receive and receive, Chen Qiu also realized the wonderful use of the "martial intention" that Qiu Buping said to him that day. When the sword intention evaporated, it was like an invisible web. Chen Qiu was a spider standing in the web.

The movements of people outside the body can be perceived.

Especially when using a knife, how the opponent takes action and how he defends himself, after the knife intention is unfolded, he feels like he understands it.

This sword intent is still a bit powerful to deal with the masters, but it is more than enough to bully Qingqing.

"Don't talk nonsense about me and Yaoqin."

Chen Qiu took Qingqing and left the cemetery in the slightly warm wind. He walked on the stairs and told Qingqing:

"Although my relationship has made progress in the past few months and I have indeed become closer, I have not reached that level yet. At most, I just admire each other.

I don't care, but your sister Yaoqin is a lady with a pure and innocent body.

If you say too much, it will be a hindrance to her reputation.”

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Qingqing looked at her senior brother suspiciously. She held her hands behind her back and said:

"There must be something between you that I don't know! Every time I talk about you to Sister Yaoqin these days, her cheeks will turn red and her eyes will dodge.

To be honest, senior brother, have you done Sister Yaoqin without hiding it?"

"Bang"

The cold finger hit Qingqing's forehead again.

Chen Qiu said in a stern tone:

"Where did you learn these dirty words? Did that guy Zhang Lan teach you? See if I don't break his legs when I go back!"

"whispering sound."

Qingqing snorted disdainfully, she didn't say anything else. The two of them took a few steps, and the girl suddenly said:

"You shouldn't be thinking about Lin Huiyin in your heart, right?"

Chen Qiu was speechless.

"Oh, don't think of her!"

Qingqing said a little annoyed:

"After more than a year, she hasn't even sent a letter, so she must have fallen in love with someone else.

He is now recognized as the agent leader of Xiaoxiang Jianmen, and he will become the real leader in a few more years.

Someone has replaced her master Lin Wandong and listed him as one of the top ten decent masters.

Senior brother, I am not going to hit you, there is no result between you two. Why don’t you marry Sister Yaoqin honestly? Sister Yaoqin is not as good as her Lin Huiyin?

Is it because I’m not good enough? My legs are not as long as her? Or my breasts are not as good as her...Don’t take the lead!"

Qingqing hugged her head and jumped to the side, screaming:

"This is what Xiao Tie said. He once said it, saying it was what you said in person when you were in Liaodong. You like those with big breasts!

Sister Yaoqin is much bigger than Lin Huiyin.”

"You are going to piss me to death!"

Chen Qiuqi's fingers were trembling.

This girl is not good at studying at a young age and talks dirty words. How can she get married in the future?

But I can't say anything about this scolding.

After a few breaths, he could only sigh, and said to Qingqing who held his head and glanced at him:

"Don't worry about my affairs. I have my ideas. Mr. Lei asked Yaoqin for marriage to help her avoid the Holy Fire Sect. But under this force, I was worried that I would not be beautiful in the future.

I can't force this emotional matter. I don't hate Yaoqin. I also admire her dignified and generous woman very much, but...

It's indeed not that far.

But since I've said this, I have something to ask you, Qingqing."

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingers. He looked at Qingqing and said:

"Who is the 'pen pal' who has been in contact with you for letters?

Every week I will give you a box of steamed buns, and I will try different ways to please you. My senior brother is really worried."

Qingqing didn't speak, Chen Qiu asked.

As he asked anxiously, the girl jumped up and ran away. Chen Qiu used the lever technique behind him to catch up.

A gust of summer wind blew, blew the leaves on the tombstones behind them.

Rumbled.

It was like Lu Buji was standing under the shade of the tree, smiling and holding his hands behind his back, watching the two disciples playing and playing. The white-haired old man looked kind.

It's another year of insect chirping, and Jiaer and Jianu serve new tea.
Chapter completed!