Chapter 17 Kang Jinlong...

Tang Hui said with a smile: "How did the Zhao alliance leader keep the son of the gods in his own home?" He winked at Zhao Feihong ambiguous.

Zhao Feihong said calmly: "Meng Zhe is determined to repent, he takes Zhao as his teacher, and he has made a clean break with the Demon Sect."

You Mengzhe: "..."

You Mengzhe thought about your sister's severance. He knew that when he was riding you last night, he would sever your words once he finished riding...

Tang Hui said with a regretful smile: "I'm afraid that Yuheng Mountain will not be good."

You Mengzhe thought to himself, yes, yes, just wait for my father to come to the door.

Zhao Feihong stammered: "The grievances of the past must be resolved sooner or later, so that Young Master Tang will not bother."

"Oh—" Tang Hui seemed to know some gossip and nodded thoughtfully.

"But then again, hehehe." Tang Hui raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of jokes: "The young master of the demon sect has worshipped our leader Zhao as his teacher. I'm afraid that my colleagues have heard about it, and I can't help but discuss it in private."

Zhao Feihong said casually: "The news has been revealed today."

You Mengzhe frowned slightly, no wonder, will the wave of people who came to pay New Year's greetings in the morning go out to say it? I just heard Zhao Feihong say again: "Since it's done, naturally I'm not afraid of people talking in private."

Tang Hui shook his fan and said with a smile: "Zhao Daxia is bright and upright, and naturally he is not afraid of people's words. My father admires the leader of the alliance the most."

Zhao Feihong was busy and humble, and the two were relatively speechless for a moment. You Mengzhe said in his heart that since he did it, he would not be afraid of being discussed, so what happened last night? This is really standing and talking without back pain, not afraid of talking because others don't know, if you are really not afraid, even this matter can be exposed.

After a long time of silence, Tang Hui couldn't sit still. He closed the fan and got up to leave. Zhao Feihong sent him outside the door. Tang Hui said again: "By the way, I heard that Yuheng Mountain is already looking for him?"

Zhao Feihong said: "The notice posted a month ago."

Tang Hui said: "It is said that he has a kind of exercise called Zhuanyang True Art..."

Zhao Feihong said: "This is indeed the case."

Tang Hui widened his eyes and said, "Really?"

Zhao Feihong said indifferently: "In a few days, Zhao wants to bring him to Beijing, and ask my brother to disperse his vicious kung fu."

Tang Hui nodded slowly and said with a smile: "Dr. Zhang jingly cuts the pulse and washes the marrow of the Book of Changes. It must be excellent. Alliance Leader, I will leave."

When Tang Hui left, Zhao Feihong closed the door to thank the guests.

"Is this a break?" You Mengzhe asked.

Zhao Feihong said, "Don't you like having guests coming?"

You Mengzhe said, "How did you know?"

You Mengzhe really felt that today's guests were a bit annoying, and there were waves of them, and Zhao Feihong could actually sense it.

"When will that jī be eaten?" You Mengzhe couldn't help it anymore. He pointed to the dazed eunuch jī in the courtyard with his feet tied and cooing. It was given by his neighbor a few days ago. kill.

Zhao Feihong smiled and said, "Go and boil hot water."

You Mengzhe let out a loud cry, finally being able to fight his teeth at night, turned around and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Zhao Feihong cut his neck and bleed, scalded his hair, and broke his body. You Mengzhe watched blankly. Neither of them spoke. You Mengzhe suddenly felt a strange feeling, like he was reluctant to give up, but also like he imagined that he was rubbing against him before. Zhao Feihong.

Of course, Zhao Feihong is now full of hair and blood, and he can't rub it around. How can he feel this way?

You Mengzhe looked at Zhao Feihong attentively. His profile face was covered with a layer of warm light, his eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose were masculine, but he was elegant and modest, without the slightest domineering aura, let alone the refusal of You Gutian. Outside, or the cold arrogance that controls everything in the palm of your hand.

If You Gutian came to the door and fought with Zhao Feihong, You Mengzhe would be a little scared.

But Zhao Feihong has both cultivated and has made progress in martial arts. You Gutian might not be able to win... You Mengzhe felt up and down in his heart. He only felt that it would be uncomfortable for anyone who lost, and it was best not to fight.

"Hey, let's discuss." You Mengzhe said.

"What?" Zhao Feihong didn't care, he buried his head to kill Ji, and asked.

You Mengzhe: "Don't fight with my father."

Zhao Feihong said: "I should have had a fight with him sixteen years ago. You are not allowed to discuss this matter again. No matter how much you spoil you, this matter cannot follow you."

You Mengzhe said, "You spoil me!"

Zhao Feihong said: "I don't know how many people in the world want to worship me as a teacher, don't you know?"

Although You Mengzhe didn't see it with his own eyes, he thought that Yu Wenhong had said "you follow him, he is a good person", and in addition to being familiar with him these days, Zhao Feihong has learned a lot in his words and deeds, and I have to admit in my heart that it is indeed the case. of.

Previously, chopping wood and practicing martial arts had tormented him enough. After getting used to it, he found that Zhao Feihong was not so strict. Although he still urged him every day, he always cared about him in his heart.

You Mengzhe said, "Aren't you doing it for my mother anyway?"

Zhao Feihong: "When did I say it was for Qing'er?"

You Mengzhe said: "Then who are you for?"

Zhao Feihong said casually, "For you."

In an instant, You Mengzhe's heart was filled with a faint feeling that was about to come out.

Zhao Feihong got up to wash his hands. You Mengzhe kept looking at his back. He was tall and majestic, full of security, and full of a kind of frugal and sincere trust.

"My master led the Righteous Path Alliance to Mount Yuheng sixteen years ago." Zhao Feihong said, "I was looking for you for a long time."

You Mengzhe said: "So I'm not here, anyway, you gave me too, we both love you and I wish..."

Zhao Feihong roared: "What did I say! Don't mention this again! Go to the corner and face the wall!"

You Mengzhe stood up expressionlessly, dawdled past, stood at the base of the wall, and asked, "When will you eat."

Zhao Feihong's lungs were also blown up by the apprentice, his face was ashen, and he stopped talking to You Mengzhe.

You Mengzhe turned to face the wall, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Zhao Feihong got up again and slapped him with a bamboo pole, angrily said, "Stand up straight!"

You Mengzhe shivered and straightened his back. Zhao Feihong went back and continued to kill. You Mengzhe peeked at his face.

At this time, You Mengzhe couldn't help swallowing his saliva, as if something was tugging in his heart.

That feeling is very strange, as if something is far away, but it is close at hand, it seems to be full of endless joy, but it is accompanied by the sadness that can never be obtained. Share warmth...

The smell came from the kitchen, and Zhao Feihong didn't care about You Mengzhe. He worked in front of the stove for a long time. Until sunset, he fried a plate of bacon and winter bamboo shoots, steamed a tender fat jī, and stewed tofu. He went out to the front of the porch and said: "Have a meal."

"Meng Zhe?" Zhao Feihong frowned slightly.

"Meng Zhe!" Zhao Feihong's expression changed, and he stepped forward. He saw You Mengzhe lying on his side on the ground, breathing hot, vomiting a small pool of blood, and it was frozen.

As soon as Zhao Feihong touched Yu Meng Zhe's forehead, he knew that he was going crazy. Last night, Yu Meng Zhe got Zhao Feihong's infuriating energy, and he didn't adjust his inner breath according to the exercises. Zhao Feihong actually forgot about it. Yu Mengzhe had the previous Yu Wenhong and Sun Binliu in his body. The three strands of infuriating qi collided with each other, and even crossed the muscles and veins, and the whole body was hot and unable to move.

Zhao Feihong hurriedly carried You Mengzhe into the room, put it on the bed, pressed his shoulder, and inputted True Qi to help him adjust his Qi. However, Zhao Feihong's internal energy was extremely domineering, and the three internal forces suppressed the Yang-Turning Gong in You Mengzhe's body together. It is even more incompatible with each other, as if the three forces used his body as a battlefield, and they clashed fiercely.

Zhao Feihong tried several times but couldn't hold back. After a while, You Mengzhe spat out a mouthful of blood and his eyes turned red.

It was not discovered in time that You Mengzhe had been in a state of madness for a long time, and if he couldn't hold back his true qi, he would be paralyzed if he continued like this. Zhao Feihong secretly said that it would not work.

Zhao Feihong hugged You Mengzhe, heaved a sigh of relief after a while, took off his robe, pulled the quilt over the two of them, untied his belt, put him in front of him from behind, and took out the hair ointment.

After a while, the two of them were hugging naked in the quilt, Zhao Feihong closed his eyes and slowly pushed in from behind.

You Mengzhe groaned and sweated profusely. One hand was slightly convulsively grasping and clasping at random. Zhao Feihong held it with his big hand.

"Ah! Master!" You Mengzhe's voice contained a hint of weeping.

Zhao Feihong took a breath and said nothing. He hugged him tightly and started to collide from behind.

The chaotic True Qi in the body gradually loosened as Zhao Feihong pushed in, and a heat flow rose in his dantian. You Mengzhe couldn't stop shivering. The swirling True Qi mass was like a vast nebula, and the True Qi that rushed into the meridians was swept back into the sea of ​​​​qi. middle.

You Mengzhe swallowed his saliva, until Zhao Feihong pushed in deeply again, he had recovered his sanity and let out a vague moan, he turned his head and wrapped his arms around Zhao Feihong's neck.

Zhao Feihong hesitated for a moment, but when You Mengzhe's lips came together, he didn't turn his head away, but kissed him down.

Every time he hit his heart, You Mengzhe's breath trembled. Zhao Feihong stared at his handsome profile, rolled over and pressed him under his body, his bare back, toned buttocks and thighs were covered in sweat, naked. Lie on top of him, clasped his fingers, and slammed one after another.

You Mengzhe's voice was happy and subtle, and it came intermittently on the pillow. Zhao Feihong kissed his ear intently, put the bridge of his nose on his side face, and rubbed lightly.

After a long time, both of them sighed.

In the darkness, You Mengzhe was very satisfied, and he said with a fake mouth: "Yes... I'm sorry, Master, I have caused you to fail again..."

Zhao Feihong said lightly: "It's nothing, it's my teacher's fault, just eat."

You Mengzhe turned sideways, just for a moment, his heart was vaguely shaken. He wiped the slippery pool of jīng on the quilt, Zhao Feihong had already put on his robe and went out.

The food in the hall was cold. You Mengzhe was preparing Zhao Feihong to say something, or a sad face like "My life is up to me", but Zhao Feihong didn't say anything, just like usual.

Broken jar?

You Mengzhe peeked at Zhao Feihong's face, and was secretly delighted, wouldn't he be able to come here more often? Sure enough, once born and twice cooked...

Zhao Feihong reheated the food, and gave You Mengzhe both fat and tender legs to eat. You Mengzhe's eyes were as green as a rat's, and the fat was steamed without salt, just chopped green onion and minced ginger. A dish of condiments mixed with Huadiao wine and soy sauce is simply too delicious.

You Mengzhe devoured his food, beating his heart as he ate, but Zhao Feihong seemed to have something on his mind. After a while, he finally sighed softly.

"Master." You Mengzhe said.

Zhao Feihong raised his eyebrows and looked at You Mengzhe.

You Mengzhe said: "Either we get married, you and my father don't fight..."

"What a joke." Zhao Feihong said coldly.

You Mengzhe did have an unspeakable attachment to Zhao Feihong in his heart, as if he had known him before he was born - just like Yu Wenhong, there was a vague sense of familiarity.

It's a good day like this. You Mengzhe really feels that he doesn't want to do anything from the bottom of his heart, so he should just live here.

"I said it seriously." You Mengzhe said, at that moment he didn't dare to look at Zhao Feihong, for fear that Zhao Feihong would show a mocking smile.

Zhao Feihong said coldly: "Zhao is also serious."

"You and I are of different generations." Zhao Feihong got up and said, "I used to be close friends with your mother."

You Mengzhe ate without saying a word, and Zhao Feihong said casually, "Besides, we are both men, how can we get married?"

You Mengzhe said, "Sun Bin is looking for a servant..."

Zhao Feihong said, "If you are looking for a maid, go back to looking for a maid, and getting married is another matter."

You Mengzhe was overjoyed, but Zhao Feihong said, "Besides, I don't have this hobby."

You Mengzhe was bored to eat again, Zhao Feihong said: "Tomorrow I will take you to Beijing, and find me to help my brother to help you disperse your energy. Recently, you must restrain your mind and stop thinking about it."

You Mengzhe dropped his chopsticks on the table, and Zhao Feihong said, "This matter is non-negotiable. If you don't want to go, go back to your Yuheng Mountain."

You Mengzhe squinted, but he was thinking of another thing, and said tentatively, "Then I'll stay... You don't have to go up and fight my father, right?"

You Mengzhe was vaguely a little scared. Zhao Feihong's martial arts was on par with You Gutian, but he was turned out by his elbow and rode like this... If he was more powerful than You Gutian, it wasn't a joke.

Zhao Feihong said, "We'll talk about it later on August 15th. This is not a sale, and I won't discuss conditions with you."

You Mengzhe thought to himself, well, most of the time, there is no game. He originally wanted to go to Beijing to meet Yu Changqing by the way. Do you want to break up? Maybe there is another way, just take one step at a time.