The two of them were speechless, but they each had their own wishful thinking. Because it was not conducive to walking on the mountain road, they had already helped him untied the ropes of their tie.

Wu Yonglin thought to himself: I didn't expect these ancient people to be so easy to fool. He just changed into white clothes and had a fake beard. This Cuihua girl couldn't recognize me anymore. I'll see my master teasing her later.

Yue Ling'er had long seen through Wu Yonglin's endless begging that this person was the shopkeeper Wu of Xifeng Tower. If Wu Yonglin knew that he had been arrested for being caught up the mountain, he would probably regret this stinky mouth that would have lost. Yue Ling'er was originally going to let go of this burden when she left the city gate, but her head kept hovering, feeling that she seemed to have seen this person somewhere. The female hero suddenly made her remember the slut who teased Mrs. Song. If she looked at this special person carefully, she became more convinced that this was the aura person who seemed to have been asking for his reputation. But she didn't say it out loud, hoping to find an opportunity to tease him.

Yue Ling'er was confused again. She was completely confused now: this person was still a pretty scholar. A weak scholar with no power without any force, with meticulous arrangements, let those who did everything, vicious, and arrogant Green Forest people kill each other until they died. He almost let himself and these women in the village be ruined in his hands. It is probably the person who stuttered in the gourd.

If I hadn't adapted to the situation, I would probably not have a good ending with those stinky men. Moreover, I was surrounded by women. If I were caught, I would be very likely to be humiliated by the government army. Life would be worse than death. She was a little scared when she thought about it. What kind of person is this person? Usually, he was careless, and it was no different from the evil young men on the street who teased good women with a few traits. But this time, more than a thousand good players in the green forest were all destroyed by this serious and terrifying person. Doesn't it really fit the saying: A martial artist can be enemies of ten people, a hundred people, a hundred people, a thousand books, and a thousand people. This surface is stubborn, and how many killer moves are hidden in his heart? Which one is the real him?

No matter how many tricks he had, I could easily destroy him like stepping on an ant to death. Seeing Wu Yonglin really afraid of her, the fear in his heart had already been wiped out. I thought: This person is greedy for life and death, greedy for money and sex. If he promised him a lot of money and power, he would be able to use it for my teachings, give advice for me, earn more gold and silver, and will definitely be beneficial to the great cause of the leader without any harm. He was already full of praise for the leader because he had more of this God of Wealth in his teachings.

Wu Yonglin knew that he could not escape these few times, and regretted that he had not found a master to learn a life-saving move in the past three years. He was caught as easily as a little chick. He felt very regretful. In fact, Zhou Xun had recommended several real people from Wudang for him, and the real people told him the truth. He was already past the best age to learn martial arts, and the original body's main body was arrogant and extravagant, and he had already emptied his body. If he forced his martial arts, he might take out more energy from his weak body. The human energy was limited. If his body could not withstand the hard practice of the best, it might even be counterproductive.

The backlash may be caused by a few more years of life, or even a few more lives. Wu Yonglin was afraid that he would finally be resurrected from the dead, so he had to cherish this life, so he did not study hard further in martial arts. However, those experts still taught some health preservation methods, which can slowly maintain and restore all the vitality of the body, and may even live a hundred years later. He was also happy and relaxed and left these behind. Therefore, Wu Yonglin did not want to learn from the skill of those masters flying around, cutting off a tree with one knife, and smashing a stone with one palm, but his physical fitness was not up to standard.

The early spring wind still hurts on his face. He held his wide robe against the wind, with a bitter look on his face, and followed the team staggeringly. Because he couldn't stand the mountain road, he was already exhausted and panting. He stopped to rest a few times in the middle.

Yue Ling'er seemed to have seen through his tricks--the man deliberately dragged behind, as if waiting for the officers and soldiers behind to rescue him. He raised his whip and angrily in front of him, but it didn't work at all. Wu Yonglin turned a blind eye to her anger, kept shaking his face, and kept begging: "Auntie, I really can't walk anymore. You might as well give me some pleasure and let me die here."

Yue Ling'er thought to herself that this person was usually frugal and frugal, and she was so generous that she could not bear the bitter cold that she was walking in the night. She suddenly felt so angry that she smoked her seven orifices and blurted out: "Come up and ride the same horse with me."

"Ah, this is not good. Men and women don't get married. Do you have any ideas about me?" Wu Yonglin smiled treacherously, but his body had already ejected.

When Wu Yonglin stepped on the maroon horse, smelled the fragrant wind in front of him, he unconsciously hugged the fat swallow's thin waist, and his fat and jade boned waist, he was already drunk.

"What are you doing?" The beauty could not turn back at this time, so she could only murmur in front of her, fearing that this shameful act would alarm the children in the sect moving forward. Her shy figure was like a budding flower, which made Wu Yonglin feel itchy.

"It is bound to be the whole world. The world is in urgent need. Don't care about these red tape. It's important to hurry up and don't be caught up by the officers and soldiers behind." Wu Yonglin couldn't help but squeeze his plump waist and blew a lightly at her pink earlobe.

Yue Ling'er was also angry and dared not speak out. This request was originally made by herself, but she couldn't say anything about it at this time. She endured Wu Yonglin's seemingly inadvertent actions. She had never had such intimate actions with a man of the opposite sex. She had already fluttered in a panic, and her childish little face had already been red as clouds. But she felt that everything between men and women was so nostalgic. She felt that these crossed hands warmly sootheed her willow waist. She felt that time had stopped, and she had arrived in front of a rock with her thoughts all the way.

After seeing the person in front of him stop, Wu Yonglin pulled back his hands, which were full of fragrant hands, and put them in his hands and sniffed them. Yue Ling'er turned around and realized that she had just fallen into this person's trick.

Wu Yonglin looked at the surrounding mountains and saw huge rocks and blue streams. In addition to the road under his feet, there was also a path forward. Where was the gate to enter the mountain they mentioned?

Next to Yue Ling'er, a sword maid named Hong Xiu searched the marks left when he found it. He happily pushed apart the moss and water plants behind a huge rock, revealing a cave that had just barely allowed one person to pass through. After Yue Ling'er led the horse to another sword maid to deal with it, she also got in with everyone.

After Wu Yonglin entered, he found a different cave. Looking at the towering stalactites, the nine-curved and eighteen holes around him, sighing at the magical craftsmanship of nature. The sound of waterfalls that were sometimes far and sometimes near were mixed with a trace of water vapor, and a thin mist rose. Everyone was wandering between the Longteng Yao Pool. Wu Yonglin couldn't tell whether this was a palace in the sky or reality. Looking at the moonlight in front of him, he was like a fairy flower in the garden, wandering in this dreamlike fairyland on earth, and staggering and hitting the stone next to him, and then came back to his senses from his infatuated eyes.

"Cuihua, wait for me, don't leave me behind. I don't want to be a god. I am attached to the world and I can't bear to leave my little lady in my family." Wu Yonglin looked at the last beautiful shadow disappearing into the mist and screamed in horror.

"My name is Yue Ling'er, you can call me Ling'er in the future." A echo like fairy music revolves around the mountain stream, without stopping.

"The moon shines in the sky, gentle and ethereal. What a pretty woman with a beautiful face and a bright moon in her heart." Wu Yonglin sighed softly.

Yue Ling'er heard this person muttering to herself so much, and stopped walking in the lotus steps, savoring the praises of this person just now---the heart is like the bright moon... This person seems to be slick, but he didn't expect that he would have some knowledge to say so beautifully. Although she has a very good martial arts cultivation, she is not very knowledgeable about men and women because she is not well aware of things about men and women, and she has an irresistible immunity to those praises. She has been flirting with this person this day, and she is a scheming, unrestrained, careless and straightforward girl, but now she has left the taboos in the sect behind. She is now a little confused about why Sister Song is reluctant to leave this person?

The Wei Dynasty emphasized literature and over military affairs, and scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. The high-ranking officials of the dynasty were basically literati. The civil and military talents who occasionally showed their heads and feet were also magnificent. Because they were incompatible with those literati, they were also excluded from high officials and generous salaries. They were basically powerless and dispensable. If some warriors had no background, they lived a miserable life, and they could not even be guarded by wealthy families, and it would be a problem to support their families.

Yue Ling'er vaguely remembers that her father seemed to be a military officer who knew some poetry. Perhaps she had such genes in her bones and blood. Although she lost it in the east, gained it, and achieved some success in martial arts. Her rebelliousness made her unwilling to be just a heroine in the mouths of others. She yearned for the romantic mountain flowers and the romantic and graceful quatrains. Her yearning for poetry is more obsessed with those talented men and women in wealthy families. If the wine lover is a wine lover and a sword lover is a sword lover, then she loves romantic people like this. Every time she hears those talented women and women sing beautiful poems at the festival poetry and song meetings, she will accompany them to chant repeatedly until the song ends and people part, and she will still reminisce there---mind is half a beat slower than others, Wu Yonglin summarizes this later.

"I heard you are very good at telling stories?" Yue Ling'er asked with deep expectations.

"Uh, it depends on what stories you want to hear, I have read some miscellaneous books." Wu Yonglin thought about the romance in later generations, and took out any soap operas, and this woman would definitely cry loudly.

"Then let's have a touching one?" Yue Ling'er smiled slightly.

"Prepare the handkerchief and tissues, don't use my sleeves as handkerchiefs later." Wu Yonglin thrust his chest, his back of his small hand, raised his handsome eyebrows, and pulled out the fan that cooperated with the acting, slamming Yue Ling'er, which was so awe-inspiring.

"A few years ago, a businessman was unlucky. The wealthy family fell sharply. He himself liked gambling and owed a lot of money to the casino. Since then, he has been drinking all day long. Without the past, several wives in his family have left him one after another." Wu Yonglin said this, looking at Yue Ling'er with a slightly red eyelid, teasing: "It's just now, so I suggest that this beauty should prepare a few more handkerchiefs."

Yue Ling'er felt a little out of control. Perhaps some bad memories of her might have evoked her, and she seemed to have seen through her mind. She suddenly felt her face flushed and said angrily: "What?"

"A wife in her family was grateful for the old love of this master, so she occasionally helped the down-and-out master. But this master was not only unhappy, but also became even worse. Sometimes she lost money and drank wine and showed her greedy and shameless nature. Sometimes she even punched her unscrupulously. One day, the lady couldn't help but kill the master." Seeing Yue Ling'er's naughty eyes wide open and her beautiful breasts were fluttering, Wu Yonglin stopped her nostalgic gaze.

"A handsome and smart young man like me next door saw this scene by chance, and secretly concealed everything for her, and threw the body into the wilderness, doing it without knowing it. In the end, a wise god captured the relevant clues, but the final motives for murder pointed to this elegant young man - my head... On the day when the autumn came to the death, he only said, "It is hard to part and hard to meet, the autumn wind is powerless and all the flowers are in vain." Only in the end did the lady realize that the person who paid her life for her was the intimate person who had always loved her who conveyed love with each other through letters."

"The Buddha said that the five hundred times of looking back in the previous life was only in exchange for a passing pass in this life.

Five hundred times passed by in the previous life, and it was exchanged for an encounter in this life.

Five hundred encounters in the previous life are exchanged for acquaintance in this life.

Five hundred acquaintances in the previous life have been exchanged for acquaintances in this life.

Unfortunately, they knew each other but failed to love each other. In this life, they missed each other again."

"Finish the job, finish the work." Wu Yonglin shook the outer cover of his robe, put away his fan, and waited for the storm of this beautiful man who had just been surging.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Wu Yonglin thought to himself: Maybe this person is not interested in such a reasoning case. Forget it, I will give her some sad scene next time and turn around and prepare to leave.

"Wow..." A cry like a wind filled the building was pouring over like a spring tide. It did not weaken, but became more and more surging. The woman had already been covered with pear blossoms and rain, and her nose and tears wrapped around Wu Yonglin's wide sleeves.

Alas, this woman is really half a beat slower.

Yue Ling'er put away her swollen eyes and pouted her mouth and said, "From the future, I must tell me a story every day, and I must wait until I cry before I can leave."
Chapter completed!