Chapter 832

Chen Kai's words spread all over the city. When all the Wufu heard it, they all bowed their heads and thought more.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..."

In the camp of the demon family army, the old man on the moon has laughed and burst into tears, but he is still laughing.

In the military tent, the old man named Mi Lan also touched his beard, smiled and shook his head: "Chen Kai... Chen Kai, a yellow haired child, said some truth..."

"That's true..."

The old man wiped his tears.

"It's not just the martial arts masters of the Chen family who are fastidious about forging ahead, 'whatever you are, I only have one fist', but all the martial arts masters in ancient times! That's all! "

As he spoke, the old man flashed a look of remembrance in his eyes:

"At that time, which warrior would think that his ultimate opponent was a man or a demon?

Which martial artist doesn't practice boxing to smash the heads of those gods?

Which martial artist thinks he can really live? "

"No." The old man shook his head. "Ancient Wufu, everyone thinks he must die! But even when they knew they would die, they still hammered themselves madly just to punch the God! Here! That's the Wufu! "

"Now? Although the Chen Wufu have been trained in the battlefield since childhood, they have indeed experienced desperate life and death.

But these desperate lives and deaths are forced out and passive.

Who knows that he will die on the battlefield in the future, but he doesn't want to run to the battlefield just to "die"?

No... Really no

Chen Wufu is like this. What kind of boxing do they practice when they hide in Wanli city and enjoy the glorious flowers of the world?

What are they practicing boxing for?

The respect of the world? treasure? Beauty? Or power? "——————————————————————————————————

Two days later, Jiang Lin came to a vast green bamboo forest.

Looking at the vast green bamboo forest in front of him, Jiang Lin was at a loss.

"How can I see people again? Moreover, the flower picker has a good reputation. The other party won't hear his name and draw the knife directly? "

Thinking, Jiang Lin is a little flustered

Forget it! Big deal, run!

Take a deep breath and breathe in the bamboo forest, Jiang Lin's boxing, and the spirit's voice: "the river of the Wutong Prefecture, presumptuous to visit, and ask Mrs. Green to forgive me."

Jiang Lin's words spread slowly among the green bamboos.

In the bamboo forest, a little girl picking bamboo shoots heard a man's voice coming in, raised her head and lowered her head.

Anyway, it's a little white face who wants to be kept by green bamboo adults. Just ignore it.

In the courtyard deep in the bamboo forest, the green bamboo lady who was painting in the courtyard heard the voice of Jiang Lin, the catkin shook gently, and a touch of green ink drops fell on the picture

"Madam, I'm sorry. Xiaocui will drive the curfew away right away."

The disciple in charge of ink research next to him bowed and put down his inkstone. He was about to leave the forest and drive the irritable generation away.

"Wait..."

The graceful lady straightened up slowly and pressed her undulating chest with catkin. I don't know how many years, her heart has never been so fast.

"Xiao Cui."

"Madam?"

"I see my dressing now. Does it look good?"

"Hmm???"

When Xiaocui leaves, Jiang Lin naturally sits in the bamboo Pavilion. On the bamboo table in the pavilion, the tea is still warm, and even the whole pavilion is filled with a good smell of fragrance.

Plus a Book gently covered on the table, everything makes Jiang Lin think in a trance that this is an ordinary place for Mrs. Green bamboo to rest

"Why do I always think too much recently?"

When I was in the white Kingdom, I thought youyou liked me. Now, I even feel that I have never been masked. Mrs. Green bamboo, who has never met before, has substituted herself into her private leisure place

I always feel narcissistic

Put away his mind, Jiang Lin looked at the environment of the bamboo pavilion with ease.

Green bamboos and bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the green stream flowing behind the pavilion hit the smooth stones.

The breeze with the light fragrance of green bamboo gently blows your cheeks. Everything seems so comfortable.

Look at the green bamboos painted on the table. Although Jiang Lin doesn't appreciate everyone, he also feels that the painting is really beautiful. It seems that green bamboo is in full bloom on the table.

Unconsciously, Jiang Lin has been a little fascinated.

At this time, a woman wearing elegant blue palace clothes walked on the stone path and stood in front of the green bamboo Pavilion.

Looking at his side face, the palace woman didn't take a step forward. She just stood and looked like a watchman stone on the beach. Finally, she waited for her husband's return.

A breeze blew past, bringing a different but better smell. Jiang Lin looked away from the table and got up straight to look out of the pavilion.

"Hello, Mrs. Green bamboo." Jiang Lin bowed. In front of him was this beautiful lady with excellent temperament. If it weren't for lady Qingzhu, who else could it be.

But Mrs. Green Bamboo still looked at him as if she hadn't heard any sound.

I have been waiting for many years. I don't want to wait any longer.

But

If he is really him, what should he do?

He already has a woman he likes. What should he do?

In the bamboo Pavilion, the dignified and graceful lady gently lowered her eyes, and her eyes were even dimmer. At this time, outside the bamboo Pavilion, those green bamboos seemed to fade away.

"I see."

However, by virtue of his previous conversation, he expressed his love for the two women without concealment and his determination not to give up the martial arts realm for the sake of his heart.

Mrs. Green Bamboo believes that the man in front of her is by no means that kind of person.

So Mrs. Green Bamboo thought Jiang linhui was very embarrassed.

But instead of being embarrassed, he promised very simply?

"Yes." Jiang Lin nodded and said, "in that case, the younger generation has been harassing the village in the bamboo forest for a month."

"Village?" Mrs. Green Bamboo's eyes blinked lovably, "why do you go to the village?"

"Eh? Didn't the elder let the younger generation live in the village? "

"No."

Mrs. Green Bamboo shook her head and looked at Jiang Lin's eyes with a bit of a girl's shyness, but this shyness had a different flavor on Mrs. Green Bamboo's face, which almost made Jiang Lin shout "prime minister, I understand!"

Mrs. Green Bamboo slowly stretched out a green bamboo card and said with a smile:

"If you don't mind, please live with me."

“？？？”

"Besides..."

Mrs. Green Bamboo took a deep breath.

"In addition, please address me as..."

The breeze brushed the skirt of the palace woman and stirred her hair. Even her beautiful voice quietly dispersed and fell into her heart.

"Qing Jun......"