My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 519

  Chapter 519 Suzerain is an acquaintance? princess's shyness

   "Hiss—"

  Luo Qingzhou ignored her, and took another look at the red shadow on the stage, only to be pinched again on the waist.

  He quickly explained: "Princess, don't pinch, I just think that woman looks familiar."

   Nangong Meijiao couldn't help sneering when she heard it: "As long as it is a woman with a little beauty, you are familiar with it, right?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "No. It's just her..."

   "What is she? She is Fairy Zixia, the suzerain of your Lingxiao Sect, Chu Feiyang, don't tell this princess, you know her."

  Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, her face full of sarcasm.

  Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, looked at her and said, "Princess, maybe I really know her?"

  Nangong Meijiao sneered immediately, and said: "If you really know her, why are you still waiting here to compete on stage? Are you still afraid of mere Jinyiwei?"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at the red figure on the high platform again, shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing, but the red figure chasing him in the attic late at night and sweetly calling "good brother" appeared in his mind.

   It shouldn't be Xiaoyue, right?

   Isn't Xiaoyue in the inner city?

  Of course, that girl might have lied to him, or it might have been in the inner city during those few days.

  He thought for a while, glanced to the side, and quietly took out the communication treasure with his left hand, and wrote a message on it: 【Xiaoyue, where are you now? 】

  After the message was sent, he immediately put away the treasure card, and looked at the highest stand again.

   There was another burst of pain in his waist.

  Nangong Meijiao pressed close to him, and said fiercely: "Look again, I'll goug out your eyes!"

  Luo Qingzhou grabbed her hand, broke it off roughly, and then held it tightly, making her unable to move.

  Nangong Meijiao struggled a few times, but seeing that she couldn't get free, she immediately stepped on his foot and said angrily, "Rogue, let go!"

  Luo Qingzhou didn't pay attention to her any more, his eyes were still fixed on the stands.

   But in the stands, the red figure surrounded by everyone was looking at the ring, listening to an old man talking, and did not bow his head and take out anything.

  Luo Qingzhou waited for a long time, but the communication treasure did not even vibrate.

   Now, he became even more suspicious.

   Nangong Meijiao, who was holding hands by him, calmed down, looked at the ring, did not speak, and did not move again, but that foot was still on his foot.

   "The next match, Zhou Boyue, a disciple of the Kyoto branch, will face Jiang Yi, a disciple of the Liuzhou branch!"

  Following the sound of this voice, Luo Qingzhou Fang closed his eyes and looked towards the ring.

  Zhou Boyue was dressed in a black outfit and stepped onto the ring. Seeing that everyone in the ring was staring at him, he was a little nervous and reserved.

   Another tall man named Jiang Yi also walked onto the ring with bare hands.

   Immediately, a group of disciples raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Senior brother Jiang will win! Brother Jiang will win!"

  Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and shouted loudly: "Bo Yue, defeat him!"

  Zhou Boyue heard the voice, turned his head to look at him, smiled, then looked at Nangong Meijiao next to him, was startled for a moment, and quickly looked away again.

   Outside, he didn't dare to look at other women casually, especially beautiful ones.

   I don't know if it's because of my personality, or because I feel sorry for my wife.

  On the arena, the two exchanged hands and exchanged greetings, and then put on a stance, ready to fight.

   Zhou Boyue looked silent and honest, but in fact his boxing techniques were extremely domineering and ferocious. Every shot was a series of punches, and he rushed towards the opposite side like an overwhelming mountain!

  Seeing this, the man named Jiang Yi was overjoyed, and prepared to defend first, slowly exhausting his vigor and internal strength, and then counterattack.

   Then he underestimated the might and strength of Zhou Boyue's fists, a series of fists rolled down, and he couldn't resist immediately.

  Luo Qingzhou knew that Zhou Boyue usually concealed his strength, and thought that he would retain some strength in this first match, but who knew that the first shot would be a stormy attack, which directly blinded the opponent.

  After only a dozen or so moves, the man named Jiang Yi was directly hit in the chest by his punch, flew off the ring, and fell to the ground.

   There was a burst of applause from the audience.

  Jiang Yi struggled on the ground for a while, but failed to get up, so he had to admit defeat.

   "In this round, the disciples at the helm of the capital, Zhou Boyue won!"

  After the elder announced on the ring, Zhou Boyue cupped his hands towards the audience, and walked down, looking quite aloof.

  Nangong Meijiao said in a low voice: "Chu Feiyang, you, Junior Brother Zhou, don't look simple. Last time I was in the Zhou Mansion, I could tell that he should still have some hidden strength."

   Then he turned his head to look at him and said, "Just like you, they are both very insidious. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups.

  Luo Qingzhou was speechless immediately: "Princess, can you stop slandering others behind their backs?"

   Nangong Meijiao raised her eyebrows and said: "Is the princess slandering behind her back? You are the main slanderer in this county. Don't you just stand in front of the princess? He just incidentally."

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

   "Well, princess, can you let go of your feet?"

   "Okay, let go of your hands first."

  As soon as Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately let go of his hand.

   "Hiss—"

   Unexpectedly, just as he let go of his hand, another pain came from his waist.

  He quickly broke it open again, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, turned his head and said: "Princess, you are lying."

  Nangong Meijiao raised the corner of her mouth, looked at the stage, raised her chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "This princess is cheating, what can you do?"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her delicate and flowery cheeks bathed in the sun, paused, and said, "Princess, let's make a bet?"

  As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao immediately became vigilant, looked at him and said, "What bet? Hmph, you are more cunning than a fox, and you want to deceive the princess?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Let's bet, whether I can be selected in this competition and enter the inner door."

  Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, thought for a while, and snorted coldly: "I won't bet with you. Judging by your treacherous appearance, you must be confident. You must have other hidden means, don't you?"

  Luo Qingzhou said sincerely: "The princess misunderstood. I just think the princess looks boring, so I just want to add some fun to the princess. In fact, I hope the princess wins."

   Nangong Meijiao curled her lips: "Tch, ghosts believe you."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "How about this, instead of betting on whether I can become an inner disciple, just bet on whether I can become a personal disciple?"

  As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao was stunned: "Personal disciple?"

Then he sneered: "Chu Feiyang, I'm afraid you don't know what a direct disciple is, do you? The direct disciples are only the peak masters of the peaks, some respected elders, and the suzerain can accept them, and they will even inherit their mantle at that time. Those who manage the peaks and even the sects. You just went up the mountain yesterday, you don't even know a few people, and you don't have any achievements at all. Are you daydreaming?”

Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said: "So, princess, didn't I just say that? I just see the princess is boring, and I just want to make the princess happy. Let's bet on whether I can become a personal disciple. If I can, I win, if not, the princess wins, how?"

   Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, stared at him for a while, and said, "What's the bargaining chip?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "If I win, I will make a non-disrespectful request to the princess. If the princess wins, the princess can also make a non-disrespectful request to me. How?"

   Nangong Meijiao thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay."

  Luo Qingzhou raised his other palm and said, "Come on, clap your hands together as an oath. If you break the contract, you will be struck by lightning."

Nangong Meijiao did not hesitate, and immediately raised the other palm, touched him lightly, and then sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you are so flattering my princess, you deliberately bet with this princess that you will lose to this princess." Princess, do you have anything to ask the princess?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "No, the reason I just said is just to make the princess happy."

  Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, with a look of disbelief: "Nothing to be courteous to, either adultery or robbery."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't speak any more, held her hand, and looked at the competition on the ring.

Nangong Meijiao also found that the words just now were somewhat ambiguous, snorted coldly, and did not speak any more. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the hands held together by the two, and then took a peek at his side face, then looked at the stage, and said nothing Consciously hummed the song.

  As soon as she snorted, she immediately reacted, stopped quickly, and peeked at him again. Seeing that he didn't pay attention, Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at the stage, her cheeks flushed slightly.

   "Boom!"

  On the ring, a teenager was punched by the opponent and flew to the audience, and passed out.

   All the disciples in the audience booed.

  Luo Qingzhou then withdrew his gaze, looked to the side and said, "Princess, what song did you hum just now? It's very nice."

  When Nangong Meijiao heard it, she glared at him immediately, and said fiercely: "Who is humming a song? This princess doesn't! You heard it wrong!"

"Oh."

  Luo Qingzhou let out an oh, said without further words, "If the princess likes songs, I can teach you a few songs next time, and there are all kinds of styles."

   Nangong Meijiao's cheeks were hot, and she glared at him and said: "No need! Stop flattering my princess, and if you flatter me loudly, I will never let this princess treat you well!"

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing when he saw that she was getting angry from embarrassment, her face was blushing, her eyes were wide open, and she looked coquettish and cute.

  Unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain in the foot, Nangong Meijiao stepped on it fiercely, and said angrily: "Chu Feiyang, do you want to die?"

  Luo Qingzhou immediately turned his head away, looked towards the ring, and said solemnly: "I don't want to."

"Humph!"

  Nangong Meijiao still stepped on his foot and crushed it a few times, Fang warned fiercely: "Next time you dare to tease the princess, you will directly become an eunuch!"

  Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything.

   The two looked at the ring and fell silent.

   At this time, in the stands, several gazes were all looking at him.

  Including Fairy Zixia, the master of Lingxiao Sect, Linghu Qingzhu, master of Jianfeng Peak, and other elders of each peak.

  The owner of Beiwang Peak, Mo Jiufeng, was talking with a cold face, and glanced at Linghu Qingzhu from time to time.

  Fairy Zixia listened quietly, did not speak, and kept looking at the young man in the crowd.

  Because there are more disciples in the early stage of martial arts, all the disciples in the early stage of martial arts are competing in the whole morning.

  It was noon, and the contest between the early disciples of the martial arts master finally came to an end.

  As for the rankings and scores, they will be announced together after the afternoon competition is over.

  The disciples gathered in the square, all in twos and threes, chatted excitedly about today's competition, and then dispersed.

  The elders and guests in the stands also dispersed one after another.

  Chu Xiaoxiao, Sister Dao, and Zhou Boyue walked towards Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan excitedly.

   At the end of the competition, Nangong Meijiao had already left.

  At this time, Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan stood together, looking up at the place where the red shadow disappeared on the high platform, thinking about something.

   Judging from the competition in the morning, the rankings of Zhou Boyue and Sister Dao should not be low.

  Chu Xiaoxiao only won one game, and her ranking is estimated to be behind, but she has a cheerful personality, and she still talks happily and doesn't care.

   Several people returned to the hut.

  Sun Jiang also came here specially, praised the three of them a few words, and then told Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan that they should do what they can in the afternoon competition and not be brave.

  While the master and apprentice were talking, a disciple suddenly came over to report: "Uncle Sun, several peak masters want to see you."

  Sun Jiang was surprised when he heard it: "Peak Master? Do you know anything?"

  The disciple shook his head.

  The expression on Sun Jiang's face suddenly became serious, and he didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly followed the disciple and left quickly.

  On the road, I happened to meet Jin Song and his eight disciples, returning with a happy face.

Seeing his solemn face and hurried steps, Jin Song thought he was annoyed by the competition in the morning, so he laughed and said, "Senior Brother Sun, where are you going? We have an appointment with Senior Brother Wan and the others at noon, and we want to drink together .By the way, how about the grades of your disciples this morning?"

  Sun Jiang kept a cold face, ignored him, and left quickly.

  Jin Song looked at his back, and said with a sneer: "You stole my position in Kyoto, but collected a bunch of garbage. Let's see how you deal with the elders and the others this time, hum!"

  Yun Wanrou listened from the side, and couldn't help but said: "Master, Master Sun's disciple named Chu Feiyang still has some skills, and the other party seems to know swordsmanship."

Hearing this, Jin Song looked at her and said, "So what if you know swordsmanship? His cultivation is only at the middle stage of a martial artist, Wanrou, if you meet him in the ring this afternoon, you're welcome. If you get hurt, I will help you take care of him." .”

  Yun Wanrou said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

   Immediately, he clenched the sword in his hand, bowed his head and said: "If I really meet him this afternoon, this disciple will definitely wash away yesterday's shame with his own hands on the ring in front of the elders and disciples."

Jin Song nodded and said: "Just use your most powerful sword moves, and you don't have to show mercy to anyone. Because the disciples who stay at the end are the most dangerous, and they would rather hurt the opponent than hurt themselves. Although you have already You have been designated as an inner sect disciple by Jianfeng, but you still have to try your best to get a good ranking, otherwise you will be ashamed of your teacher, yourself, and your Uncle Wei, do you understand?"

  Yun Wanrou said firmly, "I understand."

at the same time.

  Sun Jiang followed the inner disciple, and walked quickly all the way, even directly crossing the stone bridge and arriving at the main hall of the main peak.

  At this time, in the main hall, not only the peak masters and elders gathered, but also the suzerain Zixia Fairy.

  People are gathering together, seeming to be arguing about something.

   Seeing this scene, Sun Jiang's face became more and more ugly, and his heart began to beat.

   Could it be that Jin Song and other people have already sued him, saying that he wasted the resources of the Kyoto branch and did not receive a disciple of the late martial artist?

   "Sun Jiang, the rudder master of the Kyoto sub-rudder, pay respects to the suzerain! Greetings to the peak masters! Greetings to the elders!"

  Sun Jiang stopped at the entrance of the main hall, bowed his head, feeling uneasy.

When Mo Jiufeng, the owner of Beiwang Peak, saw him, he immediately walked out to meet him, grabbed his hand, and said enthusiastically, "Nephew Sun, come in, come in and talk, we have been waiting for you for a long time .”

  In the main hall, other people also showed kind and warm smiles on their faces.

  Even Linghu Qingzhu, the always cold master of Jianfeng Peak, looked at him with scorching eyes.

  Seeing this scene, Sun Jiang was a little dazed, and subconsciously followed into the hall with both feet, his mind went blank, and he didn't even hear other people greeting him.

   "Nephew Sun, come, tell us, how did you accept that disciple as an apprentice? How is his physique? How is his talent?"

  (end of this chapter)

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