Happiness is short-lived.
Especially when it’s doubly fun.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
With the comfort of delicious food and the female swordsman, Goethe had a good rest for three days.
Goethe's strong body and mind made him seem tireless.
But in fact, at a certain moment, the fatigue that surged from the bottom of Goethe's heart was enough to overwhelm him. The reason why he did not show it was simply that he gritted his teeth and held on.
Tensed nerves and many negative emotions.
These are the sources of this tiredness.
To eliminate these, you naturally need happiness.
As for men's happiness?
Goethe was wearing shorts and running around in the sand of the boxing gym with a water gun , shooting at the female swordsman from time to time.
The female swordsman dealt with it with a helpless look on her face.
Lan Die was extremely happy and threw water bombs at Hei Hu.
Black Tiger just stupidly let Blue Butterfly hit him without fighting back.
Qin Huan'er on the side was eager to try.
"Miss!"
The six black-clad armored soldiers of the Qin family knelt on one knee, with an unprecedented solemnity on their faces.
Since this concerns the Qin family's reputation, they have to be cautious.
"Got it, got it."
“What a hassle!”
Qin Huan'er muttered, looking towards the sandy ground where she was supposed to practice her steps. The envy on her face grew stronger. She also wanted to try it.
"Miss Huan'er, this is sour plum soup. I specially asked the shopkeeper of Guangfulou to add ice cubes and honey."
Zhao She ran over carrying two large buckets of sour plum soup.
Next to him was a waiter from Guangfulou, holding plenty of cups in his hands.
"Thank you, Butler Zhao."
Qin Huan'er's eyes lit up.
She really loves eating and drinking.
Just take the cup and drink happily.
Is there anything more pleasant than sour plum soup in midsummer?
With ice and honey, of course.
"ha!"
After drinking three cups in a row, Qin Huan'er opened her mouth and exhaled. The black-clad armored soldiers of the Qin family looked at each other in bewilderment. There was struggle in their eyes and hesitation on their faces.
The lady has gained weight again.
Should I give some advice?
Are you coming?
You are the boss, you come!
The six Qin family soldiers shirked responsibility.
It's not that they are not loyal enough, but they feel from the bottom of their hearts that the ladies nowadays are pretty good. Unlike when they were on the Silver Ring Island overseas, they always suppressed their nature and pretended to be little adults.
Of course, I will definitely be punished by my wife afterwards.
But that was afterward.
Now?
Miss, just be happy for as long as you can.
The six black-clad Qin family warriors reached the decision as if they were in sync.
In an instant, the six people relaxed and took the sour plum soup handed to them by Zhao She with a smile.
"My Lord, Madam, I'll put the sour plum soup here for you."
"If you want to have a refreshing drink, you have to wait until the afternoon. The coconuts were sold out yesterday."
Zhao She loudly informed Goethe and the female swordsman.
After seeing Goethe nod, Zhao She picked up a bucket of sour plum soup and walked towards the 'side courtyard' - this was opened in the last three days and was originally on the other side of the boxing gym.
As the number of visitors to the boxing gym gradually increased, this place was bought for a large sum of money.
Goethe certainly had no money.
But there are the Four Wonders of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu.
Especially the four wonders of the South China Sea, which made them extremely wealthy.
If Goethe had not allowed it, the four of them would definitely buy half of the street as the foundation of their boxing gym.
The layout of the side courtyard is an antique-style courtyard.
In addition to the original north-south and east-west wing rooms, in the past three days, at the instruction of the female swordsman, the doors were blocked, the courtyard was replanned, and more rooms and green plants were created.
None of the Four Great Masters of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu objected to this.
These people are not fools.
The female swordsman and Goethe have a special relationship, so of course they know what to do.
They didn't even hire any craftsmen; they just did it themselves.
“I think there should be an extra pond here.”
The leader of the Four Wonders of the South China Sea, Quan, said so.
"The rockery is better."
The 'Big Head Ghost' among the Six Ghosts of Mangshan shook his head to express his disagreement.
"The waterside pavilion is more comfortable."
As for the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, Sun Yiwan also has his own opinions.
Qian Ding and Sun Liu didn't care.
Both of them were lone traders, often sleeping in the open air, so having a place to stay that was safe was already a blessing.
As for the rest?
There are better.
No?
It doesn't matter.
The two were more concerned about the recent rumors about their own adults.
According to rumors, our master is not only a descendant of the "Martial Saint", but also a descendant of the "Martial Saint" who was far-sighted and kept hidden.
According to rumors, my master is the 'son of destiny' and everything he does is as if he is assisted by God.
According to rumors, the 'Martial Saint' left behind a secret teaching about the 'Secret of Life and Death', which has been fully learned by my master.
There are also rumors that my master has mastered the "power of the universe" and reached the level of a land immortal, and is only one step away from breaking through the void.
Qian Ding and Sun Liu did not believe this.
At most, my master can master the "power of the universe", and he is definitely still some distance away from breaking through the void.
After learning that the people from "Tingqi Pavilion" were defeated by their own masters, the two men's confidence in Goethe reached an unprecedented high.
Even after Goethe gave a slight hint, the two of them immediately spread the news of "using a copy of the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Shocking Method] in exchange for a murder weapon stained with the blood of the descendants of the "Martial Saint".
Violating previous agreement?
Qian Ding and Sun Liu would directly spit in the face of those who raised such questions.
The previous one was 'If the people from Tingqi Pavilion don't come to see my master within three days, my master will announce the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Shocking Method]' and the current one is 'Exchange a copy of the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Shocking Method] for a murder weapon stained with the blood of the '.'
After all, the successor of Tingqi Pavilion did meet my master and had a friendly exchange with him.
"You said the people from Tingqi Pavilion just gave up like that?"
Sun Liu asked softly.
"How can that be possible?"
"Who knows what bad things those bastards are going to do."
"Since he can't defeat our master head-on, he will definitely resort to underhand tactics."
Qian Ding said with certainty.
"Hey, look at what you said. If they play dirty tricks, we six brothers are their ancestors. If they come head-on, it's fine. But if they dare to play dirty tricks, we six brothers will let them play with our balls."
The second of the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Long-Tongue Ghost, started laughing.
" But we can't help but be on guard."
"If those idiots want to play dirty tricks, we have to be prepared."
Sun Shiwan, one of the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, said softly.
"Everyone, I do have an immature suggestion."
The leader of the Four Great Masters of the South China Sea suddenly spoke up.
After being watched by everyone, the leader of the Four Great Masters of the South Sea brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Since we are all retainers of the master, we are all on the same rope, and no one can escape."
"In that case, why don't we use our respective strengths to the fullest and run Green Vine City as a 'family'?"
"You mean?!"
The Six Ghosts of Mangshan and the Three Heroes of Jiangdong immediately guessed something.
Qian Ding and Sun Liu's eyes also flickered.
"I didn't say anything."
“Everyone volunteered.”
"If we do it well, the adults will naturally reward us. If we don't do it well, it's just out of kindness."
The leader of the Four Wonders of the South China Sea said with a smile.
Old fox!
The others cursed inwardly.
It is obvious that this old guy does not want to take responsibility and wants to make the most money.
Moreover, these four old guys control the Nanhai Faction, so it would be much easier for them to accomplish this task.
However, no one paid any attention to this.
They are just thinking about the feasibility of what the other person is saying.
Monopolize Green Ivy City?
They didn't even dare to think about it before.
But now?
It seems, may, should not be a problem.
After all, they are no longer alone.
Perhaps the Nanhai faction has a certain advantage.
But they are not completely useless.
"Drink sour plum soup!"
Zhao She shouted loudly.
Suddenly, everyone who was still thinking came over.
Qian Ding and Sun Liu had already picked up their bowls.
They both think the most clearly.
Just follow Goethe.
The rest?
The two of them can't do it because they have no money and no power.
"Drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in the summer is so...
Qian Ding opened his mouth and yelled.
"Yeah, it feels great!"
Sun Liu nodded.
The two men sat on the ground, and next to them were the Four Wonders of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, and the Three Heroes of Jiangdong. These people had lost their usual airs and identities, and at this time they were just squatting in the shade like ordinary people.
The same goes for Zhao She.
However, Zhao She's eyes were looking around
"Where's Mr. Wei?"
"Well, where's Old Wei?"
The leader of the Four Wonders of the South China Sea, Quan, looked around in surprise.
The rest of the people stared at each other in amazement.
It seemed like Wei Wuyou had been gone since the beginning.
Everyone looked at each other.
The next moment, they all disappeared from the spot.
…
Wei Wuyou changed into clean clothes, walked out of the small courtyard of the boxing gym, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.
"Guangning Avenue."
Wei Wuyou said this.
The driver started the car, and Wei Wuyou, who was sitting in the back seat, closed his eyes.
He was thinking about Goethe's purpose in asking him to come forward.
His purpose of this trip was to meet Muheiya.
Mu Heiya, who had made a promise to Goethe before, had returned to Green Vine City with two hundred weapons stained with the blood of the descendants of the "Martial Saint".
And, in the morning, I called Goethe.
And just now, Goethe handed this matter over to him.
Let him go to the connection.
Or to be more precise, to inspect the goods.
Mr. Wei was not surprised by this.
As for his understanding of Lord Martial Saint, he could be called an expert, so it was natural for him to come forward.
But he always felt that his master had a deeper purpose.
What could it be?
Wei Wuyou guessed.
He not only guessed what was happening in front of him, but also thought of more.
For example, everything Goethe did before him.
But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.
Even my temples felt a little swollen.
call!
Wei Wuyou couldn't help but let out a long breath and rubbed his temples.
Then, Wei Wuyou, who considered himself a scholar and aide, discovered that something was wrong.
The taxi was not heading towards Guangning Avenue.
"Master, you seem to have taken the wrong road."
Wei Wuyou reminded the other party, but his hand was already on the switch of the back door. The staff member who thought he was a scholar was ready to jump out of the car, but immediately, he smiled awkwardly and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
A thin long sword was placed on his neck at some point.
The sword was extremely sharp, and just when it came close to his skin, Wei Wuyou felt like his neck was frozen.
What’s even more exaggerated is that he still hasn’t discovered where this slender sword came from.
That’s right!
In the cramped environment of a taxi, this slender sword seemed to appear out of thin air.
No sword bearer is visible.
The slender sword just appeared in the air.
"What kind of secret weapon is this?"
"Which family or faction?"
Wei Wuyou was guessing in his heart, his mind racing, and then an extremely special sect appeared in his mind.
'Tianjianmen'!
Tianjian Sect is a hidden sect in the Thirteen Continents. Similar to Tingqi Pavilion, it sends out a successor to roam the world every ten or twenty years. However, unlike Tingqi Pavilion, Tianjian Sect is famous for its chivalrous deeds.
Each one is a commendable swordsman.
Moreover, Wei Wuyou also knew that the 'Tianjian Sect' was a sect that existed in the Thirteen Continents before the appearance of the 'Martial Saint'. A hundred years ago, the disciples of the 'Tianjian Sect' had a close personal relationship with the 'Martial Saint'.
When the Martial Saint broke the void, he was the guardian of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"Did you misunderstand? "
"I am the staff member of the descendant of the Martial Saint..."
"Pooh!"
"Don't mention him!"
"That bastard!"
Amidst the angry words, the sword was lowered.
Immediately, Wei Wuyou's neck began to bleed.
“Okay, okay!”
"I won't mention him!"
"Be careful with your sword!"
Wei Wuyou raised his hands and begged for mercy.
dignity?
Wei Wuyou naturally wanted it, but his life was more important - and, at this time, if Wei Wuyou still couldn't guess the real purpose of Goethe asking him to go out and do things, he would be an idiot.
He was used as bait.
Wei Wuyou was not angry about this, but was surprised instead.
Different from others, he has superb martial arts skills.
He is just a man who has some basic martial arts skills.
He is better at studying the 'Martial Saint'.
But as the descendant of the "Martial Saint", Goethe does not need such a person at all.
Therefore, Wei Wuyou knew that his situation was quite embarrassing.
And now?
He was used as bait.
Of course, it proves that he is still useful.
What else is there to say?
Of course, you have to prove your worth.
Therefore, Wei Wuyou cooperated quite well, did not provoke the other party, and did not run away.
Instead, he followed the other party and left the city of Green Vine.
In a ranch in the suburbs.
Wei Wuyou was pushed out of the car.
The slender sword that had been suspended at his neck flew into the hands of a tall girl. The taxi driver quickly got out of the car, bowed and said, "Young Sect Master."
The girl had a pretty face and sharp eyes. If she didn't have a Adam's apple and a magnificent figure, it would be hard to tell whether she was a boy or a girl.
It's totally hard to tell whether it's male or female.
“Follow me!”
The girl said this.
Wei Wuyou followed obediently.
His eyes looked deep into the pasture.
There was an atmosphere there that made him feel oppressive.
Who?
Wei Wuyou was stunned. At this moment, the girl's voice sounded faintly in his ears.
"Are you sure your parents will follow?"