Originally, the Martial Saint Marquis had already drawn an image in Long Xiaoqi's heart. No matter how hard he was, he had to be a big man in northern Shaanxi. Even if he was old, he had to be the kind of old man who could walk with his own style and play with two brave men in his hands. He had a martial arts temperament.

But in front of me, I was an old farmer in northern Shaanxi. Although I didn’t have a white towel on my head, my wearing sheepskin shoulders were real.

Around her face, facing the loess and back to the sky, her hands were obviously made by farming all year round, and she also had a lot of yellow teeth that had been smoking for many years...

Is this the Martial Saint Marquis?

Too unexpected, he is obviously a bad old man.

But if Chufeng said that he was Martial Saint Marquis, he would definitely not be wrong.

"Are you the Marquis of Martial Saint?" Long Xiaoqi looked shocked and performed very well.

He turned every detail of his face into surprise, and he used body language to tell the other person his disbelief.

In addition, he thought that Marquis Wu would definitely have a slightly proud expression because of his shock, but he was wrong.

Wu Shenghou ignored him at all, stretched out his rough right thumb, pressed it on the tobacco pot, took out a match and lit a dry tobacco.

It seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, as if Long Xiaoqi was a transparent person, and all his performances did not work for him.

"Grandpa Wu Shenghou!" Long Xiaoqi turned from shock to ecstasy. He ran over and shouted excitedly: "I can find you, I can find you!"

"What Martial Saint Marquis? No, old man, I'm retired..."

"Bit!Bit!"

Wu Shenghou smoked the dry tobacco very loudly, and the blue smoke kept emitting from his mouth.

"I'm here to help Ping'anhou pay back the money." Long Xiaoqi took out Ping'anhou's sign and took out another 130 yuan to hand it over.

His attitude was very, very respectful, and he wanted to be respectful to the end.

Wu Shenghou was stunned, his turbid eyes stared at the sign in Long Xiaoqi's hand, and he didn't smoke for a long time.

A hint of regret and sadness flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that Ping Anhou was dead. If he was still alive, he would not let others help him pay off his debts.

"Is it painful to die?" Wu Shenghou asked with a breath of smoke.

"No pain." Long Xiaoqi replied.

It is definitely not painful. If I don’t die, I stay at the center of the explosion. When the explosion comes, he can’t feel any pain at all, and his whole body will disappear.

Therefore, it is not painful to leave at all.

"Bit!Bit!"

Marquis Wu took two heavy mouthfuls, stretched out his rough hand and took the 130 yuan to put it in his arms.

"I have received the money I owe, please leave."

Wu Shenghou vomited a mouthful of smoke, knocked his pipe on the soles of his shoes, and turned around and left on the back.

There was no sign of too much expression on his face full of gullies, and there was no sign of too much in his muddy eyes.

At his age of knowing destiny, life and death may become very light.

"Martial Saint Martial Arts, I actually have another thing to come to find you." Long Xiaoqi followed and said, "This is the matter..."

"You can say something if you have something to do." Wu Shenghou said with his hands behind his back: "I thought the account was gone, but it wasn't. Well, let's say something, I'm talking about it. But I can't do many things, I'm already old."

This is a friendship. Seeing that the debt is back, Wu Shenghou is still easier to talk to.

Long Xiaoqi took out the Hanshuihou sign.

"Hmm? Old Dragon, this old bastard, is dead?" Wu Shenghou's face changed.

Maybe for him, an old guy could still accept it if he died, but it was not so easy to accept it if he died.

There are only four of them in the whole country. The former Marquis Wen Zhong died early, and now the Marquis of Ping An is dead, the Marquis of Hanshui...

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, that's my ancestor." Long Xiaoqi bent down and smiled: "My ancestor gave me the Hanshui Marquis, so..."

Marquis Wu stopped, looked at Long Xiaoqi for a long time before shook his head.

"Ga Doll, you are not from Lao Long's family, don't lie to the old man."

When he said this, a sharp sword seemed to appear in the originally turbid eyes of Marquis Wu's Shenghou, which made people unable to see the source at all. He rushed over and took a step back, making his scalp numb.

To be honest, he was frightened at this moment, and he didn't expect that Marquis Wu's eyes were so sharp.

"I am from the Laolong family, and my grandfather's name is Long Yichen." Long Xiaoqi whispered.

When Wu Shenghou heard this name, he smiled.

"Hahahaha... This old bastard, hahahaha... drove away the best son, and finally passed the seat to Yichen's grandson, hahaha... the old bastard!"

Wu Shenghou knew very well what happened in the past. He had a very good memory. He knew that Long Xiaoqi was not from the Lao Long family, but he did not expect that this was Long Yichen's grandson who was kicked out of the monk back then.

Of course he would have to laugh at the ancestors of the Long family.

"Uh... I still have this." Long Xiaoqi took out another wooden sign, which was Wen Zhonghou's sign.

Marquis Wu Shenghou stopped laughing, he felt that Long Xiaoqi was making tricks.

First, he served as the Hou of Hanshui, and now he became the Hou of Wenzhong... He took all the positions of the three people?

"You are interesting, interesting," Wu Shenghou nodded.

"Hehehe... Actually, I'm here to......" Long Xiaoqi smiled and bowed his waist even lower.

This is modesty, his style of dealing with people and things.

When facing an old man who is older, of course you have to be more modest and lower your attitude when talking to others.

This is called respecting the elderly and loving the young, a fine tradition of the Chinese nation.

But just as he was smiling, Wu Shenghou sucked a cigarette pole on his head.

"Bang!"

The voice was dull, and Long Xiaoqi was grinning, his eyes were dark and he almost fainted.

He wanted to hide, but he couldn't escape, so he was pulled hard.

"What are you doing?" Long Xiaoqi shouted, covering his head.

The head, which was hit by the cigarette pole, swollen and did not bleed, but it bulged into a big and big bag, which hurt so much.

"Swish!"

Wu Shenghou smoked another cigarette pole and hit Long Xiaoqi's back.

"Bang!"

"Plop!"

Long Xiaoqi was directly hit by a rock, and his whole chest was churning.

He still wanted to hide, but he still couldn't.

"Grandpa Wu Shenghou...what are you going to do?" Long Xiaoqi got up with difficulty, looking pitiful.

However, Wu Shenghou did not say a word and continued to wave his cigarette pole.

Now Long Xiaoqi is careful and hurried to avoid it.

But he hid quickly, and the cigarette rod that didn't seem to be very fast seemed to ignore his speed and knocked on it again.

"Bang!"

"ah!……"

A scream came from Long Xiaoqi's mouth. He was knocked on his fingers, his fingers connected to the heart.

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

“…”

A terrifying scene appeared. Long Xiaoqi, who had long returned to his peak state, was like a poor dog that could not escape, and was lying to the ground by a cigarette pole of Wu Shenghou.

Long Xiaoqi was almost crazy, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

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