"Brother, do you have any worries?" Yang Xueyi lay in Gao Qiang's arms, staring at Gao Qiang listlessly and staring at the top of the tent, and she usually "does many evil things"

He was obediently raising himself, one hand on his back, and the other hand on his lower abdomen. He had not moved for a long time. Yang Xueyi felt a steam simmering from his lower abdomen. Such honest Gao Qiang made Yang Xueyi a little uncomfortable. "Ah?" Gao Qiang was called back to his senses by Yang Xueyi. His eyes moved from the top of the goose yellow tent. He saw the candles outside flashing through the gauze tent. He sighed, looked down at Yang Xueyi in his arms, and couldn't help but kiss him gently.

After a moment.

"Do you have something to worry about?" Yang Xueyi, whose face was red when she was kissed, continued to ask. She could feel that Gao Qiang's kiss today was filled with anger and anxiety, diluting the tenderness and sweetness that should have.

Gao Qiang nodded. He just watched the scene drama of the scene where the tent was interrupted at noon. He came up with more than a dozen possibilities, but still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't help but be upset: he knew so many things in advance, and he had to make up lies in everything. It was really a big trouble.

Zhang Wuji's words were repeated in his mind: "Senior brother, let's go down the mountain together."

Zhang Wuji proposed a straightforward idea, similar to running away from home. He expressed his meaning. That is, with the super skills of the two, there was no danger. Regardless of the life or death of the others above Guangming, he would just care about Yin Tianzheng, Yin Yewang and Hu Qingniu and his wife.

Gao Qiang is sure. If he follows this idea, then he will naturally not turn Guangming into hell on earth. Gao Qiang took a breath and sent out all the thoughts in his mind. He turned to Yang Xueyi tightly, closed his eyes, and buried his head in her chest. Gao Qiang also had fragile worries. At this time, Yang Xueyi turned from a little sister-like wife to a big sister who could complain to her.

Yang Xueyi knew that he was upset, so she stopped asking and combed his hair pity. She thought to herself: Brother, what are you worried about?

Gao Qiang hid in the warmth for a moment before then raised his head. He slowly told the morning's affairs, and even did not hide the matter from the Ruyang Palace. He knew that the woman in front of him had absolutely trusted him. She believed whatever he said, so she would not have to spend her time on how to make up lies.

Yang Xueyi fell in love with her face and said timidly: "Then are you going to leave me?"

Gao Qiang gently pulled her clothes open, held her hand on her slightly raised belly, sighed, "People enter the world. We can't help but retreat. After the Six Sects fought with the Guangming Ting, the court forces finally could wipe out all the forces in the world, and Wudang Mountain became an isolated city, so I won't take action and retreat to the ancient tomb with you. The ancient tomb is no longer safe. Once Yuan Zhen comes, we will die without a place to bury it.

It doesn't matter if we die. You and I die together, and you can be considered a gain, and you are this poor child... "

Gao Qiang was originally analyzing the situation for Yang Xueyi, but as he spoke, he felt true feelings. When he thought that his child might become a victim of this storm, he couldn't help but get excited and shouted in his heart: No! No matter what, I want to protect Xueyi! I want to protect my child!

When Yang Xueyi heard him say something serious, she couldn't help but close her eyes. After opening her eyes for a long time, she said, "Brother, have you forgotten my identity? I am not only living in seclusion in the ancient tomb, but also waiting for the call at any time, suppressing the storm that is enough to subvert the world."

Gao Qiang nodded stupidly. He had been fighting and killing things like machismo. He just thought about how to protect and persuade Yang Xueyi, but forgot the meaning of Yang Xueyi himself. Yang Xueyi continued, "Husband," Gao Qiang couldn't help but feel excited when he heard her shouting so formally. Yang Xueyi's soft voice was in his ears, as if it sounded in his heart: "I am pregnant and unable to move, so you can go for me once."

Gao Qiang looked at Yang Xueyi calmly for a long time, moved her building in her arms, licked her earlobe, and said vaguely: "Don't worry, I will definitely come back for you and the child."

A few days later, everyone was still discussing this matter in the Wudang Mountain Hall, and this time Gao Qiang had an idea.

Gao Qiang suggested: "Master, the six sects will fight hard with Guangmingding. This is a long-term hatred, and it is impossible to persuade them. I am afraid that after this battle, the major sects in the world will suffer heavy casualties, and our Wudang is intact, and maybe it will become a thorn in the eyes of everyone. Moreover, there has been such a big storm in the world. I am afraid that our Wudang sect will not be completely out of the matter and will be affected. Master, you are well-known in the world. For the court, if you want to subdue you, it is better to catch ten masters.

And you have sacked the half-body skills of Bodhidharma. We have a deep grudge against the Mongolian and Tartars, so we must also be prepared for the court early.

Our Wudang sect has many people, but we are afraid that it is easy to avoid open guns and difficult to prevent hidden arrows. We must be prepared these days to prevent old friends from poisoning. I think the court hawks mostly use these despicable means."

After Gao Qiang finished speaking, he saw everyone nodding, but most of them were not attentive. He continued helplessly: "Master, I see the hawks and dogs in the court, the strong ones are like Samozhi and Hua Shixiang. The royal palace also has masters of Xuanming. The disciples were imprisoned in the Ruyang Palace for a period of time. I know that in terms of strength, the court has the power of the local masters is no less than my Wudang. Ming was the master of the Ming Dynasty, and I think those thieves would not dare to conflict with the master head-on. They only have two methods. One is to send people to pretend to be defeated by Guangmingding or surrender to the famous disciples of the Mongolian Tartars to plot against the master.

Secondly, I once got a poison in the Ruyang Palace, which was the Shixiang Soft Jin Powder that my adopted mother had once sought in the Vajra Gate. The medicine was colorless and tasteless. After mixing it in the food, my whole body was sore, weak and weak, and I was banned. Master, we must be careful!”

Gao Qiang said in detail, and everyone gradually heard the smell. They frowned and nodded. Gao Qiang thought to himself: I have said everything I should say, don’t lose your life, everyone.

He left the hall. After he came down, he still talked to Song Qingshu about it and paid attention to the prevention of drugs. Song Qingshu grew up with him since childhood and always admired him very much. Song Qingshu looked at Gao Qiang and agreed immediately - after all, he was the eldest disciple of the head and the leader of the third generation of Wudang disciples.

A few days later, a quiet corner. "Is it settled? Senior brother?"

"Well." "When will we act?" "The sooner the better, not the late one." "What's going on tomorrow?"

"Very good!" "There are three high-fives at that time."

"One word is determined."

In the small house where the wedding was supposed to be festive objects, Gao Qiang was standing on Yang Xueyi. He leaned half-lying and half-sitting on the soft collapse. Today, it was surprisingly quiet. Yang Xueyi knew that he had taken action in the near future and might have to go to Guangmingding to engage in a bloody battle, so she "invited" the annoying little tail baby girl these days, and the room was restored to the world of two people.

Gao Qiang looked at the obviously raised little abdomen, and his hand gently stroked it. Yang Xueyi's skin root. Well, she was not as good as she was pregnant. She was still so white and tender. There was no one else in the room. Gao Qiang was able to put his hand in the lapel and felt the arc of life against the tender skin. Sure enough, she felt the warmth and the beating of life there.

His other hand was placed on Yang Xueyi's back. Yang Xueyi was pregnant. Therefore, she usually did not lie on her side, but lay on her back. Gao Qiang placed her hands on her back, making her whole body press on her arms. This made Gao Qiang feel that he was leaning on this woman, he was owned by this woman, and he completely owned this woman.

Yang Xueyi gently stroked Gao Qiang's chest and raised her head. She could only see his chin. It used to be smooth, but now it is like bamboo shoots. They grow faster than bamboo shoots. A few days ago, she just shaved Gao Qiang, and now she has grown again. Gao Qiang's beard is not many, but it is not slow to grow. Yang Xueyi's slender fingers stretched out and gently stroked Gao Qiang's jaw, feeling the hardness of the slightly prickly hands. "Are you leaving?" She suddenly asked, women are very sensitive sometimes. "Yes." Gao Qiang nodded, kissed Yang Xueyi's forehead gently, and then rubbed her smooth face with a hard beard, smiling, not at all serious. "When?" The woman was not moved by his offensive, and was still in a state of being

He asked reluctantly. "It's tomorrow." Gao Qiang became honest. He paused a little, frowned and thought, "Come and go for four or five months, I'm afraid that when the child is born, I won't be by your side." "Is that right?" Yang Xueyi still sobbed gently when she heard this. She had been in the ancient tomb for twenty-six years and had never cried three times in total, but after marrying Gao Qiang, she would have tears. "I'm sorry to you." Gao Qiang understood what to do now, just like what he did two years ago. He gently kissed Yang Xueyi in one eye, sucked away all the tears, followed the crystal tears, and walked towards the red lips. After staying for a while, he bypassed the arc below, and then entered the slender neck, and then entered the warm heart, like a child.

He suddenly became moved and felt that everything he said was unnecessary at this time, and it was more appropriate to take action. Yang Xueyi responded gently to him...

After a long time, the two calmed down.

Yang Xueyi's face flushed, she looked at Gao Qiang with one eye and said, "Promise me, I will definitely come back to see me and the child." "I promise you!"

Another slutty.

On the night of the next day, Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi were naturally in love. Gao Qiang said so many love words, and Yang Xueyi didn’t know how many tears were. Gao Qiang took out a letter and gave it to Yang Xueyi and said, “I went down the mountain privately. If my master comes to ask, you will give him the letter.”

Yang Xueyi nodded and said, "I will do what you said."

Gao Qiang comforted her again and prepared everything she had to travel far. She walked from the door to the outside of the courtyard and walked for a long time. Whenever she looked at Yang Xueyi's sad eyes, Gao Qiang felt as if she was a sinner. She finally made up her mind and turned her head and stepped out of the yard. Gao Qiang sighed. "Oh, why don't you remember this stupid child? I told her so many stories, why didn't you know that I would name this unborn child?"

Gao Qiang left gently, and he knew that behind him, there must be a affectionate eye watching.

Yang Xueyi watched him leave, and a tear still flowed from the corner of her eyes and said softly to the air: "Brother, you usually tell stories about the bad ending. If the father name a child who was not born, then the father is most likely to be unlucky. I'll wait for you and wait for you to come back to name the child."

Gao Qiang could not hear Yang Xueyi's voice. He was cautious all the way, avoiding the three generations of disciples who were patrolling the night in Wudang, taking advantage of the night to leave the Taoist temple, and heading straight to the mountainside. In a bamboo forest, he gently patted his palms.

Papa, three palms also came from the forest.

Gao Qiang got in, looked up and was shocked. His eyes could be seen clearly in the dark night, but he saw three people standing in the forest, looking at their figures, one was Zhang Wuji, the other was Yu Lianzhou, and the third was his master Yu Daiyan.

The three of them stood there quietly. Gao Qiang looked carefully, but Zhang Wuji lowered his head, like a child who did the wrong thing. "Come?" Yu Daiyan's eyes swept across. Gao Qiang called Yu Daiyan as his master since he was a child. After he swept it like this, it seemed as if he had returned to the time when he was a child who had been forced to practice hard for several hours a day. He hurriedly saluted Eryu first and stood obediently.

Yu Lianzhou said: "Are you two brave? They are like they are experiencing the top of Guangming?"

Zhang Wuji smiled apologized and said, "Uncle II, if I don't go, will my mother still have a fuss with my father?"

He smiled on his face, and Gao Qiang noticed that he was wearing white clothes and cursed in his heart: "Boy, no one knows that you have good kung fu, you are showing off. You wear such bright clothes at night as a signpost for others!

Yu Daiyan also laughed. Yu Lianzhou had always been a cold face, so Yu Daiyan smiled: "No need for so many reasons, you can go down the mountain. You two must first defeat us with all your strength."

Zhang Wuji and Gao Qiang were both shocked. Unexpectedly, these two people made this request. They thought secretly that they were not without a single striking effort. Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan were both top-notch masters in the world. The two of them were due to their steady kung fu, while Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji had another adventure. By chance, they also entered the ranks of first-class masters. If you talk about real kung fu, you may not be able to go with the two heroes of Wudang and the three heroes. Yu Lianzhou continued to have a stern face and said, "Don't be happy too early, you can't use the kung fu of this sect!"
Chapter completed!