"Qing Yu Nian" Fandom Ye Qingmei Biography (IX): The Light of Hope of a Fool

Since ancient times, there have been legends about the Celestial Pulse. The so-called Celestial Pulse refers to the bloodline left by heaven in the human world. In the legend of this world, every few hundred years, a blood vein left by heaven on earth begins to awaken.

I have to say that Fei Jie's speculation about the origin of Ye Qingmei's life, although it is too elaborate and illusory, is almost the same as the truth.

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Since separating from Ye Qingmei and Wuzhu, the foolish young master of the city lord's mansion had lived a life of two points and one line as always: going to the big tree during the day and returning to the city lord's house to rest at night, but before he was in a daze under the big tree, now he was going to practice his sword under the big tree.

Except for the only two friends, Ye Qingmei and Wuzhu, who occasionally came to see him, the foolish young master still endured the finger-pointing and avoidance from others. But he himself understood that compared with his previous self before he met Ye Qingmei and Wuzhu, he could easily overthrow the original hundred of his own.

Even though I had only been practicing my sword with a branch in the past few years, my cultivation was indeed steadily rising, but I didn't know which product my cultivation had specifically reached the level of martial arts in the world.

In general, I am indeed getting stronger and stronger, but I have suffered the ants under the big tree, and in the past few years, there have been nests of ants under the big tree, and I have been poked to death by myself.

Today was a good day, feeling the gentle breeze of the sun, the young master felt that the branches in his hands seemed to be a few points faster than usual, and when he saw the two friends coming from afar, his face was even happier.

"Yo, I haven't seen you in a long time, busy man!" The fool skimmed his lips.

Ye Qingmei heard the sarcasm in the fool's words, and burst out laughing, "Well, I and Wuzhu didn't come to see you, where is this so atmospheric!" ”

The fool was happy in his heart, but he still snorted, "What's the matter with coming to me this time, Miss Ye, Boss Ye, And Beauty Ye?"

Ye Qingmei rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, don't be yin and yang, this time I came to let Wuzhu fight with you, and see if you are lazy in practicing your sword recently."

The fool's eyes lit up, he was happy about this, just wanted to find someone to practice his hands, and waved his big hand: "How is it possible, come and come, let Wuzhu accompany Xiao Ye to fight, when Wuzhu taught Xiao Ye to practice his sword, Qiu Xiao Ye can still remember it!"

Wuzhu snorted coldly, and Ye Qingmei showed a strange smile on his face and said, "That's just right, let's go out of the city to find a secluded place, and you will fight with Wuzhu."

Looking at the smile on Ye Qingmei's face, the fool shrunk his neck, somehow feeling a little frightened in his heart, but the words were all thrown out, didn't it seem that he was timid like a rat if he didn't go? Go and go, the big deal is to be beaten!

The three of them soon came to a forest outside the city, the fool holding a straight short stick to open the posture, while Wuzhu just took the stick in his hand at will and stood naturally.

Feeling the slightly looked at the fool, he lifted the stick and struck forward, while the five bamboo feet did not move, and the stick was lifted just to hit the middle position of the stick in the fool's hand. The fool turned around, changed from a blow to a split, and was repelled by a poke in the chest by a stick of five bamboo.

The unbelieving fool came forward with a stick to attack again and again, and again and again he was repelled or even knocked down by Wuzhu, and the most infuriating thing was that Wuzhu's feet did not even change position from beginning to end!

After a quarter of an hour, the fool finally gave up, sat on the ground and exhaled in a rough breath, waved his hand, and said: "No fight, no fight, after practicing for several years, I am still abused by you!" When the fuck is this day a head! ”

Ye Qingmei smiled at the side and said, "Then you have some practice." Then he turned to Gotake and asked, "How is this guy's martial arts cultivation now?"

Wuzhu shook his head, "The internal cultivation is barely eight products, but the reaction ability is comparable to the four products, not as good as the beginning, simply put, a reckless man with empty strength but insufficient skills!"

The fool heard the words and said indignantly: "Depend, Lao Tzu is not such a pervert as you!"

Ye Qingmei pondered a little at the side and proposed, "Hey, otherwise you can come to me in the future to find Wuzhu to practice, and your progress may be even greater."

The fool's eyes rolled, and he was obviously a little moved by this proposal.

Ye Qingmei continued, "I just recently met a healer, and when the time comes, let him see if he can cure your dementia."

The fool was furious and said angrily, "I said I wasn't an idiot!" No illness to see what to see! ”

Ye Qingmei was not annoyed, and patiently advised: "It will not be good to see if you can see it, in case it can be cured, it will be a good thing for you."

The fool twisted his head, "Don't look! ”

"Maybe you can win over Wuzhu!"

This time the fool was silent, and the temptation to defeat Gotake was something he could not ignore, so he reluctantly nodded, "Well, then I'll go tomorrow?"

Seeing that the fool had finally changed his mind, Ye Qingmei also took a deep breath and said, "In a few days, Wuzhu has something to deal with in these days, and the doctor can't come, you still practice by yourself first, and then I will let Wuzhu call you."

"Oh."