Xiao Changyuan saw Yun Pianpian standing in front of him and maintained his appearance.

I couldn't help but curl up my thin lips.

His wife looks so fierce that she is so majestic.

It looks like a little white rabbit with red eyes.

He is obviously weak and weak, and he can kill him with one hand.

But she stood in front of him without hesitation and asked him for justice with great momentum.

Xiao Changyuan was still a little unhappy because he didn't beat the old man.

But his half-displeasure, because of Yun Pianpian's movements, disappeared instantly.

Yun Pianpian took the pickled vegetables given by Jiang Cuicui, carried them to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and counted the piles of broken jars and jars on the ground.

The pickles and sauce flowed all over the floor, and nothing could be eaten. Yun Pianpian's little face wrinkled into a ball, and his heart was bleeding.

"My white radish, my pickles..."

Xiao Changyuan lowered his head and admitted his mistake, saying, "I'm sorry, madam..."

Yun Pianpian felt that Xiao Changyuan was also a victim, so he did not blame him. He just said softly: "Don't fight in the yard next time."

Xiao Changyuan said: "Okay."

In the next two days, Wanshan guests often come to Xiao Changyuan for trouble.

When Xiao Changyuan was chopping firewood, Wanshanke said that Xiao Changyuan's actions were wrong. He would cut them to twice the result with half the effort.

When Xiao Changyuan went to the river to fetch water, Wanshan Guest said that Xiao Changyuan was not good at skill and could do what to do to lure the water into the bucket.

When Xiao Changyuan repaired the wooden window, Wanshanke said that Xiao Changyuan's posture was wrong and he should do it so that he could hit his skills into the nail.

Wanshanke really wanted to give guidance to Xiao Changyuan.

But Xiao Changyuan was completely unhappy.

Xiao Changyuan lowered his eyelashes and focused on doing what he was doing, ignoring Wanshanke and not even looking at Wanshanke.

Wanshanke said angrily: "My friend, have you heard me?"

Xiao Changyuan finally put down the tools to repair the wooden window, raised his cold eyes, and looked at Wanshan Guests coldly.

"If you want to fight, why bother so much nonsense?"

Wanshanke said: "Why is this nonsense?

I am giving guidance to my friend. Although your palm wind is sharp and cold, there is still room for improvement. If I am willing to listen to my advice, I will definitely be able to establish a sect and become a master in the future!”

Xiao Changyuan said indifferently: "I am not interested in a generation of masters."

Wan Shanke was stunned and frowned and said, "You have a unique skeleton and are a natural martial arts genius. If you were guided by me, you would definitely be able to dominate the world within ten years. Even the most powerful one might not be your opponent.

If you don’t become a master, isn’t this a waste of resources?”

"I'm God."

Xiao Changyuan raised his dark and cold eyes and looked at the guests of all mountains with cold eyes.

"The nature of nature is nothing more than a tool."

The cold and lonely young man stood in the fenced yard with a very arrogant look.

The cold eyes, without a trace of warmth, were as if they were looking down at all living beings.

"How could I be interested in a tool?"

Wanshanke stared at Xiao Changyuan in a daze.

He had seen this kind of look and tone on Ji Wuliang fifty years ago.

The man, who was known as the number one in the world, was extremely powerful, but in the end he practiced martial arts and became obsessed with the practice of practicing martial arts. He accidentally killed his wife and children, and disappeared from now on.

There are rumors in the world that Ji Wuliang is crazy. Some say Ji Wuliang is dead, while others say Ji Wuliang has become a monk.

From then on, no one has ever seen the most immeasurable one again.

Xiao Changyuan looked at Wanshanke coldly: "Whose shadow are you looking at through me?"

Wan Shanke was stunned. He did not expect that the young man in black clothes had such amazing eyesight and could see through everything. Wan Shanke whispered: "I just miss an old friend. I haven't seen each other for decades. I don't know how he is now..."

Xiao Changyuan was not interested in Wanshanke’s old friends.

He slightly raised his pale and thin chin, his dark eyes were cold, and he looked at the guests of all mountains coldly.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Wanshanke's strong desire to cherish talent naturally could not be easily extinguished by Xiao Changyuan's coldness. Seeing that his words could not impress Xiao Changyuan, he wanted to guide Xiao Changyuan in martial arts. Wanshanke whispered: "Beat!"

Xiao Changyuan said lightly: "Don't beat me here. If you break the jar, my wife will be angry."

Wan Shanke was stunned and made fun of him with a smile: "I didn't expect that my friend was actually a afraid wife."

Xiao Changyuan said coldly: "What's ridiculous about being afraid of your wife?"

Wanshanke was blocked by Xiao Changyuan's words.

The deceased wife was still alive at that time. The friends in the martial arts world often made fun of him for fear of his wife. After saying too much, Wan Shanke was a little concerned. In order to prove that he was not afraid of his wife, he deliberately refused to go home and hang out with the friends all day long...

His wife saw his coldness, but she never said much.

Every time she would light a small lamp at night and wait quietly for him to come home.

When he was young, he didn't know how to cherish it, and always felt that the love of his children would hinder him from becoming famous.

But when he became famous, he found that what he really wanted was the small candlelight waiting for him.

Wan Shanke thought that so many years have passed, and he should have let go of the pain of losing his wife, but the heart-wrenching pain in his heart still reminded him that he had not let go.

He will never let it go in his life.

When Wanshanke thought about the past, his old and turbid eyes were slightly red, and his tone was full of bitterness.

“It’s not ridiculous indeed.

My friend is much smarter than me.”

He only realized such a simple truth after losing his wife.

He is indeed not as good as this young man in black clothes.

Xiao Changyuan was not interested in the love, hate and affection of Wanshanke.

He said lightly: "I will tell my wife and go to the forest to fight with you again."

Wanshanke: "Okay."

Yun Pianpian learned that Wanshanke had made an appointment with Xiao Changyuan, so he asked worriedly: "How long do you want to fight?"

Will you be injured?

Should I help my husband watch him so that he will not bully him because of his age?"

Xiao Changyuan was worried that Wanshan Guest would hurt Yun Pianpian when he took action, so he refused and said, "I will come back before the sun sets, and nothing will happen."

When Yun Pianpian heard what he said, he had to give up and reminded him: "Then you must come back before the sun sets."

Xiao Changyuan nodded, turned around, raised his foot and walked out of the house, and led thousands of tourists to the forest to duel.

The two of them fought in the mountains for a long time, and the outcome was still undecided. Just when they were hard to part, Xiao Changyuan suddenly stopped, looked at the morning glow and evening clouds in the sky, and said to Wanshanke: "No more fight, the sun is about to set, and my wife is still waiting for me at home."

Wanshanke didn't allow him to leave: "If you try three more moves, just three moves, I will definitely beat you!"

Xiao Changyuan said lightly: "My wife asked me to go home before the sun sets, and it's not too late for a moment."

After saying that, Xiao Changyuan tapped his feet, jumped over the mountains and forests with his light skills, and flew towards his home.

The guests of Wanshan stood alone and listened to the sound of the cold wind blowing down the leaves.

"Forget..."

Wanshan Guest sighed lightly.

He was a little worried before that this young man in black clothes was so arrogant and rebellious that he might follow the extremely numerous old paths of the past, leading to the misfortune of killing his wife and children.

But today it seems that this young man in black clothes loves his wife so much, he will definitely not follow in the footsteps.

A sharp, cold and cold sword should be locked in the scabbard so that it will not do anything that hurts others and yourself.

And now, this sword called stone has found his scabbard.

Yun Pianpian paved the rice, cut the vegetables, sat in the yard waiting for Xiao Changyuan. When he saw him coming back, he immediately went up to meet him.

"How about it?

Are there any injuries?"

Xiao Changyuan shook his head and said, "Don't you care about winning or losing?"

Yun Pianpian said: "Winning is not that important. Winning cannot win for a lifetime, and losing cannot lose for a lifetime. The body is the most important thing."

When Xiao Changyuan heard Yun Pianpian's words, he curled his thin lips slightly.
To be continued...