On the full moon night, Lin Qian, who shouldn't have existed, was chased by Kunpeng, who had no sense of existence when he existed, and shouted "Master" and "Master" and chased him all over the mountain.

"Young man, I'm not your master!" Lin Qian felt guilty and only avoided attacking, "Your master was killed by me. It's not enough to kill him, and he even stole his 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Meditate'. I feel deeply about you..."

"Are you talking about Maobasi? Bah, he is not my master! Shameless scum, steal the secrets of my master! You kill him, I thank you too much!"

"Are you a Tubo?" Lin Qian thought that Maobasi was a Tubo person, and it should have been a long time ago that he had not gone abroad when he was young, so Kunpeng should also be from Tubo? "What's your surname?"

"Master's surname is Lin, so I'm also Lin!" Kunpeng saw him concentrate and quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

Lin Qianchu thought that Kunpeng took a step forward to steal his internal energy, so his instinct inspired the "unique holy skill" in his body, but he saw that Kunpeng staggered and his life was at stake without any tendency to grab the true energy. It turned out that he was really apprenticing to his master, woke up in shock, and hurriedly restrained his momentum: "So you won't beunique holy skill!" Fortunately, Lin Qian was quick and fast, so Kunpeng was unharmed.

Yes, only the Golden Sword Warrior can achieve the unique holy power, which does not mean that every Golden Sword Warrior can do it.

"Master! You, you..." Kunpeng was still in shock, and suddenly his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked like he was devoted to his heart. "Thank you for pitying your disciple! The disciple's Dragon Elephant Achievement has only reached 50%, and the master's sect has unfortunately been cut off; and the disciple has not learned the unique holy skill, after all... there are too many restrictions."

"Well? Didn't Dugu and the others say that there is no threshold for the Holy Mastery, no cost, use it at will?" Lin Qianqi said.

"Master, do you think, if that's true, there will be no chaos in the world? Everyone has come to grab the unique holy skills, how can they learn other things?" Kunpeng shook his head.

"That's right! If this shortcut is harmless, it is a palace-level treasure for those martial arts unimaginants who pursue the ultimate martial arts or those who aim to defeat me." Lin Qian murmured to herself.

"Even if it is the most proficient in the 'unique holy skill', it is said that this thing is actually forbidden art, witchcraft, be careful to learn and use it carefully." Kunpeng said everything.

"What a harmful evil skill? Then, the decent people will look down on it." Lin Qian was stunned and asked quickly: "What harm is it? Will it harm others around you?" Kunpeng shook his head. "Will it lose its hair? It turns into a bald head? I recently..." Kunpeng shook his head again. Lin Qian's face turned pale: "It will affect the life of husband and wife? I have agreed with my wife that I will give birth to ten!" Kunpeng laughed out loud: "Master, what are you worried about!"

"Speak quickly." Lin Qian inadvertently spoke in the tone of her master.

"It will reduce wisdom. The smarter the person is, the more suitable he is to learn, but the more he learns, the more he becomes, the more stupid he will be. He is so stupid that his brain power is transformed into force." Kunpeng said, "The heaven, earth and all things are inclusive of each other, and gains, losses, declines and declines are very balanced."

"So that's the case, stupid people can't learn it!" Lin Qian sighed from the bottom of her heart, and stared at Kunpeng with big eyes. For a moment, why did she feel like she was scolding Kunpeng? Kunpeng's face was full, Master, you are also stupid now... "You have exhausted your brain power, and this unique holy skill has reached its limit. Do you know how the fifth samurai in the Golden Banner died before Maobasi?"

"How did you die?"

"When he was so stupid that he cut off his pulse and died."

"...No wonder after I came down from Dasheng Mountain, my state was repeated no matter how I read. It turned out that so many mental methods on me were all used to reduce wisdom?!" Lin Qian couldn't laugh or cry.

After talking for a while, Lin Qian was glad: For the time being, only the Mongolian Golden Tent Warriors and Tianhuo Island can contact this martial arts. If the people of the Cao Palace want to practice, they must first engage in diplomacy with Fan Dianchen. Lin Qian doesn’t care about the rest of the people, but what the Cao Palace does not lack the most is intelligence!

This conversation is done by running. Kunpeng is not humiliating his reputation, and his speed is faster than Yin Ruoru. It is likely that Shui Chilian will like it. Although chasing the wind and lightning are pleasant, he only knows how far he has left the station in just a short moment.

He had so much knowledge from Kunpeng, and thought that he could not pick up a disciple for free, so he took advantage of the opportunity to teach Kunpeng the skills of several Prajna skills. Kunpeng was also a wise man who was willing to exchange his rituals and rewarded him, so he gave Lin Qian the scimitar he had prepared to update.

It was Kunpeng who came to learn from his master, but Lin Qian felt that he had gained more: "There are also simple people in the Mongolian army." He found that the Mongolian scimitar was very easy and easy to use. After parting ways, he gestured and did not think that the road was long.

Say

The tip of his nose cooled down, and he stopped and looked up. Then he realized that there was no time when the snow fell in the sky. Under the moonlight, Lin Qian reached out to take it, and it was quite large. He couldn't help but think of the sentence, "Together with the clouds and the wind is vast, the flowers are flying down..." It really fits this situation and this situation.

"What are you doing in the snow? You will be home in a few steps, and the children are waiting for the meal." A deep voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

The mountains and rivers are covered with white and blurred, and the huts are more elegant, the streams and bridges are elegant, the jade fields and silver boundaries, the jade forest and jade trees are shining in the world without night.

Even in the background of this natural painting, there was a beautiful woman standing against a tree with fair skin, black hair as a waterfall, gentle long skirt, and a graceful smile. Her three children snuggled beside her, and her face was full of happy smiles: "Dad!" "Where are you going?!" "Xi Qin is hungry!"

The Gentle Land is a hero’s tomb, and this sentence is really good. When Lin Qian saw Yin'er and the children, she almost didn’t want to fight. She immediately collapsed the snowballs she had just accumulated in her hands and rubbed her hands: “Eat!”

Soon, the house was filled with chattering:

"My mother made meatballs, so delicious!"

"Mom, Xihe helps you serve chicken soup..."

"Mom is partial to you! Why don't I have fried little mushrooms?"

"The Chilin fish you made by your mother is the most delicious. I will take you to Shandong to taste in a while."

"Hahaha, my mother's personal experience tells you that a swordsman who doesn't want to be the leader is not a good cook!"

The family is sitting idle, the lights are so nice, the energy is full, and the smile is singing.

"By the way! There is another good thing!" Lin Qian remembered the spoils he had on the front line these two days.

"Mongolian wine?" Yin'er was alert.

"It's not wine. It's better to see it at first sight than to smell it. It turns out that the Mongolians marched, and they don't regard food as the most as we do, because they can drink blood and drink horse milk when they go in and out." Lin Qian gave his children a drink, "Come, try it."

"Just be careful, Yi'er should not drink it." Yin'er looked contemptuous.

Xihe waited and watched, but Xiqin immediately drank it up: "It's delicious! Let's have another bowl!"

"Good girl!" Lin Qian laughed loudly, carried Xi Qin to her lap, looked back at Xihe and finally took action, but Yi'er was still stopped by Yin'er, and she couldn't help but wonder, "Why don't the boss drink?"

"Yinzi came to me and told me that Yi'er was born with a strange phenomenon, and his blood was probably the lead to the antidote for the cold fire poison." Yin'er was filled with sorrow, "Actually, I had long been puzzled. Shui Chilian is the king of ferocious beasts and can transform all fire poison into corresponding cold poisons. As soon as Yi'er was born, she always hugged her and slept with it."

"I have thought about this. Yin'er, don't worry, although the child is young, there is no need to attract more medicine. Just divide it into a few more days to get blood." He pulled the calf around him and said earnestly, "Even parents can't do it for you. Yi'er, a man, you must be responsible and courageous."

"I understand! But Dad, I want to leave a bowl of horse milk for Yi'er!" Yi'er's eyes were full of stars.

"Oh, you actually need to configure the true cold fire poison to defeat the false cold fire poison." Yin'er sighed.

"The controllable killing weapons belong to justice." Lin Qian comforted.

Say

After the meal, the snow stopped, the moonlight was just right, and the beautiful scenery was good. I must live up to the will of heaven. Yin'er had not been in battle for a long time to kill the enemy. She felt itchy, so she suggested to play swords with Lin Qian, which was actually to offer treasures to several children.

No matter how stupid Lin Qian is, he will be in a good mood. He will whirl at him and then cooperate with him. The sword of Hell is like a flying flame, with a heroic and magnificent radiance, but it is perfectly embedded in the feminine and illusory light of Xiyin Sword.

The sword light is intricate and the sword shadow is confused. It is impossible to tell whether the sword is full of everything, like a fascination, or the sword is tightly clasped and never abandoned. With the leaves falling and snow flying, it is like a mandarin duck vine tangled for several lifetimes... The jade bell, the blade buzzes, like the sound of silk and bamboo. The most wonderful thing is that a song of nature fits and hearts are connected.

"Okay!" Yi'er held her palm and could understand it a little.

Lin Qian knew that Yin'er would not give up until the end, but she was afraid that Yizhou would be beaten out like this, so she used her swords and cleverly swept across the hilt of Xiyin's sword, lowered her troops, and hugged Yin'er and the sword into her arms.

"Strange, why can't my parents win and lose every time?" Xihe was strange.

"I know! They are called fighting at the head of the bed and the end of the bed!" Xi Qin swore.

The two smiled, leaned on each other, and watched their children enjoy themselves.

"Have you worked hard on the front line these days?" Yin'er asked, "Jin Meng is considered a united?"

"It's not counting, it's just a coincidence, it's been broken up by me." Lin Qian shook her head, "It's not hard to say. But objectively speaking, Mongolia is stronger than Jin. I mean the Cao's mansion at its heyday."

"Then will your 'swallowing' style of playing against you, which will be detrimental to the growth of the Allies?" Yin'er frowned.

"No. Although they are not as fast as the Taiwan team will be defeated quickly, Chen Xu can also get a glimpse of it. The Mongolian army's tactics come like a mountain falling down, and go like a thread drawing, both brave and flexible. What I said just now is that their logistics requirements are not as high as ours. By the way, their scimitars are particularly good, and their war horses are also amazing." Lin Qian said a series of reasons why the Mongolian army always attacked and defeated them.

"Tomorrow, you can pick one for me." "When you have finished giving birth," "Okay, it's snowing again." "Yes, Yin'er..." The world was long and Yin'er and Lin Qian naturally held hands.

"..." Chen Xu and Gu Yu came to Qian Yin with their own trivial matters. They happened to meet them and came over together. When they saw this scene from afar, they accidentally touched their hands together. In fact, there were stories in Shandong as early as possible, but they always couldn't break the paper between them. Today, they were immersed in the eyes and were about to break. Chen Xu dared to clench Gu Yu's hand tightly. Gu Yu's face turned red and he never retracted his hands again.

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PS: There is a co-author in this chapter called Lone Bird. Guess what she wrote.
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