Author: The cultivation of immortality will last forever

Junxin leisurely poured himself a glass of wine: "The so-called "rescue for emergency but not poverty, their poverty is caused by concepts, and it is not my responsibility."

Fang Yuanzhi disagreed: "After all, you are their leader. If you don't bring them to make a fortune, live a good life, eat good food and use good things yourself, isn't it right?"

Junxin drank the wine in a glass, and was lazy and a little disdainful: "Who said I haven't tried it? They refused.

Some people even say that not wearing shoes is their tradition, and wearing shoes is an alien. I am the alien in their eyes.

Similarly, it is a tradition to stick to the mountains and forests without leaving them, and reconciliation with the court is an alien.

As an alien, I have to distinguish myself from them, right?”

That's why I wear such eye-catching white to distinguish myself from the Miao people?

Fang Yuanzhi looked at him talking nonsense with anger and amused, and poured wine for him: "It should be a try. When they taste the sweetness, they will know you are right."

Junxin gently scraped her nose and laughed in a low voice: "You are kind-hearted. They have taken you over and you think about it for them. You deserve to be General Fang's granddaughter!"

Obediently and listen to the voice, Fang Yuanzhiqi said: "Do you know my grandfather?"

Junxin glared at her, looked out the house, and after picking up the dishes, he said disrespectfully: "The famous General Fang Ying is famous in the southwest, who doesn't know?"

Fang Yuanzhi quickly covered her mouth, knowing that she had let it go. Junxin had reminded her before that she could not tell her identity. But who asked him to mention it first?

She pouted and glared back at him.

Junxin grabbed her hand, patted her gently before continuing to eat.

The child's clothes were small, so Fang Yuanzhi tried to make two sets, but she didn't dare to do more. Her female worker's level was really bad, and she was afraid of ruining such a good cloth.

But there are a few pieces of cloth left, but it doesn’t feel good to put it there.

After thinking about it, she cut off a piece of Junxin's underwear.

In the evening, Junxin came back and saw Fang Yuanzhi sitting under the lamp doing needlework, and advised: "Stay for a while, it's still early to be born."

Fang Yuanzhi didn't raise her head: "It's just a few injections, and she can use it at night after it's done."

Junxin walked forward curiously and pulled the clothes in her hand away and looked left and right: "Is this for me?"

Fang Yuanzhi was disturbed by him and was so angry that she glared at him: "What about that?"

Junxin didn't say anything, stood quietly for a while, and went to cook by himself.

After taking a shower at night, Junxin put on Fang Yuanzhi's new underwear and stood there and let Fang Yuanzhi pull it around.

Fang Yuanzhi muttered and finally concluded: "It's a bit fat here, I'll change it. You take it off first and change it to something else."

Junxin refused: "I think it's pretty good, it turns out that those are too narrow."

Fang Yuanzhi glanced at him and smiled, "Everyone can wrap someone else here, are you sure?"

Junxin took her into his arms: "It just happened to wrap you up, killing two birds with one stone."

Fang Yuanzhi was so happy that he didn't pick on the tricks and didn't insist anymore. It wouldn't be too late to change when he went out tomorrow.

But Junxin hugged her for a long time without saying anything, but just kissed her hair.

Fang Yuanzhi sighed: "I think a heroine who plays guns and sticks can even play embroidery needles! If my deceased mother knew about it, she would probably be smiling!"

I also learned to cook! I can only say that people have unlimited potential.

Junxin was stunned.

After a while, he finally said, "If you like it, you can also play with guns and sticks. Just don't hurt your body."

The next day, Junxin indeed brought her a spear and a martial arts secret book: "This was obtained by accident. It was given to me by an old man who escaped into the deep mountains and forests. I accidentally saved his life, and he gave me this set of secret book. It's just that it's not suitable for my martial arts tricks, you can try it."

Fang Yuanzhi took the secret book and looked at Junxin with a smile: "You kid are you cunning rabbits, where are the good things hidden?"

Junxin touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly.

Fang Yuanzhi knew that he might not have trusted him completely, so she didn't say anything more and waved her spear and used a set of marksmanship.

Junxin looked carefully and pointed out: "This, this move is too fancy and ineffective. This secret seems to be suitable for you. If you have time to practice."

Fang Yuanzhi raised her eyebrows, and Xu Chun also said that her marksmanship is good and her lethality still has room for further improvement.

It seems that Junxin’s kung fu is not bad either, and she soon saw her shortcomings.

In the next few days, Fang Yuanzhi stopped doing needlework, but instead practiced shooting skills according to her secrets.

After practicing, I realized that Junxin’s words were true, and many of the subtleties she had never known before.

But she is pregnant now, and she has not had any leg to do and dares to use force. She doesn't know how powerful this new gunshot is.

That day she was drinking water and resting after playing with her gun. A Miao Min ran over panting, gesturing anxiously, and pulled her down the mountain.

Fang Yuanzhi was confused. Could it be that something happened to Junxin?

She was a little anxious and followed Miaomin down the mountain with a cane.

After going down the mountain and going around, Fang Yuanzhi was almost fainted, and finally arrived in front of a wooden house.

The yard in front of the house was filled with fierce and fierce Miao men. Everyone looked at Fang Yuanzhi with fierce and hatred eyes. There was even a tall and strong man coming over fiercely, wanting to take action against Fang Yuanzhi.

Fang Yuanzhi held the crutch in her hand tightly, regretting that she didn't let Junxin find an iron crutch for her.

The strong man was only a few steps away from Fang Yuanzhi, and someone shouted loudly: "Ah Zhu!" It was Junxin who had just come out of the house.

"Hmph!" The strong man glared at Fang Yuanzhi with a reluctance, then looked at Junxin with contempt, and walked back with a swagger.

Fang Yuanzhi swallowed nervously.

Junxin glanced coldly at the people in the yard, and the warning was obvious.

After a while, he said to Fang Yuanzhi expressionlessly: "Come with me."

The room was full of blood, and several girls were busy in front of a bed.

There were a few pots of blood on the ground.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed, which seemed to be the Miao leader sitting on a high chair at the Lusheng dance.

Junxin's voice was cold: "My adoptive father was ambushed by the officials and soldiers of the court, and was injured and bleeding. I was helpless. Come and take a look."

Fang Yuanzhi felt a thrill.

No wonder the people in the yard hate her so much. If the leader dies, Junxin may not be able to suppress the angry Miao people. He may become the target of Miao people venting their anger at that time. It is hard to say whether they can live.

In any case, saving the leader's life is the top priority at present.

Fang Yuanzhi came to the bed and checked it carefully.

The leader's wound was on his left chest and the blood flowed continuously. Fortunately, it was not penetrated, so it should not hurt the heart, otherwise he should have died at this time.

Fang Yuanzhi said quickly: "Silver Needle!"
Chapter completed!