novelraw Chapter 386: Grandfather and grandson meet
Chapter 386: Grandfather and grandson meet
Chapter 386 Grandfather and grandson meet
King Miao rushed to the place where he had been thinking about it day and night for many years. With a wave of his hand, he pushed open the ajar door.
The next moment, a whip kick flew over and kicked the uninvited guest, King Miao, away mercilessly.
King Miao let out a cry and hung upside down on the big tree at the entrance of the village.
As soon as Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan and the others got off the carriage, they saw King Miao being turned away and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
Tan'er held her chin in her hands: "Grandma, you are so amazing!"
Meng Qianqian tugged at Lu Yuan calmly: "Is grandma so tough?"
If she knew that she had eaten up her most beloved grandson, would she be the next person to be hung on a tree as a sandbag?
Bai Yuwei covered her mouth and froze in shock: "No way...grandfather...was actually...kicked away..."
The Miao King had unparalleled martial arts skills and was the number one master in the Miao territory. As long as Bai Yuwei could remember, no one had ever taken advantage of his grandfather.
Not to mention kicking him away, if he touches a corner of his clothes, he can go out and blow for three days and three nights.
Tan'er held her arms in her arms: "Xiaobai, Grandpa Ni was beaten, why can't Ni go and help?"
Bai Yuwei hesitated to speak, turned her face and said: "Even if I want to help, I have to weigh my own weight."
What's more, the person who beat my grandfather was no one else, but the sacred and inviolable Miao goddess.
Ji Li shook the folding fan: "Orochi, what do you think?"
Chen Long glanced at him: "Call me Big Snake again, and you will be the next person to be hung up."
Ji Li snapped the folding fan away: "Do you think this handsome guard is afraid of you? Come on! Give me a few moves!"
Chenlong looked away: "Childish."
Although King Miao received a kick, in Chen Long's view, it was not that King Miao was not good at martial arts, but that King Miao had no intention of fighting with the opponent at all.
He seemed to have guessed that he would be beaten and did not dodge or fight back.
Among the group of people, only Yu Zichuan jumped off the roof of the car, walked to the big tree without hesitation, and looked up at King Miao.
King Miao: "You have a sense of friendship, but I don't need your help."
Yu Zichuan: "Oh, I didn't want to help."
King Miao turned upside down and faced Yu Zichuan: "Then why are you here?"
Yu Zichuan is an honest child: "You are laughing at me."
King Miao: “…”
While the two were talking, a tall and muscular figure strode out of the courtyard, staring at King Miao with vigilant eyes: "Who are you? Why did you break into my house without permission?"
This man was younger than the adopted son of King Miao, in his thirties, in his prime, with regular features, a tall and straight posture, a handsome figure, and full of vitality.
He just looked a little strange, and King Miao didn't remember seeing him before.
King Miao jumped to the ground neatly.
He hung up the tree to coax Xian'er, but it wasn't because he couldn't get down.
King Miao suppressed all his playful smiles and showed the majesty of the lord of a border: "Are you the new guard?"
The man frowned: "This is my house, and I am the head of the house."
"Your uncle's!"
King Miao punched the opponent.
Tan'er, Bai Yuwei and Shang Changle, who opened the curtain to watch the excitement, gasped in synchronization.
"Sister, what's so good about it... hmm."
Shang Wuyou looked at it with interest.
King Miao's punch was so fierce that he could split mountains and seas with one punch, but it was firmly caught by the opponent's palm.
Ji Li: "It's interesting."
"There is nothing but brute strength and the courage of an ordinary man."
After the man finished speaking coldly, he took King Miao's fist and pulled it forward.
It didn't seem to be very powerful, but it made King Miao shudder and almost fall to the ground.
Lu Yuan: “Conquer strength with softness.”
Meng Qianqian: "This palm technique seems to be specially designed to restrain grandpa's boxing technique."
Lu Yuan nodded.
Bai Yuwei heard the conversation between the two and asked worriedly: "Then, wouldn't my grandfather be in trouble?"
Tan'er was so excited that her eyes glowed green: "Let's fight! Let's fight!"
Bai Yuwei's face darkened.
Meng Qianqian turned her head and looked at Liu Qingyun's carriage.
The carriage made no movement.
Mom is so relieved, this person should be no match for grandpa.
King Miao flexed his muscles and said arrogantly: "Boy, is it amazing to know how to do a three-legged cat?"
How dare a male concubine scream in front of her real husband?
If I don’t beat this guy until his teeth are all over the floor today, he is not the King of Miao!
By the way, when did Xian'er find such a young male concubine?
My heart aches!
Ouch!
King Miao became serious.
He still used the same boxing technique, but the opponent's palm techniques could no longer restrain him.
One force can defeat ten. In the face of absolute strength, it is a joke to use softness to overcome strength.
The man received a punch from King Miao, took a few steps back, and fell heavily to the ground.
"father-"
A young man rushed out of the door and helped the man injured by the Miao King.
King Miao's tiger body trembled and he almost went crazy.
What are you doing?
Xian'er and her male concubine even gave birth to a son?
My heart aches!
It hurts like hell! !
He wants to hang himself on the southeast branch! !
"If you dare to hurt my father, I will fight with you—"
"Shi'er, don't—"
The man tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The young man pulled out the scimitar from his waist and slashed at King Miao's hands.
King Miao immediately recognized the scimitar as the wedding gift he had given to Xian'er.
He really is Xian'er's son...
Woo woo woo…
King Miao's sadness flowed back into a river. While crying, he gave the boy a big blow with his backhand.
The boy was slapped away.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" King Miao was beaten to death.
When the man saw his son being beaten, he couldn't bear it. He immediately stood up and fought to the death with King Miao.
At this moment, a majestic female voice came from the other side of the village.
"stop!"
The man's figure paused, and his raised palm paused in the air.
He turned around and looked, surprised and aggrieved: "Madam!"
"Husband, madam...Xian'er is here?"
King Miao quickly turned his back and straightened up his appearance to make sure that his sword was still young, his charm was still there, and his handsomeness was as good as the sky. Then he turned around and threw himself at the opponent with open arms affectionately:
“Xian’er—oh, fuck!”
King Miao jumped halfway, was startled, and hurriedly stepped back a full foot!
"Who are you?"
he asked.
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The woman did not answer King Miao, but first looked at her husband and son: "Are you okay?"
The young man lay on the roof, half of his face swollen and said: "Mother... son... everything is fine..."
The man held her hand and glared at King Miao coldly: "Madam, a madman from nowhere broke into our house without permission and even attacked Shi'er and me."
The woman faced King Miao and bowed slightly: "I have met King Miao."
The man was stunned.
King Miao scratched his head: "Do you know me?"
The woman said: "Uncle, noble people often forget things, but Feng'er remembers them."
King Miao looked at her in disbelief: "Are you Feng'er? Little Feng'er? Have you grown so big?"
The woman sighed: "Uncle, I'm only a few years younger than sister Zheng'er."
Liu Qingyun went to live with King Miao one year and secretly abducted his cousin who had just turned two years old. That was the first and only time King Miao got along with Xiao Feng'er.
Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, Xiao Feng'er would become his biological son.
The man changed his previous suspicion and handed over to King Miao: "It turns out to be my uncle. I've offended you just now, please forgive me."
King Miao's mood suddenly brightened and he patted him on the shoulder: "It's easy to talk! Just now, my uncle's attack was a bit harsh. I'll punish myself three cups later and teach you a set of exercises! Don't take it to heart! That, that's me Cousin’s grandson?”
The young man waved his hand and said hello with his swollen face like a pig's head: "Grandpa."
The Miao King said.
He turned to look at Lu Yuan and said with a serious face: "You brat, why don't you come over and meet your cousin?"
Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian came forward and gave Liu Feng'er a junior salute.
"Ayuan has met my cousin."
Liu Feng'er's gentle and calm eyes fell on Lu Yuan's face, looking at her carefully: "It'll be good when you come back."
After saying that, he looked at Meng Qianqian aside.
Lu Yuan introduced: "My wife, Meng Xiaojiu."
Meng Qianqian smiled: "Xiaojiu has met my cousin."
Liu Feng'er nodded: "It looks better than the one in the portrait."
Liu Feng'er is as calm as a cloud, and she treats everyone the same way, never being overly warm or lax in her courtesy.
"Cousin!"
Tan'er greeted Liu Feng'er familiarly.
On the other hand, Bai Yuwei felt a little uncomfortable, as if she was the only outsider in a huge village.
"Little sister."
Meng Qianqian brought her over and presented her to Liu Feng'er and Xu Yan.
Liu Qingyun was sleeping soundly in the carriage. Baoshu was held tightly in her arms, and the little one struggled for a while.
"Uh-huh - I need to go out - I need to get out of the car -"
She was so tired that she stuck out her tongue, her little head drooped, and it was broken!
King Miao's heart and eyes were so full of Xian'er that he even forgot that his daughter and Xiao Pang Dun'er were still on the carriage: "Ahem, Xiao Feng'er, where is your aunt?"
Liu Feng'er said: "She has moved to Houzhai. This house is given to us. I will take you there."
King Miao made a gesture of rejection: "No, I will go by myself."
He must be the first to see Xian'er!
Liu Feng'er didn't force it and showed King Miao the way.
Fairy!
This time I'm really here!
King Miao used Qinggong to go to the back village.
Meng Qianqian and her group followed leisurely.
Night falls and the bright moon hangs high.
Everyone saw a dark shadow flying out under the bright moon.
"Ouch—"
A bit like the voice of King Miao.
As Meng Qianqian walked away, she asked without changing her expression: "How many times has it been?"
Lu Yuan: "The seventh time."
"Xianer-I can still-"
Crunch—
The door was pushed open for the eighth time.
Inside the house, the moonlight was like a clear spring, like a shark's gauze, clearing the ground.
The Miao goddess sat alone in front of the window, carefully twisting the mulberry silk in her hands.
Time has given her frosty hair, but it cannot take away her inner beauty.
She just sat quietly and looked as beautiful as a fairy on the wall.
"I told you not to come in."
There was nothing old about her voice, it was like the sound of nature, with the slightest charm.
"Grandma, it's me, Ayuan."
Lu Yan looked at her steadily and spoke with a sore throat.
Her movement of twisting silk paused.
"I'm back."
Lu Yuan has long forgotten what pain is and will no longer cry.
However, at this moment, great grievance suddenly surged in his heart, and his eyes turned red:
"Grandma, Ayuan's hand hurts so much."