The seller of the heavens

early morning.

Li Mochou woke up from a deep sleep, recalling all that happened yesterday, feeling unreal and dreamy, like a dream gone without a trace.

Opening his eyes, looking at Jiang Chen's resolute face, his heart felt filled with sweetness, and his heart turned tenderly.

As a child of the rivers and lakes, she doesn't care about red tape, and it is a lifetime thing to identify a person.

She moved her body and got into Jiang Chen's arms, her skin was pressed against her, enjoying the tenderness, and she didn't want to get up lazily.

Jiang Chen also woke up, glanced at Li Mochou, felt that the girl had become more and more charming after one night, so he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

She embraced her slender waist with her right hand, and unconsciously rubbed the smooth and delicate skin on her waist with her palm, thinking wildly in her mind: Is this counting as eliminating harm for the martial arts?

It should count.

After he sacrificed his body and subdued Li Mochou, she would definitely not become that cruel and murderous Chilian Fairy again.

This is a great achievement for Jianghu martial arts.

Just when Jiang Chen was thinking wildly, he heard Li Mochou ask:

"When will you marry me?"

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Chen said:

"I have no relatives in this world, and I don't have to ask my family about marriage, so you can get married whenever you want."

For Jiang Chen, the so-called wedding is just a formality.

If Li Mochou wants it, he doesn't mind giving it to the other party.

Seeing that he didn't shirk, Li Mochou couldn't help but kissed him, and then began to think about their life after marriage, where they would live, and what their child's name should be...

After a while, she came back to her senses and thought of the wedding itself:

"I was brought up by my master since I was a child. Although I was impatient and escaped from the coldness of the ancient tomb, I have always regarded my master as my mother, so we need her consent for the marriage."

Jiang Chen: "Then let's go to the ancient tomb after a while and ask your master to agree."

Li Mochou showed a worried look, and said hesitantly:

"Master, he always said that men in the world are not good people. I'm afraid he won't agree to our marriage. Maybe he will lock me in the ancient tomb and prevent you and me from seeing each other."

Jiang Chen patted her on the back lightly, and said in relief:

"Don't worry, with my strength, even if your master doesn't agree, it won't work. At worst, let's elope."

Li Mochou thought about it too.

"Yes, if she doesn't agree, we will elope."

She is an extremely infatuated person, for the sake of her lover, how can she care about her master.

The two hugged each other, talking all kinds of intimate words, and didn't get up until the sun was high.

Jiang Chen poured Li Mochou a glass of snake gall wine, told her to rest well, and then went to see Hong Qigong.

After inquiring about Hong Qigong's residence from the disciples of the Beggar Clan, Jiang Chen went straight to a secluded small courtyard.

After seeing Jiang Chen, Hong Qigong saw that he was full of energy and his eyes were restrained, so he couldn't help saying:

"Your complexion has improved a lot, and the injury is no longer serious."

Jiang Chen nodded: "It's really much better."

Hong Qigong thought of something, and said belatedly:

"That's right, your kid is quite good at practicing kung fu all over his body. His body is in shape like a cow. Even if he is injured, he recovers faster than ordinary people."

Then he shook his head again and sighed:

"It's a pity that you don't want to join the beggars' gang, otherwise I will pass on the position of gang leader to you, and I will be able to take off this burden, and enjoy peace and happiness in the future."

Hong Qigong trusted Jiang Chen's character and martial arts. If Jiang Chen was willing, he really wanted to entrust the beggar gang to Jiang Chen.

Hong Qigong saw very clearly the infighting between the dirty clothes faction and the clean clothes faction within the Beggar Clan. Although he wanted to end this situation, he was helpless.

We can only place our hopes on the next leader of the beggar gang.

But among the younger generation of the beggar gang, there is really no one who stands out.

The candidate for the next head of the beggar gang has been pending for a long time, which has become Hong Qigong's heart disease.

"Qi Gong, I can help with other things, but I really can't help with this matter."

Jiang Chen said, and suggested again:

"I don't know the situation in the beggar gang, but Guo Jing and Huang Rong are good candidates. I think you can choose one of them to be the gang leader."

Hong Qigong just shook his head when he heard the words:

"The two little guys seem to have gone to the grasslands and deserts. I don't know when they will be able to return to the Central Plains."

"Then you can only continue to work hard for a few years, but now that you are growing old and strong, it will not be a problem to be a gang leader for decades."

From Jiang Chen's point of view, Hong Qigong, the leader of the gang, is actually not very competent.

Basically let the four elders be in charge of the affairs of the beggar gang.

He didn't talk much on this topic, but instead said:

"It's rare to meet you, an old man, and I was about to ask you about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

In the battle with Ouyang Feng yesterday, Jiang Chen had a deeper understanding of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and his combat experience has also been enriched a lot.

When I met Hong Qigong this time, I naturally wanted to communicate and confirm it.

Hong Qigong waved his hand:

"Don't ask for advice. Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have already reached the level of mastery, and I have nothing more to teach you."

After a pause, he said again:

"If you want, we can learn from each other. I will also personally experience your current strength and what level it has reached."

"Then, I'm offended."

As Jiang Chen said, he used Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to fight Hong Qigong.

All of a sudden, the strong wind in the courtyard swelled and roared, palms collided, and there was a roar.

When it comes to the power change of the palm technique, Hong Qigong is undoubtedly better.

But when it comes to the power of the palm technique, Jiang Chen is obviously stronger.

Each of Jiang Chen's palms contains a fierce force, which seems to be blessed by the power of a dragon and an elephant. Hong Qigong's dragon-subduing palm technique will also be at a disadvantage when it encounters it, and he cannot compete head-on.

The surrounding disciples of the Beggar Clan gathered around when they heard the commotion. Seeing the two of them exchanging lessons, they all held their breath and watched intently, hoping to secretly learn a trick or two.

After more than 300 moves like this, Hong Qigong only felt a pain in his hands, and looking at Jiang Chen, he still looked energetic and fierce, as if he could continue to fight for three days and three nights.

He hastily waved his hands:

"Stop it, the old beggar will fall apart if you keep fighting."

Jiang Chen stopped, after this discussion, he learned a lot from Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong has studied the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for decades, and his comprehension of this palm technique has reached a very high level, Jiang Chen is still slightly behind.

Hong Qigong looked at Jiang Chen, and said quietly:

"When I saw you, I remembered the ninth-generation leader of the beggar gang. He was born with supernatural powers and deep inner strength. After practicing the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, he was hard to find an opponent in the world. Now you have a bit of the demeanor of the leader Qiao. .”

"Qi Gong is too famous."

Jiang Chen felt that he was still a lot worse than Chief Qiao, and maybe he could compete with Chief Qiao only after he had practiced the Nine Suns Divine Art to a perfect state.

After all, Qiao's leader is strong when he meets the strong, and he can often perform exceptionally in actual combat.