Ma Liu never thought of hiding a sweetheart in the golden house, but he didn't want to bring home the ups and downs in the world outside. He hoped to give Xiaoyu a warm harbor so that she could take care of her baby.

So after returning to Fenglinyuan, Ma Liu looked relaxed, but the worry in his eyes was ultimately hidden from Xiaoyu's eyes.

Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but was very enthusiastic about helping Maliu bring out the hot food in the kitchen. She sat quietly on the side and watched Maliu eat voraciously. Qin Wanxue had already returned to her room to rest. She was quite tired from work these days. When she saw Maliu coming back, she felt relieved and didn't want to be a light bulb between the two.

People like Qin Wanxue usually show themselves as a strong woman. They seem to be sunny and ambitious, and are worshipped high by countless men as dream lovers. In fact, after all, they are still a woman. A very ordinary woman may envy her beautiful face and family property that makes ordinary rich people gradually become filthy. But not many people know that she, who had a bright smile in front of others the next second, would also be sad and crying in the next second. In fact, like ordinary women, Qin Wanxue does not have the ability to be alone. She used to be spring, but now Ma Liu has entered her heart. So when the night is quiet, she will also lie on the bed, think randomly, or stand in front of the window to meditate on the pain of frustration in the night sky, just like a sunflower, the side facing the sun is always bright and bright, but the back that cannot be shined is sad and deep.

Ma Liu naturally had no intention of speculating on Qin Wanxue's inner world. He had to do too many serious things now, including sos bar, Qingdie Real Estate, and Qingfeng Pharmaceutical. There are many businesses. Although they are still in the early stages, they are also busy enough for him. So he is really unwilling to waste too much energy on his relationship. Even if he wants to solve some things, it may not be able to straighten out. It is better to take one step at a time.

After dinner, Xiaoyu didn't let Xiaoyu clean the kitchen. After everything was done, Ma Liu read the book for a while and then lay on the bed with Xiaoyu, stroking Xiaoyu's belly. However, Ma Liu's thoughts turned to what to do tonight.

The appearance of Jiang Yidao, the sword bar, was definitely unexpected to Ma Liu. Judging from Xiaoyu's warning, Eighth Master knew the existence of this person, so who is this Jiang Yidao?

Is the Eighth Master? Or Sister Yan? Or is there someone else?

Now Ma Liu has offended many people. Not to mention that Baye and Sister Yan are his mortal enemies, Niu Dabiao, Han Shaotang, and the Yuwen family in Beijing are not easy to mess with, so he really doesn't know whose method is this.

If it was Sister Yan or Eighth Master, the matter would be a bit serious. What does that mean? It means that the two families have really joined forces and no longer take the Qin family seriously. They really have to attack in advance.

Ma Liu's cell phone suddenly rang. When he saw that it was a text message sent by Sister Xiaoyu.

"Sleep?"

Ma Liu replied: "I'm asleep."

"knew."

Sister Xiaoyu didn't reply anything.

Ma Liu wanted to ask about Jiang Yidao, but suddenly gave up this idea. For Sister Xiaoyu, although Ma Liu had had sex with her more than once, both of them were smart people and were very clear about their relationship. Now Sister Xiaoyu can warn and care about Ma Liu's life and death afterwards. This is already a matter of benevolence and righteousness. If she can say anything, she will say it, but she can't say it. If she asks, she will ask in vain. Ma Liu doesn't want to make things difficult for this woman with a little sad fate, but she has a hint of guilt in her heart.

"You have something to worry about?" Xiaoyu raised his head, looked at Ma Liu, and said with some concern.

Ma Liu smiled softly: "No."

Xiaoyu stopped talking, but he was a little worried about Ma Liu. After a long time, Xiaoyu whispered: "You must not be in trouble."

Turning back, Ma Liu was already asleep, and Xiaoyu said softly again: "Because you are not just my man, but also your child's father."

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This is a farmhouse courtyard located outside Qingpu. It has a unique courtyard and a two-story building, but it covers a considerable area. The walls are fresh, red bricks and green tiles, and there are several acres of farmland and vegetable fields outside the yard. This courtyard is still a distance from the nearby villages, and few people usually visit it.

Xiaolong was driving the car, and Master Eighth and Master Mu sat in the back row, with both of them looking heavy.

The car was parked in the private courtyard, and the two did not get off immediately.

In the yard, an old man with white hair and long hair with long shawls was practicing swordsmanship. His own set of swordsmanship was dancing with a slight look. Although he looked nearly 70 years old, he still couldn't breathe after dancing with a set of swordsmanship, showing a deep foundation of internal skills.

After practicing the knife, the old man opened the big iron door and entered the house alone.

Needless to say, this old man is Mr. Mu's senior brother, Daoba Jiang Yidao, the number one master in the south forty years ago.

He can be regarded as the ancestor who uses swords in the world.

Master Ba and Master Mu entered the courtyard together, while Xiaolong was waiting outside.

After the old man entered the room, he went straight to the kitchen and ignored his junior brother and Eighth Master. Eighth Master looked at Mr. Mu with a wry smile. The latter was also confused. Sitting in the living room, the two of them had a little dry mouth, but unfortunately they had no tea to drink.

He cooked a bowl of noodles, and the old man squatted at the gate with the noodles in his hand and swallowed it without the demeanor of a master. In fact, he has lived in seclusion in a small village in Taiyuan for decades. He has been living in seclusion for decades. He usually plays a variety of vegetables, and in addition to practicing knives, he has long been used to such a life. He is a very thick man in the mountains and fields. However, Master Eighth Master and Master Mu dare not have such an idea. In their opinion, Jiang Yidao is a first-class figure, and is comparable to the legendary living gods and living Bodhisattvas.

After eating the noodles, the old man washed the dishes by himself, but still ignored the two guests. He took off the Park knife from the wall alone and came to the yard to continue practicing the knife.

It's still howling the sword wind.

Master Ba and Master Mu also showed great patience, standing together in a corner of the yard, watching the old man dance with his sword.

"Come here, let me see if you have made progress over the years!" The old man suddenly put away his knife and said to Master Mu.

Mr. Mu seemed to have known that Jiang Yidao would make this request, but he was prepared. He took off the knife he had used for more than 20 years from the car, bowed to Jiang Yidao respectfully before he opened the rack.

The two of them quickly joined together, with the same sword skills and the same fierceness. Unfortunately, Mr. Mu, who is known as invincible in one sword, is not a match for Jiang Yidao at all. After just over ten moves, he was defeated and retreated aside. His eyes flashed with a gleam and praised: "Senior Brother's sword skills are the best in the world!"

Jiang Yidao shook his head and said, "You are not working hard!"

This tone is no different from training a three-year-old child, but Mr. Mu did not dare to say anything at all. He stood there respectfully and nodded repeatedly. Xiaolong, who was sitting in the car at the gate of the yard, kept wiping his sweat. He had seen Mr. Mu's kung fu, but now he saw the sword technique of Jiang Yidao, and he was sweating profusely. He secretly compared himself and finally came to a conclusion that even if he had practiced his fists for several years, he could still face two or three moves with Mr. Mu, but if he faced Jiang Yidao, he would probably have to kill him.

"You are trying to ask what happened last night, right?" Jiang Yidao took the knife in one hand, walked into the house, and said with his back to Master Eighth.

The Eighth Master called Uncle Jiang. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yidao ignored it at all, but said to Mr. Mu: "I came out this time and thought my opponent was the man in Beijing. Unexpectedly, I met a young master! It was a blessing!"

"Then--" Mr. Mu asked.

"If I want to win him, I have to at least go beyond a thousand moves, and only 60% chance of winning, but I don't want to kill him. Such a genius is rare in a century and dies in my hands. It's a pity!" Jiang Yidao said lightly.

Master Eight frowned, and Master Mu seemed to want to say something, but Jiang Yidao said again: "You guys go, there is no special situation. Don't disturb me recently!"

Mr. Mu nodded respectfully and said, "Okay, senior brother, take care of me, I will come to see you later!"

He gave Master Eighth wink, Master Mu stepped out first, Master Eighth followed behind, and the two got into the car. Jiang Yidao suddenly had a hint of flushing, he covered his chest with his hands, frowned and said, "What a big hit on the mountain!"

In the car, Eighth Master looked a little ugly and kept frowning. After a long time, he asked: "Brother Mu, it seems that we are going to re-estimate Maliu's strength. Having this little tiger by his side is indeed a problem!"

"My senior brother is a person with good face. If I guessed correctly, the result of last night was a draw!" Mr. Mu smiled bitterly.

The Eighth Master was startled: "What? A draw?"

"And I can feel that the senior brother seems to have suffered some internal injuries!" Mr. Mu sighed.

The eighth Master's face changed completely. He frowned and said, "It seems that he can't touch Maliu for the time being, but it won't take long. Let's watch the show. Niu Dabiao will have a fight with Maliu for most of the time, but I don't like this guy. Even with Yan Chengchun behind him, he can't play Maliu. This is a man who can bend and stretch and proficient in both open and conspiracy!"

"Master Eighth Master, now that we have joined forces with Pudong, can we still fight Ma Liu?" Xiaolong couldn't help but interrupt.

The Eighth Master smiled and said, "Don't underestimate this Maliu. This man is a man who dares to fight and kill, and he is not as impulsive as he appears on the surface. Moreover, he has an advantage, which is what we lack the most, that is, he dares to fight for his life. To put it bluntly, he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. Everything can be started over the beginning, but we can't afford to lose!"

Xiaolong shut up and dared not speak anymore.

The Eighth Master suddenly said: "Xiaolong, how did Abing perform recently?"

"I still drink every day, do nothing, and I have no energy. I guess I am really useless!" Xiaolong said with a blow.

The Eighth Master sighed: "It seems that I am so arrogant to him. I can't bear such a little setback. It's really useless. Let's take a look! If it doesn't work, I don't want to support him anymore!"
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