The Romantic Soldier King

Although Ye Cheng had called her a few days ago, she did not go to look for her. Since she was now a teacher in charge of the third year, her class would be taking the college entrance examination next year. She did not have anything to do during this period of time, so she was extremely busy.    

    

Qiao Rubing was even less pleased with Ye Cheng. Perhaps it was because it was these few days that Ye Cheng had left late and came back late, and sometimes, he would not come home at night, so he ignored Qiao Rubing's warning that night. In regards to this, Ye Cheng could only give a helpless and bitter smile.    

    

The one who was in trouble was naturally Ye Cheng, because Chen Luoxue had been too busy these few days to bother him, even if he met him at the company, he did not have any good impressions towards Ye Cheng, and there were even some bad feelings towards him. Firstly, they blamed Ye Cheng for idling around all day, for Qiao Rubing's matter, he acted like nothing had happened, and other than flirting and flirting with his own woman, towards this, Ye Cheng did not know much, but because Qiao Rubing was too busy to speak of the matter with Chen Luoxue, and based on Chen Luoxue's character, he would not ask any questions, he only blamed Ye Cheng for pursuing Qiao Rubing, and even if he was not busy, he could not get angry looking at him.    

    

Ye Cheng was helpless, it was hard to say, but he had already taken out 50 billion to spend on Qiao Rubing, even though he was so generous and fully qualified to evaluate "the richest suitor of the century", but this was not a reason. He had indeed allowed Qiao Rubing to take care of everything by himself, while he had flirted with lovers instead.    

    

However, although the old man's hair was half black and half white, his face did not have a single wrinkle, nor did he appear to be in high spirits. He only had a vulture face and did not have a single trace of kindness from the old man as he quietly sat on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, shaking the glass of wine in his hand. Watching the morning news from the East China Sea, the news article on the news was naturally the hottest news that had been spread recently.    

    

This old man was Elder Leng. No one knew his name, and even his surname was not 'Leng'. It was just that he had a cold aura around him, and from his relaxed appearance, it seemed that he was not in a bad mood because of this miscalculation.    

    

"A mysterious person?" Elder Leng muttered as the corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer.    

    

Even though Elder Leng was watching the morning news, his gaze was slightly absent as he looked out the window. He was comfortably lying on the sofa, as if he was waiting for someone.    

    

Suddenly, a shadow flashed outside the window of the villa. A sloppily dressed old man with messy hair scuttled in through the window and arrived in the room in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind. He did not have the slightest intention of greeting Old Leng.    

    

"Humph!" Elder Leng snorted disdainfully. As he shook his glass, a drop of red wine came out. With a flick of his finger, the drop of red wine turned into water and turned into ice.    

    

"Chi ?" The ice needle and the concealed weapon clashed, and with a 'chi' sound, it fell to the ground. The concealed weapon thrown out by the black shadow was actually a chicken bone that was left over from gnawing. What was shocking was that at this moment, half of the chicken bone had already been corroded.    

    

"Li Chonghuan, you're still as disgusting as ever. I've told you so many times over these years that it's one thing to be disgusted, even the moves that you use are that disgusting." The slovenly old man sat down on the TV cabinet opposite Elder Leng. His slovenly appearance had no respect for anyone, and as he extended his hand, an oily paper packet suddenly appeared in his hand like a magic trick. Inside was a half-eaten roast chicken, which he began to eat with his legs crossed in front of Elder Leng.    

    

If Ye Cheng was here, he would definitely be shocked to discover that this slovenly old man was the crazy old man who faked his death on the beach back then and gave him the Heaven Breaking Art.    

    

Old Leng's real name was Li Chonghuan.    

    

Li Chonghuan let out a cold snort of disdain. His shriveled claws shook the wine cup as he said, "Shixiong, you haven't changed your appearance. Why should I change my appearance?"    

    

"Hehe, I never thought that even after so many years, you still can't beat me." The crazy old man said with a smile.    

    

"Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. Moreover, do you think that you've already won?"    

    

"Hehe, in any case, you've already lost. If you can't beat me, then go deal with my disciple. You're really shameless." The crazy old man sat cross-legged on the TV cabinet, gnawing on the chicken leg as he spoke.    

    

"Bullshit, when did I lose?" You have a disciple? Where the f * ck did you get your disciple? " Li Chongheng snorted and said.    

    

Seeing the two of them talking back and forth as if they were close friends who hadn't even seen each other for a long time, how could outsiders know that these two were their real mortal enemies? Their hatred for each other was enough to tear each other into a thousand pieces, and the reason why they didn't act was naturally because they hadn't done anything in the past, but in the end could do nothing to each other.    

    

"Qiao Rubing, he is my disciple, you idiot. How could you not know? Don't think that I didn't know you were doing this. Didn't you want to lure me out? I'm here, what can you do to me? " The crazy old man instantly turned into a scoundrel as he pointed at Li Chonghuan's nose and cursed. He didn't forget to throw the chicken bones over Li Chonghuan's head.    

    

"Shixiong, are you looking to die? Do you want to fight?" Li Chonghuan was insulted by the crazy old man for no reason. He waved his sleeve and a wave of cold wind blew away the chicken bones. Li Chonghuan stood up and looked at the crazy old man coldly with anger and killing intent in his vulture eyes.    

    

"It seems like you aren't stupid. I came here today to fight with you, but you are f * cking shameless. You actually personally dealt with my disciple. I will naturally ask her for justice." The crazy old man carefully wrapped up the roasted chicken in his arms and stood on the TV stand as he yelled at Li Chonghuan. His attitude was extremely arrogant.    

    

"Hmph, monkey, you are not stupid. I intentionally lured you out, but I did not break the rules. I did not attack her, so you lost this round!" "Since you're here, don't leave!" The corner of Li Chonghuan's mouth curled up into a sneer. The killing intent in his eyes became even stronger as he threw the cup in his hand to the ground.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The glass cup fell onto the floor, and the broken glass fell to the floor. The glass shattered, and the door of the house was smashed open with a 'bang' sound as if it was responding to his words. A robust figure rushed in.    

    

No, it wasn't a charge. It seemed as if he had stumbled his way in, as if he had been hit by a massive force.    

    

Li Chonghuan narrowed his eyes. A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes as he hurriedly reached out and pressed his hand against the back of the shadow to help him dissipate the force.    

    

"Old Wang, what are you doing?" Wang Mingcheng was his helper, and in terms of martial power, he was on par with him. This was also the reason why he said those words just now, with Wang Mingcheng and himself, it was enough to keep Shi Bihua here. But now, it seems that this fellow had come prepared, and his helpers were even stronger than Wang Mingcheng's.    

    

The crazy old man's original name was Shi Bihua, nicknamed Shi Monkey.    

    

With the help of Li Chonghuan, Wang Mingcheng lost some of his strength. However, it was evident that he had suffered some injuries. His handsome face was flushed red, though it was unknown whether it was due to the blow or from anger.    

    

"It's Lin Yifan!" Wang Mingcheng seemed to be grinding his teeth, the three words' Lin Yifan 'seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth, his eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent.    

    

"Lin Yifan?" Li Chonghuan almost cried out in shock. Even though he had expected this to happen, when he heard Wang Mingcheng admit it himself, he was still shocked. "Why is he here? Isn't he in seclusion? "    

    

Then, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Wang Mingcheng, "You ?" You can't beat him? "    

    

"I'm not on par with him. This time, he seems to have become much stronger, and also ?" "He was ambushing me earlier. I accidentally fell for it." Even though Wang Mingcheng had said this, it was clear that his reasoning was a bit far-fetched. At their level, unless the difference in strength was too great, it would be difficult to sneak attack them with their perception.    

    

"Hehe, after so many years, you're still as shameless as ever." Before anyone could react, a gentle voice rang out. There was neither joy nor sorrow, nor any emotion mixed within.    

    

In the blink of an eye, a blurry shadow slowly solidified in front of the two of them. Dressed in a loose black robe, tall and straight, with a height of around 1.78 meters, his face was handsome, and one could not tell his real age, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, hair draped over his shoulders, black and white at the same time. He had the demeanor of a fairy, standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was an ancient hero.    

    

Lin Yifan looked at the two of them warmly, he did not seem to be looking at them with any hatred, but Shi Bihua, who could be said to understand him the best, was able to detect a trace of killing intent in his eyes, especially in Wang Mingcheng's eyes.    

    

To be able to cause such a refined Lin Yifan to produce such a killing intent, what kind of hatred was that? Actually, everyone present all knew that Wang Mingcheng had killed Lin Yifan's wife, or perhaps the woman had killed Cheng Yuewan.    

    

The grudge of killing his wife was not small. Although it had been decades, it had not cooled down at all. It was as if the wine had aged over time.    

    

Cheng Yuewan's death had a huge impact on Lin Yifan's mental state. Back then, he had almost went berserk and was killed by Wang Ming Cheng, and after Lin Yifan escaped with heavy injuries, he had hidden himself in the city, and had unintentionally accepted Ye Cheng as his disciple.    

    

If Ye Cheng knew about the secret behind it, he would definitely be so shocked that his jaw dropped, because Cheng Yuewan's little sister was Cheng Yuehua and Cheng Yuehua was none other than Mu Lingdie's master.    

    

The main purpose of Cheng Yuehua's trip to the East Sea was for Lin Yifan, and her sister Cheng Yuewan's encounter was also related to Cheng Yuehua. There were many complicated matters related to Cheng Yuehua, which were not meant for outsiders ?