Ten years in the cold window, only to find out that it is a martial arts

Duan Yanqing laughed again, and said ventriloquically, "When I was young, I was much more handsome than you."

Duan Zhengchun: "..."

"Ugly people often do mischief." Mu Wanqing couldn't help muttering.

Duan Yanqing glanced indifferently, but suddenly his heart moved.

"Since Duan Yu is my son, he can naturally marry Mu Wanqing..."

Thinking of this, Duan Yanqing shook his head again, and thought to himself, "Mu Wanqing looks pretty good, but her wild nature is hard to tame. In the future, when Yu'er ascends the throne as emperor, she can be forced to accept her as a concubine. The empress must marry a noble woman." OK."

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Qin Hongmian swung his sleeves violently, and three poisonous arrows shot out from the sleeves, directly hitting Duan Yanqing.

"Don't run fast."

Qin Hongmian let out a loud shout.

Clang!

Duan Yanqing moved both hands together, and the iron crutch with his left hand easily knocked down three poisonous arrows, making a 'clang' sound.

He raised the iron crutch with his right hand, and the tip of the crutch touched Duan Zhengchun's throat.

Duan Zhengchun's face turned pale, and he froze, not daring to move.

Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing's expressions changed, they both stood up at the same time, looking nervously at Duan Zhengchun.

"Interesting~."

The old man with childlike face and white hair who sat near the window on the east side took a sip of wine lightly.

"Don't force me to kill you immediately." Duan Yanqing retracted the crutches and poured himself a glass of new wine.

Duan Zhengchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice, "The grievance between you and me is an internal matter of the Duan family. Don't implicate the innocent."

"The Duan family?"

The heart of the old man with the childlike face and hefty hair moved, he vaguely guessed Duan Zhengchun's identity.

"As long as you answer one of my questions truthfully, I will let their mother and daughter go." Duan Yanqing stared at Duan Zhengchun and said slowly.

"What's the problem?" Duan Zhengchun was secretly wary.

Duan Yanqing said: "How many sons do you have?"

"What?" Duan Zhengchun was stunned, thinking he had heard it wrong.

Duan Yanqing repeated: "How many sons do you have?"

this point is very important.

He must ensure that his son Duan Yu is the only heir to the throne of Dali Kingdom.

"How many sons do I have~ Don't you know?" Duan Zhengchun sneered, feeling that the villain in front of him was deliberately teasing him.

Duan Yanqing was silent, and said: "You are romantic by nature, and even Wang Yuyan, the eldest lady of Mantuo Villa, is your illegitimate daughter. How can I be sure, do you have other illegitimate children outside?"

Duan Zhengchun, Mu Wanqing, and Qin Hongmian all looked calm, they all knew who Wang Yuyan's real father was.

The whole face of the old man with childlike face and white hair froze.

"Are you worried about this?" Duan Zhengchun smiled, and said leisurely, "This question is really hard to answer. As you said, Duan has a romantic nature, maybe there is a beautiful woman who gave birth to a son for me."

Duan Yanqing's face darkened.

"Even if you kill me and Yu'er, Dali's throne will definitely not belong to you." Duan Zhengchun looked at Duan Yanqing and said with a half-smile, "After all, I might really have an illegitimate child."

"Bastard." Qin Hongmian couldn't help cursing, with a cold face.

Duan Zhengchun paused, smiled, and ignored Qin Hongmian.

He knew very well that at a time like this, the colder he was towards Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing, the greater the possibility of the mother and daughter surviving.

"Originally, I wanted to save your life, but now it seems that I can't." Duan Yanqing's voice became ferocious, and his murderous intentions arose.

As long as Duan Zhengchun is killed, even if an illegitimate child does emerge in the future, he will definitely be labeled as 'unknown origin', and he has no right to compete with his own Yu'er for the throne at all!

Duan Zhengchun's face changed, and he deeply felt the cold murderous intent exuded from Duan Yanqing.

"Hehe~."

Suddenly, a gentle chuckle sounded from the window on the east side.

Duan Yanqing frowned, and coldly glanced at the old man with a childlike face and white hair.

Duan Zhengchun, Qin Hongmian, and Mu Wanqing all looked towards the east window.

"Do you want to meddle in your own business?" Duan Yanqing said coldly.

The old man with Tongyan and Hefa smiled and said: "I'm quite old, so naturally I won't meddle in my own business. However, when it comes to family affairs, I can't ignore it."

"Family matter?" Everyone was taken aback.

"Your Excellency... is your surname Duan?" Duan Yanqing asked with narrowed eyes.

Duan Zhengchun's heart skipped a beat, wondering if this old man is a senior expert of the Duan family in Dali?

The old man with a childlike face and white hair shook his head.

"Isn't your surname Duan?" The hope that Duan Zhengchun had raised just now fell back.

"Then what did you mean when you said... family affairs?" Duan Yanqing asked with a frown.

The old man with a childlike face and white hair picked up the goose feather fan on the dining table, pointed at Duan Zhengchun, and suddenly smiled and said: "Family affairs, that is..."

"The old man is his father."

Chapter 124 Who Said His Father Must Be Duan?

"The old man is his father."

...

The restaurant lobby fell into an eerie silence.

Duan Yanqing was dumbfounded.

Duan Zhengchun was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the old man with the childish face and the white hair.

Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing were also so startled that they couldn't close their mouths.

The old man with childlike face and white hair lightly fanned his goose feather fan, with a spring-like smile on his ruddy face.

He is Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Xingxiu School. He calls himself 'Old Immortal Xingxiu', and is also called 'Old Monster XingXiu', or 'Old Monster Ding'.

"You just said that your surname is not Duan." Duan Yanqing stared at Ding Chunqiu and said with squinted eyes.

When Duan Zhengchun came back to his senses, his entire face turned dark.

Ding Chunqiu fanned the goose feather fan lightly, and said with a smile: "To be his father, must the surname be Duan?"

Duan Yanqing smiled, and looked up at Duan Zhengchun.

"Your Excellency, is this the first time we've met?" Duan Zhengchun half turned around and looked at Ding Chunqiu with a deep voice.

Ding Chunqiu nodded slightly, and said: "It is indeed the first time we meet."

"Duan didn't offend Your Excellency just now, did he?" Duan Zhengchun said coldly.

Ding Chunqiu nodded again.

"Then why did your Excellency insult Duan?" Duan Zhengchun roared, glaring at Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu still had a smile on his face, and said: "In the world, there are many people who want to be the son of this old man, but they can't ask for it. Do you think it's an insult that this old man can take the initiative to recognize you as half his son?"

Duan Zhengchun's face turned black, and he said with a sneer, "Looking at your appearance, your mother must be as beautiful as a flower, and maybe she was once one of Duan's confidante."

As a disciple of Wu Yazi, the head of the Xiaoyao School, Ding Chunqiu's appearance is still very outstanding, now he is over seventy years old, with a childlike face and white hair, he has a fairy-like charm.

Ding Chunqiu still had a smile on his face, but everyone present could clearly feel the coldness emanating from him.

In particular, the other guests in the lobby of the restaurant were all lying on the dining table.

"Poison...could it be him?" Duan Yanqing glanced at the guests at the dining table around him, secretly startled, and had a vague guess in his heart.

"What a weird old man." Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing felt hairy in their hearts, and they clenched their weapons tightly.

Duan Zhengchun's face remained stern, but he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Since you don't recognize Lao Shi as your father, then Lao Shi has no reason to help you." Ding ChunQiu smiled lightly and gently fanned the goose feather fan.

Duan Zhengchun's face changed slightly, then he remembered that if this childlike and white-haired old man hadn't spoken just now, he might have died under Duan Yanqing's iron crutches.

The hearts of Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing's mother and daughter also rose.

Duan Yanqing looked at Ding Chunqiu fearfully, and said in ventriloquism: "I still don't know your honorable name?"

"The old man's name is not important, the important thing is..." Ding Chunqiu said leisurely, "The old man came here to attend his granddaughter's wedding banquet, and I just happened to hear that you mentioned the old granddaughter."

The restaurant lobby was silent again.

"Wang Yuyan's grandfather..." Mu Wanqing said secretly.

"The father of that bitch Li Qingluo." Qin Hongmian said secretly.

"A Luo's father..." Duan Zhengchun suddenly realized that since he is A Luo's father, then I am indeed his half son.

"Not Ding Chunqiu?" Duan Yanqing frowned slightly, staring at Ding Chunqiu, his ventriloquist was cold, "You want to stop me from killing him?"

Ding ChunQiu fanned the goose feather fan in his hands, sighed: "Originally, I wanted to stop it, but he didn't seem to appreciate it, and that old man can't stand out."

Duan Zhengchun's eyelids twitched, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Since the senior is Ah Luo's father, the junior should also respect the senior as his father."

"Oh? Are you willing to recognize this old man as your father?" Ding Chunqiu smiled.

Duan Zhengchun blushed, coughed lightly, and said, "Senior should know about the relationship between this junior and Ah Luo..."

"Hmph." Qin Hongmian snorted coldly, her face was very ugly.

Ding Chunqiu glanced at Qin Hongmian, then put his gaze on Duan Zhengchun again, and said: "You call me daddy, and I will help you through this difficult time."

"This..." Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, if Li Qingluo was the concubine he was marrying, then the 'Daddy' would naturally be called.

However, he and Li Qingluo didn't get along well after all.

"Hey, if you want to call out daddy, I can let you go today." Duan Yanqing sneered.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, momentarily confused.

"Why... have you been deceiving Ah Luo?" Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Duan Zhengchun quickly shook his head and said, "I have a whole heart for Ah Luo."

When he said this, Duan Zhengchun felt guilty.

He had indeed betrayed Li Qingluo, and this time he planned to sacrifice Li Qingluo to regain the face that Dali had lost.

"Since you are sincere to Ah Luo, why don't you want to recognize me as your father?" Ding Chunqiu said, glanced at Qin Hongmian, and sneered, "Is it because of her?"

Qin Hongmian's face was cold, her chin lifted slightly, and she stared at Ding Chunqiu coldly.

Duan Zhengchun's heart tightened, and he quickly said: "You are A Luo's father, so naturally you are also the younger generation's father, but after all, the junior and A Luo's names are not right, if the younger generation calls the senior 'father', it will affect A Luo Famous."

Ding Chunqiu paused, nodded and said: "That's true, then call me daddy after you Mingmei is marrying Aluo."

Duan Zhengchun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Okay."

I thought to myself, let's get through this level first.

"You want to marry Li Qingluo?" Duan Yanqing's voice was ferocious, and his heart was extremely angry, not only for his Guanyin Bodhisattva Dao Baifeng, but also for his own son Duan Yu.

"None of your business?" Duan Zhengchun sneered.

"Looking for death!" Duan Yanqing was completely enraged, and immediately struck Duan Zhengchun's face with a crutch in his right hand.

Ding Chunqiu moved his right hand lightly, Duan Zhengchun's whole body instantly flew upside down and landed beside Ding Chunqiu.

Duan Yanqing's expression changed, and he stared at Ding Chunqiu fearfully.

At that moment just now, he was completely unaware of Ding Chunqiu's attack.

With a smile on Ding Chunqiu's face, he secretly withdraws the snow silk, at the same time his right hand seemingly unintentionally connects with Duan Zhengchun's Jianjing and Ya acupoints.

Duan Zhengchun, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt his acupoints being touched, and his face froze immediately.