After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

King Miao ran to the place he had been thinking about for many years, waved his hand, and pushed open the half-open gate.

The next moment, a whip kick came and ruthlessly kicked the uninvited guest, King Miao, away.

The Miao King let out a howl and hung upside down on a big tree at the entrance of the village.

As soon as Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan and his companions got off the carriage, they saw the Miao King being refused entry, and they all broke out in a cold sweat.

Tan Er held her chin with both hands: "Grandma, you are amazing!"

Meng Qianqian tugged at Lu Yuan hesitantly: "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 stood there in shock: "No way... Grandfather... was actually... kicked away..."

The Miao King was a martial arts master, the best fighter in Miao territory. Ever since Bai Yuwei could remember, she had never seen anyone get the upper hand at the hands of her grandfather.

Not to mention kicking him away, even if you touch a corner of his clothes you will be blown away for three days and three nights.

Tan Er folded his arms and said, "Xiao Bai, my grandfather was beaten up, why can't I go over and help?"

Bai Yuwei hesitated to speak, turned away and said, "Even if I want to help, I have to consider my own worth."

Besides, the one who beat my grandfather was not just someone else, but the sacred and inviolable Miao goddess.

Ji Li waved his folding fan and said, "Big Snake, what do you think?"

Chen Long glanced at him and said, "If you call me Big Snake again, you will be the next one to be hung up."

Ji Li folded his folding fan and said, "Do you think I am afraid of you? Come on! Let's fight!"

Chen Long looked away: "Childish."

Although King Miao was kicked, Chen Long believed that it was not because King Miao's martial arts were not good enough, but because King Miao had no intention of fighting with the opponent at all.

He seemed to have guessed that he would be beaten, so he neither dodged nor fought back.

Among the group, only Yu Zichuan jumped off the car roof, walked to the big tree without hesitation, and looked up at the Miao King.

King Miao: "You are kind-hearted, but I don't need your help."

Yu Zichuan: "Oh, I didn't mean to help."

The Miao King looked upside down at Yu Zichuan and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Yu Zichuan is an honest child: "I am making fun of you."

Miao King: “…”

As the two were talking, a tall and strong figure strode out of the courtyard gate and stared at the Miao King with vigilance: "Who are you? Why are you trespassing in my house?"

This man was younger than the adopted son of King Miao, and was only about thirty years old, in the prime of his life, with regular features, an upright posture, a handsome spirit, and full of energy.

It's just that his face looked a little unfamiliar, and King Miao didn't remember having seen him before.

King Miao jumped down to the ground swiftly.

He hung on the tree to coax Xian'er, not that he really couldn't come down.

The Miao King put away all his playful smiles and revealed the majesty of a lord of a territory: "Are you a new guard?"

The man frowned and said, "This is my home, and I am the head of the family."

"Your uncle's!"

King Miao punched the other party.

Tan'er, Bai Yuwei and Shang Changle, who had drawn aside the curtain to watch the fun, gasped in unison.

"Sister, what's so good about it... um."

Shang Wuyou read it with great interest.

The Miao King’s punch was so fierce that it could split mountains and suppress seas with one punch, but it was firmly caught by the opponent’s palm.

Ji Li: "It's quite interesting."

"Brute force is just the courage of a common man."

The man said coldly, then grabbed the Miao King's fist and pulled it forward.

Although the force seemed not strong, it still caused the Miao King to suffer a setback and almost fall to the ground.

Lu Yuan: "Use softness to overcome hardness."

Meng Qianqian: "This set of palm techniques seems to be specially designed to counter grandpa's boxing techniques."

Lu Yuan nodded.

Bai Yuwei heard the conversation between the two and asked worriedly, "Then, won't my grandfather be in trouble?"

Tan Er's eyes glowed green with excitement: "Fight! Fight!"

Bai Yuwei's face darkened.

Meng Qianqian turned her head and looked at Liu Qingyun's carriage.

The carriage made no movement.

Since mother is so confident, this person must not be a match for grandfather.

The Miao King stretched his muscles and said arrogantly, "Boy, is it a big deal that you know a little bit of Kung Fu?"

A male concubine dares to shout in front of her husband?

If he doesn’t beat this guy to a pulp today, he’s not the Miao King!

By the way, when did Xian'er find such a young male concubine?

Heart hurts!

Ouch!

The Miao King started to get serious.

He still used the same boxing skills, but the opponent's palm skills could no longer restrain him.

Force can defeat skill. In the face of absolute strength, using softness to overcome hardness is a joke.

The man was hit by a punch from the Miao King, took several steps back, and fell heavily to the ground.

"father--"

A young man rushed out and helped up the man who was injured by the Miao King.

The Miao King's body trembled and he almost went crazy.

What are you doing?

Xian'er and her male concubine even gave birth to a son?

Heart hurts!

It hurts so much!!!

He wants to hang himself!!!

"If you dare to hurt my father, I will fight you--"

"Shier, don't--"

The man tried to stop it, but it was too late.

The young man drew the scimitar from his waist and slashed at the Miao King's hands.

King Miao immediately recognized the scimitar as the wedding gift he had given to Xian'er.

He is indeed Xian'er's son...

woo woo woo...

The Miao King was filled with sorrow and he cried while giving the young man a big slap.

The boy was blown away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The Miao King was killed.

When the man saw his son being beaten, he could no longer tolerate it, so he immediately stood up and fought to the death with the Miao King.

At this moment, a majestic female voice came from the other end of the village.

"stop!"

The man paused, his raised palm suspended in mid-air.

He turned his head and looked, shocked and aggrieved: "Madam!"

"Husband, Madam...Xian'er is here?"

The Miao King quickly turned his back and hastily tidied up his appearance to make sure that he was still as handsome as ever. Then he turned around and threw his arms towards the other party affectionately:

"Xian'er—oh my god!"

When the Miao King was halfway through his pounce, he was shocked and quickly retreated a full zhang!

"Who are you?"

he asked.

The woman did not answer King Miao, but looked at her husband and son first: "Are you okay?"

The young man lay on the roof, half of his face swollen, and said, "Mother... son... it's okay..."

The man held her hand, stared at King Miao coldly and said, "Madam, I don't know where this madman came from. He broke into our house and attacked me and Shier."

The woman turned towards the Miao King and bowed slightly: "Greetings, King Miao."

The man was taken aback.

King Miao scratched his head: "Do you know me?"

The woman said, "My dear uncle, you tend to forget things, but Feng'er remembers them."

King Miao looked at her incredulously: "You are Feng'er? Little Feng'er? You have grown so big?"

The woman sighed: "Uncle, I am only a few years younger than Sister Zheng'er."

One year, Liu Qingyun went to stay with the Miao King for a while and secretly abducted his cousin who had just turned two years old. That was the first and only time that the Miao King spent time with Xiao Feng'er.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Xiao Feng'er had become my biological son.

The man changed his previous behavior and bowed to the Miao King: "It turns out to be my uncle. I am Xu Yan. I am sorry for offending you just now. Please forgive me, uncle."

King Miao suddenly felt better and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, okay! Just now, your uncle was a little too harsh. Later, your uncle will punish himself with three cups of wine and teach you a set of exercises! Don't take it to heart! That, that's my cousin's grandson?"

The young man waved his hand and greeted him with his swollen face: "Uncle."

The Miao King was embarrassed.

He turned to look at Lu Yuan and said with a serious face: "Stinky boy, why don't you come over and meet your cousin?"

Lu Yuan brought Meng Qianqian forward and gave Liu Fenger the salute as a junior.

"A Yuan has met my aunt."

Liu Feng'er's gentle and calm gaze fell on Lu Yuan's face, and she looked at him carefully: "I'm glad you're back."

After saying that, he looked at Meng Qianqian beside him.

Lu Yuan introduced: "My wife, Meng Xiaojiu."

Meng Qianqian smiled and said, "Xiaojiu has met her aunt."

Liu Feng'er nodded: "It's better looking than the portrait."

Liu Feng'er is as calm as a cloud. She treats everyone the same way, never too enthusiastic, nor too impolite.

"Aunt!"

Tan'er greeted Liu Feng'er in a familiar manner.

Bai Yuwei, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable, as if she was the only outsider in such a big village.

"Little sister."

Meng Qianqian led her over and greeted Liu Fenger and Xu Yan.

Liu Qingyun was sleeping soundly in the carriage. Baoshu was held tightly in her arms, and the little baby struggled.

"Uh ah - need to go out - need to get off the car -"

She was so tired that she stuck out her tongue, her little head drooped, and she was exhausted!

The Miao King's heart and eyes were filled with Xian'er, and he even forgot that his daughter and the little fat boy were still in the carriage: "Ahem, Xiao Feng'er, where is your aunt?"

Liu Feng'er said, "She moved to the back village. This house was given to us. I will take you there."

King Miao made a gesture of refusal: "No, I'll go by myself."

He must see Xian'er first!

Liu Feng'er did not force it and showed King Miao the way.

Fairy!

This time I'm really here!

The Miao King used his lightness skills to go to the rear camp.

Meng Qianqian and her group followed slowly behind.

Night falls and the moon is high in the sky.

Everyone saw a dark shadow flying backwards under the bright moon.

"Ouch——"

It sounds a bit like the Miao King’s voice.

As Meng Qianqian walked, she asked calmly, "How many times has this happened?"

Lu Yuan: “The seventh time.”

"Xian'er - I can still -"

crunch--

The door was pushed open for the eighth time.

Inside the house, the moonlight was like a clear spring or a shark's veil, casting a clear light all over the ground.

The Miao goddess sat alone in front of the window, carefully twisting the mulberry silk in her hands.

Time has given her gray hair, but it cannot take away her inner charm.

She just sat there quietly, and she was as beautiful as a fairy on the wall.

"I told you not to come in."

Her voice, without the slightest sign of ageing, was like the sound of nature, with a hint of charm.

"Grandma, it's me, Ayuan."

Lu Yuan looked at her steadily and spoke with a sore throat.

She paused in twisting the silk.

"I am back."

Lu Yuan had long forgotten what pain was and no longer cried.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a great sense of grievance in his heart, and his eyes were slightly red:

"Grandma, Ayuan's hand hurts so much."