The first one hundred and forty-three chapters

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua’s heavy laughter and Zhang Xiaohua’s quite old-fashioned service, he did not give the silver man the man who drove the car because of the poor man, but wanted the man to drive to Pingyang City. I only doubled my car fare, I was even more delighted, I felt... the little boy in this country...the more mature...

The two carriages have not yet gone, and Li Jinfeng thinks about it again. He pulls Zhang Xiaohua to the side and whispers: "Small flowers... this... there is still one thing!"

Zhang Xiaohua Qidao said: "Li Gongzi, please tell me anything, the poor road is your disciple of teaching, nothing can not be said!"

Li Gongzi's face was reddish. He said: "This is the case. Miss Mei is buried in a foreign land. I thought for a long time. Although her grave is very good, she is still a lonely ghost in their place. They are in the South. The town is also a famous family. In Nanzhao Town, there must be its own cemetery. If... can send Ms. Mei’s coffin back to Nanzhao Town so that she can sleep next to her loved ones, then... isn’t it better?”

Zhang Xiaohua looked at it and looked at Li Jinfeng, who was almost a avatar of justice. He felt that there was a feeling of high mountain elevation. He said: "This is what it should be, I should wait for it!"

"But..." Li Gongzi said: "But I am... shy in the bag, and... Miss Ms.’s coffin has to be sent so far, although it has already entered the autumn, but the climate..."

"Hehe" Zhang Xiaohua smiled: "Li Gongzi has such a mood, can the disciples not be perfect?"

"Disciple?" Li Jinfeng waved his hand and said: "You still claim to be poor, it sounds high, you disciple... I can't believe it!"

"Hey, the disciple still claimed to be poor in the future!" Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile: "Isn't the money in the pocket of the poor road is Li Gongzi's you? Don't think about it, as for Miss Mei's body, but please rest assured. I guarantee that she will not rot for several years!"

"Don't..." Li Jinfeng quickly waved his hand: "That may not be too much. It is not suitable for Miss Mei. If there is any abruptness, let Miss Mei be under the nine springs, you are still guaranteed on this way!"

"Well, you can rest assured!" Zhang Xiaohua said, turned and found the man who drove the car, said the situation, the man is even more happy, where will he care? One is that the door is far away, and there are many cars. Many people are happy, they will not be pushed by the coffin, and they will have a companion when they return.

However, for a long time, the man who drove the car was looking for a man who was about the same age as him. He was also a man who came over the carriage. Of course, these things didn’t have to be handled by Zhang Xiaohua. Qu Zhigao came forward to deal with it. Only when three carriages came out of Fuyang. In the town, when Zhang Xiaohua took the huge eucalyptus from the mountain, the two men were just stunned!

At the same time of horror, the two men are also in the heart of the big, from Fuyang Town to Pingyang City, do not know how many poor mountains and waters, do not know how many thieves will encounter, watching the young master's skills, they can still Not guaranteed to be safe?

The coffin of Mei Qinglian was placed, and the man drove the carriage at the end. Qu Zhi drove the carriage and carried Zhang Xiaohua and Li Jinfeng to the front.

Waiting for the town of Fuyang, seeing Zhang Xiaohua’s heart knot open, Li Jinfeng smiled and asked: “Small flower, how to go out for a few days... Come back to that face? Could it be... Didn’t find the person to find?”

Zhang Xiaohua took back his knowledge from the outside and looked at the scholar who he had met from Guo Zhuangyi. He thought that the scholars could have many advantages as a model, but there was nothing to hide. He said: Of course, people who are looking for are to find out. If they don’t, they will have more people in the world who will be poisoned by them!"

"In this case, 'hand holding a three-footed green front, happy with human enemies', you should be a cool look, why is it a gloomy face?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly: "Li Gongzi, if it is killing... It’s not that you want to be refreshed, but it’s a life. If it’s not a bad thing, I don’t want to slap it!”

"嘿嘿" Li Jinfeng squinted and smiled: "The interlacing is like a mountain. I don't understand you. I just think that I want to be chased by thieves. If I can have half of your martial arts, I will kill them. Fleeing thousands of miles?"

"This is true. With the martial arts, I can do anything right!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded. After thinking about it, he said: "Li Gongzi, you have heard the story of Mo Mou from Mochou Lake." What?"

"Of course!" Li Gongzi said with a smile: "That is the legend of the population since the ages. How can I not know? Not only that, but also many stories, many poems, to commemorate Mo Mou! Why, why suddenly asked This? Could it be... Are you at the Mochou Lake and meet another Mo愁 girl? Oh, I understand, Xiaohua, you have grown up, you can be sleepy!"

Zhang Xiaohua’s face was reddish and he waved his hand and said: “Li Gongzi misunderstood, things are like this!”

Zhang Xiaohua then said that the story of Yue Mingxin was rumored. Li Jinfeng was stunned by the side. The look on his face did not know how wonderful it was. The story of Mo Mou... Li Jinfeng listened a lot. It is exactly what he said, that future generations do not know how many versions of Mo's story are played, and even the stories of Mo's descendants are compiled. The plots in the inner and the story are not known. exciting.

But Li Jinfeng never thought about it, Mo Zhenniu actually... still "live" in the world, and the story of Mo Mou is so simple! Simple, like the transformation of the relationship between men and women in the market, today is a day to abandon...

However, whether it is the real or the Mo愁 girl in the story, the unchanging, is the strong heart of Mo Zhennv, the attachment to love!

"You...the so-called immortality...and also have a negative heart?" Li Jinfeng woke up, the first sentence of the opening was actually this.

Not because Zhang Xiaohua is not sweating: "This... Li Gongzi, the immortal refiner is still a human being, even if there is a great supernatural power, it can be a human being, there must be humanity. Besides... Yang predecessors can not be considered negative. , just...in order to pursue immortality...only..."

"Since... you know that Yang predecessors are also... there are pursuits... Then why do you look gloomy?" Li Jinfeng smiled and looked at Zhang Xiaohua, thinking that he knew Zhang Xiaohua’s thoughts.

"Yes... the rest of the predecessors of the month are spent in loneliness, even before being suppressed by the Xuankong Archmage under the Emei Tower, they still want to leave their minds and fight the damage repair. To leave a trace of the gods, just want to... let the seniors know..."

"Do you know what?" Li Jinfeng asked.

"Yeah, what do you know?" Zhang Xiaohua is also a glimpse: "It seems that he said to the seniors of Yang, she... does not regret the feelings of the seniors of Heyang, nor regret it... What did the seniors do? !"

"Yeah, before the advent of the enemy, there are still such detailed arrangements. The predecessors naturally forgive the predecessors of the Yang, even though she is always blaming the predecessors in her story, there is no forgiveness. But,... can you hear the tone of hatefulness of the predecessors of the month?"

"Where there is hatred, at most, it is awkward!" Zhang Xiaohua suddenly.

"Yeah, although I don't understand why they come so late, but the feelings are there, it doesn't matter whether it is morning or evening. Or later, the seniors thought that the higher pursuits would regret this feeling, but... the predecessors seemed to have reached the end. Understand the pursuit of Yang’s predecessors, have you not seen it? Yang’s predecessors returned Zifeng to the predecessors of the month, but the predecessors did not return Zifeng to Yang’s predecessors. To be honest, it’s estimated that the predecessors of the month were going to find the seniors. I already know this ending, and even she may have already prepared for the fall of Dalin Temple!"

"Oh, I understand." Zhang Xiaohua said with emotion: "When you want to behave in Renren, the predecessors of the month... It’s really infatuated! Only an outsider like Li Gongzi can see it clearly!"

"Yeah, the outsiders look at the people in the game, they are all clear, can they be in the middle of the game?" Li Jinfeng smiled and seemed to think of his own "bureau".

However, Zhang Xiaohua thought again: "But... When Xuankong Archmage suppressed the predecessors of the month, what about the predecessors? Where is he? And... For so long, the Yang predecessors never thought about the predecessors of the month? ”

"You are not him, I am not you, what he thinks, how do you know?" Li Jinfeng said with a smile: "Maybe the yang predecessor got the road and became a fairy. The road he chose has gone through; or he regrets it. However, the predecessors of the month were also suppressed under the Emei Tower. He could not save it! It is better to be sad than to be sad. He will not even go to Mochou Lake, and naturally he will not go to the embroidered building."

"And, people think that people hurt people, that is the pain of heartache, this pain, small flowers, you may not understand!"

"What can I understand?" Zhang Xiaohua’s neck has been, that is to say.

"Then you said, what sad things do you have?" Li Jinfeng seems to be a sinister look.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua has some sayings. He always thinks that happy things are said, and there may not be double happiness. Maybe it is someone else’s jealousy, but sad things, it may not be possible. Only half of the sorrow is left. Maybe it’s the schadenfreude of others. Let’s take a look at Li Jinfeng. I don’t feel a little more trust. I said, “You haven’t gotten your own things, you have to rely on me, I’ll talk to you. Say, can you do anything?"

Li Jinfeng listened, did not anger and laughed, said: "Why should I rely on you for my affairs? This is strange!"

"What's strange!" Zhang Xiaohua said proudly: "Ou Yan is now a disciple of my Beidou school. It is the sister of the poor road. You talk about Qiu Tong... Is it also my Beidou faction? Relatives? If she To marry, don't ask Ou Yan, don't ask me this master, can she marry?"

"Ah?" Li Jinfeng was dumbfounded...

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