Although I don’t need to go relatives, I can stay in the cold and clear mountains on the lonely mountain. It’s not a thing, so Chen Pingan took the two little guys out of the mountains and returned to the bustling town, which has been so busy that Huang Tingguo Any county town, just the iron lock well without the iron lock, the old street without the old banyan tree, the lack of Mr. Qi’s school, the popularity is prosperous, the taste of the year is still enough, still let Chen Ping feel some loss. .

Near the alley, Tsing Yi children complained: "Master, if you go to the mud bottle lane, the road will also give me a sinister look at the evil, that kind of kind of fist can kill me, not my words, I will be able to It’s really no longer going back to the old house! I won’t blame me for not being loyal.”

As a result, I just walked to the alley of Mujia Lane. Chen Ping saw a familiar figure, slender and delicate, like a tender wicker in the spring breeze. Her hands were carrying a bucket. It should be the well of the side of Xinghua Lane. Back, a little hard work, simply fell off the bucket, then the girl bent over and gasped over there, the bucket fell heavily, splashing a lot of water, but the girl did not care about this point.

The prostitute of Song’s salary, Jiugui, or Wang Zhu.

The only thing that became a prostitute is that he is still a neighbor's Song salary, and Chen Ping does not blame the girl, because the book says that the good birds choose to live.

On the night of the wind and snow, the girl fell into the snow, rushing to the end of her strength, reaching out and gently slamming the threshold.

It is Chen Ping’s own business to save and save people. Whether someone else knows how to report is a matter of others.

Just reuniting again, much faster than I thought, Chen Ping’s mood is complicated.

I am also seeing Chen Pingan, wiping the sweat of his forehead with his back, looking at Chen Pingan, sandals or sandals, just don’t worry about it, he seems to be a little taller, no longer alone, walking alone. There are two small oil bottles around.

The girl did not speak.

Chen Pinggang just wants to say hello, and finds that Tsing Yi’s child is holding his arm hard and no longer let him go forward, not only him, the girl in the pink dress hides behind him, grabs his sleeve, two little guys. The teeth trembled and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

It is like a timid, ordinary man, and his life is most afraid of ghosts, and then he will be a ghost.

Tsing Yi children's hearts remorse, can not wait to give yourself a big mouth, let you crow mouth!

The girl in the pink skirt whispered behind Chen Ping’s voice: "Master, I am afraid, afraid of death."

Chen Pingan sighed. "Then you go to the town to go around. For example, we are in the shop on the side of Long Lane. You help me to look at the business. I will look back at you."

The two little guys fled and fled.

Chen Pingan went to the mud bottle lane alone. Like the same situation for many years, the teenager helped the girl pick up the bucket and walked into the alley together.

Jiao Gui asked: "The two guys, is your new book boy?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Do you think I am a man who is a master? They are shouting and playing."

Jiugui sighed.

When Cao's ancestral home was opened, the courtyard door opened wide, and the old Cao Yu smashed the seeds at the door. The small Cao Jun was on the wall, still licking the seeds.

Obviously, watching the fun together.

Cao Yu smiled and said: "Small grandma, this is your little lover? In the morning, I will marry me and me, so that I and Cao Jun are envious of the two great masters."

Cao Jun, who likes to look at people with a wink, still smiles. He hangs his long swords at his waist and nods his head: "Envious, envious."

Jungiyak coldly said: "The upper beam is not right under the beam! No wonder the ancestral home will collapse."

The land of Jiannan in the south of Weiyang, a half-owner of Zhenhai Tower, Cao Yu was not annoyed at all, but smiled more. "The little grandmother learned the right thing, just don't know why it has been so many years, let's go to Cao's home." The incense villain, why not one, it is reasonable to say that I am mixed up in the mother-in-law of Buddhism. How can this be the scene of the glory of the door and the glow of the night, so that I fell into such a field in my home?"

In the footsteps of the child, he turned his head and looked at Cao Yu. The smile was innocent and innocent. "Hey, you can't forgive yourself. You can't live without it. It's hard to have someone who eats your family's incense villain. Then, town. The law is banned. I want to rely on the family ancestors to raise a sweet little man. It’s harder than going to heaven. Maybe you have never had a sweet little man in Cao’s family. Right?”

Cao Yu laughed happily. "There is reason to make sense. Grandma's grandmother walks slowly, the alley is worn out, and she is careful not to stumble."

Childish back to the old bastard, his face was gloomy.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Pingan said nothing.

Cao Junxiao asked: "Lao Cao, what happened? In the side of Pau Chau, with your achievements, the number of incense villains can be **** on the threshold and the plaque?"

Cao Yu did not think that: "Zhuzhudong is very difficult to get out of the incense. It is one thing. She didn't lie, but with the achievements of me and Xie Shi, there should still be one or two, such as the thank you at Taoye Lane. Home, relying on a pair of incense villains to maintain the family style for hundreds of years, barely saved the incense sticks, or else as long as the broken house of our family, people are dead."

Cao Jun shouted: "Isn't that toss the girl? Then you are so kind and angry? You shouldn't want to sleep with her?"

A fiery red fox jumped from the roof to Cao Jun’s head and laughed and said: “Sleeping her? Lao Cao has this courage. The girl is now a high-profile presence, giving Lao Cao a higher level. He dare not She has a lot of hair and feet, and she has a few mouths and flowers, and the silver gun wax head is invisible."

Cao Yu turned his head and smiled: "Going away, a fox-smelling, it prevents me from breathing the breath of my hometown."

The fox standing on the top of Cao Jun’s head stretched out a paw and pointed to his sole. He did not forget to slap his feet. “Come here, have the skill to sacrifice the sword on the wrist, cut it to me, Cao Yu, you don’t cut it. It’s my grandson. You just cut to death, if I hide, I am your granddaughter!”

Cao Jun shook his head and did not throw the fox out. He said: "You two are arrogant, can you not be tired of me. To be fair, Lao Cao is only the thirty-eighth room." However, if you can't stand this bad smell, just peel off her skin bag and use it as your new clothes. You don't have to do this kind of thing. You should be familiar with it, and you will be mad at me."

The flaming red fox smiled and said: "The old **** likes to lick the big buttocks. It’s really disgusting to grow up for so many years."

Cao Yu re-sitting on the door and licking the seeds. "I don't want to buy it. I am right. Sao, mother, please buy melon seeds for the New Year."

Slamming.

The flaming red fox smashed up on the top of Cao Jun, and then appeared on the roof, but it exploded again in an instant. So repeatedly, from the ridge of Cao's old house to the next door, all the way extended until it left Mujiaxiang. The fiery red fox did not suffer, and a pair of eyes faintly dizzy, biting his teeth and sitting cross-legged on a tilt, it began to breathe.

Cao Yu had no seeds, and clapped his hands and stood up. He walked back to the yard and told Cao Jun: "There has been no recent defamation. The Dalai dynasty is now a battleground, not as simple as you think."

Cao Jun lazily said: "Know it."

"'Got it'?"

Cao Yu bitterly chewed the word, and finally sneered: "These three words, you are qualified to export."

Cao Jun cynical said: "Know it."

Cao Yu strode into the house and hated: "The waste of Jiujing!"

Cao Jun looks calm.

Chen Pingan went to the door of the next door and handed the bucket back to the girl. He asked casually: "The Song salary has not come back?"

She replied, "What about the hens and chickens in my house?"

Chen Pingan said with a blank face: "I don't know."

The girl looked at the teenager carefully. She suddenly smiled and stopped at the bottom, but she extended **** and made a stroke. "Now Song is so much higher than you."

Chen Pingan snorted and turned and walked back to his yard.

Chen Pinggang just opened the lock and entered the yard. When he was cold, he saw the word "Fu" above the door of his house. He was out of the air and was furious. He said that he went straight to the wall. "Xiao Gui, my family is in the blessing." where?!"

Then he smiled extremely, and the original blessing was placed on the door next door.

This thief is really daring.

The girl put the bucket on the side of the stove and walked out. She looked innocent: "I don't know."

The answer given before Chen Ping’s is exactly the same.

Chen Pingan angered: "Give me back!"

I am very open-minded, "I still deliberately left the wooden man in the stove. You obviously moved, I didn't say anything about you."

Chen Pingan suddenly became dumb, and it is indeed a bit of a loss.

Juegui suddenly asked: "Qi Jing... Mr. Qi is learning over there, are you posting Spring Festival couplets?"

Chen Pingan stunned and nodded. "Paste, the Spring Festival and the blessings have not fallen."

Chen Pingan is not willing to continue to entangle with her, go directly to the house and take out only one remaining blessing, and put a new blessing on his ladder.

The girl stood on the wall and reminded me: "Oh."

Chen Pingan was unmoved, using his fingers to gently tamper with red paper and paste.

The girl anxiously said: "Really, lie to you what to do. You Chen Ping, how do you not know how to be good, if the blessing is posted, it is unlucky."

Chen Pingan stepped down the ladder and looked up and decided that there was nothing wrong with it.

The girl is still lingering: "I am really embarrassed. I don't believe you let Cao Yu see them in the practice. I know that I have not lied to you. You are the naked eye, and your eyesight is no better than ours."

Chen Pingan walked into the house and slammed the door shut.

After about a scent of incense, the young man opened his door with a slap in the face, silently crossed the threshold, widened his eyes, and stared at the blessing.

Nothing.

The child of the sacred **** opened the door and found his head. He said with a slap in the face: "I am really embarrassed."

Chen Pingan had some grievances and took a bench and sunbathed at the door. After a while, she began to practice drawing.

Juegui stood on the side of the courtyard wall and looked at the teenager who was no longer burning porcelain. After watching it for a while, she felt a little bored and went back to her house to sleep.

She lay in bed, swallowed and swallowed, and in the threshold of Cao's ancestral home, only a sweet little man was born. The appearance was very high, and the golden color was only a little bit smashed. It was only enough for her to sew her teeth. of.

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Next door, Chen is familiar with the practice of casting, and his heart is as calm as water.

At the time of rest, Chen Pingan began to plan his future. Baodi Mountain, Caiyun Peak and Xiancao Mountain were all near the foot of the mountain, because according to the agreement, they would have been rented for free, and one piece would be a help. He occupied the largest piece of vast land in the west. For this reason, he needed to help Chen Ping to look at the five hills, so that Chen Ping’s life had no money and no money. For this matter, Chen Ping was grateful to him.

Zhenzhushan does not say it, then a big place, it is difficult for a clever woman to be without rice, let alone create a hole in the heavens, and support the death is to build a hut on the upper side, it is estimated that only Chen Ping is willing to squander a gold coin.

However, the operation of Lonely Mountain really needs to be taken care of.

The bamboo building is unusual, and Chen Ping is well aware. There are also mountain temples in Luoshen Mountain to help the landscape, it is a real treasure, and there is also a black snake aiming to walk into the river, playing the role of the nursing home, now there are two more dragons Little guy, so he would think of using ordinary snake gallstones to exchange silver with Tsing Yi children, not to let Luoshan become a cornucopia, so that in the future, there will be some hope to supplement the family.

Chen Pingan loves money because he knows that it is not easy to make money at a young age. It does not mean that Chen Ping’s money will be saved after he has money.

Sword, to practice, but before determining how to practice the sword, it is useless to worry.

Of course, Lushan Boxing must continue to work harder and harder. After all, it is still early to say that a million yuan is good.

The character of painting, because it is equal to another way of martial arts practice, the former focuses on physical forging, the latter tends to internal tempering of Qifu acupoints, the two sides do not conflict, but it is a good thing that complements each other, Chen Ping is nothing more than Part of the time to walk the pile, the allocation to the symbol, but the drawing requires the paper, the paper is the real gold, which makes Chen Ping inevitably a little guilty.

After all, the money is still earned less.

In addition to these, Chen Pingan’s biggest regret in his heart is that he is temporarily unable to control the square-shaped object that Jianling gave. Although it is safe to put most of his family’s bottom in the blacksmith’s shop, it is inconvenient after all. Cui Dongshan and Tsing Yi’s children’s feet Things and squares, let Chen Pingjian see the precious and practical of such treasures, it is no wonder that the gods on the mountain are not everyone.

Chen Pingan looked to the south and did not know how the master of the sword was.

I promised to pass Ning girl, to help her create a weapon of the gods.

If the casting is successful one day, she will have a hand-sworded sword, and he himself has a sapling sword.

Chen Pingan feels that they are called "Demon" and "Demon", which is very good.

Adding that sword embryo, although Wen Sheng said that it is called "Little Xiaodu", Chen Pingan feels that it is more appropriate to change its name to "first day" or "morning". After all, it is the morning of the first day of the first month. For the first time, I came to this world with a flying sword.

When Chen Ping’s mind gave birth to such a thought, the sword embryo that had been quiet for a long time was in the air, and immediately began to make waves.

Chen Ping-an suddenly became flushed and began to suffer.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and couldn't wait to go to the house. She had to respond to the sword embryo with the sword stove.

Miserable.

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From the nearest station to the town, Cui Wei, the national teacher of the Dalai dynasty, has been staying here for a long time. He has neither publicized nor deliberately concealed his whereabouts.

Today, the national teacher walked out of the station, not letting the swordsman weakly follow, and traveled alone.

Every step of Cui Wei took a step outside the road of Sansili. Finally, he stood in the middle of a small intestine path and stopped a ragged old man.

The embarrassed barefoot old man, who is obsessed with the sorrowful sorrow of the Confucian trousers, has a gaze and is still not awake. The old man just asked a strange question with the only remaining consonance. "You are not me." Grandson, my grandson?"

Cui Wei’s eyes are complicated and his words are stopped.

The old man covered in grassy soil continued to ask: "My grandson, I don't want to see you, I want to see my grandson."

After Cui Wei’s hands were negative, the fingers were interlaced and shivered slightly.

The unclear barefoot old man suddenly shouted: "Where is my grandson?! Where did you hide him? Return the nephew to me!"

Having said that, the momentum of the old man suddenly fell to the bottom, muttering: "I want to change my name to a grandson, change a better name..."

Cui Wei looked sad and self-deprecating: "If you are separated from the world, it is not awkward, it is clear."

The dilapidated old man reached out and pushed Cui Yu's shoulder and walked straight ahead. "You let it go, don't delay me looking for a child, I want to find him, ask him my new name, in the end." ”

Cui Wei stood in the same place and did not stop.

Cui Wei looked into the distance, and there was a middle-aged monk with a resolute face, slowly coming.

The ascetic monk measured the heavens and the earth with both feet, and was a Buddhist monk.