Longquan County, the town of Xiejia.

A long-browed teenager with a few books in his hand ran into the yard and said happily: "My ancestors, today I learned a new sword with Master."

Tianjun thanked and nodded, and put down the books in his hands.

When talking with people, even if the juvenile is separated from the younger generations of countless generations, Xie Shi will still be so solemn, never look left and right, absent-minded.

Juveniles still don’t know the meaning of this temperament. They are still thinking about the ancestor’s Taoist Tianjun title, thinking about the great cause of returning home from the south, and immersing in the great joy of Xie’s inevitable rise. The fine details of the class, after all, are young, but not much.

Xie actually took the books and placed them on the stone table, reaching out to signal the youngster to sit down.

After the teenager sat down gently, he asked: "The ancestors, can you get the eye?"

Xie Shi patted the book gently and smiled: "How can I enter? If I go to take the fame, I will test the qualifications."

Although Xie Shi looks plain and simple, it is no different from the town of Zhuangjiahan, but in fact it is a full-page book. I am familiar with the three teaching questions. When I am in Xiejia’s old house, I read in the small courtyard, and my eyebrows are in the daily. When the family shop hits the iron and casts the sword, they will bring a few books from the newly opened bookstore in the town. Xie Shi has long told the long-browed boy that he does not have to stick to the Taoist classics and can buy any books.

Xie Shi suddenly stood up, and the long-browed teenager naturally followed up, and he stood up for a long time.

The teenager was shocked to find his mother, and led a "young priest" to the yard with a smile.

After the woman left, Xie Shi was about to speak, and the lotus crownman who was visited by the door reached out and gestured to sit down.

Lu Shenyi **** sat on the stone bench, using the palm of his hand as a fan, slowly fanning the breeze, as if he was pulling the family, and Xie Shi told him: "When you wait for Baoguanzhou, you will return to the back of Jialuzhou. He Xiaoliang, you look at it more, you don't have to help her, just make sure she doesn't die. Wait for her to stand firm and open the school. At that time, you can add icing on the cake, people or money. , the magic weapon and everything will do, more and better, you two will also count the next good."

Xie Shi got up again and bowed his hand and said: "I will follow the law!"

"You are an old-fashioned temper, it is really unpleasant."

Lu Shen tweeted, turning his head and smiling at the teenager: "Long eyebrows, come and come, give you the same gift."

The long-browed youngsters are trembled with enthusiasm and awe, and they are hurrying to see their ancestors.

Xie Shi nodded and gestured to him to accept the reward.

The monks of the Jade Squats in the Upper Five Kingdoms are actually not too daring to give them alms.

However, when you teach Lu Shen, it is of course good or bad to give people something. There are no fixed numbers.

In the face of blessing, what can be a bad thing for a long-browed boy?

Destined to be the next good thing at the bottom of the world!

This is also considered a great blessing for the teenager.

Lu Shen's wrists are flipped, and the palms are quickly filled with a splendid and colorful pagoda. The brilliance is wonderful.

If you look closely, you can find a small pagoda with a height of half a foot. The number of plaques hanging around is as many as thirty-six.

Xie Shi just sat down, and suddenly got up again, screaming at the teenager: "I still don't want to give thanks!"

This time, the land was not reluctant, and the teenager who embraced the small tower was fascinated and smashed three heads.

Lu Shen smiled and said: "Know that you are a gentle temper, don't worry about your deception. This small tower can suppress all the evil spirits under the Five Realms in the world. It is barely a half-bright soldier. Just remember a little, the naked eye. Visible evil spirits, feminine ghosts, not necessarily the worst, the hearts of people are slightly stunned, more likely to be fascinated."

The teenager is red and red, and sighs: "The younger generation must be remembered!"

Lu Shen is still a lazy gesture. He smiled and said: "In the future, you will become a sword, and since it is a sword repair, you must walk around. When you observe the hearts, you are given this pagoda. Let you not think too much about your body and things, think about some of your own affairs. The Buddha has a saying that it is very interesting from the Han. Right, thank you, remember to help the child find a good point, not to promote the seedlings. Good things, but as elders, too much tricks, not good."

Xie Shi has to get up and lead.

Lu Shenqi laughed: "I believe in a slap in the face, you are still dead!"

Xie really had to sit in the same place.

Lu Shen thought for a moment, silent for a moment, stood up, no smile, and solemnly said: "I will remember to protect Li Xisheng in the future. If there is a problem, the poor road will break the rules on both sides and return to Bai Yujing." Haoran world, only you thank you!"

I have already eaten the praise of the hanging, and it is not a station to sit down at the moment.

Lu Shen took a forehead. "There are some of you who are not open-minded, and it is no wonder that the road to poverty is not good."

Lu Shen raised his head, raised his arm, and flicked the top of the lotus crown, smiling with a smile, whispered: "Hey, hey, seventy, when you are not there, if you are in trouble, please open the door to send you away!"

Xie Shi's face changed slightly, and quickly followed the line of sight of the master, looking up.

With the vast road of his continent, he tried his best and still could only see through the clouds and finally saw a wave in the sky.

Lu Shen flashed away.

In an instant, the "small door" that opened the sky canopy will be closed.

Lu Shen in the three disciples under the ancestral seat, so quietly left the vast world, returning to the world.

Lu Shen left the vast world, almost no movement, but the head of the lotus crown is in the middle of the world, the noise, it is really big.

It is also the dome of the sky, but it has been replaced by Taoism, the world of the world, breaking through a golden mountain cave like a mountain. A golden rainbow light like a mountain crashes down and falls straight on a tall building. After that.

An old scribe with a bamboo stick and a bookcase, walking in the rolling hills of the world, followed by a young boy who just received a book. The thin old man reached out to his forehead and looked up and smiled. Laugh, "It seems that Qi Jingchun is not very angry."

The young curious asked: "Mr. Who is Qi Jingchun?"

The thin old man smiled and said: "It is a scholar in my hometown. I am not very old and very knowledgeable."

The next question for the teenager is a bit childlike. "How high is that?"

The thin old man thought about it, and afterwards he seemed to be somewhat perfunctory. "You don't have a proverb in your hometown. The water is not over the duck."

The teenager said: "It doesn't look too high."

The old man smiled heartily: "The real work of the scholars can not be learned and seek for high and long-term, and the income learned by one can still bring the people together to wading through the mountains. The scholars must let the people have peace of mind and let the people have peace. The land, otherwise one's knowledge is higher, the article is more beautiful, it is useful, but it does not help."

The teenager is helpless: "Sir, I think your reason is quite high."

The thin old man reached for a chestnut in his head and then sighed.

The teenager is bored, and if he has nothing to do, he simply sighs with the old gentleman.

The old man is thinking about his hometown nowadays, it should be the land everywhere.

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After thanking Lu Shen for leaving the world, Xie Shi had to admit that although he was very lost, the whole person’s state of mind was obviously much easier.

Before the land was settled in the town, Xie Shi was actually very embarrassed, lest he could not do it right. If he was not careful, he would be seen by the master of the church and remember it.

Xie Shi gently exhaled a breath, the momentum changed suddenly, standing in the yard, looking at the Wutong Mountain Ferry in the mountains in the west, and soon there will be a huge ferry boat with a crown in the north, there will be a number of people on the top. The famous big man in the first place, the smashing mountain stern was destroyed in the middle of Baojuan. In addition to the squadrons of the smashing mountain, there were several forces that went south together. In nominal terms, they jointly investigated the shipwreck. As for the truth, in addition to the least powerful mountain, the mountain was covered in the drums from the beginning to the end. Xie Shi knew that Daxie Guoshi Cui Wei knew that the two big men on the new ferry were also well aware.

Mr. Jian Wei is the most important piece of chess, a dead man.

Even if it is Beiju Luzhou, there are only a handful of them. It is clear that the top hat of the scattered repair is actually the magic weapon "Swordsman". While helping people to raise the Feijian, it also breeds countless swords. After hundreds of years of accumulation, the swords in the swordsmanship have already gathered together, so the sword of Mr. Jian’s dedication is at the cost of completely destroying the “swords” of the instrument, which is almost equal to a jade. Sword repair's full blow.

It was enough to sink the snoring mountain boat.

All of this is to let Xie Shi go out of the second step in a logical way, let the Taoist Tianjun of Beizhou Luzhou go to the north of the Guanhu Academy and sit in the middle of it, completely cutting off the north and south sides of Baojuzhou. Contact, do not allow Daxie to annex the "big trend" of the entire Baoguanzhou North, there is any accident.

Xie Shi took a picture of the teenager's shoulder and "accompanyed me to a place."

The long-browed teenager went to Yangjiapu with his ancestors, and when he came out, he had a so-called "small thing" and a promise from the old man.

The same is paid by Tian Jun.

When I returned to my home, I thanked the boy about the general context of the shipwreck.

When the teenager saw the dignified face of his ancestors, he curiously asked: "The ancestors, since Baobaozhou is the smallest continent in the world, and the ancestors are the masters of a continent like Luzhou, they still need to worry. What?"

Xie Shi shook his head and smiled: "You think about the world is too simple. In the future, there will be countless people yelling. ' Is this Lu Luzhou bullying my Bao Pingzhou??" Most of these characters will only scream. Looking at the fire across the bank, the younger half will be eager to move. Among the small number of people, there will be a group of people. Because of various reasons and original intentions, they will rush from all directions. This will hide the real masters, such as...somewhat similar The characters of Fengxue Temple Weijin, and this kind of people, will be more and more in the end. But you only need to wait and see, in short, this matter, no matter what kind of situation develops in the future, you are becoming a practicing spirit in the Five Spheres. Don't intervene before, and follow the martial arts with peace of mind."

The long-browed teenager is very worried. He laughs and laughs. "Even if the worst result occurs, it will not happen in a year and a half. What do you worry about?"

The teenager was unhappy and turned to the courtyard door. "My ancestors, I went to practice swordsmanship."

Xie Shi sat alone at the stone table, closed his eyes and raised his mind, silently calculating the general trend of Baojuan.

It was not long before Xie Shi and the youngsters walked out of Yangjiapu. Cao Yu found the medicine shop on the back foot. The guys in the store didn't take it seriously. Now the town is bustling, and the rich people see more, not bad.

Cao Yu smiled and asked Yang's predecessor to live in the backyard. A young buddy was weighing the medicinal herbs on the side of the medicine cabinet. He looked at the bloated Fu Jia Weng and raised the chin at the back door of the lobby hanging the bamboo curtain. Say what. Cao Yudao thanked him and went slowly to the other side. He picked up the curtains, the large courtyard on the square, and the four corridors under the eaves. Compared with Cao’s ancestral home, he had to be a little more arrogant.

Inside the corridor opposite the main building, there is a bench, as if prepared for visitors like Cao Yu.

Opposite the main room, Yang Laotou is sitting on the bench and picking up the dry smoke. The bamboo sticks have already become old and yellow. Through the smoke, the old man looks at the sword fairy who came across the sea from Nanpo Weizhou. When Cao Yu left the town, his age was not small. It was only Cao Yu’s memory of the old man who was hiding behind the pharmacy. He was very faint, but he believed that Yang Laotou was no stranger to him, maybe he would be the same year. Successfully stepping out of Zhuzhudongtian, there are behind-the-scenes arrangements for the elderly.

Of course, Cao Yu is not here to repay her. He has never been a person who reports from the flooding springs. Even if Yang Laotou is looking for a door, Cao Yu may not be willing to take care of it. Yang Laotou is in Zhuzhudong or Longquan County. Face-to-face, but Cao Yu finished this hammer sale, he is going to return to Po, Chau, cheeky and Chen Yin’s ancestors to ask for compensation, Yang Laotou’s identity is mysterious, and the future will be bullish in Dongbao Pingzhou. Take care of him.

As for the Guozhu, who stayed in the upper pillar of the Dalai dynasty, it is a blessing or a curse in the future. Seeing their own creations, before Cao Yu’s departure, the symbolic lining of one or two, as for the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, did not appreciate it. . Cao Yu’s sons and daughters are countless, not to mention the practice of monasticism. They have never been to repair their children and grandchildren, and the chickens and dogs have risen to the sky, just extra color.

Cao Yu’s first question is: “Yang’s predecessors, in the long years of thousands of years, the world’s smallest cave, the smallest person in the sky, the people who walked out from under your eyes, who’s The highest achievement?"

Yang Laotou asked: "Which onion you are?"

Cao Yu raised his wrist and revealed a white and fat wrist. There was a green rope on the top and he laughed. "There is really a 'one onion' here."

Yang old man is not very airy: "There is a fart."

Cao Yu put down his arm and immediately changed his face. He smiled and said: "Yang old predecessors, the younger generation heard that you are fascinating, I don’t know if you can know the place where my mother is. It is dissipated between the heavens and the earth next to the tomb. Or reincarnation? Or... Have you quietly gathered up the old predecessors? In order to wait for the price?!"

Yang Laotou ignores the hidden murder of the words behind the land swordsman, and straightforwardly said: "Do you want to bid to buy it? As long as you can afford the price, don't say your mother, you are jealous, no problem."

Cao Yu laughed loudly, and a man with a finger swallowing the clouds over there, volleyed a few times. "Yang’s seniors are really refreshing, so good! This is finally nothing! Oh, I don’t know the old people. One life, how much is it worth?"

Yang Laotou’s tone is plain: “To do business, welcome. When you meet someone, you don’t want to save money, you’ll get out of the way.”

After Cao Yu heard the words, he narrowed his eyes, his thumb and forefinger gently rubbed up, his hands were like this, and his posture was extremely funny.

Killing the machine.

Yang Laotou is indifferent at all.

Cao Yuran laughed happily. "Buy and sell can be done. I like Cao Yu’s life to do business with people. I just hope that the price of the old predecessors should not be too high. I won’t buy it. Who am I, Yang? The old predecessors may not be very clear. In order to practice, the pro-son and grandson can sell the money. But now it is so wide, developed, and the clothes are returned to the hometown, and there is a little bit of old-fashioned thoughts."

Yang Laotou slowly said: "There is a gimmick, called Li Liu, who went to the north of the city with her mother, and the soul of your parents is now on her. You want to be fair and trade, I will do business with you. To ensure that there is no leak, you must hand it over to you at all times. Of course, you have to repent, you can take advantage of it, and you can turn around now, then what happens in the future, the consequences are conceited."

Cao Yu bitterly said: "All must be full-tailed... Yang old predecessors are too uncomfortable to speak. Well, you can offer the price."

Yang Laotou pointed to Cao Yu’s wrist with a tobacco rod.

Cao Yu was so angry that "Is it awkward? I want Laozi to give this life flying sword to that Li Liu?! Yang Laotou, are you out of heart?"

Yang old man squinted and continued: "You have kept the flying sword before the refining of this big river, keep it, you can give it to Li Liu, remember to even pass it to her with your sword."

Cao Yu’s face is cloudy and uncertain.

Yang Laotou sneered: "Don't feel that you have suffered a loss. You have never received a good apprentice in your life. I will help you find one for free. Maybe when everyone mentions Cao Yu in the future, it will be such a saying. 'Cao Yu, is the master of Li Liu.'"

Cao Yu had a bit of interest and shouted: "Why is that prostitute so powerful?"

Yang old man pulled his mouth and said, "You better find him by yourself. When you hand over the flying sword, I believe that you will be very willing."

"This business, Lao Tzu did! To bet on a big bet, this is in line with my identity as Cao Dajian!"

Cao Yu shot his thigh and lowered his tone slightly. "Besides this? What other trades can you do between me and me?"

Yang Laotou’s tone is indifferent, “Your soul is awkward.”

Cao Yuran, then turned his eyes and said: "Do not talk about talking, don't send me."

Yang old man began to swallow the clouds, "Don't pull down. Then change one. You go to find Zhenwushan Ma Xuanxuan, when his guardian, in the last two decades, don't always stare at you, you Cao Yu just put together Ten years is enough."

Cao Yupi smiled at the meat and said: "A sword fairy who is expected to be in the 12th territory, give a child a guardian?! I Cao Yu is not too concerned about the face, in which the mother-in-law is indeed known for being shameless. But this face is still necessary!"

Yang Laotou Shen Sheng said: "Let Cao Jun cast a large army, smashing the sword heart on the sand field, I can let people secretly protect him for twenty years, until the Jianxin repair is complete."

Cao Yu’s look dignified.

Yang Laotou smiled and said: "Less here is cheaper and sells here. You Cao Yu’s face is more than a land sword fairy. Which one is more valuable?"

Cao Yu’s face is awkward: “Cao Jun’s kid is a white-eyed wolf, let him become a land sword fairy, isn’t he going to rebel? Cao’s family is bullish, one sword and two swords, wherever you can Straight waist is a man, oh no, it should be a god, but my ancestors may have to be settled by the kid in the autumn..."

Yang Laotou simply did not accept this embarrassment and said directly: "After becoming a land swordsman, Cao Jun must promise to do something for me. Rest assured, he will not want him to die. For Cao Jun at that time, it will not It’s too hard.”

Cao Yu was suspicious and asked: "Yang old predecessors, why don't you directly look for Cao Jun? Will there be any calculations during this period? How can we count half of our fellows, fellow villagers, not to mention two? Tears, but you can’t hurt the fellow, isn’t it?”

Yang Laotou straightforwardly said: "Cao Jun is not qualified to talk to me about trading now, you have Cao Yu."

Cao Yu couldn't speak for a long time.

When I finally left Yangjiapu, Cao Yu stood on the street and looked back at the drug shop. She said to herself: "These things, willn't it be counted by Chen Xiao'an, the old guy?"

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Mud alley.

In the middle of the night, a young boy with a rich temperament, sitting in the yard and staying in bed.

The monk of the Yin and Yang family had found him privately before he was killed by the uncle Song Changjing in Beijing. He had some shocking remarks.

The old man even confessed his own conspiracy to the current emperor, let the emperor kneel to practice without authorization, violated the rules established by the Confucian saints, secretly sneaked into the five realms as the emperor, and even reached the tenth level. .

The emperor was to see the Daxu dynasty annexed a continent, and the Yin and Yang family monks were made to make the Dalai Emperor, the father of Song’s salary, a marionette, because the emperor officially closed the sprint. When the border is smashed, it is the moment when the mind is completely lost.

The arrival of Aliang interrupted the Changsheng Emperor’s Changsheng Bridge, and he was very likely to see clues when the Changsheng Bridge was broken. The organs and foreshadowings that were originally hidden in the bridge are likely to have The leak, although the emperor of the Dagu was in the square outside the Baiyu Building, was very well concealed, but the emperor did not think that he also moved his hands on the Song salary.

But no matter what, Aliang’s punch completely disrupted his yin and yang home, and he had a profound layout for decades.

It’s just that it’s not over.

At this moment, Song pays back to those words, and his mood is extremely heavy.

The prostitute, the child, came out with a cloak and asked: "The son, do you have a heart?"

Song’s salary turned and smiled: “It’s just not sleeping.”

Jiugui sighed and moved to the small bench and sat next to Song’s salary.

Song’s salary suddenly proposed: “The moon is rare, the scenery is good, or else, let’s just walk away?”

Juvenile lazy: "Okay. Listen to the son."

Still the two master servants, walked through the streets and alleys of the town together, in the old school where Mr. Qi taught, the stone table in the backyard, Song set out to wipe the cold desktop, sit next time In the north, Zhao Wei sat in the south. I didn’t know why it was arranged. Now, when it’s out of the water, I know that it’s the same. Song’s salary smiled and said: “I don’t know how Zhao Yu’s life is.”

At this point, the child is somewhat silent.

After that, the two continued to walk and walked aimlessly and freely.

Iron lock well, the chain has been taken away by a foreign man, this is the opportunity of the fairy.

The black cat in Xinghua Alley seems to have left the town together with the stupid horse, Huo Xuan.

The bridge was removed and the original stone arch bridge was restored. The old swords under the bridge disappeared.

I heard that the saints are going to be in a mountain, and they are going to be a grand event. It is destined to be a grand event. The Dalai Lama is the top priority in the late spring of this year.

The old-fashioned shop adjacent to the dragon lane, the grass-head shop, all surnamed Chen, this is rare, the town’s surnamed Chen, almost everyone is the servant prostitute of the four surnames and ten families.

The fairy burial mound and the new Wenwu two temples in the old porcelain mountain have been completed, and the ancestors of Yuan Cao and the two ancestors were sacrificed respectively. In the past, the big scorpion Zhongxing Shuangyu was now counted as the roots.

A piece of the picture is taken from everyone's handwriting. Even in the literary world of Nanzhao, the couplets of the handwritten books were sent, and the iron paintings and silver hooks were drawn.

Song's salary was outside the temple of sacrificial saints, and he pulled his lips. "Hah, the wind is so hot."

In the end, the Tianhuanggui, who was born in the Song Dynasty, turned his head and looked at the far west mountain, as if it were the direction of Luoshan.

There is a mountain temple with incredible incense.

The teenager who looked at the lonely mountain, looked stunned and lost some souls.

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The “Great Temple” of Beiyue Zhengshen, which is removed from the Phiyun Mountain, does not say that there is an ordinary mountain temple in the west of the mountain. The most popular incense is the windy mountain in the north. Because it is close to Longquan County, the Shinto is the most open. It is wide and flat, convenient for entering the mountain, the samovar pub along the road, and the large and small inn for the devout men and women to sneak out.

There is a market at the foot of the mountain, selling all kinds of tea, wine, pasta, flowers, birds, fish and insects, so much that many children in the town, when they heard that they want to go there to burn incense, they are very happy, not much worse than the New Year, because There are patties that are freshly baked, and the old man who is pinching the noodles. Many children receive the New Year’s money in the New Year, and they secretly go together and go there to have a good time. As soon as they return home, most of them are married. Pick up a meal.

A teenager named Dong Shuijing put a stall over there and only sold it.

Shrimp, spring bamboo shoots, dried beans, all have a very flavor, and finally sprinkle a chopped green onion, plus a small dish of chili sauce made by the teenager, that taste is absolutely perfect.

The teenager used to study in the new school of Chenshi of Longweixi, but I don’t know why, even if I don’t need to spend money, the teenager still retired. He will sell one of the two old houses in the town, and buy a brand new big house in the New County, just a few miles away from Fengliangshan.

The stalls are open from early morning to dusk. There is no punctuality. As long as there are guests, the weather is late, and the teenager will wait for the guests to finish eating slowly before they clean up the stalls and return the cart. There is no night ban in the county town. There are dusty and lively scenes everywhere. If you are in the mountain temple at the foot of the windy mountain, look at the county town at night, just like a big lantern resting on the earth.

The night fell, the tall young Dongshuijing, has begun to pack up and prepare to go home.

I didn't want to come from afar, a strange man, not a sword, not a sword, but a cross sword behind him, walked to the stall, and asked: "The store, still sell?"

Dong Shuijing grinned and said: "Sell! Why not sell! Just have to boil water, guests have to wait a little longer."

The man smiled and sat at the table, wiped clean, no greasy stains, homemade bamboo tube on the table, filled with slender green bamboo chopsticks, it was still a small handy.

The man waited for a large bowl of hot clams, and the chopped green onion on the red soup was very attractive. Dong Shuijing asked if he could eat spicy food. The man said that the more spicy the better, the young man gave him a full Saucer sauce, the man took out a pair of chopsticks, did not hurry to chopsticks, bowed his head, closed his eyes and smelled the smell, shouted: "This smell, right!"

The man asked casually: "Do you know the Mohist?"

Dong Shuijing, who is not far away, nodded: "Of course, the former gentleman said that the Mohist family was once one of the four major schools of study. The highly respected scholarship is very remarkable. It is hard to know that it is difficult to do it. It is a test of the psychology of the disciples of the school. It is easier to drill the horns, and the gentleman said that it is... lovely."

Speaking of this, Dong Shuijing scratched his head and smiled. "It is what my family said."

The man chewed a cockroach and nodded hard: "It’s really good."

He asked again: "Have you ever heard of the sickle in the ink ranger? The swearing swearing, the sword of the sword."

Dong Shuijing looked blank and shook his head gently.

This Mr. Qi really did not say.

The man put down the chopsticks, patted his belly, and exhaled a breath, very pleasant, and then smiled: "Would you like to be a sickle?"

Dong Shuijing’s eyes were condensed, and he quickly returned to normal. He smiled and shook his head. “It’s good to sell ,, to make money, and to be stable.”

At the beginning, Li Baobo, Lin Shouyi, Li Wei, Shi Chunjia, five disciples and disciples, together with the real identity of the big squad, the driver of the squad, deceived the group, although it was Li Baobo and others who made suggestions and leaked the vacancies. Lin Shouyi, but in fact, any one person, as long as he reveals the slightest footsteps, will give up all his efforts, so he eventually became the five children of Qi Jingchun’s rumored disciples. None of them is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Just like Dong Shuijing, at this age, I know that I found a girl, let her sell the old house in a small price, and then quickly go to the county to buy a big house, not a whole, but a whole street!

The big money that falls in the sky has its way of spending money, and money can make money.

The small money to support the family should also have its way of earning money. If you don’t spend money, you are earning money. The two do not conflict.

"You don't have to answer me urgently."

The man waved his hand and smiled. "As for why I chose you, Dong Shuijing, I have been observing you for a long time. I can't talk about the best in all aspects, but there is no problem. This is enough."

Dong Shuijing said helplessly: "Are you?"

The man did not have a Tibetan mastiff and opened the door to see the mountain road: "My name is Xu Wei, the son of Mo, from the Middle-earth Shenzhou, I am certainly not a sickle. But I have a very good friend. I want him to promise him before he dies. A suitable disciple inherits the robes. He is the ancestor of the generation of Scythes of the Mohist family. He is a very powerful guy. He once had a lot of drinks with Aliang, and the money was paid by him. Aliang traveled in Zhongtu Shenzhou. When I signed the **** debt, he still helped pay off."

"Who is Aliang?"

"The son of your husband's husband is the opposite son."

"What?!"

Dong Shuijing is blind, what is this with?

The man stood up. "I will come back next time, you should ponder."

Dong Shuijing suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

The man smiled and said: "The money in this bowl is owed first. Maybe you promised to be a sickle..."

Dong Shuijing insisted: "Where is this, as long as it is to do business, it is necessary to settle the account with the brothers."

The man nodded and pulled out a few coins. "Haha, it’s like a sickleman."

As the sun sets, the weak will grow away.

Dong Shuijing sat in the same place, watching the Mojia Ranger go far, raised his arm and wiped his forehead sweat.

The reason why I am brave enough to ask for a few copper coins is not a rib of Dongshuijing. It is a kind of temperament that is full of the atmosphere of the city.

Dong Shuijing was sitting at the table silently, and stayed still. There was no ecstasy in the sky, but it was a bit stunned.

Teenagers don't really like this feeling.

His ambition is actually not big, he thought about making money in the future, and he was well-fed. In the house where he lived, there was a well that was able to drown, and a willow tree was planted next to it. Every spring, spit out the buds, the wind. A blow, the wicker will sway, very... cute.