The night was deep, and the bureaucracy was supervised. Song Changjing returned alone. The young Song salary had already gone to the Mud Lane in the kennel. The man did not insist on it. As a battlefield general for many years, he was still in the blood of the corpse. Being able to make a fuss, so the stocked scorpion, these years have not been so consistent with the identity of Tianhuang, Song Changjing did not think this owed the child. It’s good to be able to return to Datun’s capital alive.

The old management of the department has been waiting at the door and carrying lanterns.

Song Changjing took the lead in crossing the threshold of only one side door and strode forward, saying: "No need to lead the way."

The old manager silently nodded, slowed down, and then quietly left.

This building on Fulu Street is not luxuriously built. It occupies far less land than Lu Li’s two surnames. The former servant of the kiln’s real estate has a hard life, and the big towns are also Did not think how wrong.

However, Song Changjing is not the same. Today’s brother-in-law of the emperor’s emperor has also established the merits of the unfolding of the territory and the top martial arts master of Dongbao Pingzhou.

His arrival is like crossing a river to a small lake. Even if the local snakes can't talk about how to be afraid, anyone who faces Song Changjing will come up with a gesture of respect.

When Song Changjing passed a small yard, he saw that some people still read the lights in the room and read them at night. When they were sitting alone, they were still meticulous when they were alone.

It is a gentleman.

Song Changjing's big sleeves were swaying, and they walked quickly, and the corners of their mouths ridiculed.

In the past, there were teenagers studying in Guanhu Academy, calligraphy and gods, and the name of the dynasty, was called into the palace by the Southern Wei Kingdom, and wrote a script in the side hall. It was a winter snow, a pen can not be frozen, and the emperor ordered more than ten people to serve in the palace. Left and right side of the body, for it.

The matter quickly swept away from Dongbao Pingzhou and was passed down as a beautiful talk.

It’s just that no one is pondering, and the Imperial Palace is banned. This kind of thing, the emperor does not say, the **** does not say, don’t say, how do the people know?

Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing burst into laughter.

Song, who was wearing a plain-clothed shirt, returned to Mud Lane, and the courtyard door was unlocked. After pushing the door open, she saw the prostitute, who was sitting in a chair in the main hall, half-squinting and snoring her head. Once the head has tilted to a certain extent, it will sit immediately and then continue to skew.

It seems that the girl is really tired. Song set salary down, gently swaying her shoulders, softly said: "Children Guiqiu, wake up, hurry back to his house to sleep, be careful."

The sleepy girl squinted and confused: "The son, why come back so late."

Song collected a smile and said: "Going to the bridge over the bridge, the distance is a bit far, so it is late."

When I saw the unfamiliar dress of Song’s salary, I was surprised: “Hey? How did the son change his clothes?”

Song salary is not willing to talk more on this topic, "Don't mention this. After the local county magistrate lends you, how about reading and literacy, do you want me to teach you?"

The girl shook her head: "No."

Song collected his salary back to his house, darkened, took off his robe, kicked off his boots, and touched the bed. The boy whispered: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, it is."

Qiugui returned to his house, turned off the light and went to sleep, and the whole person was shrunk in the bed, giving a slight movement like stealing something and chewing something in his mouth.

In the end, she even had a full blow.

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Liu Yuyang is on the side of the Jianjian shop. Although he has not officially become an apprentice of Master Yan, everyone can see that Master Zhang is very important to this tall boy. Otherwise, he will not personally teach him how to forge a sword. Casting the sword room, not everyone can enter now.

At noon, there was a young man from a porcelain kiln who ran to Liu Yuyang and said that someone was looking for him. He was very eye-catching and said that he was a beautiful woman who looked better than the ladies on Fulu Street and came to Liu Yuyang.

Liu Yuyang's hippie smile followed him, and his mood was suddenly heavy.

Sure enough, next to a well, standing a slender woman, surrounded by many young men who dug wells, work hard.

Liu Xiaoyang is indeed a bandit, as the Xiaofuzi Song salary is ridiculous, but the woman looks good or not, has not read the book, and has no knowledge of it. It really has nothing to do with it. Maybe the tall teenagers don't know, they are generally vague and good-looking. In fact, there is a kind of charm, especially dignified and charming, especially touching.

The word Mei, if it is a solution, this is the meaning of the girl of the thrush.

In front of this lady who does not know her name and roots, her eyebrows are as delicate as a locust, her forehead is awkward, wide and square, and she is full and clean.

Today, she came here alone. There is no such thing as a sinner, and it’s not like a slap in the face. Liu Yuyang is a little relieved.

Only this graceful lady, the face looks good again, Liu Yuyang does not deny that if it is in the past, maybe it will be whistle when it meets on the street, but this does not mean that Liu Yuyang will be tempted, tall and young. The woman, who used to be the niece of Mud Lane, is now and will be.

Liu Yuyang walked to the creek with a beautiful woman, and her voice was firm: "Madam, if you want to convince me and sell you the heirloom, I advise my wife not to open this mouth."

The woman smiled and said: "Don't rush to refuse, let me tell you the stakes, and you will make a decision."

The tall boy's face is the same, so it is easy, in fact, a heart instantly sinks into the bottom.

In the distance, the girl sat on a threshold of a sword room, holding a bowl of rice, white rice piled up the tip of the mountain, towering out the edge of the white bowl, she was gorging, eating the "mountain", and wishing Seeing the braised pork hidden by her, the whole person was filled with the brilliance of happiness, secretly turned back, and turned back to the man sitting at the other end of the threshold, and asked: "Hey, no matter what the foreigner?" ”

The man snorted: "No matter."

The girl in Tsing Yi worried: "He is the young disciple of the mountain here, you are not afraid to walk the road?"

The man said indifferently: "That is the kid is not blessed."

The girl wondered: "Hey, wouldn't it be a pity?"

For example, she saw the delicious and delicate cakes in the shop, and there was no money in her pocket. When she had money, she bought it. The result was accidentally dropped on the ground. It was really a matter of being beaten by the sky.

The man answered the question, "Is the braised pork delicious?"

The girl subconsciously nodded happily, "It's delicious!"

The girl suddenly tightened her body and left her "will." She could only eat one amaranth every day, so she pretended to be like a bowl of white rice and hide the red meat. In order to be able to eat a leeks at night.

The girl turned her head and raised the white bowl high. She was confident and confident: "There is only one piece of cockroaches, and I have no bad rules!"

The man smiled and asked: "So the braised pork hidden in the bottom of the bowl, can't eat, will it be a pity?"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, and the whole person was like a thunder, and her heart was gray.

The man also sprinkled salt on the wounds of his own prostitute. "If you don't ask Liu Yiyang about it, you will close your eyes with one eye."

The girl is snoring and snoring, eating a bit of braised pork in a small mouth, and knowing that she will be diligent and supportive at a glance.

After the man finished his meal, he looked at the woman and the teenager on the side of the creek and said, "This kid will not take care of his life if he doesn't go to the Five Kingdoms in one day. Even if he enters the Five Kingdoms, he will take care of one or two. Once, but there will never be more management, but nothing more than three. There is no way for a good fortune, but people call themselves."

The girl gambles: "Is it for you?!"

The man did not have a good air: "The literati accepts the students, and the martial arts collect the apprentices. They are not the Jianghu gangs. They are not thinking about the disputes with the people in the future. They are clamoring for people to quarrel or fight with others. In the final analysis, In my eyes, teachers and students, teachers and students, is the same person. What's more, Liu Yuyang is not my apprentice."

The girl did not speak.

The man exclaimed: "Stupid niece, just say that this is a big dynasty dynasty, know how many people? More than 20 million households! So many people in the world, so many troubles, can you manage to come over? In the next sixty years, from the hands of Qi Jingchun to take over the town, you don't wander around all day, peace of mind in the sword furnace to cast swords and swords, or else cause trouble, is it still a tube?

Before the man finished speaking, the girl came up with a sentence, "You don't have to take care of you."

In this sentence, she almost slammed the man, and the power was not as weak as the pressure of the bottom of a sword.

The man really wants to knock on the coffin's head of this stupid niece. What can you do?

The man has some mourning.

The girl looked "shocked" and said: "Hey, how do you get a piece of braised pork in the bottom of the bowl? Hey, my share of today is running out, is it for you?"?"

Men don't have to turn their heads to look at them, they can feel the stupid stunts acting, but helplessly: "Forget it, you eat, you will only eat a piece of braised pork today. Remember to hit the iron in the afternoon, don't be lazy."

This time the girl’s gratitude is not false. “Hey, you are so good!”

The man smiled and said: "It’s braised pork."

The girl bowed her head and took a sip of rice, whispering: "Oh, oh."

The man was squinting, and he managed to hold back the smile. He thought about it and thought it was better to have a prostitute.

A voice suddenly sounded in the ear. "Hey, can you eat another piece at night? Two or three pieces, not too much, right? If you don't talk, I will promise it?"

The girl ran away with lightning speed.

In the last sentence, the girl has already gone out of the way, she said.

The man licked his cheek and said to himself: "My family shows food for the day."

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Chen Pingan walked through the street and sent the letter, bought a breakfast, sent it to the Ning girl in the mud bottle lane, and then began to cook the broth.

Ning Yao today wore a brand new dark green robes, clean and neat, she would have been very angry, this body decoration, plus waist long knife, compared to the wealthy children on the other side of Fulu Street Taoye Lane, More expensive.

Ning Yao hesitated a moment. "For the moment, if you really want to study the mountain spectrum, before you learn to fight, you have to do three things first, stand up, walk and sleep, the last thing, More attention is paid to the accumulation of acupoints and the circulation of breath. It is difficult to describe in words. Let's not say it first. Anyway, the first two things, don't need to think too much about the roots of the talent, you honestly follow the pose of the boxing, long time ago If you persist, it will be useful. Even if you can't let you enter the room on the martial arts, it is not impossible to be strong and prolonged."

Chen Pingan said one of his own thoughts, "Is it possible to practice walking in the stream?"

Ning Yao nodded: "Of course. Kneeling, then waist, and finally neck."

Chen Pingan followed her words and asked: "Isn't the whole person in the water at the end?"

Ning Yao sneered: "Why, do you want to practice breathing at the bottom of the water, and then practice a thousand-year-old 80,000-year-old turtle?"

Chen Pingan did not speak.

Ning Yao thought for a moment, "Come, I will show you the pile. Look carefully!"

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping to move the table away, and then walked out six steps forward. The pace was three small and three big. The last step was when she stepped down heavily, and the mud in the whole house seemed to have a dull shock.

The girl is in one go.

It seems to be an understatement, and it implements the flow of water, giving the sandals and teenagers a feeling of unclearness.

As a waterfall falls down, it is natural and meaningful, and it contains tremendous strength. Another example is that the leaves make a spin in the stream, and the round turns to the right, soft and extreme.

All are right, but Chen Pingan only knows it, I don’t know why.

Seeing the look of the young boy, Ning Yao withdrew his position and demonstrated it again.

Ning Yao stood still, turned and asked: "Do you understand? Come and try?"

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and tried it again.

Staggering like a drunken drunkard.

Chen Pingan stood in the same place and scratched his head. Obviously he felt a bit out of his own.

Ning Yao black face, Shen Sheng: "Come again!"

After three times, Chen Pingan has improved slightly, but Ning Yao has been sullen and looks like a heavy rain.

She can't imagine how there would be such a fool as Chen Ping in the world. The martial arts is so savvy, and the talent is so bad!

no way.

Ning Yao is a person who has stood at the very high point of the kendo since childhood. He is born, rooted, talented, and visionary.

Therefore, the girl could not understand at all. At the foot of the mountain, which is a distance of one hundred and eight thousand miles away, how those people climbed step by step, and did not know why those people had to go.

In the end, the girl was really ruthless. She was afraid that she couldn’t help herself. She had to slash and slash people. So she took the opportunity to pat the shoulders of the straw shoes and barely comforted her: "Chen Pingan, reading a hundred times, his righteousness, martial arts The same is true. If you practice tens of thousands of punches, you can't get the taste. Then there are hundreds of thousands, one million! You go to lick your stone, the stupid bird flies first, don't be discouraged, take it slowly, and go over the creek again and again. Practice this pile."

Chen Pingyi thought, this is really the truth.

I used to say a word in Song’s salary, and I’m almost equivalent to Ning’s “Reading a hundred times.” It’s called reading a book, and it’s like a god.

However, the teenager feels more reasonable. It is still not enough for Ning girl to say tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands.

Chen Pingan laughed and ran out of Mud Lane, silently reading three small and three big along the way, according to the memory to imitate the walking posture of Ning Yao.

The sandals and teenagers are in the heart, telling their "truth", after practicing a million times, they may be able to practice boxing.

Therefore, the training of this "Shushan Spectrum" started a million times. After that, he was only qualified to talk about others.

Ning Yao sat alone on the threshold and said to himself: "Why do you feel like you have dug a big hole? Can the guy not climb out?"