The rice was just a bowl of noodles, but the wine was drunk ten times!

Little Heizi was in a public office and had to go back. Ye Zhen allowed Sang Sang to help Ning Que, who was dangling, toward the south of the city and going to the seventy-fourth lane.

Ye Zhenhuai held the steel sword in front and Sang Sang helped Ning Que, who was drunk and unconscious, followed.

"Big ... big master, here ... is there a horse thief ... why is it so messy?"

Ye Zhen looked at the scattered goods in front of Lane 47, and it seemed that the owners of these stalls were walking in a hurry.

The facades on both sides of the street are basically open, and then the faint starlight can see that the house is also a mess.

"Wait!"

As he was walking, Ye Zhen suddenly stopped coming out of the soundtrack, then took a few steps back, looking towards the north of the street, looking up at the tallest facade building on Lane 47.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Sang Sang curiously supported Ning Que, and stretched his head to look at the three-story wooden building.

Ye Zhendao "put this boy in, afterwards ... this is the home of you and Ning Que".

"Oh..."

Sang Sang looked at the building and dragged Ning Que, who was about to die, into the house.

But when I just dragged Ning Que into the room, I suddenly remembered something. I threw Ning Que on the floor and trot to the door, saying, "Master, what is the home of me and second master? This is not your home either. ?"

Ye Zhen smiled slightly and said, "You will live in this building in the future, and I will live next to it. Although we live separately, we are still a family."

Sang Sang ran out, took Ye Zhen's arm, and said, "Master, we ... live in someone else's house like this, okay ...".

Ye Zhen laughed. "I thought you would say you can't bear me, you girl ..."

Sang Sang laughed. "The young master just likes to live alone, but he doesn't really want to leave."

Ye Zhendao "OK, let's go to sleep, Master Ben has his own way to win these two facades."

Having said that, he reached out and patted Sang Sang's head, and entered the house alone, and closed the door directly.

Sang Sang, who wanted to enter the house to help Ye Zhen clean up, touched her nose.

Light a candle, Ye Zhen do it himself, little by little, clean the house.

This small building has only two floors, and the area is very small. It can be said that it is only a room upstairs, a room downstairs, a well in the small courtyard, and a small stove room.

A pot of clear tea is often fragrant.

Ye Zhendao "I did not expect that the original owner of this shop had such good tea."

Yan Mo lifted the pen, and Ye Zhen, holding the pen, seemed to have entered another state.

Seats, tea, small buildings, capitals, and even the world disappeared one by one. In the end, the entire world seemed to have only the pen in its hand and the blank paper in front of it.

Opening his eyes violently, a desolate, vast, lonely, eternal world of the sword only jumped in the candlelight.

The next moment, Ye Zhen moved, wielding his pen like a sword, and spreading the inexplicable charm through his pen and ink.

After a while, Ye Zhen closed his pen. In front of him, the sword on the surface of the white paper that covered the entire table was plain and unremarkable, even lying ugly.

However, Ye Zhen himself was immersed in the sword.

Eyes blurred, I do n’t know how long it took before I put down the ink pen in my hand, picked up the paper, looked at the sword in front of me with satisfaction, and admired "Good sword! Good sword!"

Looking around, this should be a warehouse or something before sitting in the small building, or the warehouse of a study, pen, ink, paper, and even the mounted things.

After some work, Ye Zhen hung on the wall, and there was only one "sword!"

After yawning, Ye Zhen finally glanced at the word "Sword" and nodded with satisfaction. Writing this word seemed to consume a lot of Ye Zhen's mind. At this time, the sleepy eyelids were difficult to lift.

In the early morning the next morning, Ye Zhen got up, opened the door, and looked at the closed door next to him. Ning Que drank so much yesterday. It is estimated that he can't get up today.

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Zhen turned back, came to the backyard, washed the face with a bucket of cold well water, pulled out the steel sword in the sheath, and slowly brushed his fingers over the pattern on the sword.

In my mind, I remembered the insight gained from watching the "sword" last night. Slowly, the whole person entered a wonderful state.

Suddenly! Ye Zhen moved, but Jianzhao changed the previous fierce and fierce lore.

However, the movement is still flowing and extremely ornamental, even if ordinary people watch it, they will be immersed in this nature.

"Oh!"

After a long time, Ye Zhen stabbed with a sword, and the long sword remained motionless like the roots of an old tree, but there was a sound of Jianming in the courtyard.

The next moment, a little bright color hovered over the sword tip. The weeds in front of it seemed to like the light very much, and they leaned towards the sword tip.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Ye Zhen found that he had already moved away from the sword, and began to transform into the realm of sword power, but the sword power was just a transition. As for ... Ye Zhen didn't know.

Maybe you will know it after entering the sword.

"choke"

The steel sword went into the sheath, and Ye Zhen put it on the desk case.

After Ye Zhen hurriedly entered the house, the courtyard was stabbed by Ye Zhen in the direction of a sword, and the grass on the ground suddenly began to wither.

Hurry to grind and lift the pen, only to practice sword, Ye Zhen has a new insight.

"Zi Yan admires the rain, open the umbrella to avoid it. Zi Yan is good, Xunyin rejects it. Zi Yan is happy, and the tenants leave it. Zi Yan is old, and I am afraid ..."

Putting down his hand and holding the ink pen, Ye Zhen suddenly smiled, "Wei Jian loves it."

"Good sword! Good sword!"

While Ye Zhen was lamenting, the sound of admiration suddenly came to his back.

Ye Zhen was shocked. When he was writing, he devoted himself, but he was also wary of the surroundings. "When someone enters the house, I haven't noticed, if this person wants my life ..."

Ye Zhen turned around and looked at the Tsing Yi behind him. The middle-aged man with a somewhat elegant appearance put down his ink pen.

"Sit down!"

Sitting behind the desk case, Ye Zhen made a gesture of please.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, as opposed to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhendao "Looking at the appearance of this street, there will only be two people coming. One is the owner of this street or this shop, and the other is the culprit responsible for all of this. I wonder who is it? "

The middle-aged man smiled with a cracked mouth, showing white teeth, a soft but magnetic voice, saying "what do you think I am?"

Hearing that Ye Zhen put his hand in his arms, took out a gold ingot with a handprint on the table, and said, "This street looks like this ingot, which should be enough for these two shops for a month. The rent has been raised, "and Ye Zhen pushed Yuanbao to the middle-aged.

The middle-aged man did not even look at the Yuanbao in front of him, and laughed, "How do you know that I am the owner of this street, and isn't the little brother wondering why this street looks like this?"

Ye Zhen shook his head slightly and said, "I am not curious. To be honest, I like it very much."

After hearing that, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "I see. I will not rent you a shop now, but ... I can make a bet with your little brother."

Ye Zhen showed curiosity and said, "What gamble?"

Middle-aged humanity "If you and your companion dare to stay in this shop for three days, I will waive your rent for half a year, how?"

On hearing that, Ye Zhen frowned slightly, and some vague memories of this world came to mind again.

Ye Zhendao "What's your name?"

Middle-aged humanity "Chao Xiaoshu, my name is my second brother, and everyone on the rivers and lakes calls me Chunfeng Pavilion."

Hearing the name, Ye Zhen showed a stunned color, and the fuzzy memory became clear instantly.

Chao Xiaoshu saw Ye really look, and wondered, "Why did my little brother hear the name of my old dynasty?"

Ye Zhen shook her head and said, "No, I just think the name ... is cute"

"Because ... I like your name, so if you want, the word" sword "will give you, my name is Ye Zhen."

PS: Bronze feels that the recently written plot is a bit procrastinating. You must know that there are 60 episodes in this TV series! After uploading the manuscript in the next two days, the plot began to speed up. After all, many book friends have never watched Ye Ye. I am afraid that reading these chapters is all confused, and strive to end next week, and then, at the suggestion of the book friend, realistic Write more in the world, and finally ask for a recommendation.