Chapter 27:

When he got up the next day, Cheng Qian almost felt that he was about to die. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yuan lying nervously on his bed, and his eyes seemed to be dead soon.
Cheng Qian ignored him, climbed up and changed his clothes, and staggered up to wash.
Han Yuan, like a big pug who was in trouble, followed Cheng Qian step by step, and finally waited for Cheng Qian to say coldly: "Get out."
Han Yuan slumped and said charmingly: "Little brother ..."
Cheng Qian face looked frosty: "Stop complaining, right? Hurry up! Otherwise I'll go to Master now!"
Han Yuan had no choice but to run away against the roots of the wall.
Cheng Qian wiped the drops of water from his face and had his own considerations in mind. Listening to the meaning of Master, Master already knew from boss Wen that Jiang Peng was also here, so he did n’t have to do it any more, or it would cause Master ’s Be wary, a few of them may not be so easy to stare at Master's tip.
As soon as Cheng Qian stepped out of the small hut where he lived, he saw the big brother expressing his disdain for the broken inn's food in the mountains and rivers, and he was in a grand place under the eyes of a real man, and he let Dao Tong open a small stove.
Han Yuan's little screamer spent a night in shock and didn't see long memories, chattering around his master to express his desire to go out and turn around.
The master said with twists and turns that because the pillow was too hard, the young master fell asleep on the neck and was not suitable to move around.
And he refused to take another step on his own carriage-because the little girl was urinating.
Cheng Qian was very uncomfortable and unhealthy. He got up early in the morning and saw these noisy masters and brothers. He immediately found a place to lose fire and sneered, "You can let the puddle wash the mat for you."
After speaking, he raised his hand and saw that the little puddle girl in the puddle did not know when he climbed into the car of the big brother again, and coldly stuffed a corner of the cushion she urinated yesterday into her mouth, a pair of ignorant big His eyes blinked, and he looked up to reveal a bright smile.
At the same time, as her teeth were not yet aligned, a corner of her mouth could hardly be restrained.
Cheng Qian seemed to be afraid of his brother's heart, and slowly made up a knife: "Look, the sister and sister have washed you and drool."
Yan Zhengming seems to want to die with Xiaoshimei, an unknown breed.
Thatched huts can't be treated, and the carriages can't sit on them. There are about ten thousand miles away from Fuyao Mountain. Yan Zhengming looks up at the sky, and feels that the world is so big that there is no room for him. Ground.
Soon, Master rescued him in one sentence.
Master said, "Let ’s go out and have fun. There is no morning class today. We will stay for another half a day and we will go to Qinglong Island in the afternoon."
Han Yuan cheered and looked at Master eagerly: "Master, I heard that there is another market today."
"Did you just give me a bag of change yesterday?" Mu Chun was very anxious and spoiled for a while, and finally fell under Han Yuan's staring expression, so he had to pull out a purse from his sleeve again, just like a miser. Martyr Martyr said, "Stop it, don't spend it blindly."
Han Yuan was like a birdman flying out of a fan cage. He took the money and happily went to call friends. The big brother took the lead to ignore him and instructed a street boy to find him a place and put several layers of felt on it. Li, who wanted to go, looked back at Cheng Qian, changed his mind in pain, and said, "I'm going to practice sword."
Han Yuan carefully turned to Cheng Qian and nodded his head and said, "Little brother, can I take you to buy some fruit to eat?"
"Take your sister," Cheng Qian said plainly, "you two can play together."
Han Yuan: "..."
In the end, Han Yuan held up Puddle Girl in one hand and scratched his ears in the same place for a while. He felt like he was being ridiculed. Han Yuan had long been used to it, and he didn't mind it at all. He ran away with a puddle.
Wen Ya boarded a debt-collection face, and watched a few apprentices from Mu Chun's real life after a brief exchange, and then evaluated them one after the other. He looked at Yan Zhengming and said, "Lack of training and less training is not a tool. "
Looking at Li Yan again, "The mentality is not strong, it is not a tool."
Facing Cheng Qian, he was succinct and did not even say a reason, but only asserted: "Nothing."
Finally, Han Yuan, Han Yuan was the only one who didn't get the three words "incompetent device" as the evaluation, because the real gentleman asked the real person of Muchun in amazement: "Where did you pick up this thing?"
As for the puddle, she was ignored, given that she is still a "toothless", at best it can only be considered a half person.
After commenting, Wen Ya snorted chicly and noblely, and did not look at the face of Mu Chun's real shadow cloud, and walked away.
In the evening of the same day, the Fuyao faction took the sea boat to Qinglong Island.
Those who ask for immortality are probably all babies , they are divided into three or six or nine, and they also have the heart of comparison.
On the East China Sea port, dozens of large and small ships are lined up. Among them, there are large ships full of carved flowers and gauze tents, as well as small boats that are so shabby that they are about to enter the water.
People like Master, who are not on the stage, are going to be cheap, and soon they stare at a few boats. They only charge five pennies, and they are no longer cost-effective.
There were still some broken bowls and rotten bowls on the boat. It was said that they should be used in case the bottom of the boat leaked water.
This time, Yan Zhengming did not let Master succeed. When Master stepped on the small steps to the dock to prepare for the ship, he had sent Dao Tong to fly around and set the largest, most expensive, and most luxurious ship. And, as soon as he took the lead, he went upright.
For things like getting on the road, Cheng Qian usually stayed at the end in a hurry and walked with the master, because he really didn't want to be associated with any brother or brother.
This time, Cheng Qian, who was with Master, saw for the first time that Master frowned at Master.
Cheng Qian obediently led by Master, glanced at Master frowning, and asked, "What's wrong with Master? Is it too bad for Master?"
"It's really hard to walk without a penny," Mu Chun said. "But it's always something outside of him. Don't worry too much, but he shouldn't be so pretentious."
Cheng Qian first glanced at it, and immediately reacted sensitively, glanced all around—all going to Qinglong Island. In addition to boatmen and fishermen, there were many other schools.
Among these people, there are young people who can't hide their minds. At this time, they are already looking at their swaggering line.
Yan Zhengming swayed and instructed Dao Tong to move his pile of extravagant enjoyment. If no one looks like a practitioner, he looks like a wealthy man, and the whole person has a kind of undulating world.
In this regard, some people scorned their faces, some were quite uncomfortable, and a few people wandering near the cheap boat, all in ragged shirts, staring at Yan Zhengming from afar, wondering what the expression was.
Cheng Qian's hand holding the wooden sword tightened involuntarily, and he suddenly looked up and asked, "Master, when can I get a real sword? Brother like it-I think his broken sword skills are not as good as mine Then. "
Mu Chun looked down at him with a compassionate look: "What are you doing with the sword?"
Cheng Qian's eyes glanced over the unhealthy eyes around him again, and he thought carefully what to say. He was extremely sensitive to hostility, but in the face of hostility, he could only feel relieved when he possessed a weapon.
Although Cheng Qian also felt that the master had a pit in his head, Master said that he should not be too flamboyant to make Cheng Qian harsh, one person ... Is it necessary to live in the eyes of others and obey the will of others?
Is it because of the envy and jealousy of those stupid people that it is against their natural convergent dispositions?
On what basis!
But these thoughts are inconvenient to be told to Master. Master Cheng Qian intuitively felt that Master did not like to listen, but simply avoided it and said lightly, "I think everyone else has it."
Mu Chun said with a real smile: "The sword you practice is different from others. It is easy to hurt yourself by mistake. You have to wait for you to grow up."
Cheng Qian: "..."
He always felt that there was something in Master's words.
The boat was settled, the swagger was swaggered, and Mu Chun had to lead Cheng to sneak up.
The weather was good on that day, the boat traveled thousands of miles, and the sea was calm. Even the Qinglong Island, where the shadows were unremarkable, became clear. The puddle was a little excited, and it was probably the fishy smell in the sea that stimulated her. She didn't stop for a moment. She climbed up and down on Master's dry shoulders and grabbed Master's hair into a bird's nest.
The entourage was very crowded, looking out from the deck, there was a boat on the side of the boat, and I didn't know which school's sword repair was drawing the sword.
On the other side of the boat was an old man with several royal swords. He was probably escorting his juniors. On the way, he might suspect that the ship was going slow. A fat old man like a carrot turned his arms and his huge robe sleeve faced the wind. Then, the two-sleeved sea breeze was swelled, and the sea breezes suddenly. There seemed to be an invisible hand pushing behind the ship, and a gust of wind broke away, and several boats nearby were almost overturned by it.
The ships repaired by the swords also nearly overturned. A middle-aged man with an elder appearance emerged from the crowd. He stood with the epee on the bow of the ship and erected the sword to the side. His face turned red, anyway, he did not let the half-large ship turn over on the spot.
The Fuyao faction, although no one was sitting in the town, was better than the ship, but it just shook slightly, undulating for a moment in the waves, splashing some seawater.
In this way, Cheng Qian found that the people on the several embarrassing boats around looked at their eyes as if they were even wrong.
Cheng Qian grabbed his wooden sword and stood on the side of the ship with no expression. He felt that the practitioners were not as quiet and actionless as Fuyao Mountain, and there were bullies, but the bullied not only did not hate those who started the figurines, but Come to hate to escape.
Cheng Qian suddenly felt boring, and didn't want to see the powers rising from the clouds, and the self-assumed and self-sufficient heart in his chest started to make trouble again. It didn't feel good to go with these people.
So he turned back to the cabin, and in a stormy sway, Ray found a place immovably, picked up a spell and a knife, and started doing his excess homework. I wish I could become a great power the next day.
In addition, he also found a book of swordsmanship from the Jinglou, called the Haichao swordsmanship, which coincided with this trip to the East China Sea. Cheng Qian's Fuyao Wooden Sword has completed the second form. He has just started to learn the third form, and his progress has basically caught up with Li Yan. He has practiced this fast because he is the only disciple among the disciples. The sword shattered the hands.
Compared with Fuyao Wooden Sword, the other swordsmanships seem to be straightforward, far from those dazzling changes. Just as he practiced the Daojian Sword several times, and started to realize a little, Li Yan suddenly broke in.
"Little dive!" He pushed open his door out of breath, "What are you doing here? Come up with me, as if the big devil said by the master is coming!" 2k novel reading network