Chapter 82: Fan outside the year, the lights are going to return (1)

Jiang searched for the rice bowl in front of him, could not help but sigh silently, slowly removed the chopsticks on the bowl, cautiously, and turned a blind eye at the table, his heart said: "Shi Zong out, The old lady started again, neuropathy."
August 15th, coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, is also the legendary 16 years ago, when the immortal master took him back, so it is also counted as the birthday of Jiang Xunyi. Before the immortal teacher, he only said that he had to travel down the mountain, and he did not explain the specific whereabouts. He hurried away. He has not returned yet. The two elders have been retired and do not deal with the younger generation of disciples. When everyone ate together, the celebration of the holiday season fell on the self-cleaning people.
Everyone knows that Zihui people do not like Jiang. Although the reason is not inspected, but as long as Jiang searched for it, he would not be able to follow the principle of "no mistakes to make mistakes and penalties", and he would find a way to learn from Jiang. But it is not beaten. The partiality of the river was reluctant to find a character. After being punished, he refused to admit his mistakes and was unwilling to complain. In addition, the self-revolutionary person was originally his elder, and even if he was punished, he could not be taken care of, so there was no bad luck.
Shizun is not on the mountain, even the woods and rivers in the desert know that this period is a high-risk period of self-cleaning rabies, and also with mental stress, this time has not officially opened, he sat next to Jiang search, met the brother The action immediately touched him with his elbow and lowered his voice: "What?"
Jiang Xunyi used the squat to point to the bowl in front of him: "There is nothing to find another thing. If this bowl is not someone deliberately placed here, I will eat the table today."
He did not say that Jiang Molou had not paid attention to it. He was surprised when he read it carefully. He said with anger: "The sacrifice bowl?"
The Sacrifice Bowl was originally dedicated to the condensed incense before the dynasty in the past, each one, the bottom of the bowl engraved with all the achievements of the head before the life, polished with the red stone in the extreme south, precious and incomparable I don’t know who is going to come out and I’m going to steal it and use it for Jiang’s job. And he dared to rely on his years of experience to affirm, not what was added to the meal, what is the hand and foot on the bowl.
All is a routine.
Jiang Xunyi said: "Yes, you are not mistaken, don't make your eyes so big. Mo Lou, I advise you to sit still away from me, lest you be hurt."
Jiang Molou’s brows were wrinkled, and he ignored the words of Jiang’s search. Instead, he whispered with a little anger:
When the Master wants to go out, I don’t know when it’s going on. It’s not like this...

He hasn't finished talking yet, since the Huishang people have already come in, the disciples havetened up and greeted each other, Jiang searched and followed up, and there was no respect between the look, looking bored at the ground.
He is not a suffocate, but the self-revolution is his uncle, and the elders educate the juniors. Of course, Jiang Zhiyi wants to be completely rebellious. The only way is to renege the sect. However, I don’t say that the immortal teacher has had more than ten years of parenting, and Jiang Xunyi’s feelings for the Lingyin are very deep. If he does not do this, even if he is positioned according to the role of the plot, he is indeed a small experience. The dark state of mind is distorted. When you grow up, you hate the villains of the protagonist. These things have to be experienced.
Other books are sold by the protagonist. "Clouds from the Sky" is a different way to divide the bitter line and the cool point into two. Take him a villain to abuse it. Yun Xia is only responsible for the cool, but also wonderful. It is.
After the ceremony, they have been seated. When Jiang Zhiyi saw the bowl, he already knew that Zihui was definitely going to do things. He couldn’t hide, but he was not low-key. He held the hand on the table and used the chopsticks head carelessly. I took the soup and painted beautiful women on the table, and I was particularly eye-catching among the disciples who used the rice.
The emperor was not in a hurry, and the Jiang Molou was only fifteen at that time. He looked at him with a broken can of a broken jar. He worried about it first. Where can he still eat? Indiscriminately poked a few bowls of rice with chopsticks, and sneaked a glimpse of Hui Hui, and carefully touched the knees of the river with his legs underneath.
Jiang searched for his feet and smashed his legs back.
Jiang Molou: "..."
Fortunately, his life status is often switched between the two modes of "exciting anger by Jiang" and "angry is still inexplicable and willing to temper him", and he is used to it.
Since the wisdom of the people, "Jiang is looking for, others are eating down, what are you doing?"
Jiang Xunyi said: "I am not hungry today when I return to Shishu."
Since the eyebrows were slightly picked, Huang Yan had already pretending to be surprised: "Hey? Brother, what bowl are you using, why is it not the same as ours?"
Jiang searched his chest and leaned against the back of the chair, lazily said: "Yellow Master, I think you are in the wrong line. If your swordsmanship has half of your ability to see the wind, it will not even be until now. I haven't learned it. The brothers suggested that you don't practice in Lingyin. It's better to go to the restaurant and have a future."
Since Hui slammed the table, the cups in front of the people in the circle of shaking shook and angered: "Let's go! Jiang seeks, you are a man of cultivation, and as the chief disciple, dare to publicly In front of the younger brother, what kind of language is it?
The good Mid-Autumn Festival was so ugly, and no one can eat it. The disciples did not dare to openly watch, they had to bury their heads in the bowl of rice, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. Among them, there were no disciples who had to pay close to the river, but this was not twice, who I know that Zihui is on the anger, the more I interject, the more I am getting worse. I am afraid that even Jiang’s search for punishment will be heavier, so no one has said much.
Then in a silence, the subtle cracking sound became clear. Under the eyes of the public, the bowl in front of Jiang Zhiyi was broken into several petals.
Jiang Xunyi looked at the bowl with a boring look, and couldn't even surprise the color of surprise.
Huang Yan’s acting is very exaggerated:
Is this bowl not the bowl of the Emperor’s ancestor?! Master, you actually broke it!

Jiang Molou Huo Ran got angry and said: "Huang Yan, you have to breathe blood! The bowl is obviously..."
This silly boy with a rib, usually holding a tall, cold and handsome face can still maintain a mysterious temperament. Every time he encounters Jiang’s intentions, he must be anxious, and suddenly reveals the true color of the bear. I want to say the following sentence: "The bowl is clearly broken from the uncle of Hui Shi". Fortunately, Jiang searched for an eye-opener, and he returned him to his seat and interrupted the latter half.
Jiang Xunyi held the hand of Jiang Molou's shoulder and forced him to suppress him. His eyes didn't look at him. Instead, he smiled lazily at Huangyan. "Self-rehabilitation is just a 'light' shot. It is clear that the bowls of others are all right. Why is it that the one who is partial to me is broken? It is obvious that I broke it before but did not dare to speak. It was discovered at this time, isn’t it?

Huang Yan: "..." lines were robbed.
Jiang sneaked at him with disdain. Under the cover of the sleeves, he secretly pinched the shoulders of Jiang Molou as a comforter. He got up from his seat and turned away.
Since the Hui people shouted: "Come back! Do you have any rules? What do you want to do?"
Jiang searched: "I hit the bowl, I am guilty, I am sorry for the martial art, I am sorry for my ancestors, I went to the ancestral hall."
Since the wisdom of the people: "You are back."
Jiang Xunyi’s heart was extremely impatient with her, but there was no way to go back slowly.
Since the wisdom of the people: "Come to me."
Jiang sought to go and stand in front of her. He was originally tall, and with his own wisdom, he was sitting, and he was getting shorter and shorter. Jiang searched for her thoughtfully, and suddenly there was a junior high school basketball hitting the office glass, facing The sensation of the old lady in the teaching office, all of a sudden out of God, actually a little want to laugh, and quickly licked his mouth.
In fact, Jiang Zhiyi’s straightforward direct view of the elders is already rude, but with his three-pointed smile, the self-recovering person has no way to look down, and after subconsciously dodging, he has stabilized his mind. The voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning: "I have no order, what are you swearing? Then, read your first crime, now I will recognize it wrong."
Jiang seeks to raise his eyebrows: "The broken piece is the bowl of the ancestor of the ancestors. Why do I have to admit my mistakes with my uncle? Forgive the disciples, they are blunt, and some are puzzled."
Since Huidao: "You look at me."
Jiang Xunyi had already moved his eyes and was said by her. He looked down and looked back. He only felt that the face of Huihui was a bit red, and it was estimated to be angry. Others are still a nose and two eyes. Nothing special, I really don't know what to see.
Since the wisdom of the scattered people reprimanded: "You are optimistic, and now the brother is not here, I am the person who is in charge of this clue. Jiang searched, I know that you are high since the small name, but do not let anyone In the eyes. No matter who is right or wrong, you only need to know that the person who controls your life is me. Of course, you have to kneel down and admit it to me. I have never used you to be proud of this. It's broken - now you are swearing in front of me to admit your mistakes. Just let me hear your sincerity. Today, you can't go to this temple."
Since the beginning of childhood, the only female disciple of this generation has grown up. The stars have grown up in the moon. Because they are famous, they are also outstanding. They are also the objects of the monks. However, she is the teacher, but she is exhausted. I didn’t look at her more than my heart, but it even provoked the idea that he was embarrassed. It can be said that so far, reaching "Let Jiang seek to yield" is her greatest pursuit.
However, the fierceness of the murder is not awkward. These brain circuits are simply a fantasy for Jiang Xunyi. The only thought is that the aging mothers are sick and sick, and they are too sick!
The ancestors of the ancestors will be gone. It is absolutely impossible for her to marry her. Moreover, under the eyes of this public opinion, self-confidence is such a tone. Jiang Ying’s listening and listening should be sneer: "Self-respecting the age of the teacher must be older than who Big, then I am willing to go down the wind, but apart from that, the study of virtue is a virtue, the manner of manners, the search for it does not really see that there is any aspect of the uncle Shi is a model, you?"
Ha ha.
He didn't say anything later, but he snorted with great disdain.
Jiang searched for which pot did not open the pot, talking sinister, self-cleaning was stunned by his taunting skills, trembled with anger, blinked and saw the broken bowl on the table, raised his hand and grabbed it. According to Jiang, I had no choice but to sneak in the past.
Jiang Xunyi turned his head and the broken bowl was not on his face. Instead, he reached the forehead and suddenly there was blood pouring out. He flowed down his cheeks and condensed into a blood red on his face.
When he was in his modern home, he was a young master who was holding his brother in his hand. Although he was in poor health, he had never suffered such aggrieved. It’s just that the unfortunate reminder has become such a character. I have been used to it for 16 years. I just smacked it and wiped my eyes with my sleeves, so that I don’t see my eyes clearly. As for the wound, I just don’t care. .
Since Hui anger: "Reverse you! You have to go to the ancestral hall for three days and three nights. If you don't solve the ban, you will not be allowed to go up, let alone eat and drink, think about where you are wrong! If three After the day, I still don’t think about repentance, then I will roll in and starve to death!

Jiang Xunyi said: "I know that I still have to go to the temple in the end. If I say that I will not finish it, I will grind it."
Self-cleaning is thrown in a broken bowl, and his face is blue: "Not fast!"
Jiang Xunyi slipped away and walked away without looking back.
A group of disciples who did not dare to move in the spot secretly looked at the terrible uncle, and turned their heads to look at the back of the brother, admiring his face.
Lingyin Mountain is located in the north, with high terrain, snow all year round, and cold weather. Yunxi has always loved the scenery of the most beautiful flowers. When I was young, I complained that this is the place where only the monks are willing to live. But as I get older, I feel that this mountain seems to be cold and cold, but I can’t tell it. Cute, specific where you don't know, but it just makes people feel good.
He held a jar in his hand, and swayed with the brisk pace - it was a famous Songji wine in Changsha, not only tasteful, but also has the effect of dampness and cold, but so far, more skill It has been lost, it is difficult to find authentic. For the birthday of Jiang Xingyi, Yunchao searched for seven days and seven nights in Changsha, and it took only 20 years for a family to find a place at a high price. When the first brewer was no longer in the world, it can be said that he would only be in this world when he was in the world. Under his excitement, even Yangshuo Mountain refused to return, and rushed to the river to find the treasure.
Yunchao went back and forth, and the time was a little late. I saw that Jiang’s birthday would be wrong. Although I knew that the other party would not care about such a small thing, Yun’s own mind was somewhat mindful. Yang Shuzong and Lingyin have always had a good relationship. In order to show respect, he is not good at other people's mountain gates, but the pace is getting worse.
Finally, at the gate of Lingyin Mountain, Yunchao saw a lot of female disciples looking forward to seeing them there. I was not surprised at all. There were not many female disciples, but like other martial art, they learned about him every time. After the news to come, they will all rush to the gate of the mountain to wait, trying to see his style, Yunchao has long been accustomed to.
He had a smile on his lips and looked very handsome. He didn't say hello to any woman. While he was calmly watching them, he bowed to the two Lingyin disciples who had rushed out.
The two disciples had been in charge of the reception, and Yun Qi was not unfamiliar. Just after he retired, he received the news that he was coming, and he rushed out.
A disciple smiled and said: "Why did the cloud brothers come over and didn't send someone to let me know in advance? I would like to come out early to meet. Oh, it's rude, rude."
How smart is the cloud break, and when he listens to the meaning of his words, he notices that something is wrong. This kind of sinister does not say that he ran eight times a day. The number of times he came is absolutely no more. Everyone knows that he has basically only one. The purpose is to find the river to find meaning, to use what others welcome, the more polite the disciple said, the more it proves that something has happened.
Yun Xun paused, and asked directly: "It is a good day for the Mid-Autumn Festival, is it a crazy day?"
Even if he knows that he is so arrogant, there is still a lot of dissatisfaction with the self-recovering people because of Jiang’s search for things, but Yun’s behavior of standing on the doorstep of the people’s mountain is to let the disciples who are only talking can’t help but turn green. , with a smile: "The cloud brother brother laughed..."
Yun Xie coldly said: "Who is laughing with you? Your master brother?"
Another disciple has always wanted to speak since the beginning, but he was always blocked by his companion. When he looked at the clouds, he couldn’t help it anymore. He lowered his voice and said: "The cloud brother, the master is again I went to the ancestral hall, and I didn’t even eat the rice. I’m going to talk to you about the uncle, and your face teacher will definitely give...

The cloud breaks like a sinking water, and an unnamed fire in the heart immediately rises up. After waiting for the other party to finish the conversation, he has already said: "I know, thank you."
The voice has not fallen, and the person has disappeared before the mountain gate.
The author has something to say: Dear, I am sorry to be a few minutes late, because Jinjiang has just got stuck, I called a customer service call to resume.
Originally wanted to write a short sweet little fan, I did not expect to write so long, it is estimated that even a few days, the drama will come back soon, thank you for your support, what?
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