Chapter 193: Different life with the same name

There is a small old man in the town. Although he is a gentleman, he is dressed in a shackle, named Chen Zhenrong. He likes to drink alcohol. After drunk, he will stick his fingers at the air, and he will delineate and twist. No one knows exactly. Write or draw something. The drunken words are not a big official, nor a Baoguanzhou yayan. In short, no one can understand.
Although the old man is surnamed Chen, he is not born in Chenshi of Longwei County. However, the honorable Chen Songfeng respects the elderly. The scholars are not good at this old man who is so lonely.
Today, the old man is drinking, drunk walking through the stone arch bridge, walking to the blacksmith shop, using his own dialect to recite the words "Fuhe Han, touch the big Yue, ride the vitality, swim too imaginary, cloud steaming rain, heaven and earth, strong and strong !"
The old man went outside the shop, and finally did not go in like this. He knew that he ran to Longxuhe and washed his face. It was probably a few cups of cold water. The old man simply squatted on the ground and put the whole head into the cold water. Shaking, finally slammed up, laughed: "Shu Tanshutan!"
The old man stood up and sighed coldly, because he remembered the bleak scenes of many Chen’s descendants in the town, and even gave other family names as slaves. Although the old people had no relationship with them, they also knew that the world was hard and they could not blame those who lost the light. The younger brother of the ancestors’ face, after all, is the same surname. The old man is really suffocating. He has to open the jug and hesitate. After a battle between heaven and earth, he looks around and looks like a thief again. The sneaky sneaky drinked a small drink and said: "If it is in Nanpo Weizhou, as long as it is a well-documented descendant of Chen, it will be unbearable, and it will fall to the point where it will be made. But the face of the alcoholic Chen Chen."
When the old man said it, he gave himself a slap in the face. "The old shameless thing can't help but talk about it, drink it and drink it!"
The old man slapped his slap in the face, smirked, broke the can, broke the can, and drank two more, but gave himself two slaps of no pain.
After drinking two big mouthfuls of alcoholic wine bought from the beautiful woman, the old man finally satisfied himself. He walked straight into the blacksmith shop and shouted his name. He quickly walked out of a sword furnace and took off the cowhide skirt at the waist. I left it to the long-browed teenager behind me.
When the old man saw the sage of the family who came from the wind and snow temple, he began to squat. "Hey, you are not as good as Qi Jingchun, really far worse than Qi Jingchun..."
I don’t care about this. It’s like I’ve become accustomed to it. I’m not even playing with the old man. I’m still silent, but I’m a long-browed teenager behind me, frowning, just forbearing.
He walked in front of him, and the old man walked side by side with him. He was not willing to let go of his ears, like a shrine of the city, and the old man used the orthodox remarks of Po Wong Chau. "Hey, you 瞧瞧 Qi Jingchun, the context is so targeted by us, but I am willing to complain with the Germans, help look at the banyan tree."
"If you change to me, let Chen see the tomb tree for the girl, and turn back and swear, let us be happy, not happy? But it is a pity that Qi Jingchun is a gentleman, not doing this kind of thing."
"So when someone went to find out what our ancestors had reasoned for, even if he had stolen the sun on his ancestor's shoulder, the ancestors still did not want to tear the skin, and he borrowed it for a hundred years."
"You look at you again, I really don't mean you, I feel depressed, and the road is repaired. I haven't made it to myself. In the end, I have collected three cats and puppies to make a mountain disciple. I said that this little long eyebrow depends on the family. How many years can you have a good time? One hundred years, or two hundred years?"
When the old man said this, he smiled at the long-browed teenager, and the boy who was confused was still annoyed. The old man was not enough to respect his master, but when the old man showed his kindness to his elders, he would not eat hard. The boy had to nod slightly, and he did not know that the old fox had a bad stomach. He was actually saying something bad about him.
The old man followed the donkey and came to an eaves, and discharged a few green bamboo chairs. After the three sat down, the old man said coldly: "The little girl with the thumb is stupid, and it is really yours." The same person?"
"The last one is even more ridiculous. A wild boar is turned into a handsome young son. Haha, hey, I am going to be laughed at by you. I don’t feel embarrassed, I am shameful for you. !"
He finally spoke. "Are you finished? If you are finished, please drink."
Let the Xie family get up and get the wine.
"Please drink me? This is okay, but I don't want to drink it myself. I just go to the country to follow the customs. The guest is with the Lord. It is the way of your saint's hospitality. This wine, drink it, drink it!"
The old man sat on the bamboo chair and turned to squat. "But drinking alcohol and drinking it, and collecting it from the apprentices. Since you left the hill of Fengxue Temple, you finally have to open a mountain. Now that the mountain has been there, it is time to discuss the mountain. I haven’t done anything for the disciples. I’m not going to find three apprentices for you. I’ve changed them. I’ve changed them all! Even if I’m only screening from my Chen’s children, I promise to be stronger than your current three registered disciples.

I don’t want to move. "I accept my disciples, don't look at talent, don't focus on bones, just choose my heart."
The old man said with anger: "I know that it is such a wording, you are a stinky stone in the pit."
Breaking through the sky and laughing: "Then you Chen Zhenrong still friends with me?"
Previously, he was able to take over the Confucian Qi Jingchun to take charge of the Zhuzhu Dongtian as a military strategist. Although it was highly related to the realm of the scorpion, the melamine Chen was actually behind the scenes.
I never deny this.
"I am happy, can you manage it?!"
The old man turned and turned around and shouted: "Wine, how can you say that the good wine is not coming, how is the kid going, is it sincerely me..."
I saw the old friends who were screaming all the way, laughing and asking: "Why, when I arrived at Longquan County, I saw the situation of two Chen’s descendants in the town. I was not happy. I am not talking about you, with you and melamine. Chen’s relationship with the gossip is not what you are mad at you?

"Don't mention this, nest fire."
The old man sighed and squinted and squinted. "You, for the sake of the show, I thought about hiding quietly. Now it’s good, it’s a land of right and wrong, are you okay?"
He shook his head and said: "No problem, wrong and wrong."
The old man smiled and said: "The bones are hard, but don't be hard."
阮邛 whispered: "If there is trouble, I am definitely not polite to you."
The old man’s eyes glimpsed the Tsing Yi girl who came from afar, and the Xie’s teenager around her, who brought the wine together.
The old man immediately opened his eyes and smiled, waving his arms to the girl. "Xiu Xiu, come and come, hey? How do you turn your head away? Don't go, Xiuxiu, are there any men you like? If not, I will help you find, don't In Baojiazhou, such a fart place to pick men, birds do not pull the barbaric land, can have a good man, Fengxue Temple Wei Jin and Da Yu Song Chang Jing, it is not bad, but in the end is a little older, so say Look for it in our Nanpo Weizhou... oh, Xiu Xiu is far away."
The old man was dejected, but fortunately, there were two pots of wine sent by the long-browed teenager. One pot was placed at the foot, one pot was opened, and the yak was fed up.
I picked up the jug, but I didn't plan to drink. "You mellow Chen, looking for it, isn't it just looking for Cao Jun? If I remember correctly, he is already in his early teens?"

The old man said with anxious eyes: "Cao Jun is awkward. I think it would be very good. If it wasn’t for the early years, it would be worse than Wei Jin. The big swords in the history of the big swords are more than one or two. Hey, blame him. The old ancestor Cao Yu, the ability is not big enough, replaced by our Chen's children, have this talent qualification, to see who dares to make a blind man?"
He didn't talk, and he had a very bad impression of Cao Jun.
The old man said: "I was amazed, the same surname, the people on the side of the town, how mixed it is so miserable. Then where did the air transport go? In the past two thousand years, there is a surname Chen , in Baoguanzhou or in other continents?
I thought about it, "I don't seem to be."
The old man suddenly thought, "This is right. But just in case..."
If you are close to the enemy, you are almost reprimanded: "When did you really become so mad at Chen Zhenrong?!"
The old man stretched out a palm, and the original five fingers were constantly shaking. "You can't draw a real dragon. You can only draw some soft four-legged snakes. It's really true. I think it's right to change my name."
He drank his drink and said helplessly: "This thing, if it was before, I can still use it a bit, but it won't work now."
Angry and angered: "There is a mellow Chen Chen..."
The old man interrupted the words of swearing. "Which family is not muddy, within Confucianism, there are no saints and gentlemen. Doesn't there be a difference between high and low? What's more, this thing is not as embarrassing as you think."
Silent, heavy, like the mountains in my heart.
When the manpower is exhausted, the saint is also.