Vol 10 Chapter 1780: Deceptive Taoism [Wang Wen, 6 Million Words Net, Seek Slaughter]

Chapter 1780 Deceptive Taoist Six Million Words Wang Wang, Slain
What else does Zhang Wen want to say? Only when Pan Chen grabbed his little hand, his heart became messy. He only felt a heart jump straight up and out of his heart. Any Ming pulled him to the hall, but he was dozens of steps away from him. Zhang Wen just felt that his soul was floating outside the sky, and was unconsciously pulled into the hall by Pan Chen. Rao Shi Pan Chen trained very well, and his face couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. His beautiful face was slightly red. This was the first time he held a girl's hand and couldn't help but blush with a heartbeat, looking at Zhang Wen's trembling Look. I believe this is her first time.
As soon as Pan Chen entered the hall, he hurriedly released Zhang Wen's small hand, looked at his expression of shame and indignation, smiled embarrassingly, and said: "Brother Zhou doesn't want to listen to that man's nonsense. Secondly, he is a There is nothing to do to deceive a Taoist. "If Brother Zhou is not at ease, these people are following Li Mou, Li is to protect your safety. "
Zhang Wen was able to hear what he said at this time, and thought about it carefully. His heart was full of beautiful imagination. He secretly looked at Pan Chen and then buried his head without saying a word.
Worship in this hall is an ancient way, with green robes hanging casually, a hip flask tied to the waist, and a small cloth bag that has never been known, smiling and looking at what seems to exist in front , The back looks a little curved. A full country waiter dressed beautifully, just stepped on the foot of a green fragrant cloud, carrying the image of the old man in the country, but some dust, but like this old man is not a fairy, just a mortal like a fairy.
Seeing this, Pan Chen suddenly came up with a sentence in his heart, saying that he was a little surprised, but dare not deny it. "The gods are all made by mortals" is such a sentence, what I think is the shadow of favoritism at the bottom of my heart, I think of the magic of Qingxuan, and I can only see Minghui's son, and gradually, looking at this old road, Pan Chen's heart There is a weak guess.
When both Pan Chen and Pan Chen were preparing to go down the mountain, their son, who was quite enthusiastic to the two before that, squinted halfway, and stopped paying attention to the two, but this seemed to be an angry expression. Pan Chen saw his heart a little funny. Not paying attention to him, leading the shining Zhang Wen to walk out of the Taoist temple in two or two steps and walk down the mountain.
Don't think that the sunset has been tilted westward, the warm afterglow is sprinkled in the forest, and there are occasional bird calls, which seem a little calm for a while. Zhang Wen didn't say anything. He walked behind Pan Chen silently, couldn't see his face, and didn't know what he was thinking.
There was no pedestrian on the road until the foot of the mountain. Zhang Wen whispered, "Brother Li, did the Taoists say anything before?" Upon hearing his question, Pan Chen knew that he should have some thoughts and had to say, "Yes, but not as serious as that person said." After a while, the cool wind on the lake will blow away. "Don't think too much. If I were here, everything would be fine. "Who knows that Zhang Wen said he heard the sound outside the strings and looked at Pan Chen in surprise, and asked:" Brother Li will also look at his face? "With this voice, those big, smart eyes turned around, and it seemed unconvincing."
Pan Chen was just a little embarrassed and touched his chin. Hey, he said with a smile: "I know a little, I know a little." "Oh, is it Brother Li's?" Well, this is not. After reading a strange book, he heard Wen Minzi's Taoist statement and he also learned to read. He can also see the black spirit at the corner of Zhou's brother. Until then, he didn't know about it. "
"Brother Li is knowledgeable and his brother admires him." Zhang Wen listened to Pan Chen's speech. He also learned that Pan Chen touched his chin and turned his eyes to show a sly smile, but he did not know whether to believe or not. A woman ’s approachable mind is the hardest to guess, let alone a little woman disguising herself as a man.
The night on Hongfeng Lake seemed very quiet. Pan Chen shook his paddle leisurely, and said to accompany Zhang Wen, saying that he had arrived at Shi Xing, shouting that he would respond to this poem with "poems", this poem was also rising at this time, and he was still with him Said a few impromptu words. But only smelling the tranquil lake water, a hazy moon reflected on the water, and a small boat swaying to the shore slowly emerged from the crisp verse: "The afterglow of the Cangshan Trail is warm, and the red maple is thick and the water is thick." Put down the things before and after, Ping Zhou Yi Ye, coming into the wind. "
Back on the boat, the sky gradually dimmed, and the two people joked back to the city under the moonlight, but deliberately did not go to Dina Min Keiko, whether he was right or false, and ignored it?
auzw.com In bed, Pan Chen quietly recalled what happened now? Taoism. When he pulled Zhang Wen out of the Taoism of Naim Huizi, Pan Chen obviously felt a trace of spiritual fluctuation behind him. Coupled with the profound appearance of the person who does not care when they leave, this matter is obviously not over yet today, but I do n’t know what this Minhui ’s son is planning on Zhang Wen.
Taking advantage of Zhang Wen's lack of attention, Pan Chen also looked at it with his spirit, but found no errors. Regarding the fact that there was no boat to Qiaotou, he had to wait for the man to leave. He carefully answered that he thought that Minhui ’s son could n’t see through his accumulation and interest skills. In order to have a mental calculation, he could n’t do much.
After a night of meditation and practice, although the effect is very small, Pan Chen is no longer discouraged. He felt the room next to him calmly. Zhang Wen's breathing was calm. Obviously he hadn't woke up yet and smiled. The girl fell asleep last night.
In order not to disturb the dreams of others, Pan Chen looked down at the building, went to the street and bought some osmanthus cakes, bun snacks, and then returned to the inn. Zhang Wen was not on the bed, obviously up, but not in his own room, but in Pan Chen's room, sitting next to the window sill, his slender little hand holding his chin. Hermit eyes looked at the white clouds in the sky, wondering what they were thinking.
Pan Chen pushed the door directly into the room and pretended to look at Zhang Wen in surprise. Obviously he didn't know what was going on here. He raised the cake in his hand and said, "I just came to your house to find you, but came to me and came to have breakfast. . "
Zhang Wen looked back at Bai Yun, looked at the breakfast delivered by Pan Chen, smelled the fragrance of osmanthus cake, raised two shallow dimples at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Brother Li is really early. I bought breakfast. "The younger brother thought that Brother Li did not like his younger brother, so he left his younger brother very early. "As he said, he took a piece of cake and took a bite.
When Pan Chen saw him mocking himself, he seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhou is too worried. Li puts Zhou in front of his friends. How could he hate Zhou? That's it." Brother Zhou, How can you be like a woman when you eat such pastries? "As he said, he turned the topic to Zhang Wen. This event cast a red cloud on his face. A delicate white Pan Chen glanced at it and swallowed it immediately. The conversation immediately turned to Zhang In the text, this incident cast a red cloud on his face, Pan Chen glanced at it, and swallowed it immediately.
It's just that a piece of cake hasn't been eaten yet, but unfortunately, it is choked, and the red clouds on its beautiful face are worse. Pan Chen hurriedly poured him a cup of tea, thinking that he should pat his back and breathe smoothly, but this hand was in the air, but he couldn't fall to the ground, leaned back, took a piece of cake, and swallowed a big mouth .
After breakfast, Zhang Wen did not plan to go out to play. Pan Chen recalled that apart from visiting the lake, there seemed to be no other scenery. He invited him to hang out in the city, both of whom were only 15 or 6 years old. A novel heart that cannot be suppressed during this time of age, there is nothing to buy for a stroll throughout the morning, but this mood is really happy.
Near noon, Zhang Wen's interest in wandering was also very high. He looked around all the way. Suddenly, as if he saw something he liked, a small stall running to the ground picked up a long wooden sword, and his eyes sparkled. The wooden sword body looks a bit dark, dark green, and very old. Looking at the items sold for several years, Zhang Wenzuo looks to the right and seems to like the wooden sword very much.
It was a stay to see Pan Chen like him. Although he was a woman dressed as a man, for Pan Chen, he could see through his true colors. He was a woman and a little girl. The little girl spent a long time shopping and saw nothing. Now that she saw a wooden sword, she still seemed to like it. She did not want to put down her little hand and looked at it half-loudly. It turned out that Pan Chen's food and clothing parents were still standing beside him, just smiling slyly, not wanting to hand Mu Jian to Pan Chen, and ask him to enjoy it.
After taking over the wooden sword, Pan Chen also found that this wooden sword was very special, and there was a trace of novelty in his eyes. He quietly looked at the hawker and asked, "Boss, where did this small wooden sword come from? How can you look a little strange?"
The street vendor saw a business at the door and said with a smile: "This is something I picked up from the country last year. I have watched it for several years. The material is like a piece of wood. I ca n’t even cut it with an iron knife. I think it has a source. "It's not very good, just sold a few pieces of silver. If the brothers looked at it, they took out two pieces of silver and took it home to repair it. This might be a baby." "
When Pan Chen heard him say this, he thought that the hawker accidentally got the wooden sword. He smiled at him and looked at Zhang Wen, his two eyes gleaming on one side. He looked closely at the wooden sword and gave him a layer of light. It has been used in Qingxuan's eyes, and vaguely, I saw two small mosquitoes and wooden swords with flies inscribed on the handle of the knife, called: Xuanwu, as soon as he reached Pan Chen's hand, it spit out a little dexterous breath. I think this is not an ordinary thing. ..