Chapter 31: Uncle of the seat

In order to show my heartfelt heart in front of the master, I have to play three sets of tofu black tofu, and to ensure that I will not lose one piece, all have to eat.
Chu Xi Ning is very satisfied, showing a rare appreciation.
I was not happy with the burning of the back. Stepping Xiandi Jun has an inexplicable attachment to Chu’s identity, and immediately has three tofus. Chu night Ning looked at him: "Is eating so much, don't you support it?"
Inkburn and Xue Meng screamed: "Don't say three copies, that is, three more, I can eat too."
Chu night Ning faintly said: "Good."
Then I gave the six pieces of tofu and said: "You are the same, you can't waste."
Ink burning: "..............."
The other two are all ordered, and the teacher is no exception. He laughs: "That... Master, I have three sets."
So on the first day of the confinement of the elders of Yu Heng, his three disciples had a stomachache because they had eaten something bad. The next day, the elders of the precepts found Chu Yuning, euphemistically expressed that Meng Potang did not lack helpers, please Chu Ning moved to the bridge, helping to clean the leaves and wipe the pillars.
The Naihe Bridge is a bridge connecting the main area of ​​the dead and the scorpion and the disciple's resting area. It can accommodate five carriages and circulate. The pillars stand with white jade and nine beasts, representing the Longsheng nine sons, and another 366 lions. The short column is magnificent.
Chu night, quietly sweeping the ground, after sweeping, carefully rubbed the jade beast.
It’s raining for a long time, when it’s getting darker.
Most of the disciples who had scattered classes did not have oil-paper umbrellas, and squatted toward the residence with the otters. Raindrops lingered on the stone steps, and Chu night Ning Yao took a look and saw the young girls with a relaxed smile on their faces, and they were sowed and bright in the rain.
"..." Chu Xiaoning knows that if they let themselves see themselves, the kind of brightness and ease will disappear, so he thought about it and circled under the bridge.
Some disciples who ran in front of the bridge came to the bridge to see the scene and could not help but scream.
"Enchantment?"
"How do you put an enchantment on the bridge?"
"Probably the elders arranged." Some disciples guessed, "The elders are the best for us."
The translucent gold enchantment cage was stretched over the upper end of the bridge, and it was spread to the main trail of the disciple's resting area, covering all the roads they were going to follow.
"It must have been arranged by the elders. Is this place not under his control?"
"It’s good to be elders."
"This enchantment is so beautiful, the elders are really powerful."
The disciples shook their wet hair, and joked and sneaked into the enchantment. They talked about going to the rest area.
Chu Xiaoning stood under the bridge hole, listening to the sound of the bridge on the bridge, until there was no sound, the returning teenagers had gone far, he slowly took the enchantment and walked out of the bridge hole calmly.
"Master."
I was shocked to hear that someone called him.
Chu nightning suddenly looked up, no people were seen on the shore.
"I am here."
He looked up and followed the ink, and saw the ink burning on the white jade bridge, a silver blue light squat, legs lazily placed on the edge of the bridge.
The young man's eyebrows are black and amazing, and the eyelashes are like two small fans, hanging down. Holding a paper umbrella, I stared at myself with a smile.
One of them is on the bridge, and the leaves are rustling. One is under the bridge, and the rain is in the river.
Just squatting with each other, no one spoke for a moment.
Between the heavens and the earth, the mists and rains are lingering, and occasionally the deciduous bamboos are falling down with the wind and rain, and they are blowing up between the two.
Finally, the ink burned out and made some noises: "Hey elders, you are all wet."
Chu nightning is almost cold at the same time: "How do you know that it is me?"
The ink burned his lips, his eyes were bent, and the dimples were deep: "With such a big enchantment, can the elders not come out? Not a master, who else?"
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo-burning knows that he is too lazy to practice his own way to avoid the rain, and when the brain moves, he throws the umbrella down.
"This is for you, then."
The bright red oil paper umbrella fell, and Chu Yuning caught it. Birun’s bamboo and wood handles were dyed with some temperature. The crystal drops of water dripped down the umbrella. Chu night Ning looked up at him:
That What about you?"
The ink burned and laughed: "I will not be able to go back cleanly?"
Chu night Ning snorted, but still sloppy sleeves, the top of the ink burned immediately opened a bright golden barrier, looked up and looked at the smile, said: "haha, really beautiful, and peony pattern, thank you.

Chu night Ning gave him a look: "That is sea otter, only five petals."
After all, the white robes and umbrellas are gone. Keep a person standing in the rain screen and count the petals: "One, two, three, four, five... ah, really five petals..."
Looking up again, Chu nightning has gone far.
The ink burned the scorpion and stood under the enchantment. The childish smile on his face disappeared a little and gradually changed into a complex look.
Suddenly he didn't understand what he was thinking.
If you have a feeling of being alone, you can only have pure love or pure disgust.
The rain stopped for four days. When the clouds were raining, a group of cars and bells jingled, stepping on the clear water pool, stepping on the sky and shadows, and stopping in front of the dead mountain gate.
The bamboo curtains were picked up, and a folding fan with red stems was found inside.
Then, a pair of blue-skinned silver boots stepped out and stepped on the rut, and the slamming heavy land fell on the ground, dusty.
This is a strong-eyed, big-waisted, strong-skinned man with a blue-and-silk squat and a neat beard, about 40 years old. He looks very rough, but the big tower-like hand is shaking a literary fan with exquisite workmanship, and can't tell the weirdness.
The fan slammed open and saw the other side, writing -
"Xue Lang is very beautiful."
On the other side of the book is written -
"The world is very ugly."
The name of the fan is the name of the river, and the reason is that, besides the owner of the fan, the word written on the fan is too embarrassing.
Boasting yourself on the front and mocking others on the opposite side.
The fan handle is lightly shaken, and the radius of the fan can smell the taste of the fan owner's narcissism. No one knows the real world.
Who is the owner of this fan? It was the death of the Lord who stayed outside for more than two months. Xue Meng’s father, the unburned uncle, Xue Zhengyi and Xue Xianchang were also.
The so-called Longshenglong, Fengshengfeng, the son of the mouse will make a hole.
The opposite is true. The son is a peacock, and Laozi will certainly open the screen.
Although Xue Meng is so beautiful, it is very different from his old Kong Wu, but at least they are similar in their bones -
I feel that "Xue Lang is very beautiful, and the world is very ugly."
Xue Zhengyi stretched out a lazy waist, activities and muscles, twisted his neck and smiled and said: "Hey, this carriage is really exhausted, I finally got home."
In the Danxin Hall, Mrs. Wang is mixing powder, and she sits on the left and the right, respectively, and burns Xuemeng.
She softly said: "The hemostatic grass is four or two, and the first yang is one."
"Mother, I’m fine." Xue Meng sat next to her and handed the herb to her. Mrs. Wang took over and smelled the smell of the blood-sucking grass, and then said, "No, this grass and Guanghuo have been together for a long time, and the taste is skewed. The soup made will be harmful. Let's take some fresh ones."

"Oh, good." Xue Meng got up and went to the medicine cabinet.
Mrs. Wang continued: "Five spirits and three money, and a scorpion."
The ink burned the material and handed it to her: "Auntie, how long does this medicine take?"
"You don't have to worry about it, you can take it." Mrs. Wang said, "When I have finished the powder, can I burn the elders of Yuheng?"
I didn't want to send the ink, but I took a look at Xue Meng's back. I knew that if I didn't send it, then the person who sent the medicine must be Xue Meng.
I don't know why, he just doesn't like Xue Meng alone and stayed with Chu Ning, so he said, "Okay."
After a pause, I asked: "Is this medicine a bitter for my aunt?"
"Some bitter, what happened?"
Ink burned and said: "Nothing." But grabbed a candy from the fruit plate and stuffed it into the sleeve.
The people in the temple are concentrating on dispensing medicine, but suddenly there is a burst of laughter and loud laughter. Xue Zhengyi strode into the hall with a blissful radiance, and said: "Yes, I am coming back! Hahahaha!"
The head of the sect of the church, without a harbinger before coming in, shocked Mrs. Wang almost sprinkled the powder in the medicine spoon. She stunned her eyes: "French?"
The ink burned and also rose to meet: "Uncle."
"Ah, is the burning child?" Xue Zhengyi was arrogant and arrogant, but his talk was very harmonious. He patted his shoulders with a slap in the air. "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a while, and I seem to have licked some more." How is it? The trip to Choi Butterfly Town is still smooth?"
The ink burned and laughed: "It's still smooth."
"Good, good! There is a late night in Chu, I know that there will be no mistakes, hahahaha - yes, what about your master? Another person is boring in the mountains and banging his little things?"
The ink burns the words, some swear: "The teacher respects him..."
His uncle is as fierce as fire, easy to impulsive, and the death of his uncle in the past, a large part of the reason is attributed to such a character. Of course, the ink-burning is not willing to tell him directly that he has smashed two hundred sticks and was banned for three months. I was thinking about how to open it, and suddenly there was a "ah" behind me.
Xue Meng squatted out with a pile of hemostatic grass and saw his father, can't help but say: "Hey."
"Menger!"
The ink burned and sighed, and this time the father and son met, they must be a little charming, and praise each other, and they just thought about how to confess Chu nightning.
Sure enough, the peacock and son were standing on the tail feathers, and they spared no effort to praise each other.
"I haven't seen you in two months. I have a lot of good things. I am more and more like you!"
Xue Meng did not look like a cockroach, just like his mother, but he quite agrees, also said: "The sturdy figure is also a lot stronger!"
Xue Zhengyi waved his hand and smiled. "This time, I am in the Kunlun Snow Palace, I feel more and more like a young boy, not as good as my children! Oh, that group of girls can show me Tired, Menger, do you still remember Mei Hanxue?"
Xue Meng immediately revealed his disdain: "Is that the little fat man who has been practicing for more than ten years, is said to be the master of the Snow Palace? Is he going out?"
"Hahaha, my son is really good, it is him. When I was a child, I lived in our house for a while and I slept with you for a bed."
"...how don't you remember, fat like a dog, sleeping and kicking people, he has been squatting many times. You see him?"
"I saw it, I saw it." Xue Zheng was carrying a beard and seemed to be in a memory. Xue Meng is the pride of the sky, and he is so aggressive, so he asked impatiently: "How?"
Xue Zhengxuan smiled and said: "I want to say that it is not as good as you. A good boy, his master taught him what to play the piano, and he gave a light and flying petals. You can laugh at you, hahahaha!"
Xue Meng’s tip of the nose seemed to be disgusting.
A fat fat man, playing the piano, flying petals...
"How about his repair?" After all, Mei Hanxue retired for more than ten years. In the past few months, he has just cleared the sword and has not seen the sword on the rivers and lakes.
Since "the appearance" has already compared people, Xue Meng is more than "repaired".
This time, Xue Zhengyi did not answer immediately. He thought for a while and said: "Seeing that he doesn't have a lot of shots, it's a good thing. Anyway, when Lingshan is on the sword, Menger naturally has a chance to compete with him."
Xue Meng twitched his eyebrows: "Hey, that fat man, there is no chance to fight with me."
At this time, Mrs. Wang had already added the last bit of powder. She got up and smiled and touched Xue Meng’s head: "Menger should not be arrogant, be imaginative, and always fearful."
Xue Mengdao: "What is the use of the empty mind? It is all done by people who have no ability, I will be as happy as I am."
Xue Zhengyi laughed happily: "Look, can the tiger father have a dog?"
Mrs. Wang is not pleased: "You, this person, do not teach him, and teach him something bad, like what."
Xue Zhengxuan saw her face with a three-pointed anger, knowing that she was really upset, and she converges her smile and scratched her head: "Yangzi, I am wrong. The woman said how to teach how to teach, all said by the woman." Yes, don't be upset."
Ink burning: "........."
Xue Meng: "........."
Mrs. Wang was a disciple of the lonely moon in her early years. It is said that she was plundered by Xue Zhengyi. This rumor is not true or false, but the ink burns very clearly. The uncle is affectionate to the aunt, and the iron skeleton is turned into a soft finger. However, Mrs. Wang is not so passionate about her husband. She is a very gentle person, but she always sends a little temper to Xue Zhengxuan.
These years, the relationship between the husband and the wife is deeper, and the discerning person can see it.
Xue Meng naturally was too lazy to see his aunt flirting. He was disgusted, and snorted and turned away impatiently.
Mrs. Wang is quite embarrassed and quickly said: "Menger?"
Xue Meng waved his hand and strode out.
Ink burning is not willing to disturb the reunion of couples, and it is also possible to avoid the uncle's cross-examination. Chu nightning was punished for this kind of thing, let Mrs. Wang talk to him, he can't help himself. So he packed up the potions on the table and walked away with a smile. He also covered the temple door for them.
Holding the wound medicine, I swayed to the red lotus water.
Chu night Ning was injured. In the past few days, the body was weak. The enchantment that was originally wrapped around the otter was removed. So some people came, and he did not know.
So, by chance, the ink burned to see such a scene...
Chu nightning, at this moment is taking a bath in the lotus pond.
His own bubble is no problem, the key is that he has always been clean and self-made Yuheng elders, his royal lotus pond, there are actually two other people...