Chapter 102: Absentminded

Small House · Study
Sitting on a young girl is the little county master. The little county master flashed a pair of big apricot eyes, and if he was concentrating on painting, the painting was a man. Although he was not finished, he could see the starry eyes, the nose daring and the eyebrows. Flying obliquely into the salamander, the lips and axe cut into sharp edges and corners, upright posture, indeed a handsome young man.
The master of Xiaoxiao County was drawing his hand at this time. He paused for a moment and suddenly remembered it. He smiled a little, turned the pen, and a few strokes outlined something, a mask.
周 This week there was a funny mask in the hands of a man of immense power, and suddenly he was a bit more confused and cute.
"Oh, how do you think your girl has changed her temperament today, and she wo n’t be spitting outside. It turned out that she had the person she wanted. Honestly, when did she hook it up, and the mother peeled his skin and dared to hook me up secretly? Daughter! "Said a voice behind.
The little county owner originally looked at the portrait. At this moment, a spirit, almost poked the pen on the face of the painting, raised his head and saw the long princess looked at her with a smile, and flushed to the neck, dropped the pen and opened his mouth. I wanted to explain, but I didn't know what to say, and finally just shouted, "Mother!"
The eldest princess looked at her coquettish look, smiled a little deeper at the corners of her lips, and glanced at the painting on the table, and suddenly burst out, "This man is Yingzhou Xieyuan Pei Ziyun? Listening to his words last night, Seeing grace, do you fall in love with him at first sight? "
小 gun's face flushed and did not speak.
"You want to say how your mother knows that you are shy. I don't know if it's difficult." The princess sat down, picked up the tea cup handed by the girl, and dialed the tea foam: "This person is not easy. Yuan, poetry and essay are all over the world, let alone say, "Will Enter The Wine" has spread all over the river, you should have heard it? "
"He will also make" Will Be Into Wine "?" Xiao Jun Zhu heard, his eyes seemed brighter.
"Exactly!" Speaking of this, the princess smiled and smiled, showing some worries: "Not only that, he also wrote a" Ping Yi Ce ", which is up to heaven."
"Although it is just a brief introduction, it is more brilliant in political affairs than many senior officials in the DPRK. The time, poetry, and political theory are all familiar. It is also of this age, and it can be called a heavenly wizard, but ..."
"But nothing?" Xiaojun asked anxiously.
Princess Yongchang took a sip of tea and gave her daughter a meaningful look: "But this son has entered the door. In fact, it is okay to enter the door. It may be a good thing not to enter the office."
"It's just that this person doesn't look young, and the killing is very heavy. There are dozens of lives on hand, killing robbers, killing Taoists, and killing black guards. Hehe, it's amazing." .
After hearing this, Xiao Xiaojun was stunned and stepped back.
Chang Pei House
The sun rises from the distant city wall. With the roar of the rooster, Pei Ziyun gets up and sees the cook serving soy milk, fritters, rice porridge, and the little girl waiting.
"If this landlord lives a happy life!" Pei Ziyun had to admit that he was pacing, listening to the sound outside the door: "My son, my son, are you there? The things have been taken as you ordered."
This is the voice of the grandma, and Pei Ziyun strode to the door a few steps.
The door of the house courtyard was knocking on the door, and the voice was anxiously excited. The door opened, and the grandma was carrying a girl in her hand, and entered with a large basket.
As soon as he came in, he said, "My son, what you are looking for, I've found it for you, but there are several people's things, but I didn't buy it, and asked my son to pay for it."
牙 This grandma opened the door and said so. She seemed to be ashamed of not doing what Pei Ziyun taught. After seeing Pei Ziyun, the grandma pleased and said, "Master, are you practicing swords?"
"How much stuff has been collected, take it to see it." Pei Ziyun said, only three days, this dental grandma's fighting power is amazing!
The dental mother shouted to the girl-in-law, "Guy Girl, take out everything and show it to Gong Pei, but it ’s just a son. I bought these things according to your requirements. I do n’t know if they are true or false, but those people vowed to say these Everything is passed down, and there must be no mistakes, are you? "
Following the words of the grandmother, the girl took out some wooden swords, iron bowls, pots, a few red and yellow stones, a few tattered clothes, and a few Buddhist sutras.
Seeing some strange and messy things in the basket, without detaching from the carry-on, he pointed to the things in the basket and said, "What are these things for me?"
Looking at these things, Pei Ziyun was unhappy, and two hundred and twenty-two sorted out these things.
"This is not pinned." After touching it, Pei Ziyun knew it. As soon as this relic was touched, there was a little paint on his hand.
The grandma quickly laughed and said: "Gongzi, this is the relic of the Huichong monk in Jishi Temple. The old monk in the temple took it out for sale. This one came to fifty-two silver. It was originally said to be one-two. I thought about it. It's too expensive. It costs fifty-two. "
"Oh?"
Pei Ziyun's face was twitching, pressing his sword in his hand, and having the impulse to slay the toothpaste with a sword, did he take himself as the head of injustice? These things, these pigmented stones are fifty-two, more expensive than gold.
The granny seemed to feel Pei Ziyun's anger, and quickly took out a Taoist book from the basket: "You see, this is a Taoist book bought by Qing Xuanguan. People in the Taoist temple said that they were written by the Qingsong Taoist and placed in the house. Here, Taoists are also greedy for money, and Mr. Qingsong's things were collected a total of one hundred and two before they were sold. "
Pei Ziyun picked the corner of his eye, took the Daoshu expressionlessly, without sustenance, opened it, and recorded some Taoism, which is not surprising, but he hasn't read some tricks himself.
"It's the real thing, and it must have been this person who has figured it out. Many don't start out and study it, but it's worth it alone." Think of it this way, my heart calmed a lot, and I continued to look at it.
He stretched out his hand and took out the torn clothes, and the grandmother introduced all the way: "Pei Gongzi, this is the long clothes of Qingsong Road."
"Wooden sword!" Pei Ziyun took the sword, feeling a flash of static electricity, suspicious, and his heart was hot.
"Pei Gongzi, this is a wooden sword. The Taoist of the Qingxuanguan said it was the wooden sword used by the Qingsong Taoist."
The rest of the gadgets are not entrusted. There are Tao books, wooden swords, Xiao, and pens. Pei Ziyun understands that the grandmother is just an ordinary person and ca n’t tell at all. It ’s normal for people to be treated as injustice, but this time Good luck, the winning rate is high, but this is just luck. Obviously, this toothpaste has collusion with outsiders to calculate their own thoughts and actions. This can't be condoned. The face is sinking: "Daddy, what are you buying? Really? I'm the wrongdoer? "
"You said, are you conspiring with those people?" Pei Ziyun's cold eyes, the dental grandmother was said to be centrally thinking, suddenly chilled, and spit in silence, saying, "Pei son, how dare I?"
"Don't dare? Anything else, this relic is obviously a stained stone. You are an old lady, can't you see this?"
"Everything else can be said to be a relic. Does this tattered dress really make me a Hanako? Everything?"
"You may not know, Zhang Cheng is dead." Pei Ziyun said flatly with a faint smile: "Capturing the head will tell me, saying that it is a violent disease, but it is actually a layer of paper that is dead."
"Do you know the stickers? Just wet the paper and stick it to Zhang Cheng's face one by one. He was desperately struggling, but he couldn't move, so he could only try to breathe."
"Such a layer is pasted, said to be a thousand layers of paper. In fact, after more than a dozen layers of wet paper are stuck, you can't breathe anymore, but Qiqiao bleeding and stuck her tongue to death."
怎么 "Why, your grandma has to taste it too?"
Such horrible and terrible things are as narratives as ordinary sayings. The grandmother just feels a chill in her heart and secretly scolds herself. Can this person fool yourself?
I barely smiled and said, "My son, how dare I, if you don't like it, I step back."
"Return this so-called relic, I will give you this errand, you have made a lot of money, don't take your own alcohol, the rest you will pay attention to me, if you want to buy, show me a glance and buy again."
When I saw Pei Ziyun saying this, the grandma was relieved: "Yes, yes, the villain must pay attention, there are only a few of them, these are too expensive, and two are not willing to sell, you son?"
"Nothing, next time you take me, I like it, I will have a reward." Pei Ziyun resumed his original smile.
After listening to this, Grandma said, "Yes, son!"
Then she took her back with her, and when she touched, her back was wet.
Pei Ziyun locked the door and went back to the room. The sun was rising, shining in the courtyard, entering the door, locking the door, and telling the cook: "Don't call me, I will come out."
As soon as Pei Ziyun lay down on the bed, he put the wooden sword under his pillow, and his head was stuck on the pillow. A tiredness emerged, and he gradually fell asleep.
Hazy, just listening to the "hum, drink, ah" shout
Several Taotongs in front of him were holding wooden swords, stabbing forward and repeating the cycle.
I was supervised by a Taoist, and cursed fiercely: "The world is already showing signs of decline. You Tao boys, you are not willing to practice swords. In the future, I will not be here. How can you stand on your feet and not cry?
There was a change in front of my eyes. There was a bamboo forest. There were only seven or eight Daotongs ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Only three or four were left.
The Taoist teacher taught that his hair was a little pale, and he held them coldly: "I have n’t chopped a hundred bamboos to eat every day. This sword technique must be passed on to you."
As soon as the picture turns, sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Xiang slowly rises, a flash of light flashes, the incense is cut off, but the smoke is not chaotic.
"Papa!" The door opened, and an old man came in, his hair completely white: "Your kendo has passed me, and I have nothing to teach you anymore."
The next moment, the sky was overcast with clouds, and a dark cloud lingered between the mountains. Rain fell on his face and also on the densely packed corpses, and the shouts quickly and neatly killed him.
人 The man's face was whiter than the moonlight, and he slowly drew his sword and killed the crowd in the past.
Incredible Jianguang, wherever he went, people fell like straw, blood splattered, cries, cries, and screams filled the ears.
The sword was retracted, and Xiao changed suddenly. This man blew against Xiao. The sky was dark, and it was drizzling in the twilight. Xiao was not loud at the beginning. It was thinner and thinner at the beginning. Circling and scattered around.
Xiao retracted it and turned it into a pen. The spring rain outside the window, the room was quiet, and the soft pen swiped across the clean paper. It seemed to dance in a festive manner. With his left hand on the left foot and his right hand bent in a ring, listen to the man sighing: "I started with killing, raised in Xiao, condensed in painting, can I enter the Tao with a sword?"
With this sigh, Pei Ziyun suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. At this time, it was close to noon. Although the door was closed, the sun came through the window. In the beam of light, thousands of floating dust were flying, like another generation.
"In the past sixty years, a swordsman has repeatedly wielded his sword into his sheath. This is a hard way to find a dream!"