Chapter 243: Before the Qianjun Wanma, I took a sip of wine.

(Yesterday’s leave, today’s 15,000-word chapter is added.)
Looking at a pure Wufu's three borders, the scenery can be seen. Song Yu burned and felt that even today's rivers and lakes are not pleasing, and can live for a few more years, and it is not a loss.
Song Yu Shao gently patted the old sword at the waist, pulling the male scorpion on the side of the waterfall, and the long-sword in the sheath that had already been inspired by the old man, it was a little lonely. Song Yu, who stood in the otter, was somewhat saddened: "If the high wind is still alive, it may be that he is standing here tonight."
The second owner of Jianshui Mountain Villa, Song Gaofeng, the father of Song Fengshan, the master of Shaozhuang, is also the first-class sword of the world. It is a pity that the talents of Tianzhu are trapped in anger and go astray. This is also the biggest knot of Song Yuzhuan. The tragedy is largely created by Song Yuzhuan, because Song Fengshan’s mother-in-law is also a rare origin of Yamazawa, and no taboo exists for the world, but at that time The Song Yu-burning is so arrogant, never minds the secular vision, only relying on a sword, arrogantly combing the country and the wilderness, self-confessed that there is no rival on the rivers and lakes, he began to climb alone to visit the fairy, and finally saved a small temperament The girl is a sleek human figure. Song Yu burned not only rejected her origin, but brought it back to the villa. She and the young Song Gaofeng were in love with each other. Song Yuzhuo still did not object to this and finally sat in the high hall. , accepted the wine of the respected men and women.
If you stop here, it’s just a good thing, but it’s just unpredictable. The beautiful flower that the woman is carefully cultivating is full of aura, and the flowers are always spring. I don’t know when it’s coming, the martial arts people’s rumors, this mountain The flower buds have become a panacea for countless Wufu dreams on the rivers and lakes. After eating one, you can grow your skills for more than ten years. After that, if someone steals one or two trees, the woman with good heart will close one eye. Only the eyes are taken away by the thief. The mountain village has also stated that the plants planted by the flower buds do not have the effect of increasing the power of the people. They only have a long life. As time goes by, the masters of the rivers and lakes, The heart was gradually put out, but one day, the flower bud was stolen by most of the thieves, the thief was still not satisfied, and the rest of the flowers were trampled and squandered. The flower garden is not conducive to the improvement of the realm of Jianghu Wufu, but it is the opportunity of Song Gaofeng's wife. After this catastrophe, the woman is heartbroken and shaped.
Song Gaofeng followed the clues and found the culprit. It was actually a woman who hated him because of love. The sword, Song Gaofeng did not hesitate, but was blocked by the woman’s father. The martial arts lord of the country is a boxing master of the name of the country, or a military commander of the border. The official relationship is deeply rooted and won the trust of the emperor. The so-called martial arts lord of the predecessor is only a kind of wrist of the emperor.
No matter how Song Gaofeng tried to fight, it was not the opponent of that person. After returning to Jianshui Mountain Villa, the woman and her father also apologized to the door. The old man of the martial arts lord, as the same person with Song Yu’s generation, was willing to On the spot, he slashed his arm and stood outside the door of the villa. He said that this was a redemption for his daughter. Song Yuzhuo, even if the swordsmanship is higher than the martial arts of the man, how can he do it? Cut off the man's arm again? Then a sword cuts the head of the woman who is in trouble?
I can only do this.
Song Gaofeng did not say a word, and even did not show up, but stayed at his wife's sick bed.
After Song Yuburn left the father and daughter, he turned around and went to tell his son about the result. Song Gaofeng closed his door and said only three words.
In the end, Song Yuzhuan knew that his son Song Gaofeng entered the magic road and cultivated a secret of the magic road. The last time he walked on the rivers and lakes, he destroyed the face, replaced the weapon, left the sword at home, and retired in the boxing master. On the day of the lord, Song Gaofeng sneaked into the mansion and was seriously wounded, but he also succeeded in handing the enemy. When Song Gaofeng returned to the village, it was already exhausted, and eventually his wife, who was dying, closed his eyes.
At that time, Song Yu was standing outside the door, and the young grandson Song Fengshan was silently guarding the bedside of the mother, without tears, without saying a word.
People in the rivers and lakes, not only involuntarily, but also involuntarily.
Song Yuzhuo’s embarrassment to Song Gaofeng was passed on to his grandson Song Fengshan, especially in Song Fengshan’s insistence on welcoming a charming woman. After the accident, Song Yuburn was completely disheartened and remorseful, so even if Song Fengshan colluded Song Yushan is still unwilling to kill the killer, and will not take control of Song Fengshan.
What Song Fengshan wants to do, Song Yuburn knows well.
That night Song Gaofeng killed some of the former martial arts lords of the DPRK, but the real culprit, but escaped, then the Emperor’s unwillingness to tear the skin with the Jianshui Villa, probably with some guilty conscience, he personally started. The matchmaker, the poor woman who spent the rest of her life, became the wife of a meritorious general in the country, and became the wife of the country with the highest rank.
Everyone knows that the old sword and the Song of Songs are talking about the rules of the rivers and lakes, so the first person of the rivers and lakes is the national sword of the water, and the emperor of the country is not worried about how to use it. As for the grandson of Song Yuzhuo, it was very young at the time, and everyone felt that the memory was vague and destined to be a big worry.
In this way, after the river and lake in the country of the water, the wind and the sun have been more than 20 years, and the martial arts lord's throne has been suspended for more than 20 years.
Until the Songfeng Mountain opened the door of the Sword Water Villa, the feast of the four parties will be honored, and the official ally will be held tomorrow.
Song Yuzhuo has no interest in the rivers and lakes, but it is by no means a matter of all things. Why have you often traveled alone on the rivers and lakes for so many years? Is it really distracting? Don't worry about your grandson's eyes?
This is not the case.
However, Song Yu burned know that one day, the black cloud will be pressed against the city, and the Jianshui Mountain Villa where the lifeblood is located will go straight to the heart. The grandson Song Fengshan will step on the boundary and will secretly become the target of the ruling and the opposition under the great situation of seemingly beautiful flowers. All of this, Song Yuburn is in addition to the knot, and there is a knot, the first knot, is the son of Song Gaofeng, the second knot, is the rules of the rivers and lakes that he is obeying, and the actions of his grandson. , South and North.
The Jianshui National Swordsman, hesitating in the heart, whether to send a sword to the court, once the sword is out, whether to provoke the emperor's majesty, Song Yuzhuo actually does not care, but it violates the heart of Song Yuzhuo.
Because the old man is deep inside, he never agrees with Song Fengshan's rivers and lakes.
All this can't be told.
Before that, the rivers and lakes were originally intended to find the martial arts predecessors who were also enemies and friends. The Wude martial arts were all towering into the clouds of the national swords, and Song Yuzhuo was not only trying to solve the sword, but also trying to solve this heart. Knot, it’s a pity that the old man who was fascinated by the sword was dead. This made Song Yuzhuo only return halfway, and then there was the encounter with the ancient temple.
The old man in black was mixed in the water, and his thoughts were soaring that he did not find the boy who had broken his fist. He had not left the waterfall for a long time.
When Song Yu burned it, it was not good. Just to find out, Chen saw that Ping An slowly walked out of the waterfall, and jumped back and forth in the leeches. The fleshy hands were already smashing the cotton cloth.
Song Yuzhuo put away those troublesome thoughts and smiled and asked: "The wine of the mountain village has already tasted the taste. Now it is in the realm of the little master, how is it better?"
But Chen Ping’s next sentence made the old man's eyes wide open.
It seems that it’s still a little bit broken. Now it’s like a punch that broke the waterfall, and it’s still not a cross.

Song Yuhuan looked at the introverted momentum of the juvenile, and the fists were like a waterfall. The old man was mistaken and said: "You are clearly the real four realities. The old man can even shoot his chest and said that he has never seen it. More solid and calm than you, and the new four worlds, Chen Pingan, how can you feel worse?!"
Chen Pingan reluctantly said: "Song old predecessors, really bad for a while, I can't say why, but I know. But now I know the general direction, there is a way to go, there will be no head like before. The flies are colliding, almost before the old dragon city, you can pull out a little bit. If you are lucky, you will be inexplicably broken when you come to the country. But my luck has not been good. The possibility of breaking into the old Dragon City is even greater."
After Song Yu burned his hands, he stopped two laps around the teenager and screamed, "There are people outside, there are days outside, and today it is a big gain."
Song Yu burned and laughed: "Go, drink, no matter what, even if it is not completely broken, it is a good thing to celebrate!"
Chen Pingan shook the wine gourd, and there was more wine, and he nodded and smiled: "Okay."
Song Yuburn suddenly asked: "The town outside the villa has a hot pot of a restaurant. It is a must. The ingredients are good enough for the guests to eat their tongues. The wine is also good. Would you like to try it? This is just the right time. After dinner, the old man has a good relationship with the shopkeeper over there, and can make a 20% discount."
Chen Pingyi can make a 20% discount, and immediately arrogantly said: "Then I will pay!"
Song Yu burned and said: "Oh? Tell me in advance, a meal in the hot pot of the restaurant, plus good wine, at least spend five or six silver."
Chen Pingan blinked, his face was not red and did not jump: "The town is a bit far from the mountain, it is better to drink in the yard."
Song Yuzhuo stretched out his thumb. "It’s really a heroic spirit!"
Chen Pingan suddenly laughed. "Go and go, why not? Go to the hot pot at lunch!"
Song Yu burned a bit, did not give Chen the opportunity to repent, and laughed loudly. When the next sentence came with me, he plunged out of the water, stepped on the tall tree and plunged all the way outside the villa.
Chen Pingan had to give up the idea of ​​shouting Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, followed closely.
When he was above the top of the otter, Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the waterfall and smiled.
On the stone wall behind the waterfall curtain, the boy sneaked a few lines of words with his fingers. From top to bottom, the line wrote a girl’s name, and the other line wrote
Chen Ping’s visit to this place.
When I came to Jianshui Villa, I had the girl next to me.
Of course, Chen Pingan only dared to secretly think so.

Mud Lane and Xinghua Alley, as long as there are red and white weddings, every neighbor is willing to take the initiative to help, this is the same rules as the graves, and the ancestors have not left anything to say. Today, there is a married couple in Xinghua Alley, who married a wealthy woman in Taoye Lane. The family of Xinghuaxiang has a good reputation. In those days, it was a good old man who was not as good as Ma’s mother. Nearly, so the table is nearly 20 tables, just give a red envelope, whether it is a piece of broken silver, or a few copper coins, can go to the table to eat, mixed with joy.
On the wine table, there are a few strange faces, which are familiar to the first person. It is an old man in an old house in Mushui Lane. The rich man is dressed in a small town. He often wanders in the town. Over time, he mixes his face, surnamed Cao, and the neighborhood. They used to call him Lao Cao. Lao Cao was sympathetic to everyone, and smiled. He didn’t have a shelf for rich people. He could talk to the surrounding people in the market for a long time, and Han Laohan, who is a family member, often squats. So, today I drank a wedding drink, wrapped a big red envelope, gave the face a face, and the old man who put on the new clothes also deliberately took the son and daughter to come to the wine.
Lao Cao took three people, all of whom were surnamed Cao, the handsome young man Cao Jun, who also lived in the Caojia old house in Muping Lane, and a pair of grandsons who rushed back to the town from a foreign town. They are said to be Lao Cao. Relatives in the capital, it looks like a mixed, like a scholar, and it seems to be a bit of a bureaucratic, of course, it may be a character of the capital.
Lao Cao is a hilarious person. He often runs around with a wine glass and runs to toast. The Cao’s grandson and grandson who are next to the table are obviously not very comfortable with this noisy scene. Ground, occasionally clip a chopsticks dish, drink a small town wine cellar, the price of shochu, but Cao Jun is relatively comfortable, one foot on the bench, self-discipline, squinting at Lao Cao with some old man called brother, smile Playful.
The old relatives of Taoye Lane, although the family is in the middle of the road, can be compared to the apricot flower alley, the family is still a lot more solid, so there are some of them, the apricots in the apricot alleys feel normal, Fulu Street peach The doorway of Yexiang is not as good as the scenery of the past, and the ordinary people can't climb as high. If it is not the son of Lao Han who has a good time, he is now working in Longquan County. Otherwise, where is this blessing, what is a daughter of Taoye Lane?
Lao Cao went to other places to mix, Cao Jun sneaked a sip of alcohol, took a deep breath, quickly caught a chopsticks and hooves, turned his head and looked at the pair of grandsons, and asked with a big official voice: "咋I don’t like to eat or drink? Otherwise, I will go back to the restaurant and go to the restaurant to eat well?"
The old man who was in a clean green shirt smiled and shook his head and said: "I don't have to pay attention to it. I just used it in Beijing. I didn't adapt to the big meat on the wedding banquet. It wasn't that I couldn't look down on the local customs. What's more, this Longquan County 槐Huang County, this is the ancestral home of my Cao family. If we are descendants, we can forget this."
Cao Jun, who is handsome and beautiful, nodded and smiled and said: "It is unfortunate for us to spread such an unreasonable ancestor."
The old man never dared to answer.
Set a family ancestor of the eleventh sword repair, even if the old man is the top minister of the Dagu dynasty, there is no courage to be discouraged.
The young man who is very romantic and different from Cao Jun, named Cao Mao, is the new kiln governor of Longquan County, the official of the ritual department, Yushu Linfeng, and has the reputation of Caojia Yushu in the official residence of Dagu. . At that time, I was greeted by the Dagu State Teacher at the 槐 驿 , , , , 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹 曹
Cao Yu returned to the seat, even if Cao Mao was subconsciously sitting upright, the old man in the green shirt was sitting in danger, put down the chopsticks, picked up the jug, and took the initiative to pour the wine for the ancestors Cao Yu, who was separated by countless generations.
Cao Yu finished drinking the wine in one breath, put down the wine glass, and watched the guests who came to the door to congratulate him. He got up and said: "Don't take advantage of the pits, let's make a seat for the people behind and leave."
A group of four people left the yard. Several courtyards near the alley were filled with wine tables. Cao Yu led the three people into the mud bottle lane and asked casually: "Your emperor returned to Beijing?"
The old man respectfully replied: "Responding to the ancestors of the ancestors, the emperor's body is squatting, and has already returned to the capital from the north of Longquan County."
When Cao Yu passed the Gujia ancestral home, he turned his head and glanced at the door-to-door, the old no-family house of the Spring Festival, and stopped. "It is said that the mother and son of this family are now taken to the Shuqing Lake by the river." The little boy, named Gu Yu, got a big chance before he left the town. He was able to control a puddle that was comparable to the ten spirits. And the watery world was climbing fast, and it was very likely to be short. Breaking the bottleneck of the ten worlds in a few short decades?"
The old man nodded: "The Daxie court has specially set up an espionage agency under the arrangement of the national teacher. It is responsible for recording the growth experience of these children in the Zhuzhu Dongtian. In addition to Gu Yu, there is also a horse in the Xinghua Lane. Zhao Wei of Lu Street, Xie parents eyebrows Xie Ling, mostly from the town, but also have the opportunity to get a chance to help the foreigner, such as the sorghum prince, a total of sixteen."
Cao Yu slowly moved forward and stopped again. "So what about these two families?"
The owner of two neighboring houses, one who has already been named Song Song on the Dalai Song family tree, just returned to the capital with the Emperor Majesty, one named Chen Pingan, who has traveled south, but has two shops in the town. There are five hills in the mountains in the west.
The old man said: "There should be no Prince Huang and Chen Ping among the sixteen."
Cao Yu sighed, "What about Li Xisheng?"
Qingshan old man, who is a big country on the top of the column, shook his head and said: "No."
Cao Yu turned his head and looked at the long and short swords of Cao Jun. "You have handed over with Li Xisheng. He took six things to repair, and let you return to a nine-day sword. How do you feel?"
Cao Jun didn't have a good air: "How else? He is amazing, I am a shackle."
Cao Yu smiled and said: "The next step is that you will soon go to the border to join the army. If you are lucky, you can stay at the side of the King of Songs, and follow the big iron ride all the way down. Maybe you have to kill the treasure in one breath. The central part of the bottle has stopped, how do you feel?"
Cao Jun straightforwardly said: "mix and eat and die."
Cao Mao, the first-class child of Daxie, admire Cao Jun this buddy. Although he seems to be about the same age as the sword repairer, he is actually a child of age. This time, he often drinks wine together and knows Cao. Jun's cynical, everything is not in the heart, is revealed in the bones, not the kind of surface kung fu.
Cao Yuli said: "If you can't kill one or two ten old kings in ten years, I will kill you by hand!"
Cao Jun clasped the back of his head with both hands and smiled at Cao Mao: "After I die, I remember to collect the corpse for me. I was buried in the fairy cemetery. I think the feng shui is good there. I am a neighbor with a statue of Buddha and Taoist. It’s a good mood to live there, because you don’t have to listen to people, your ears must be clean, and no one is disturbing.
Sadness may not be there, anger is not true, Cao Yu suddenly angered: "Xiao Wang Ba Lazi! Do you know, in order to repair your heart of the heart of the sword, the lotus pond, Lao Tzu paid what price ?!"
When Cao Jun laughed, his eyes narrowed into a slit like a fox. "Where do I know, or do you talk about it?"
Cao Yu sneered and said: "There are people like you, the same is the home of the unfortunate, the ancestral graves have more smoke, no eggs! Get out of the way, quickly go to the capital to find Song Changjing, and then go directly to the southern border, I don't want to see you again this decade. your turn."
Cao Jun said that he left and walked up, laughing and laughing, and the wind went north.
Cao Mao, the governor who knows the rules of the world, just wants to make a sound reminder that it is too late.
On the banks of the Longxu River in the south of the town, the sword shop has a sneer sneer, "not long-term things."
In the blue sky of Longquan County, there was a scene like a spring flood, and a long sword slowly rose.
"Hey, don't you give this face?"
Cao Yu’s face is gloomy, and his wrist is shaking. The green silk-like sacred flying sword is the biggest reliance of Jianxian Cao Yu, which is the most reliant of Nanpo Weizhou. It is the half-scent of the ancient gods refining a thousand miles of the river. Bing, when Cao Yu’s heart moved, the green string on the wrist did not show the true body, but it trembled slightly, and the flow overflowed with a trace of green water, and swiftly swept toward the sky where Cao Jun’s figure disappeared.
The sword that rushed from the spring eyes, smashed the sword of the broken sword, and the speed was fast, far exceeding the speed of Cao Jun’s imperial wind. If there was no accident, wait for Cao Jun to leave the old 骊The border of Zhudongtian will be smashed by a sword.
Fortunately, between the Feifei sword and Cao Jun's figure, there was a blue water of the big river, and the big river cut off the sky, blocking the way of flying swords.
A sword is wide and wide, but the river is a few miles away. The green river is folded at both ends, pressing against the sharp sword that continues to plunder, and the river pats the shore, constantly blocking the flying sword like a leaf boat. Even if the river is endless, the flying sword that the sages of the Fengxue Temple soldiers are still driving is still in the water.
Cao Jun's body shape kept on, but turned around, and the sword was squirted from the waist, just hitting the tip of the sword of the flying sword. Cao Jun’s long sword flew high and vomited a blood, but his body shape regressed at a faster speed. Fly away.
A river with a length of a hundred miles rolled into a group, and wrapped in the flying sword, the big green water in the big ball, and the sword gas rushed out, until the river was crushed and turned into a raindrop, just a drop of water. Not waiting for the ground, re-agglomerate into a green sword, leisurely return to the town Mud Lane.
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The former Sui Yu Zhou Jian Xiu, who had eaten a fist, took the opportunity to leave the battlefield. Cao Jun was so hearty and laughed: "Good winds rely on strength to send me to Qingtian! Thank you for the sage and ancestors to see you off!"
In the mud bottle lane, the old man of Cao’s Shangzhu State has mixed feelings. Although he is not a martial artist, the family guest is enshrined in the mountains, but he has seen the earth-shattering fights. Cao Mao, the dynasty supervisor of the generation of the grandson of the Cao family in Beijing, asked: "If the ancestors angered the saints here?"
Cao Yu sneered and said: "I can't beat the 12th Taoist Tianjun of Luzhou in the north. Isn't Laozi still playing a new eleventh place in Baoliangzhou? Cao Jun can lose the face of Lao Cao's family. Lao Tzu can not lose his wife. The face of the gentleman!"
At this moment, Cao’s Shangzhu State and supervisor, Cao Maocai, truly realized that the ancestors who seemed to be good in the town could become the janitor of the seaside town.
A man stands at the other end of the mud bottle alley. "Let's try it?"
Cao Yu said: "Oh, you pick the place, I pick the hour!"
The man who came from the sword shop to ask for sin did not hesitate: "In the mountains of the west, there is a mountain with a prescription of a hundred miles, and it is inaccessible. Now there is a ban on the formation of the big bang, enough for you and me to win. ""
Cao Yu nodded hard and said: "Okay, fight again in a hundred years!"
After a sigh, I spit on the ground and turned and left.
Cao Mao reached for his face.
Cao’s Shangzhu country is crying and laughing.
Cao Yubai said: "What? This is called Zhidou, you know a fart!"
Cao Yu took the lead in entering her old house. After the grandson and grandson, they just had to follow in and the door was closed.
Cao Mao and the grandfather of Dagu Shangzhuguo looked at each other and smiled. They had to leave Mud Lane and go to the Supervisory Department to secretly discuss the layout of the family.
The northern winds and rains of Baoliangzhou have started, and the situation is greatly benefiting from the Dagu dynasty. Of course, the sooner you enter the market, the greater the profit.
What's more, such as Cao's today there is a good news, the ancestor Cao Yu will stay in Baoliangzhou for a period of time, the genius Jian Xiu Cao Jun will also be enlisted in the army, and the emperor will probably read this incense more or less. Love, in the next century, Cao's regulator temple, the enemy of Yuan, is a pattern of nails on the board.

In the lonely mountain bamboo building, I was used to the old man of Cui, who was walking with bare clothes and walking barefoot. After the visit of the lotus crown, Lu Shen, he turned to the temper and put on the blue shirt of the scholar. He made a walking mountain. The bamboo sticks, a pair of mountaineering rafts, often go down the mountain to buy ancient books and stationery supplies, and the second floor of the bamboo building is arranged like a scholarly book, and the pen and calligraphy are raised whenever you have time.
Seeing the Tsing Yi children and the pink skirt girls face each other, mistakenly thinking that the old man went into flames, and then the girl in the pink dress saw the old man's ink treasure, often talked with the old man, only to find that the old man is a real master, the chess and painting are one Absolutely, it is hard work for Confucian orthodoxy.
Tsing Yi’s child is a heartless and fearful death. One heart thinks about the old man’s good practice of martial arts. He has become a big force in this small world. He can feel peace of mind and often slaps the side with the old man and tells the old man’s hidden dragon and tiger in Longquan County. Can not be taken lightly, bitterly confessed to the waves of the vast rivers and lakes, or rely on a top-notch mountain to repair as a smattering.
It is a pity that the old man is not willing to pay attention to this guy. At most, he only chats with the girls in the pink dress who ask for teaching. For the so-called martial arts, it seems that they are thrown on the ground and no longer rise. Tsing Yi’s children are indifferent, lamenting that they are not as good as asking for help, and they have to continue to practice diligently and try to digest the two superior snake stones that have entered the stomach.
Recently, I was greeted by the very busy Xinbei Yuezheng Wei Wei, who still came to the bamboo building from time to time to see the small pond that was thrown into a purple lotus seed.
In addition to the purple lotus seed that remained in Luoshan Mountain, Chen Pingan listened to Wei Wei’s suggestion. Since it was the owner of Luoshan Mountain, he left a leisure chapter on the first floor of Zhulou as a thing of victory over mountains and rivers. The seal is exactly the "Chen Eleven" engraved by Qi Jingchun. There is no mystery, but Qi Jingchun gave Chen Pingan a beautiful vision.
Above the tenth place of the martial arts, the side is the human of the gods, and can stand side by side with the mountain martial arts under the sun.
The girl in the pink dress has no more attention to this. She has almost surpassed the book box that the young Cui Wei entrusted to him. Every day, three times a day, she will secretly take out the small seal that her grandfather taught her, carefully with a satin silk scarf. wipe. Regardless of how the child in Tsing Yi was deceived, she was not allowed to score anything.
Nowadays, the girls in the pink skirts of Huang Tingguo’s Zhilan Building, with the help of Chen Ping’s gifted snake gallstones, have already broken the last threshold of the next five borders, and they are among the first places in the five realms. After that, it is the seventh view of the sea, the eighth dragon gate, the ninth golden land, the tenth child, still a long road, far away.
It’s just that compared to the Tsing Yi children who suddenly want to work hard, the girls in the pink dresses should be more natural. In addition to keeping the bamboo buildings clean every day, they will look through the books and look at the scenery. The heart of the fierce imperial river water snake, the magical incarnation of the book building, the fire, to be more casual and casual.
So now I changed to Tsing Yi children will dislike her stupidity, I do not know how to make progress.
On the night of the night, Tsing Yi children entered the practice on the cliffside. The girls in the pink dress sat on the bamboo chair and licked the seeds. The old man Cui went downstairs and moved a bamboo chair to sit next to the girl. He whispered: "Millennium Cui, Baoliangzhou The first-class book Xiangmen No, has not been able to give birth to such a spiritual fire, thus it can be seen that the opportunity is not to be sought."
The girl in the pink dress smiled and asked: "Grandpa Cui, do you say that my lord is now broken?"
The old man was gloating: "The oldest martial arts that the old man has polished out are the strongest three places. Where is it so good, it is estimated that it is still early, maybe it is to the southernmost old dragon city, and Chen Ping’s realm is still not moving, and he is honest. On the bottleneck of the three borders, every day, I drink and drink, and then become a depressed alcoholic."
The girl in the pink dress whispered: "The punch of my master is half that you taught by Grandpa Cui. The master does not break the border. How can you steal it?"
The old man laughed and said: "You, not the people in our martial arts, do not know the weight of the saying that 'the world's strongest three realms', the old man beat a six-footed peak of Cui's offering to Sun Shujian, only used five The ability of the environment, why? Because Wufu’s foundation is thick and thick, the foundation is playing poorly. If the high-rise building is swaying and the bottom is playing well, it is a famous mountain and a big mountain. It stands on the ground and is not allowed to wind or rain. What, tickle it."
The girl in the pink dress is sad: "There is no one around my grandfather to take care of, go out, do everything yourself, will he delay his training?"
The old man glanced at the back of Tsing Yi's child and then took back his sight. He looked at the worried little girl and said with emotion: "You can let the two of you get together and fight, and it is also a good practice." I don't know how to build a family. Big, Chen Ping is still able to do this, to treat people, Zhongzheng is flat. The rules of the small door small households are good, and the family style of the family is not correct, it is two different things."
The girl in the pink skirt looked up and said innocently: "If there is such a day, Grandpa Cui will help my family?"
The old man touched the head of a small fire. "Some chores, outsiders can't help."
The old man slowly stood up and stretched his finger to the distance. "Imagine if there was such a day, Chen Pingzheng opened a sect, there was a small water snake, and there was a golden thread under the belly, and the chess pier black that grew four feet and claws. Snakes, there are so many hills, once every mountain has a high man sitting in it, for example, the one who recognized Chen Ping’an, and the children who called Chen Ping’s uncle, and then you became In the eyes of the world, the Immortal House, with the elders of Zongmen, must collect the disciples of the disciples. Chen Ping’s hands gather ten people, 100 people or even thousands of people. Once the family has a dispute, his Chen’s hands are all meat. It’s not something that can be solved with one punch and one sword. How to deal with it?

The girls in the pink skirts have read the history books of various countries in the Zhilan Building. Knowing the tricks of this problem, they have lost their moods.
The old man named Cui smiled and said: "In fact, I don't have to worry too much. Chen Pingan has a little good. Maybe few people have found out..."
The girl in the pink skirt waited for a long time, but did not wait for the old man's following, could not help but ask: "Cui Grandpa, my family has so many advantages, and I do not know well?"
The old man laughed and said: "You little niece is really good, it is a big deal, especially for your lord, you can spring the rain and moisten things!"
The girl in the pink dress is a bit sullen, thinking that she can not shoot the horse, the lord is so good.
The old man sat back in the bamboo chair and stopped selling the goods. He said with a smile: "Chen Pingan is very good at speaking. Everyone who is close to him will regard this as a matter of righteousness. One day, Chen Pinghui will be on something. It becomes very difficult to talk, even the worst. When it is time, strange things will happen. Everyone will feel... guilty and afraid, not the first time to refute anything."
The girl in the pink dress quickly hugged her hands and murmured: "I don't want my lord to be angry."
The old man sighed.
After he murdered outside the bamboo building, he asked Chen Pingan with a sigh of relief. "You are practicing with me, or learning to be a person with me."
This is not only the old man’s words, but in fact, it’s not the old man with eyes above the top. He admits that he can’t calmly convince Chen Ping’s on the point of
being a man
?
If this is not the case, why is the old man willing to use Chen Pingan as a martyrdom of the boxing method.
To collect a disciple, you must collect a guy who is expected to surpass yourself in the future, one is enough! Otherwise, even if I have received a group of Jiujing and Shijing disciples? Still not a few ants under the general trend? !
The girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked: "If one day, Grandpa Cui did something wrong, then my master is angry, will you be afraid?"
The old man knocked a chestnut down on the little guy's head, then got up and left, screaming: "The little girl really can't chat!"
On the other side of the cliff, Tsing Yi’s child, who had been erecting his ears, smirked and turned his head and gave a thumbs up to the girl in the pink dress.
The girl in the pink dress made a happy heart and picked up the melon seeds. I thought this was not mys, but my family was very powerful.

Yang’s old man, Yang Jiapu, guards the small backyard year after year. For generations, the younger generation of Yang’s children, in addition to taking over the family of Yang’s family, and some of the family’s lucky ones have become hidden. The characters can know the secrets of the world, and carefully guard the old man to guard the secret. The rest of the Yang family, who are sick and dying, or the pharmacy folks who come in and out, will only know that Yangjiapu has such a Just like the old predecessors of the same age, only know that the elderly are not leaving home all the time, the temperament is eccentric, it is not easy to deal with, but it is very good to treat people and save people. Of course, it is expensive, otherwise you are the one who wants to go out. If you can't afford the money, then prepare the coffin. Anyway, the coffin shop is on a street.
Yang Laotou still smokes dry smoke in the backyard today, but he has a novel written in the book, which is from the novelist. It was once one of the nine streams and ten of the world, but with the passing of time. Like the Mohist school, one of the four major scholars, it is no longer a scholarly school. The novelist has also become one of the most common philanthropists, mostly writing some unseen eunuchs and wild history, as well as the savory people who love the secular people. In the past, many of the emperors’ reputations in history have been praised by novelists. In the end, the most familiar things in the later generations are not the best way to govern the country, but what nights are the ten daughters, and no women are not happy. For example, some Confucian sages who are almost independent and convinced that they are immortal, will stay overnight in the nunnery, and finally become an old and shameless old man, and the morality of this person’s moral article is perfect. Empty talk and laughter.
Therefore, there was a Confucian teaching sage, and I had to resent my voice: "The last novelist, the first mistaken country!"
It is only the ritual that is enacted and in charge of the rules of the world. This is still the same as the attitude of the Yaozu, giving the greatest tolerance.
Therefore, at this moment, Yang Laotou, who is reading the novel, is not accustomed to the dispute between the two sides of the Middle-earth Shenzhou. Most of them are the purpose of the "four", and the four characters, Yang Laotou. Willing to give a thumbs up and say a good word. The "three", which was clearly named as Yasheng, was actually only the third highest-ranked Confucian saint in the Temple of Literature. Yang Laotou was very uncomfortable. He believed that it was most appropriate to describe this person by his righteousness.
Yang Laotou’s novel, which is full of faint ink and fragrance, was purchased from the bookstore on the side of Longquan County, and there were many famous experiences of rivers and lakes. When they were in a state of adversity, There are always a few words of arrogance, nothing more than resentment of those who do not open their eyes. Yang Laotou seems to be very happy every time he sees these, but finally closes the books, hehehe said: "You young people, let go God, please."
After laughing, the old man put away the books, swallowed the clouds, and then shook out a small object that looked like a small temple from the sleeves, fell to the ground, thought about it, knocked on the ground with a bamboo rod, softly Road: "Song Qing, you come out."
On the ground, on the doorstep of the small temple, there was a blue smoke rolling out. It quickly became a look of an old man with a vicissitudes of life. After seeing the old man, he was stunned and said: "By the gods."
Yang Laotou turned a deaf ear, just told him: "Allow you to leave this place, within the territory of Baojuanzhou, you still have the realm of the year, your trip is to protect the Taoist brother Cao Jun of the mud bottle lane, as long as Cao Jun is fully repaired. The heart of the lake, Jianchi, the son of Song, who is in your veins, must rise in this general trend and enjoy the glory of the world for at least a hundred years. Since then, the situation of your children and grandchildren has no way to call for help."
The old man is just a ghost shape, but there is still a blue smoke to hang the waist for the long sword. There is no sword, but the sword is full. It is obvious that the old man must be a swordsman during his lifetime. After hearing the promise of Yang Laotou, the old man Lucy, once again shouted: "Thank God for grace!"
Yang old man then waved his sleeves, and suddenly there was a piece of golden charm all over the body of the smoked old man. It was a talisman to ensure that the old man and the old man walked between the heavens and the earth. The latter’s soul was soaring, the momentum was soaring, the sword was full, if not the old man spit out A large smog of smoke, I am afraid that I will be angry with the bulls, and I will be shocked by all the martial arts in Longquan County.
Yang Laotou said: "Go, Cao Jun has now gone to Datun Jingcheng, you can straighten out to tell him about it. Song Qing, if you dare to break the rules, don't you say that Song Qing is flying on the spot, I promise you. This pulse of Song's sedge, in addition to the roots, wants your incense to be cut off, and there will be no trace of your Song's pulse in the next millennium."
The old man clenched his fist and said: "Don't dare to offend the god!"
Yang old man sneered: "More than nothing, I will look at you."
The old man died and died.
After Yang’s old temple disappeared, Yang’s head looked up and looked at the thick sky in Haoran’s world. He had no words for a long time. Finally, he said helplessly:
There are gods in the top three feet, people are watching the sky. If so, then How is this?"

On the second floor of a restaurant outside the town of Jianshui Mountain Villa, sitting in the window, sitting opposite the old and the young, eating hot pot, the table is full of dishes, spring bamboo shoots, yellow throat, lamb, goose intestines, duck blood ......
Of course, there are two pots of good wine, as well as a dish of fresh spicy sauce, which is red and can make the scalp of the person who does not eat spicy numb. Chen Pingan was actually not so spicy, but couldn’t help Song’s predecessors to persuade him to say that there are no more than seventy-eight kinds of homemade hot sauces in the restaurant. One of them is a pity, and Chen Ping’s scalp is all over the plate. A spoon.
Since Song Yuzhu never appeared in the real estate of the mountain village and the town, so the chubby restaurant owner, I don’t know what the country is, but I don’t even know the old master of the swordsmanship villa. Brother, is an expert who knows how to eat, will not live up to his hot pot and good wine, so when I saw the old man with friends, I was very happy, personally took them to the second floor, picked a good seat, From the beginning to the end of the dish, the wine is not used in the store, all of them are the shopkeepers.
Chen Pingan was full of sweat and full of red face, but the enemy is not the current food, and then, this time is his own checkout, do not eat as much as possible, Chen Ping's heart is not strong.
Song Yuzhu looked at the teenager who was letting go of his stomach, and when he couldn’t help but eat spicy, he would still be stupid to drink a bite of wine, spicy and spicy, really want to die, but chopsticks are not willing to let go, stare In the hot pot, you can immediately chop the food of the chopsticks. Song Yuzhuo is in a good mood. Compared with the past, he used to sit alone and drink. The old man’s chopsticks are actually much faster.
Song Yu-shuang brought up a glass of wine and no longer claimed to be an "old man". Suddenly said: "Chen Pingan, in fact, according to the old rules, I should not appear in the water. Wufu broke the ground, just like the retreat on the mountain." I am afraid to hate outsiders, so I am taking a shot."
The old man drank a glass of wine.
Chen Pingan quickly slammed the wine glass and swallowed the food in his mouth. He also accompanied a drink and poured a cup to retaliate with the old man. "If it is not the old predecessor, I am sure that today I will not be able to cross the threshold of the four borders. I Should respect the old man a glass of wine."
The old man also followed a drink.
Song Yu burned to the scenes on the streets outside the window, and occasionally there will be eyes for a while, some of them will look at him, his face will change slightly and quickly bow.
Song Yu burned a smile and took back his sight. "The reason why I went to the waters at the time was that I had to tell you face to face, whether you can break the border today, you must leave the villa tonight, and you can't participate in the martial arts main ceremony tomorrow.

Chen Pingan still poured wine, but the speed of the chopsticks was slowed down. He whispered: "Someone wants to be bad for the villa?"
Song Yu-siu didn’t have a Tibetan Mastiff, and he smiled calmly:
There is a great deal, and it’s very loud, but it’s nothing to do with Chen’s peace.

The old man toasted and sipped. "This is not to look down on you and your friends, but some chores in Jianshui Villa. It is not convenient for friends from the rivers and lakes to intervene, but no matter what, as a master, they are escorting the guests. Kind, so I still need to take a penny. You are safe and free."
Chen Pingan was really casual, just toasting a small sip of wine.
The old man did not care about this. He continued to pick up a chopsticks and tender goose intestines. After a while in the hot pot, he put it in a hot sauce dish, gently stirred it, and rolled it in the hot sauce. Put the chopsticks in your mouth.
Chen Ping’s words are stopped.
Song Yu burned and laughed: "Let's just eat, don't talk about things. There are only beautiful beauty in the world, and the three things can't live up to."
Chen Pingan buried himself and occasionally drank alcohol.
There is nothing in the world.
The hot pot is delicious, and there is also the last chopsticks.
Full of satiated food, Chen Ping put down the chopsticks, a pot of wine has also been finished, this is Chen Pingtou back to drink a full pound of wine, not to mention the face, the ears and neck are red, drunk Said: "The father and daughter of Hengdao Mountain Villa, it seems that there is no trouble to find me."
Song Yu burned softly and laughed: "The green mountains and green waters come to Japan. The same is true of rivers and lakes. Fortunately, you are not a gentleman, you will soon leave, and you may not come back later, otherwise some are troublesome."
Song Yu burned up the matter. "The water storm, you seem to have a sigh of anger. I am a bit strange. If I am a Song Jiang, it is just a common river and lake. From the perspective of the beholder, it is reasonable to say that I don’t know. Under the premise of your roots, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Mountain Villa, a well-known master of rivers and lakes, can treat you with a courtesy, not only without arrogance, but also apologize for his daughter, why do you still seem to Some... not convinced?"
Chen Pingan hit a full stomach and took off his sword at the waist, but did not drink, thinking for a moment, right color: "I don't have a view on Wang Yiran, but I think there is something wrong with this head."
Song Yu burned curiously: "What is the answer?"
Chen Pingan subconsciously drank another drink, and by the dizzy wine, slowly said: "I have heard an old gentleman telling the order, I have not read the book, not much literacy, so I understand very well. Shallow, but when it’s okay, I’d like to take these studies out, think about it, think that there is a right or wrong, of course, it’s also big and small. You can’t take a back pair to cover up the mistakes in the front, even if the back is big. The mistake in the front is very small, or you have to smash the small mistakes on the front, and the truth is completely explained. The right ones can really stand firm. It’s like... one can’t jump Walking."
"But I have figured out this thing, it may not make sense, because I have a lot of books in the south, and I don't talk about it in the book, so I have never been right or wrong. But if I follow my The reason, the thing that applies to the water raft is that you don’t have to apologize to me, just let your daughter stand up and say sorry to me, three words will do, otherwise, at the end, you Wang Yiran’s grand rivers and lakes Master, apologize to others, do I have to accept it? Even if I step back and are willing to accept, then your daughter is not wrong? I don’t think so, you Wang Yiran is doing it right, your daughter’s Words and deeds, wrong, is wrong. Today is the case, tomorrow is so, the next ten years will be replaced by other people, the sickle woman named Wang Coral, she may still be wrong."
Chen Pingyi, carrying a wine gourd, scratched his head with one hand, "Song Laos, these are what I casually talked about, nonsense, let you laugh."
Song Yu was first stunned, then stunned, and finally his face was full of sorrow. He only felt that the river and lake he had identified was overwhelming.
In the end, Song Yu burned back to this life, especially the memory of his son Song Gaofeng. The old man was reluctant to think about it, and he was even more reluctant to go deep into the grudges, but until today, this old man Only when I found out my heart, in what place, why do I feel so remorseful, but I never know why I am not happy.
The old man with red eyes, shaking and lifting the chopsticks, picked up a chopsticks food from the bottom of the hot pot, slowly chewed it in his mouth, and gradually got some smile on his face.
The old rules and regulations of the old rivers and lakes are regarded as the rules of the golden age. It turns out that there are also some wrong places!
What was wrong with my son Song Gaofeng that year? Even if there is a mistake, it is also the dog-mother-foster of the rivers and lakes is wrong!
It was the former Wulin League leader who was born in the sand field. The grievance was not the one thing!
It’s your daughter, who owes me the son of Song Yu, and owes me a daughter-in-law, sorry!
In the face of a young man, Song Yu, who was full of old tears and humiliated, slowly put down the chopsticks, stood up, and laughed at Chen Pingan: "This meal, my Song Yu burned for me. Son and daughter-in-law, please take care of me at Jianshui Villa!"
The second floor of the restaurant suddenly disappeared.
Because of the seven words of Song Yu and Jian Shui Villa!
Because this means a half-seat romantic river in the country.
The old man finally hugged Chen’s fist:
I have something to talk to my grandson, and I will go back to Zhuangzi first. I may not be able to say goodbye to you later, then it’s still the old saying of the rivers and lakes, the green hills are not changing, the green water is flowing, I hope that there will be a period of time. !"
Chen Pingan stood up in a foggy water and saw the old man plucking out the window and swept away on the ridge.
Song Yu burned the rusted iron sword for many years. The old man was in full view today, flying all the way to the gate of the villa, and then striding through the entrance, ignoring any compliments, directly in a building The small courtyard where people lived for many years found the young man who was standing in the distance and closed his eyes, and his grandson Song Fengshan.
Song Fengshan opened his eyes and said nothing, just as he was young when he was young.
Song Yu burned off the waist iron sword, holding it with one hand and handing it to Song Fengshan, who was indifferent to his face. The latter asked: "Why?"
Song Yu burned and said: "This is the sword of your high spirits in Song Dynasty. If you inherit the father's business, you should hand it to your Song Fengshan."
Song Fengshan did not reach out and pick up the sword. He smiled and said: "Oh, it’s a strange thing. First, Grandpa, you come in advance to celebrate the grandson’s ally, and now I am giving me a broken iron sword. How, Grandpa finally wants to unload The burden of the Swordsman and the old masters of the Shui Shui Villa, want to have a grandson?"
After the young man’s hands were negative, his eyes were sharp and his face smiled.
It’s just embarrassing. I don’t want to tell my grandfather a bad news. The emperor’s majesty personally made a few secrets. The court’s army is nearly 10,000, and it’s already in the state. After the external assembly is completed, I am sure that the army will press the border and annihilate the new lord of the rivers and lakes. My grandfather, grandson does not expect you to help, really, this is the true words of the grandson, just ask the grandfather to stand by from the beginning to the end. Just ask you not to give me another sword."
Song Yu burned his gaze at his grandson's face, and laughed loudly. He took a step forward and took a heavy slap on his shoulder. He did not hide his smile and gratification. The old man's voice was low: "It is Song Gaofeng and Liu Qian." Son! Grandpa knows that this leader is the husband of the woman, the general of the Chu.
Song Fengshan was full of doubts and his brows were wrinkled.
Song Yu burned and laughed: "Since the woman who is sore and poisonous has to take a chance, just take this opportunity. I have a reason for Song Yuzhuo. I want to tell the rivers and lakes and the court!"
The old man’s eyes were wet, and he still clenched with one hand. He lifted the remaining hand and gently smoothed his grandson’s frowning face. He muttered:
For so many years, Grandpa should do something for you.

The young man stepped back, lowered his head, raised one hand and blocked his face with his arms.
The old man whispered: "Fengshan, from now on, Grandpa will not tell you the old rules, but in the end I hope you listen once, the old rivers and lakes are wrong with the old rivers and lakes, but those things right, good Things, I hope that you will be in the rivers and lakes in the future, and don't negate the whole thing."
The old man will live and die the old iron sword that he did not want to take over, put it on the stone table in the courtyard, and then walked alone to the courtyard door. During the period, the old man looked to the side of the small courtyard, but the old man still did not say it.
Song Fengshan’s voice hoarse and asked:
Grandpa, where are you going?

The old man strode forward and smiled: "Grandpa's sabre has stayed in the pool under the waterfall for so many years, to get the sword!"
Until the old man went away, Song Fengshan stood in the same place, motionless.
The door in the courtyard slowly opened, and a young woman came out and asked, "Do you not stop Grandpa?"
Song Fengshan wiped his tears and reached down and gently pressed the sword on the table. He smiled confidently: "Since we have been planning, everything is under control. Do you not want to see one person and one sword, blocking the front, Wan The army is not in front? Anyway, I am a grandson, I think, I have been thinking about it for so many years."
The young woman is strange: "How do the ancestors figured it out?"
Then the woman was somewhat worried. "In the future, the ancestors of the village may not like it."
Song Fengshan coldly said: "The big deal will let Grandpa stab a few swords. When it is not good, I will take out this sword that I am jealous, and see the old man who is not willing to squat again!"
The woman joked: "Hey, I haven't called my grandfather for more than 20 years. Today, the sun is coming out to the west, one bite, and it's very smooth."
Song Fengshan glanced back.
The young woman smiled.
She is actually a big slain, and one day, when the horseshoes step on the territory of the central part of Baojuan, she can hang out in the bright light, and the big scorpion court awarded the Taiping no card to the mountain people.
This point, Song Fengshan knows well.
On the second day, the election of the new martial arts lord of the Shushui State was held in Jianshui Mountain Villa as scheduled.
From a state town in the country of Shushui to the road of the swordsmanship, the horses are galloping, dusty, and covering the sky.
Among the army, there was a general who was wearing a bright and heavy armor, riding a high-headed horse. The man’s mouth was smiling and looking up. He was full of ambitions. After the Pingshui Villa was flattened by the shit, he himself. It is the first person to be well-deserved in the country.
The general suddenly squinted.
Before the army.
An old man in black, known as the Jianshui National Swordsman, took the sword from the waterfall and stopped in front of the army.
Just behind the old man, there is a back-sword teenager who is hanging a wine gourd at the waist.
Before giving a punch to the army, the youngster took off the sword and took a swig of wine on his head.