Chapter 333: Dojo in the snail shell

Most of the world's hermit rangers are eccentric, and they can't be used for common sense.
Chen Pingan is not curious about the hidden blue-shirter.
Just like Liu Zong, a former sharpener, the road under the feet of everyone is so wide, not a small intestine, not a single-wood bridge. Everyone walks, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Outside the inn, the man in the green shirt was not far away. In fact, he was kneeling at the door outside the inn, next to the thin dog. The man turned his head and looked at the dog. He felt that he was living worse than it, and he thought for a while. I want to sing a poem, but I have been searching for a long time, and I have not been able to make a masterpiece that has been ridiculed by a small scorpion as a "selling poem". The man comforts himself in his heart. It doesn't matter, the article is natural, the hand is not even strong.
The second floor of the inn.
Chen Pingan is hesitant and asks if he wants to ask Zhu.
The reason is that he wants to stay in this big spring dynasty for a while, there is only one Wei Wei around, and he can protect his money at most. It is difficult to get a handle. Once in the danger of being in the blessings of the flowers, all parties are enemies, and Chen Ping is worried. An error occurred while busy.
After Chen Pingping successfully selected Wei Wei from a picture, he did not move the second one. It was not a painful rain, ten rains, and a Nanyuan country founding emperor. The enemy, once the first person in the world, Chen Pingan did not steal the music even if he could hold it.
At that time, the reason why the bottom line was fixed on the ten valleys of rain money was not that Chen Ping felt that Wei Wei’s flow was only worth the price, but at that time, he was afraid that the last time he met as if he was in a bad mood, he gave the picture, but he raised it. Can't afford, the old man is not bad rules, but also disgusting, Chen Pingan can not always bet on.
Gu Yuqian, after all, is the rarest of the three kinds of fairy money, one is equivalent to one million two silver, a small Yinshan, and annexed the Great Dynasties after the Lushi Dynasty, known as the national power crown in the northern part of Baojuan, one What is the annual tax? 60 million two silver. Of course, this is just the silver that Daxie Song has put on the table.
These days, the soldiers did not move. From the words of the little children who carried the golden swords, Chen Pingxiang chewed the unusual meaning. The guy clearly had to hang himself, and he was in the martial arts Zhu Zhu’s painting. on. The old man estimated that it was because of the face. He only dug a small pit for Chen Ping, and the little boy made a big hole.
Chen Ping put the rest of the rain money on hand, picked up one and gently dropped it into the picture.
Clouds rise and rise, never tired of it.
On the first floor lobby, the old man on the side of the curtain knocked on the tobacco rod, stood up, came to the counter, and blinked at the door. "It’s not easy."
The woman absently moved the abacus. "Three Lords, how many times have you been smashed? I have a few in my heart, and I will not really provoke him."
The elbow of the old man leaned on the counter and swallowed the clouds. He said: "If you really like it, you will be remarried. If you don't agree, I will give you back."
The woman was awkward and angry and said: "Sanye, what do you say, how can I like him?!"
The old man said indifferently: "I don't know how good it is. Although I don't know the roots, I can't see the young people in the depths. How many can there be at the Daquan border? You can shave your beard, maybe you can make do with it. ""
The woman directly ignored the latter sentence, lifted her chin, and pointed to the room on the upper floor of Chen’s room. "Can you have a few? Sanye, this young foreigner wearing a white robe and hanging red gourd, together with that. I’m not close to the heights and depths? No, outside the store, isn’t this just three?

The old man slammed his face and said that he would go back to the kitchen and give himself some food to eat. He worked hard to treat the five internal organs. "Be a good heart, you should be widowed for so many years."
The woman has long been accustomed to the temper of the old man and whispered to the old man. "No matter what, the three people upstairs are benefactors. You should not make a claim, give people medicine, go back to the two Rangers, and strip them off." Clothes, thrown into the door of Fox Town overnight, so good two big men, to you become a yellow flower girl, almost hanging."
The old man whispered his mouth: "It is not the Lord who is full of evil. I am giving medicine to others. I am afraid that you will give birth to medicine, be fascinated, and do whatever you want."
The woman slaps a slap in the face. "The ivory can't be spit out in the dog's mouth."
The old man is a person who likes to be more real. "You ask the wealthy outside the door. Can it spit out ivory?"
The woman said, "I am not a dog. I can’t talk to Wangcai, not like you."
The old man used a cigarette rod to order a woman. "Who will see you later, the coffin board of his ancestors will not be able to hold back."
The woman can not care about these words, and I have been in the market for many years, and I have been in the hotel for so many years. I am entertaining the guests from all directions. The words are smashed, with knives, and with vinegar. I haven’t seen anything, and I’m down, "The big demon, that Wouldn't it be killing this person?"
The old man shook his head. "If it is really the number one general of Songshui Lake Water God, hehe, there is only a stream of fairy tales, only this can be able to withstand the sky. Although this scholar who is a lover, it is certainly not simple, but it is not so strong. It is not a college. A few old masters who have been asked by the university. Those Confucian sages who have done such a righteous act will not hide their heads and hide, nor do they need to hide them?"
The woman fell into meditation.
The old man finally persuaded: "Oh, let's not say two times, and finally I will marry you once. I think that the lonely readers are a little bit ugly, ugly, and have a little bit of a mouth. They are not doing a good job. In fact, they are all OK, it’s a young man..."
The woman turned her face and pulled out a word from her teeth. "Roll!"
The humpback old man’s face was as usual, and he turned and left.
The vicissitudes of the face are like a knotted old bark. If there is a mosquito bite, it is estimated that the old man frowns slightly and can pinch it.
The hands and hands are covered with old hands, and after the hands are negative, the left hand is holding the right wrist, and the right hand is holding the old tobacco rod.
The old man seems to say to himself: "At night, the cat in the big winter is called Chun, and it’s strange. The little nephew asked me today."
The woman's face was reddish, her teeth were cut, and she said: "The old and unfair thing, live a lifetime bachelor!"
Xiaozizi just finished the dinner table and heard the last conversation between the old camel and the proprietress. He looked curious and said: "The boss wife, what the is going on? We don’t have a cat at the inn. Is it a wild cat that slips into the inn from the outside? If I caught it, not a meal, I said, the kitchen often has fewer chicken legs and hoes. It should be that it smacks and steals. The boss wife, you can rest assured, I must take it out..."
The woman took out a feather duster from behind the counter and slammed it into the head of the little scorpion. "Come out, I will let you out!"
She still didn't get rid of the gas, bypassed the counter, and the teenager who was uncomfortable with her legs and legs was chasing after a while, and her little sister-in-law had some quick steps.
She lost her feather duster and hesitated. She squatted upstairs, slowed down and walked back and forth. She couldn’t hear anything, went back to the lobby on the first floor, and stayed for a while, going to the old hunchback behind the curtain. On the site, I smashed a piece of dry meat in the stove, and took a small pot of green plum wine for half a year. I went outside the inn and saw the lonely scholar who was kneeling beside the dog. He gave a voice in the green shirt man. After looking up, he threw the wine and meat to him, and said coldly: "One or two silver, remembered in the account, not white to send you."
Until the woman crossed the threshold and walked into the lobby, the man in the green shirt regained his gaze and said: "Wangcai, do you know what this is called? This is the most difficult thing to accept."
He tore a small piece of meat to the prosperous wealth at the foot, and then touched his beard. "If this is a shave, is it still?!"
When the woman walked up the second floor, Chen Pingan gently pressed the scroll and turned to look at the door.
Fortunately, the woman did not knock on the door.
When she went down the stairs, Chen Ping began to save money.
Chen Pingan took a sigh of relief into the scrolls of twelve valleys.
Still can't let Zhu Conceal show up.
Chen Pingan picked up his hand and raised his sword. He remembered that there was no wine before entering the inn, and he could only put it down gently.
The old dragon city Song Shi Yin Shen paid the bamboo slips, took out ten valley rain money, Feiyingbao Lutai branch, paid Chen Pingan twenty, plus the ups and downs of the trip, Chen Pingan has a total of twenty-nine For the rain, for the Wei Wei, the paintings were eaten eleven and the remaining eighteen.
There are only six valleys of rain on the table.
The martial arts Zhu Zeng is still "swinging" in the painting for the time being, and refuses to go out, then the other two, the magical teacher Lu Baixiang, the only woman in the history of Huanfufu, the right side of the sword, and Chen Pingwei How many are you coming out?
Chen Ping sighed and squinted at the smiling old man.
If you lose it inside, you can really ruin your family. Although snowflake money and small summer money have accumulated a lot, it is just a number. After the real conversion into the rain, it has shrunk seriously.
Chen Pingan was helpless. He put the picture in the fifteenth of Feijian, opened the door, went downstairs to drink alcohol and relieved boring. Previously, in order to carry Wei Wei upstairs, he forgot to put wine into the sword, and shook the empty ginger. "The pot", Chen Pingan thought that the little boy with the huge golden gourd, the heart of the abdomen, said the rest of the world's six "most" how to raise the sword, the little boy carrying the one, it will not be the best to drink Right?
Chen Ping’an was not clear at the moment, but he was accidentally guessed. In fact, he only guessed half of it.
The golden sword, named "Baiquan", did contain the most water in the water under the sun. It was the water of the East China Sea. For this reason, the entire East Sea water surface fell a few feet.
Therefore, there is a poor show that can not help but be amazed, plus the last half of the fart: small gourd, can raise thousands of dragons, Tao Zushan, great good, old good.
Of course, it is also possible to say that it is because of sitting with the old man and destroying the lotus leaf of the lotus hole.
Zhongshen Shenzhou, the literary temple known as the Confucian
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, those who still stand tall on the platform of the gods, can’t do this kind of thing, destroy people’s things, and then Selling a rogue, but his was moved out of the old man of the Temple of Literature, and it was natural to do it. It was more natural than the Taoist people in Bai Yujing.
When I got to the downstairs, the boss lady smiled.
Handsome, rich, and temperament, the more women look at Chen, the more they keep their eyes.
Chen Pingan wanted a five-year-old Xiaotan Qingmei wine, and poured it into the sword in front of the boss.
In the eyes of women, raising a sword is just a vermilion wine gourd. Capricorn is light and worthy of money. But at first glance, it is the love of at least two generations, and it will be used as an old object.
The woman held her shackle with one hand and sat on the bench with her side. She turned her head and looked at the young man with a steady hand when pouring wine. Her cheeks were reddish and the wine scent had not faded. She asked: "The son." Drinking in a bowl is not more trouble-free? If you have finished drinking this pound of wine, don’t you have to go to the gourd again?

However, even if she did, she still took the pot of wine and came to drink. She did not forget to bring the three dishes to the dishes, and of course there were two pairs of chopsticks.
Chen Pingan laughed and said: "I also drink this amount of wine. Even if I finish drinking, I don't have to install it."
The woman smiled and said: "The amount of alcohol from your friend is really good."
Chen Pingan is a bit shameful, thinking that Wei Wei is a founding emperor, too shameful.
Chen Pingan seems to ask at random: "Since the Yaojiabian army is so famous in the border customs, the proprietress can know what big people Yao family has today?"
The woman raised her brow, "Hey, son, shouldn't you be a spy of the Northern Jin Dynasty?"
Chen Ping pointed to the upstairs. "Is there a spy like me? I have a friend who will drink like this? I still follow a child?"
The woman nodded. "It’s also true. If the Northern Jin Dynasty is a spy like a son, there are so many good fights, and it’s too peaceful.

Some of her drinks were high, she stretched her arms, and she couldn't hold the sauce in a plate twice. Chen Ping gently pushed the plate over. She flattered her eyes and simply put down the chopsticks. "With you." It’s fine to say something. It’s good to teach you these southern barbarians and know that our Daquanbian army is amazing.

She had a cellar and didn't feel any embarrassment. "The general, Yao, who was on horseback for the rest of his life, is one of the generals of our big springs. There are three children and two women under the knees. Unfortunately, the son died two. One, the daughter died. The youngest daughter, married to the capital, a rare good family, said that it is a combination of heaven and earth, a fairy marriage. There are a lot of grandchildren, the most promising, there are two, grandson called Yao Xianzhi, listen When he was ten years old, he was enlisted in the military. His granddaughter was called Yao Lingzhi, and even more, Xiwu talent had heard all over the border."
Chen Pingan curiously said: "How do you end with the word ''?'"
The woman smiled: "The word generation."
Chen Pingan became more and more confused. "Don’t divide the word, shouldn’t it be in the middle? Isn’t your big spring different?

The woman did not have a good air: "I know the ancestral rules of the wealthy Yao family, and it is not a bit strange to have rich people?"
Chen Pingan tentatively asked: "Yao's iron riding reputation is so big, there must be a lot of jealous people in your big spring?"
The woman gave a blank glance. "You ask me, who am I going to ask? Ask the emperor to kneel down?"
She laughed and laughed at herself. "There is also the emperor's old man who can get my face. When I am in the palace, the age is big, so I am the emperor. Maybe the bed is made of gold. of……"
Perhaps it was finally said something that made people feel good. The woman raised her glass and sighed: "The road is narrow and wide, and I am going to accompany the son."
Chen Ping’s eyes lit up and smiled and said: "I remember to write down this sentence, say it well, go one!"
The two each drank the remaining wine in the bowl.
There was a green shirt on the doorstep, and the men and women who were stalking at the wine table and talking about each other were full of resentment and broken thoughts.
"Good dogs don't block!"
A big slamming door rang, and the man who fell into the book was smashed by a man, and the three men with their waists slashed into the lobby.
For the first person, the body is strong, in the winter season, but also deliberately reveal some chest muscles, sitting on the bench on the left side of Chen Pingan, the two men under the man’s hands are familiar with the wine and the bowl, and the two sit. The bench, a table, was filled in an instant. The strong man did not want a white bowl handed over by a young knife. He grabbed the wine bowl in front of the woman, poured a bowl of green plum wine, splashed the wine, sipped it, wiped his mouth, and suddenly he covered his stomach with one hand. With a horrified face, a hand trembled at the woman, and trembled: "This wine is not right... the wine is poisonous..."
Two young people across the table suddenly pressed the handle and his face was white.
The woman is not very airy: "Ma Ping, are you in your head? Is it too much to eat at lunch today, just poisoned in the sputum, and then your brain is broken?"
The Sabre man smiled and returned to his normal face. "Just make a joke, and you are still a good person."
Two young colleagues around me, scared to drink and shocked.
The man squinted at Chen Ping, who was in the way. "Kids, He Fangren?
The woman just had to talk, and Chen Ping had already taken the pass from her arms and gently placed it at the table of the sickle.
After the man picked it up, he looked at the top and bottom of the large and small, densely printed Zhu Yin, and said: "The seal is really a lot, have you gone so far?"
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile.
The man looked at his appearance and came to the air. He was used to the humble knees and charming smiles of the people in Fox Town. He came here so that he would not sneak his head and bow his head. The key is that he looks pretty, just thinking about finding a way to clean up this. Kid, I am good to teach him that this is the land snake of Fox Town. The next mountain tiger meets him, and he has to squat. He crosses Jianglong and is honest. No one else has a look at the inn with the hotel. .
The woman suddenly asked: "I heard that there is a haunt in the town? Who is this konjac?"
When it comes to this awkward thing, Ma Ping is not interested, throwing the customs clearance to the little white face, drinking a mouthful of wine, snoring and snoring: "It’s true that he is evil, it used to be a disaster for foreigners, this time. It turned out that the town itself was poisoned, and Liu Laoer, who only has one arm, knows that the old man who often watches the feng shui is completely mad. In this weather, no clothes during the day, I ran on the street and said that I was too hot. I had to lock him up. I didn’t have a room to urinate in a few days. It’s stinking, I’m awake now, I’m not thinking about those weird words, brothers. This is not to think about coming over quickly, with Jiu Niang, you want to ask for a few bowls of green plum wine, strong and strong yang, and rushing into the air."
The woman frowned. "Is this tidy? The last time you brought the masters from the county capital, did you give them a sacred charm? How do you brag about me, saying that it is a character?" , Wan Gui retreat '?"
The strong man turned his head and vomited a thick sip. "The master of is a liar. Lao Tzu also gave a pit. Han catching his head didn't wear shoes for me during this time."
Ma Ping spit out a sigh of gas, squeezed out a smile, and reached out to touch the woman's little hand. The woman refused to let her back, and did not let him succeed. Ma Ping smiled and said: "Jiu Niang, you think I am this. How many people are like? Is it a fox town with a face and a face? Make a lot of money, the family is innocent, but also practiced Wu, there is an endless force, you are not heart-warming? Jiu Niang, don't wipe your face Your big brother is not the kind of old-fashioned person, don't care about your past."
The woman smiled.
After a few drunken scorpions, I wanted to lick the oil and gave the woman a sneak peek. Ma Ping and the two colleagues caught up with a table of dishes and drank a lot of food. It was full of mouthfuls. It looked like it was clear. The autumn wind came, and finally it was still not going, the three went to sleep upstairs, saying that it was Minger and then returned to Fox Town.
Chen Pinghai sat down at the table next door. When the woman was packing up, she sat next to Chen Pingan and exhaled a breath. It seemed to be a little lacking. She smiled bitterly: "This horse is the head of Fox Town. He For generations to come, this kind of business has been smeared with the official residence. It’s a big place, the so-called official, the biggest official hat, but it’s just a sesame official who doesn’t go into the clear stream. The rest are awkward, not counted. Officials can be bigger than the sky."
Hearing the money outside, he gently opened the door, squatted down, his head drilled in the gap between the railings on the second floor, and sneaked at the two guys underneath. The result was finally pulled out, trotting down the stairs, just approaching the wine table. I heard that the woman was in trouble with Chen Ping’s complaints about the little ghosts in the officialdom. He said that those who catch the fast often come to the inn to eat and drink. She can only spend money to buy a safe, otherwise it can be like.
The money was stolen, the mouth opened, and I had to endure for a long time. Finally, I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. "Send money to buy peace, buy a peace... Oh, no, I have to laugh, stomachache……"
Chen Pingan stood up and came to the side of the money. "Does it hurt?"
The money that was pulled out of the ear immediately stopped laughing, and pity said: "The stomach does not hurt, the ear hurts..."
The woman was confused and she didn't know what the chubby little girl was laughing at.
Chen Pingan said goodbye to the woman, pulling the ears of money all the way, walking toward the stairs, saving money and covering his heel with his head, not daring.
When I walked up the stairs, I let go of the money-sucking ears. When I got to the door of the room, I turned and told the money: "You are not allowed to go out."
Money rubbed his ears and nodded.
After Chen Pingan closed the door, he saved money and stood by the railing. He just looked at the woman who looked up and looked at it. He screamed and slammed back to his house and slammed the door.
Outside the hotel, the sun sets, some people come to the horse, is a cardamom girl, ponytail, looks feminine, but has a fine atmosphere, carrying a horse bow, hanging a waist knife, she will be the horse Just outside the door, obviously not worried about losing.
The green lover also teased the dog outside the door.
The girl looked at the man, did not go to the heart, walked into the lobby, looked around and saw the woman with a surprised face, she was somewhat unhappy, stopped and said to the woman: "Grandpa wants me to tell you, recently Don't open the inn, it's not healthy here."
Before the girl, the woman did not have a little bit of awkwardness. She was as dignified as the one who came out of the world. She put her finger on her mouth and indicated that there was an ear on the wall. Then she whispered: "Lingzhi, I am used to being used here."
The girl was angry and said: "I don't know how!"
The woman smiled and asked: "Would you like to drink some plum wine?"
The girl is full of anger.
drink? !
The woman also knows her own words and is somewhat ashamed.
The girl coldly said: "Give me a room, I will go tomorrow, you think carefully."
The little scorpion battled and led the girl to the second floor. Under the eyes of the proprietress, she specially selected the cleanest and elegant room for the girl.
After the string of light footsteps disappeared completely, Chen Ping would only have six valleys of rain money stacked together.
One by one into the picture.
When the third valley rain money did not enter the picture, Chen Pingan stood up and slowly stepped back.
An old man bent over his back and walked out of the picture.
He jumped off the table and smiled at Chen Pingan. He turned and reached for his hand to touch the picture, but when he touched an empty space, he even sneaked a picture of it. For Zhu Chuan, he was close at hand, but Far from the horizon.
Innocent, untouchable.
Zhu Chuan is not angry and sorrowful, smiles and says: "Sure enough, young master, is this your fascinating fairy tales?"
Chen Ping nodded, "Yes."
This habitually squatting old man seems to be completely different from the rumored madman who is enchanted.
The old man always smiles with a smile on his face. In the flowers and blessings, this person almost smashed the entire river and lake into the sky. The late Ding Ying, who is also the first person in the world, has extremely vivid The guru's momentum, which is probably also taller than Ding Ying's body, not smirking, and wearing a silver lotus crown, has a certain relationship.
The madman named Zhu Xuan in front of him was far away.
Compared with Wei Wei’s words, he seems to be more fateful and frank, open and fair:
Today’s hometown of the young master, it’s just a matter of spending a few days to adapt to the flow of this vast world. I want to revert to the peak of my life, but it’s hard to say, um, according to the young master’s statement, I should be the sixth place of pure Wufu.

Speaking of this, the old man is quite self-deprecating. "It is possible that the situation will be broken in one fell swoop. It may be stuck. It may even be repulsed by the aura of this side. It consumes infuriating and repairs it for a little bit of food. However, I have one. It’s a feeling that, apart from the seven gates, it’s not a big problem.
Zhu Xuan said very well.
It’s much more refreshing than the squid Wei Wei.
Zhu Xuan went to the window, pushed open the window, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He said to himself: "This seven worlds are a bit like the day after tomorrow. It is the most difficult step to cross. Just pick it up. The seventh martial art, I believe that it will be upgraded afterwards, but it is only a year of water and water hard work. I dare not say that it is definitely affirmed.
Zhu Confucius turned his head and smiled: "Of course, as long as I have adapted to the rich aura of this side, I have a tie on the last seven pure warriors. I still have a chance. I will not be suppressed by the realm. I will meet. You can only wait for death. As for the conflict in the same territory, as long as it is not a son, the odds are enormous."
Chen Pingan muttered: "Is it only in seven?"
The old man sat back at the table and tapped a finger on the table. "I am willing to loyal to my son for 30 years. I hope that after the son can give me a free body, how?"
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head. "I don't know how to restore your freedom."
The old man was in awe, silent, staring at the picture.
Chen Pingan guessed the picture itself, similar to the life-saving porcelain of the Zhuzhu Dongtian. You are the monk of the Shangwu in the five worlds, and you have to be pinched.
When he thought of it, Chen Pingan smiled.
Wei Wei over there, drunk, lying in bed, talking about his dreams, "There is no murderous and killing, and the emperor's posture is also."
When the door knocked, Chen Ping put away the last three rains and scrolls, and was about to open the door. Zhu Chuan actually did it.
Money squinted at the eyes, and then quickly separated from Zhu Chuanyuan, and went to Chen Ping.
Zhu Chuan closed the door and turned and smiled and said: "The little skull is really good. Is it the young prostitute?"
I saved my money and nodded.
Chen Pingan shook his head, then turned and asked: "Is there something for me?"
I looked at Zhu Zheng and shook my head.
Zhu Conceived and smiled and asked: "Young master, can you have a place to live?"
Chen Pingdao said: "Out of the door, the second hand on the right hand side is, but Wei Wei lives there. If you don't want to live with people, I will help you with another room."
"Walking in the rivers and lakes, there is no such thing."
Zhu Conceived his hand and then reached out and licked his chin. If he thought, "Young Master, first chose the founding emperor of Nanyuan?"
Chen Ping nodded and said: "You two, don't have any arrogance."
Zhu Yong smiled and said: "The enemy Wei Wei, I admire very much, respect him for the wine is too late, he will make him unhappy."
Zhu Xuan walked out of the house and gently closed the door.
When only a gap was left, Zhu Concus suddenly asked: "Don't ask how much the young master spent for me?"
Chen Ping replied: "The seventeen valleys are raining."
Zhu has laughed and said: "Let the young master break the fee."
After the old man left, he was not relieved to go to the door. This was relieved.
Chen Pingan asked: "Wei Wei is squinting every day, you are not afraid, Zhu Chuan is so kind and angry, are you so afraid?"
Money whispered: "I am afraid."
Chen Pingan asked again: "What is it?"
Money whispered: "I think that the boss is not a good man, plus a little scorpion, an old hunchback, how strange, is it a black shop here? The story of the storytelling under the bridge, which is said Black shop, the most like to give guests a sweat medicine, and then take it to be a human bun."
Chen Pingyang smiled and said: "Don't think about it, go back and read."
Money sighed and sighed away.
Chen Pingan has no intention to turn over the remaining two paintings. Lu Baixiang, 隋 right, just one who dare not ask for a mountain, afraid to ask God to send God easily, the other one, even less.
I think of the feelings of Wei Wei and Zhu Xuan.
In fact, her instincts are not wrong at all.
Wei Wei’s eyes are from the heights to the low places. After all, he is the king of a country named after Qing History.
Zhu Xuan looks at people's eyes, it is like a living person looking at the dead, his eyes are dark, faint as a deep pool, the smile on the old man's face, not to be taken seriously.
On the door of the inn, the green shirt backed the lobby, looked up at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon, gently patted the knees, licked the jug, and every time I drank a plum wine, I sighed.
"See the dragon in the depths of the clouds, the deer in the forest, the beauty in the peach blossoms, the heroes in the sand, the celebrities in the lane..."
Slamming.
The green jersey was hit by a man who fell to the ground, fell a dog to eat, and did not forget to hang on to the hip flask.
It turned out that the little sister-in-law was on his back and angered: "It’s endless, you are still addicted? You have been for a long time!"
The man woke up and patted the dust on his body. Shen Sheng said: "Do you know who I am?"
The little scorpion stared at some strange and sour scholars, and he was somewhat guilty. He shouted at the big scalp and shouted: "Who are you?"
The green shirt is a serious saying: "What do you call Jiu Niang?"
The little scorpion screamed, "The boss wife."
The green shirt asked again, "So the husband of the boss, who are you?"
The little scorpion was almost mad.
Fly to the threshold, use both fists and fists, and fight against the who only knows the surname.
The man raised the jug high, ducked around, fled while drinking, and licked a few punches and feet, not hurting.
The sun sets.
There are slang words about scholars.
Scholars themselves are not really a word.
Before the clock went down the mountain, the world was full of ghosts.