The breeze blows and the person wakes up

This old man with a white beard is really a master. Seeing that Fang Shu was feeling uncomfortable, he grabbed her back instead of the collar.

He stepped on the ridges and treetops as fast as a flying swallow. In a short time, he crossed several hills and came to a courtyard deep in the bamboo forest. He threw Fang Shu to the ground and turned around to enter the house.

Fang Shu turned over in the air with the force of throwing someone, and stood up staggeringly, her head buzzing.

"Come in yet!"

Fang Shu rolled her eyes and walked in.

Entering the house and looking around, the furnishings were simple and elegant. Fang Shu's legs were soft and her feet were soft, so she found a stool and sat down.

"Is there a sitting posture or a standing posture?"

"Well, Uncle Su, please spare the little one first, while I take my time."

"Lack of practice!"

When he arrived at the dining table, the old man took a look and saw that the food was delicious, delicious and tempting.

"Mo Ran, are you back? Come in?"

Fang Shu respected her master, seventh uncle, Su Youde, Li Jinjin, and now Old Man Su as if they were ancients and ancestors. Otherwise, she would not be able to pass that level in her heart.

"Master, please forgive me, I came back late today. Is this little brother...?"

"Uncle, I'm not naughty, I just occasionally act naughty in front of my master. My master is suffering too much, so I have to wear colorful clothes and kiss her to make her happy."

"I'll burn some charcoal for my uncle when I have time."

After pouring the tea, Fang Shu left the room and took the initiative to make pasta. There were two more pheasants and a fat rabbit in the kitchen. Fang Shu quickly cleaned up the food, soaked it in water to remove the blood, and sprinkled salt and ingredients to marinate it.

Fang Shu circled around Li Moran, her steps steady, her true energy poured into the tip of the sword, and the shadow of the sword fell on Li Moran like fallen leaves. Knowing that Li Moran could not hurt her, she only attacked but not defended, completely acting like a rogue.

.

"Hmph! You are so confident that you dare to roll your eyes at me, the old man. This is what your master is used to."

Like frost falling and flying snow, like wind breaking through mist.

Li Moran was a little stunned when he saw that Fang Shu, who was holding the sword, had a sharp face again. Then he saw a dazzling sword light coming straight towards the door in front of him. The sword light was sharp and decisive, endless, and showed everyone's style.

Get up in the morning and practice boxing as a routine.

"This is my great disciple, whose surname is Li, Li Moran."

Fang Shu's tea-making skills are not bad. She learned the true teachings from her master and made slight improvements according to the modern tea ceremony. The old man couldn't help but smile when he saw Fang Shu's serious appearance.

"Uncle Su, did my master trick me again and ask you to beat me?"

Fang Shu packed up the leftovers and made noodles to wake up. It was almost two quarters of an hour later. She knocked on the door and entered the upper room very consciously, saying:

"Uncle, do you want some tea? I'll make it for you."

"I have a great disciple who is coming back soon. You can make him two bowls of noodles."

The sharp energy of that sword seemed to break through the heaven and earth, shaking out the cool snow from the clouds.

Fang Shu was not pretentious. Looking at the figure of old man Su, it was obvious that he had a big appetite and she made four large bowls of noodles.

"That's necessary. Master also loves me like a daughter. I have to be filial to my master."

"I don't have any fear of guarding against others."

"It's just random cooking. It's not as good as the master. You can't beat me for this."

Blind defense was not enough. Li Moran saw that Fang Shu was quite strong and was not defensive at all. He felt funny and angry in his heart. He had to teach this little girl who didn't know the heights of the world a lesson.

Fang Shu's eyes were sharp, and he struck with his sword.

"You look like a cunning person at first glance."

Drinking tea after dinner, eh, so particular!

"Come on, you two make gestures and let me see." Old Man Su ordered.

Fang Shu is already over 50 years old in modern times. Is it against the rules to pretend to be a little girl?

Fang Shu also felt disobedient and didn't want to pretend.

After washing the tea, smelling the fragrance, and tasting the tea, the old man was convinced.

"Hey! This disciple of yours is really thoughtful."

"Okay, let's make tea."

"The old man has a big belly. I'll take out what you eat first, and I'll eat the rest."

Fang Shu smiled dryly and said:

"It's a small trick, hehehe."

"Thank you for your efforts!"

"Uncle, do you have mountain spring water?"

"Yes, uncle."

Li Moran hurriedly pushed to the left and blocked the right, maintaining a tight defense. He didn't know how good Junior Sister Fang Shu was, so he didn't dare to attack rashly.

Old man Su had eaten enough for three people, but he still wasn't satisfied. He wiped his mouth and ordered Fang Shu.

I saw a young man push open the door and come in. He was more than 1.9 meters tall by visual inspection. He was wearing a black robe and a long sword. His temperament was as handsome and elegant as the breeze and plain snow. He was indescribably gentle and affectionate. His forehead hair was dancing in the wind, and he was so handsome.

Effortless.

Fang Shu thought to herself, in front of you, a big boss, I am just a little loser. I can't guard against it. It's better not to guard against it. Just do whatever you want and show off.

The kind words are warm, Fang Shu deceives people one after another, and she is very sincere.

The old man chuckled.

Li Moran returned the greeting: "Junior brother, uh~ no, hello, junior sister!"

As soon as she thought of this, Fang Shu listened to the old man's instructions:

"Senior brother, please sit down and I will pour you a cup of tea."

The old man was thoughtful, and Fang Shu laughed in her heart, just do this to me.

"Okay! Just lift it up."

With no choice, Fang Shu went out with a kitchen knife and a wooden basin. There were bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, and she began to chop and peel them. After seeing that there was enough to eat, she looked for the bamboo rat's hole, caught the fattest one, and beat it with pebbles.

A big fat pheasant and some peppercorns are enough.

"Uncle, please bring out the charcoal."

The energy penetrates the rainbow, and the sword roars for nine days.

"When you take a break, make me something to eat."

Due to her lively personality, she cannot be deep.

Went to the kitchen and used chicken oil to bake soft pancakes, chicken soup, and cold wild vegetables. The old man was very fragrant.

Fang Shu only felt her eyes light up, and she suddenly said "a humble gentleman, bright moon" in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh, what an elegant and elegant person!

Fang Shu went into the room to get the sword, and Li Moran swung it in the back.

"Uncle, wash your hands and eat."

"Hmph! You are self-aware. Your master is kind, but I am cruel."

Oil-splashed noodles, stir-fried shredded bamboo shoots, sesame pepper chicken, and grilled bamboo rat. Fortunately, Fang Shu brought some barbecue ingredients with her, so the roasting was full of aroma. The old man immediately rushed out of the house, raised his nose, and kept shouting that it was so delicious.

Already.

"Yes, yes, yes."

However, with her body and age, and a good man never suffers the consequences, acting coquettishly and pretending to be coquettish is also her protective color.

A night of silence.

I saw that the old man's chopsticks were full of flowers. He ate very quickly, but not rudely. He gnawed the bones cleanly.

Old man Su dug around and took out a few pieces. Fang Shu lit the tea stove and asked:

Fang Shu was just feeling intoxicated when suddenly a clear and cold sword light came through the air. The sword did not arrive, but the sword energy arrived first.

Fang Shu hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"Women are trouble." Old Man Su obediently washed his hands.

Fang Shu took a chicken drumstick, sandwiched more than a dozen slices of barbecued meat, shredded bamboo shoots into half a plate, and poured a large bowl of noodles with oil. Since she started practicing martial arts, Fang Shu's appetite had gradually increased, and she had enough to eat.

"You really think I don't know the importance of this. I see Master and Uncle Qi waiting for you to kiss me, so I dare to have sex with you."

Fang Shu picked the vegetables into the bowl, indicating that it was enough. She looked at Mr. Su and asked, please start your performance.

"The tea that Master cooked today has a fragrance that floats ten miles away." This was another person who came after smelling the fragrance. However, Fang Shu didn't catch any trace of movement, and this person's kung fu was also unfathomable.

"I've met senior brother."
To be continued...