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In a house on Taoye Lane, there is a kind-hearted old man sitting on a wicker chair in the corridor. Next to him is a cute and cute maid, wearing goose-yellow patterned trousers and a light blue gauze skirt.
, while listening to the old man telling stories, while slowly fanning the wind.
The old man suddenly asked: "Taoya, where's the wind? Are you taking a nap again? I'm not trying to scare you. If you were in a big house outside a small town, you would be punished for being lazy like this."
There was no response. The old man, who had always been kind and tolerant to his servants, was about to continue teasing a few words when his face suddenly changed. He looked up into the distance and his expression became serious. It turned out that in the small courtyard, not only was the fan held by the girl maid, there was no movement at all. In fact,
Even the invisible breeze above the sky had stopped. The old man quickly held his breath and concentrated, silently recited the mantra, and sat in meditation, so as not to lose his cultivation in this short reverse flow of the long river of time. The old man sighed softly, the most abiding by the rules and etiquette.
Qi Jingchun finally made an exception and took action. As a result, the storm was about to come.
In the iron lock well, a burly young foreigner squatted not far away, staring hard at the wheel. But out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the profile of a plump village woman, who was bending down to lift a bucket from the mouth of the well.
, the astonishing curvature of the hips, the heavy falling breasts, the slightly exaggerated curves of the whole body, exquisite and exquisite, the body blooming with a wild aura of full wheat ears, making the woman who was originally just a middle-aged woman look more attractive.
A different charm. When the young man realized that the surrounding environment was strangely still, the others did not move, but braved the beautiful scene of a woman fetching water. The young man swallowed secretly, quickly turned his body, and changed his mind.
Got into a squatting position.
No wonder the master said that the women at the foot of the mountain are like tigers born in the forest, and their skills are greatly reduced. But once they are taken up the mountain, they will become kings and lords of the mountain tigers. They can eat people. After the master drinks, he always says that there is nothing in the world
All the heroes were defeated by their own Iruyama Tiger, without exception. But the young man felt that the Iruyama Tiger was already very powerful. For example, the woman in front of him was obviously ordinary in appearance, but she was so enchanting that it made his heart itch. If she were
She slapped him without saying a word, which was completely unreasonable. The young man felt that he still didn't dare to fight back at all. There was no way he would still laugh when the woman smiled.
When the young man thought of this, he became a little discouraged. He glanced down at his crotch and cursed, "You have no bones. No wonder you have no spine!"
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In Mubo Alley, Song Jixin was flipping through a thick and old local county chronicle. Song Jixin figured out many rules, such as that it was generally updated every sixty years, so Song Jixin privately named the book "Jiazi"
"Zhi", and there is the fact that after the people in the small town were taken away by distant relatives when they were young, almost no one has returned to their hometown. It seems that they don't like fallen leaves returning to their roots. Flowers bloom inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall. Many family names bloom outside.
The loose leaves even grew into towering trees with deep roots, so Song Jixin nicknamed it "The Book Outside the Wall".
The young man was currently flipping through a page of biographies, describing the life story of a man named Cao Xi. The stingy writing and ink was another feature of this county chronicle. Song Jixin had read it over and over at least seven or eight times, and he was already familiar with this book.
So now when I browse through it in my spare time, I only choose some bizarre stories, treating them as romances and legends described by a storyteller. There is no way to verify the authenticity. Of course Song Jixin doesn't care. He only remembers the man in official uniform.
Before leaving the town to report his work in Beijing, he came here alone late at night. In an extremely solemn manner, the man told the young man to remember one thing, which was to recite and remember every name that appeared in the book, as well as hundreds of people.
Count, and their ancestors’ respective roots in the town, especially the relationship with the four surnames and ten clans.
At this time, Song Ji Xin was motionless, just like those broken clay statues in the southeast of the town, one after another casually falling in the grass and mud, no matter the wind or rain, they just remained motionless. The water on the desk came from the window.
The light above remains in an abnormally still state.
In this house, the only moving people and objects were the maid Zhigui and the inconspicuous four-legged snake. She had noticed something strange very early on, and the first thought that came to her mind was to go to the yard next door to find something.
The girl with facial paralysis scolded her a lot, but when the maid realized the existence of the sword, she gave up the tempting idea. She first went to her young master's room, glanced sideways at the page, and saw
The word "Cao Xi" was annoying, so she helped the young master turn back a few pages. After seeing the section about "Xie Shi", she smiled happily. But soon she became frustrated and turned the page again.
Turn back to avoid leaking the secret and exposing herself. Over the years, the young master of Shrewd City has just doubted her identity out of curiosity. He has never caught any real conclusive evidence. She doesn't want to wait until she is done.
However, she fell short of success. She often went to rural schools with her young master. She felt that some of the things scholars said were very hypocritical and stupid, such as "He who sacrifices his life for righteousness". Some of the things he said were quite good, such as "A person who walks a hundred miles can walk half a mile."
"Yu Jiushi" really explains the truth clearly.
The khaki four-legged snake was lying on the threshold basking in the sun. At this moment, when it was silent and still, it returned to its "true body". Under the light, it was seen to be radiant and crystal clear, and its body was like one piece.
Liuli.
In the house next door to the yard, Ning Yao, a girl in black, fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of fetal breathing. She stopped breathing through her mouth and nose, as if the baby was still in the womb, and her spirit returned to its roots and stopped.
In the snow-white scabbard, the flying sword seemed to have received amnesty. After it was slowly unsheathed, it flew briskly around its owner. The bird was docile and affectionate, and it had the beauty of a girl's dress. It was not flying randomly, but in perfect harmony.
Like a talisman, it creates the best Feng Shui place for the master who is recovering from his injuries. As expected, the girl who showed no signs of breathing, the surrounding breath rushed into her body. She was like a whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing the original spiritual energy of this place.
So at this moment, the dead silence of the town was in sharp contrast with the prosperity of the house.
The bank of Nanfang Creek outside the town.
There was a man with short stature, thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong energy, bare chest and abdomen, holding a hammer and striking iron. When he hammered down, sparks flew everywhere and the room was filled with light.
Countless little bits of firelight were running around in the empty room, creating a spectacular scene.
With just one blow, you can create a picture.
Opposite the man, stood a girl with a refreshing ponytail. She was petite. She wore a cow leather burqa to prevent sparks from splashing onto her body. Ordinary cotton clothes could easily be burned through holes.
Come.
After a beating, tens of thousands of sparks suddenly stagnated in the room.
The ponytailed girl frowned and asked, "Dad?"
The man said solemnly: "It's up to you to hammer the sword strips. I just want to take this opportunity to hone your will."
The girl put down the old sword stick and pushed away the sparks on both sides of her body. The sparks were swung away by her and moved her whole body. The sparks that should have been stationary in the long river of time kept hitting the sparks and hitting each other again and again.
It makes the light in the house look extremely messy.
Compared to the elderly seniors in the town who seemed to be lurking in the abyss, all of them were concentrating and holding their breath, the girl's behavior was really a bit too domineering.
Especially when it was her who was doing the beating, she was powerful and heavy, and her movements were fast and violent, even more wild and uninhibited than an experienced man.
The sparks sputtered out with each blow will not disappear when it reaches the end, so after superimposed again and again, densely packed sparks, like bright stars, cluster in the sky.
The Sword Forging Room, Mars Billions.
The man stared intently at the red sword embryo and commanded in a deep voice: "Recite the "Shaking the Dragon" chapter of "The Sutra of Forging Swords" silently in your heart!
The girl's momentum suddenly dropped and she whispered: "Dad?"
The man said angrily: "What are you doing?"
The girl's momentum dropped again, and she said timidly: "I ate less at noon, I'm hungry, and I can't beat myself anymore."
The man was even more angry. If he hadn't been forging swords, he would have almost disciplined and cursed him, "Obviously asking you to endorse is like killing you, what excuse can you make... Damn it, my daughter, you have such an appetite, it's normal for you to be hungry.
It’s really no excuse…”
The girl snickered and said she was hungry, but in fact, her hand movement did not weaken at all. In an instant, she made a conscious movement. After the girl shouted, she hit the hammer with all her strength, and said in a strange way: "Come out!"
The sparks sputtered out this time were extremely numerous and particularly dazzling.
The man's face showed no expression as he thought: "It's done."
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In the courtyard of Gu Can's house, the woman woke up slowly with a splitting headache. She sat back on the bench with the support of her child. Liu Zhimao, the true king of Jiejiang, was closing his eyes to rest, and slowly pinched his thumb and index finger in his sleeve.
The woman, Mrs. Gu, sat her son next to her and asked softly: "Exian, what's going on?"
The old man didn't open his eyes and said: "I have accepted a good apprentice, and you have a good son. Gu, please just wait and see if the mother is more valuable than the son."
The woman was overjoyed, with tears in her eyes. She hugged the child and murmured softly: "The child's father, have you heard? We Gu Can will definitely have a great future..."
Liu Zhimao suddenly let out a cry of surprise, opened his eyes and looked down at the lines on his palms, which seemed to have opened up a new path, and said to himself: "Why is this? It shouldn't be. The boy is not dead, but the immortal family
My dear, did you die inexplicably?"
The old man had no choice but to stand up and pace slowly in the courtyard. He pinched his fingers and said quickly, "Trash! In the hands of a young man from the market, Yunxia Mountain's thousand-year reputation has been destroyed in one fell swoop."
The woman said uneasily: "Old Immortal, since our Can'er has already become a disciple, why not let Chen Pingan go?"
The old man shouted angrily: "Women's kindness! If you really have a compassionate heart, you and I should not have murderous thoughts when we first met. How shameless are you pretending to be a female Bodhisattva with me at this time?"
The woman's face turned pale after being scolded, and she didn't dare to say a word.
The old man was still angry, pointed at the woman and cursed: "Country woman, short-sighted! After Gu Can returns to Shujian Lake with me, the number of times you mother and son must not meet too frequently, so as not to hinder his practice.
Do you have any objections?"
The woman quickly waved her hands and said, "I don't dare."
The old man's eyes were gloomy.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, and with a sad face, she said pitifully: "No objection, absolutely not!"
The old man waved his sleeves vigorously and snorted: "I am so angry!"
I saw that the woman had some unique charm before, but I just had the idea of ​​taking her as a personal slave, but she acted so vulgar and unbearable. She deserved to miss the blessing of being able to enter the threshold of spiritual practice.
The old man suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and looked around. Sure enough, the world in this area was artificially stopped and became a "stop". The stop is one of the many small caves in the world. Land gods and golden Arhats could not even dream of opening it up.
To be continued...