(Farewell to the old and welcome in the new.)
There was too much movement in the bamboo house. After Pei Qian woke up, he immediately put on his clothes, prepared his sword, and rushed out with a hiking stick in hand.
The girl in the pink skirt was half a step behind her and opened the door. When she saw Pei Qian running nimbly out of the yard, the girl in the pink skirt noticed something strange and hurried away to follow Pei Qian. Sure enough, they saw Pei Qian.
Qian had a stern face and murderous intent, muttering as he ran. The girl in pink skirt had a rough idea of ​​Pei Qian's temper and quickly advised him, "Don't be impulsive. I have always been like this when I was practicing boxing in the mountains in the early years."
It's not that the girl in the pink skirt doesn't feel sorry for her master, but she knows the pros and cons and doesn't want Pei Qian to suffer losses at the Bamboo House. Besides, Mr. Cui really doesn't have any bad intentions towards his master.
Pei Qianzuo ran with his head down, holding the mountain stick tightly, and shouted angrily: "The old bastard really wants to rebel. This mountain top belongs to my master, and the bamboo building belongs to my master. The old guy is shamelessly occupying the second floor. Master, don't tell me."
We had just climbed up the mountain and were knocked unconscious by two or three punches. When I opened my eyes, I just chatted with us for a while. Not long after, I was punched again, and now here we come again! Master came back to his hometown to enjoy his blessings, not to be bullied by old guys.
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The more Pei Qian talked, the more annoyed he became, and he kept repeating: "I am angry, I am angry..."
After all, the girl in the pink skirt was a fire python spirit who had reached the fifth realm. She was floating beside Pei Qian and said timidly: "If Mr. Cui really wants to rebel, we have nothing to do. We can't defeat him."
Pei Qian tilted his head and spat, without slowing down. He gritted his teeth and said, "If we don't fight, I'll reason with the old bastard! I don't believe in evil. There are such unkind customers in the world. It's easy to bully my master, isn't it?
?I, Pei Qian, am not a good person! I am Master’s first disciple and Cui Dongshan’s senior sister!”
The girl in pink skirt walked backwards and floated beside Pei Qian. She glanced at the hiking pole in Pei Qian's hand and the bamboo sword at her waist, but stopped talking.
Near Pei Qian's residence, a child in green clothes sat on the roof, yawning. This little fuss was nothing. Back then, he carried Chen Ping'an, who was covered in blood, downstairs again and again. Now he is like "
"Discussion" is like changing from a frontier poem to a graceful poem, which is not worth mentioning. Pei Qian is a black man, but he still has little experience in the world.
Zheng Dafeng and Zhu Lian were drinking in the courtyard and admiring the moon. They didn't talk about Chen Ping'an, they only talked about women. Otherwise, it would be too shameful for two big men to talk to a man so late at night.
Zhu Lian talked about Sui Youyou who was traveling to Tongyezhou, about Huang Ting, the crown prince of Taiping Mountain, about a charming woman named Yao Jinzhi in the Daquan Dynasty, about Jin Su, the maid next to Mrs. Gui, about the girl with a bad temper.
Well done Fan Junmao.
Zheng Dafeng then talked about He Xiaoliang, who had betrayed Shen Gaozong, Su Jia, the fairy of Zhengyang Mountain who unfortunately fell into the mud at the foot of the mountain, and the short but charming palace empress of Dali. Later, they got too far away, and Zheng Dafeng also
We talked about the early years when we were guarding the gate of Lizhu Cave. Among the outstanding women born and raised in this small town were the Gu family from Niping Lane, decades earlier, and a woman from Xinghua Lane who became a married woman just a few years ago.
After becoming a landscape deity, the Hepo of Longxu River was able to rejuvenate her youth and regain her youthful appearance. She was really good-looking, but her mouth was a bit mean, and when they got into quarrels, his sister-in-law was even more powerful.
Zheng Dafeng took a sip of wine and smacked it in his mouth, his face full of intoxication, "On a moonlit night, drinking with my best friends and talking about beautiful women, what a magical day."
The set of celadon wine sets on the table has been around for some time. It seems that it was fired in a dragon kiln in a small town. It is almost perfect. As a royal tribute of the Song family in Dali, according to the usual practice, any defective products with slight defects will be eliminated.
The officials in the kiln supervising government office were strictly selected, smashed and thrown into the Old Porcelain Mountain. Zheng Dafeng loved to drink and had a bright mind, so it was not difficult to secretly get some porcelain that should have been placed in the Dali Palace. For
Old man Yang from the drug store probably didn't even bother to pay attention to Zheng Dafeng's trivial nonsense.
Zhu Lian was picking up the jug and pouring wine into the empty wine glass. He suddenly stopped and put down the jug, then picked up the wine cup and put it to his ear. He tilted his head, listened, squinted his eyes, and whispered: "Wealthy"
At the door, I can occasionally hear the sound of porcelain being opened, which is not inferior to the sound of apricot blossoms selling in the streets and alleys."
Zhu Lian heard that tiny sound, twirled the wine glass with his fingers, and murmured with a smile: "A small vessel with a large opening is like a country girl with her first love, orchid and vanilla. A large vessel with a small opening is like a beautiful lady riding a horse."
Raise the whip."
Zheng Dafeng didn't feel awkward at all after listening to these rather acrimonious people's words. Instead, he felt content with Zhu Lian.
Logically speaking, an old cook or a janitor should only talk about shit and trivial matters.
The bright moon is bright and the breeze is blowing.
The two of them were sitting opposite each other, and they seemed to have a good understanding of each other.
The beautiful things in the world are nothing more than this.
Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Zhu Lian, tell me the truth, during those years when you were living in the land of lotus flowers, did you ever really like any woman?"
Zhu Lian gently put down his wine glass and said with emotion: "When you like a woman, how can you not be sincere and careless? It's just that in the world of family and country, you can't help yourself when doing things. When you were young, your heart was high, and you always felt that the love between men and women was romantic.
The ultimate is still too small. He worked vertically and horizontally, achieved extraordinary results, turned the tide, and left his name in history. I saw these words in a book early in my life, like..."
Zheng Dafeng answered smoothly: "I was with an old bachelor in the deep mountains and forests, and I caught a glimpse of the picture of a beauty taking a bath, and I suddenly became excited."
Zhu Lian hurriedly filled up the wine for both parties. Based on this sentence, it was appropriate to drink a full glass.
The two of them bumped into each other gently, Zhu Lian drank it all in one gulp, wiped his lips and said with a smile: "The sound of clinking wine glasses with a close friend, and the sound of a wealthy woman taking a bath and taking off her clothes, are even more moving."
Zheng Dafeng asked: "Have you really heard of such a natural sound?"
Zhu Lian nodded, "The clouds and smoke have passed away."
Zheng Dafeng was sincerely convinced and gave a thumbs up, "Master!"
The boy in green rolled his eyes. He really couldn't understand why these two martial artists only hung out together. They didn't talk about martial arts or eat a big bowl of meat, but they talked about the woman who couldn't eat it and was the most expensive one.
, No matter how beautiful a woman is, what does it matter? For an ordinary master, even if she is like a flower, how long can the flower bloom? How many years does it take for a person to grow old? Even a mountain girl cultivator, no matter how beautiful she is, can she be eaten as a meal? Can she become a god?
Do you want money to buy magic weapons? The boy in Tsing Yi thinks the relationship between these two people is really tacky and boring.
The key point is that whether Zheng Dafeng or Zhu Lian, they are clearly the most outstanding pure martial artists in Aquarius Continent. Since they love women so much, they don't have a beautiful woman around them.
In the secular arena, the so-called master of the arena, even if he is no more than six realms and seven realms, is it not easy to live in the red and green?
The boy in green clothes fell backwards, using his hands as a pillow.
He couldn't understand why Chen Pingan could be friends with them.
And they are true friends.
Over at the Bamboo House, Pei Qian saw a barefoot old man standing in the corridor on the second floor.
The old man smiled and asked: "Why, do you want to bring justice to your master?"
Pei Qian blinked and said, "Old sir, we are all heroes who live in the world, so we must be moral and repay kindness, right?"
The old man said nothing.
He looked down at the black charcoal girl who looked like a piece of martial arts embryo. He was a little puzzled as to why the boy in the room was not willing to carve this unparalleled piece of jade. Chen Ping'an, if nothing else, had some discernment and shouldn't.
It’s only right that you can’t see Pei Qian’s talent. Why is this little lazy guy downstairs unable to bear the pain, so he really doesn’t practice martial arts hard? He thinks all day about practicing peerless swordsmanship in one night, and becoming invincible in two days.
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It's just that the little girl has accepted Chen Pingan as her master and is completely determined, so the old man can't interfere casually. This is the real morality of the world. Even if Xiao Heitan is idle every day and wastes everything he has, the old man can only wait until Chen Pingan returns to Luolu Mountain.
It's easy to say that as for how Chen Ping'an teaches martial arts to Pei Qian in the end, it is still the master and apprentice's own business.
The old man didn't speak.
Pei Qianyue has no confidence. He will definitely not be able to beat him. He can't even call the old cook. It's his fault that his crazy swordsmanship is too difficult to master. Otherwise, how could he tolerate the old bastard being so arrogant and domineering? He would have been beaten to his knees long ago.
He kowtows to his master and admits his mistake.
It's just that Pei Qian was very brave today and didn't want to turn around and leave.
The girl in the pink skirt tugged on Pei Qian's sleeves to signal them to stop.
Pei Qian gently patted the hand of the girl in pink skirt, held his head high and said loudly: "Old sir, let's play backgammon. I will set the rules. Whoever wins will listen to whoever wins. Do you dare?!"
The old man said expressionlessly: "I don't dare."
Pei Qian was stunned on the spot.
The old man suddenly said: "Is it because your master was beaten to death one day that you started practicing martial arts with all your heart? Then after practicing for a few days, you felt it was too much, so you just gave it up and could only go to your master's parents' grave every year.
Then, if you run more diligently, you can feel at ease?"
Pei Qian's eyes filled with tears, he pursed his lips tightly, stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist.
At this time, a man in green clothes staggered out of the house, leaned against the railing, waved to Pei Qian and said: "Go back to bed, don't listen to him, the master will not die."
Pei Qianxuan was about to cry and said: "What if?"
Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said: "That floor, master asked him to help you rub your muscles and bones. It's similar to what Sui Youyou did in Old Dragon City at that time. Do you want it? I'll count to three. If you don't go back to sleep, I'll catch you. You want to run away.
If you can't run away, Master won't care about you anymore, and leave everything to the seniors."
Chen Pingan just counted three.
Pei Qian ran away, shouting as he ran: "There is no such thing as a contingency, the master is so powerful."
The old man sneered: "I don't have much conscience."
Chen Pingan coughed a few times, with gentle eyes, looking at the retreating figures of the two little girls, and said with a smile: "Such a big child is already very good. It is our fault to expect more."
The old man shook his head and said: "If it were an ordinary disciple, it would be later and later. Pei Qian is different. The sooner such a good seedling endures hardship, the greater the suffering and the greater the potential. Thirteen or fourteen years old is not young. If I haven't remembered
To be continued...