Early the next morning, Xu Qingmu rarely wanted to sleep for a while.
However, the door of the room was banged by Lin Zhenbei. "Sanxia'er, my father said that the sword cultivator from Zhenhu Mountain will be here soon. Get up quickly!"
The old beggar named him Sanchuer. That day, the old beggar forced the two of them to have sex together. When they got excited, he felt that since they had squatted in the pit together, they were brothers on the iron plate. So he started from the same age according to their age.
From oldest to youngest, they were arranged in order. The old beggar was the oldest and was called the eldest brother. At first, Lin Zhenbei was a little dissatisfied, but when he saw the three of them piled up on the hill, the old beggar pulled him higher than the two of them combined.
, he was immediately convinced and called "big brother" repeatedly, almost peeling off the old beggar's pants to see why it was so powerful. But the old beggar thought that calling him "big brother" at his age was a bit "old cow eating young grass", so he asked the two of them to think about what sounded better.
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Lin Zhenbei, who was scratching his head, suddenly remembered that his eldest sister scolded him every day for being a young boy who didn't understand anything. Later, the eldest sister, who couldn't stand it anymore, told him that young boy meant bird after being fed up with it countless times. The energetic young man's eyes lit up and he said, "We
Just use chicks to classify sizes! When the old beggar heard this, he thought this was good. So he called himself the eldest chick and Lin Zhenbei the second chick. Xu Qingmu naturally became the third chick. In the end, the three of them were quite satisfied and were still in their third chick.
Before he piled excrement, he kowtowed and said that in the presence of the Buddha, brothers will live and die together. Perhaps he felt dissatisfied, so he inserted three bamboo branches, one long and two short, in front of the excrement.
The old beggar quietly took three strands of Lin Zhenbei's hair, crushed them into a burst of green smoke, and filled Xu Qing's nose with the fragrance.
Unable to resist Lin Zhenbei's persistence, Xu Qingmu had no choice but to get up and go with him to meet the sword cultivator "master" who came down from Zhenhu Mountain without any complaints.
As soon as the sun came up, County Magistrate Lin Xiao had people prepare gongs, drums and firecrackers. Rows of colorful flowers and branches were displayed. Middle-aged women with heavy makeup stood on both sides of the city gate, yawning. It was really embarrassing to give such a small reward.
The famous iron rooster.
After a while, a man and a donkey appeared at the intersection. The man was really tall, dressed in plain clothes, wearing a Taoist temple on his head, and a long sword behind his back. He really looked like a fairy.
But the donkey... Xu Qingmu couldn't describe it. If he was with the old scalper, the donkey would be crushed. Xu Qingmu once witnessed the old scalper lifting its front legs and lying on another cow. The strong cow was crushed
He was so suppressed that he couldn't stop howling.
Was such a thin donkey brought out to find a way? It couldn't be ridden anymore, and it had to open its mouth to eat. Xu Qingmu silently felt that the donkey was just like him, trying to survive in this world.
After a while, the old county magistrate made people play gongs and drums. The sword cultivator looked like he was enjoying it, but the donkey was so frightened that he backed away and kept moaning.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to return home, Xu Qingmu carefully observed the sword behind the sword cultivator. Lin Zhenbei said that this sword ranked second in Zhenhu Mountain, only one place lower than the first "Zhaoshuang Sword". The hilt of the sword became pale.
It is blue, the blade is about four feet long, and it has a metallic texture. It seems that you can hear the clanging sound of the sword.
The sword cultivator saw Xu Qingmu staring at him holding the sword, his face full of pride, he really enjoyed it.
Xu Qingmu couldn't enter the luncheon. During this break, Xu Qingmu decided to call the old beggar and come together to watch the sword master dance in the afternoon.
The old beggar's family lived in an abandoned brick kiln. It used to be used to bake bricks in Funiu Town, but since the arrival of County Magistrate Lin Xiao, he felt that this kind of thing was not conducive to the feng shui of his yamen, so he ordered people to stop it. Over time, it became useless.
Cave dwellings that people want.
Outside the door, I saw fireworks everywhere in the cave. It must be the old beggar making a fire to make food.
Opening the door, a man and a dog were lying on the ground. The old beggar kept blowing air into the pot to start a fire. The thick smoke made the beggar shed tears, but he still forced his eyes open from time to time to stare at the food boiling in the pot.
Chicken. There is no doubt that tonight in Funiu Town, there is another shrew who jumps around and curses. It’s just normal. There are also sacrifices from Wang Mazi’s family on the chopping board next to them.
, Ancestor Wang’s Qingming Festival this year, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to smell it. The old yellow dog who was on the wall has long lost the momentum of yesterday, sticking out his tongue to cheer the old beggar up. Seeing Xu Qingmu’s arrival, the old beggar smiled evilly and pushed
The young man sat at the head of the table and said that thanks to him, he could have such a sumptuous lunch today.
The eldest son of Wang Mazi's family is also the same age as Xu Qingmu. He has been born with supernatural powers since he was a child and likes to practice martial arts. He was once praised by a passing immortal as "once you see him in a hundred years, you will be blessed with martial arts". His father Wang Mazi even paid for him.
A master from the martial arts school taught his son how to practice boxing and keep fit, which was unequivocal. Today, when Wang Xiaomazi passed by his ancestor’s grave, not a single offering was left, and a provocative text was left on the memorial table, “Xu Qingmu is here for a visit.”
This was so outrageous that Wang Xiaomazi immediately ran home and told Wang Mazi about the matter in a more aggravating manner. He was so salivating and emotional that it was so lively. The grandmother who had been almost dead for a long time was dug out and defiled several times. Wang Mazi
He picked up the guy with a dark face and went straight to the brick kiln.
As soon as the young man sat down, the old beggar clapped his hands and said, "Here we come!"
The young man was confused when the door was kicked open. He grabbed Xu Qingmu and threw him out: "Son, beat him." He probably felt that he was being laughed at as an adult bullying a child, so he ordered his son to take action.
"Okay!" Wang Xiaomazi used the "Eagle Spreads Wings" move and the "Black Tiger Digging Heart" move straight towards the boy. When Wang Xiaomazi shouted out the "Monkey Picking Peach" trick, Xu Qingmu quickly begged for mercy and shouted
Admitting defeat. Looking at the young man who was clutching his head tightly, Wang Mazi spat hard, cursed the bastard who has a mother but not a mother, and left bitterly.
The old beggar who came up to start a fight crushed the three strands of hair that he secretly pulled out, and they also turned into a wisp of smoke.
After Wang Mazi's family left, the young man turned around and gave the old beggar a trick called "Monkey Stealing Peach". This was a famous trick that the old beggar gave to the young man. Four or five years ago, Xu Qingmu relied on this trick to become the king among the children and beat him.
All the children bared their teeth and grinned, and no one was dissatisfied. But later, Wang Xiaomazi, who had better physical strength, secretly learned it, and decided to make it his own exclusive move, and no longer allowed others to use it. For this reason, the boy pestered the old beggar for a long time, insisting on learning that move.
The more superior "Old Man Push Cart", the old beggar said that this trick requires the cooperation of a beauty like Widow Wang to be very effective!
Looking at the young man who was groping his crotch with his hands, the old beggar laughed and said that my uncle's peaches have already reached perfection and ordinary people will definitely not be able to touch them. How can he dare to go to the peach garden if he has no breasts?
Sure enough, the young man groped around and found nothing to pick. He returned to the house angrily and threw a bone to the old yellow dog.
Being bullied has long been a common occurrence.
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky thousands of miles away.
The old beggar dusted off his clothes that were wrinkled by the young man, stood outside the door with his hands behind his hands, raised his head and cursed: They are just a bunch of rats, raised by dogs!
Oddly enough, since returning home, Wang Xiaomazi has lost interest in the habit of dancing with knives and guns that he once loved.
After lunch, Xu Qingmu took the old beggar and rushed to the town's lieutenant colonel's martial arts field. People were already surrounding him.
Fortunately, the second child has a conscience and left a place for his eldest brother, the third brother, and the third brother, the third child. The viewing effect is excellent.
In the school martial arts field, a middle-aged swordsman holds a sword in front of his chest with one hand and holds his sword behind his back with the other. Just this outfit won the whole room cheering: "Okay!" He was full of charm and shocked everyone.
The middle-aged sword cultivator looked proud, even though he was not second-rate in Zhenhu Mountain. At this moment, the middle-aged sword cultivator's face condensed, his aura suddenly changed, and then he flicked his wrist, and the sword seemed to be endowed with magic.
Life was roaming around him freely. He took up his clothes and fluttered, so unnatural! After a few flashy sword dances, the middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Go!" The snow-white sword energy struck the wooden stake hard. The others
The tall wooden stake immediately swayed back and forth, leaving a sword mark on its body.
After a brief silence, the whole house burst into cheers!
The old county magistrate also clapped his hands and praised: "Good! You should be rewarded!" Seeing the old servant turning around to go back to get the silver coins, he quickly changed his words and said, "Zhenhu Mountain Sword Cultivator Immortal Wind Crane Bone, don't taint the Taoist with worldly things!" The old housekeeper sighed to himself, Jiang
Still old and spicy.
Xu Qingmu sighed secretly, if it were to be hit on his body, it would not leave a scar as big as a bowl.
The old beggar seemed to see what he was thinking. He pressed the slightly swollen gap between his teeth and stuffed the black object back into his mouth: "What, do you want to give up your pen and embrace martial arts?"
Xu Qingmu shook his head: "I don't want to for the time being."
The old beggar seemed very satisfied and kept chewing.
But in the young man's heart, he couldn't help but think of what was written in the book:
"The heart will follow the long wind, blowing away thousands of miles of clouds. Otherwise, with the flick of the sword, the desert will collect extraordinary achievements."
After all, he is a young man who can't hide his worries.