Looking at the little Taoist priest who was wearing a mask of pain, the old beggar returned to his usual cynicism. He knelt down and licked his exposed black toes: "How about another round of gambling?"
Cao Dan backed away continuously and waved his hands hurriedly. He lost the first game to his grandma's house: "If you lose again, you won't even have your underpants left. If you don't come, you won't come." The little Taoist remembered the eight words that Taozu gave him before leaving: People
If you don't move, your heart won't move rashly. You curl your lips for no reason and want to cry.
"Come on, stop it. What bothers me the most is a little lady like you with red lips and white teeth. She has the ability to cry when the thunder is loud and the rain is small." The old beggar leaned back and continued to pick at his feet.
The little Taoist priest burst into tears immediately.
The old beggar immediately caught a drop of shark beads with his hand, rubbed it on his face, and then walked away.
The stunned Cao Dan suddenly came to his senses: "Damn you thief! Hypocrite! You keep saying you don't need to prevent the second disaster..."
Lost again.
I held my chin in confusion, and suddenly smelled an unpleasant sour smell. The image of the old beggar picking his feet lingered in my mind.
"Sword cultivators in the world are as black as any!"
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Xu Qingmu was startled when he woke up in the morning. The area around the sheets was scorched black, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Lie down again, cover yourself with quilt, close your eyes. Open your eyes again, take off the quilt, and sit up.
Still burnt black.
Not a dream.
Xu Qingmu touched his face and began to recall the immoral things he had done during this period.
It wasn't until he got up and saw the dead old donkey lying on the ground that Xu Qingmu solemnly called Lin Zhenbei. The two young men squatted next to the dead old donkey in their underwear, feeling sad for a while.
The old donkey was chapped all over, its rough fur was now scorched black, its eyes were bloodshot, its tongue was hanging out, and it was extremely miserable. Immediately, Lin Zhenbei was notified that he had not yet woken up. There must be a monster when something went wrong, and the two brothers were helpless and decided to
Please ask the boss and the young children to come out.
When the old beggar was pulled over with sleepy eyes, people were already standing around the donkey body. The housekeeper pinched his nose and asked several butchers to take the body away, but Lin Zhenbei stopped him.
"Young Master, I said that the day after tomorrow is a good day for him to marry Sanniang Niangniang. There should be no dead things in the house. It is unlucky." People always blame dead things and ghosts for their inability or wishful thinking. Little do they know that all the ghosts and ghosts in the world are too scared to do so.
Look into people's hearts.
Lin Zhenbei glared at the housekeeper: "It's not too late to take action after my brother has seen it." Then he turned around and asked: "Brother, what should I do?" In the young man's heart, the old beggar who was much thicker than him was
There must be something special about it!
The old beggar squatted down in a decent manner, touching left and right, thinking for a while and frowning for a while. Then he looked up at the sky, made gestures left and right, counted with his right hand, and he looked like a descendant of the Heavenly Master. Then he hit the back of his left hand hard on the
The palm of his right hand said with a serious face:
"This thunder must be the disaster of the third brother, and it can be solved by writing a letter from a sweetheart."
"What's the content of the letter?" asked a butcher holding a butcher's knife and listening intently.
"Just use your own handwriting as you wish."
There was a burst of sighs from the crowd. If this beggar could tell fortunes, how could he be reduced to begging for food? The crowd dispersed, and no one believed this.
Only the two brothers were left, looking thoughtfully at the second sister's boudoir.
There was also the butcher who couldn't read a word, his eyes were full of admiration.
Lin Xiao has two daughters, both born to his first wife. The eldest daughter, Lin Yu, is in her early twenties. She has a fierce personality and a carefree and unkempt manner. She is the person Lin Zhenbei fears the most. The second daughter, Lin Xue, is sixteen years old this year.
, has a gentle personality since childhood, is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is gentle and considerate to his younger brother Lin Zhenbei. Lin Zhenbei likes this sister the most.
When Xu Qingmu was ten years old, he was mysteriously called to the back mountain by an old beggar, saying that he had something important to discuss. However, the young man waited for a while but did not see the old beggar coming, but he saw Lin Xue returning alone.
A pair of big black and clear eyes, a delicate and delicate nose, and a beautiful, pure, quiet and elegant dimple, coupled with her graceful and smooth cheeks, made the young man instantly attracted to her.
I feel that people in this world can be so beautiful.
Then he saw several masked men in black rushing out of the forest, trying to take the girl away by force. Xu Qingmu rushed forward with hot blood, and his ten-year-old body rushed over desperately. His head was beaten and bleeding, but he still held on to the girl.
, the old beggar who was finally rushed drove everyone away, and carried the fainted young man back to the Yamen.
From then on, the girl's every smile was imprinted in Xu Qingmu's mind. Lin Zhenbei warned the young man many times, don't worry about the toad wanting to eat swan meat. I treat you as a brother, but you want to be my brother-in-law! No way.
But the red beans that were planted couldn't help but sprout.
Even if the boy doesn't say anything, the girl is happy.
Now the two of them were in trouble. How to talk to Lin Xue? Who was going to talk to Lin Xue? In the end, it was the eldest boy who had the better brains and had more options. He asked the two brothers to toss the coin, and the second boy on the head would go, and the third boy on the tail.
Erchuer was defeated again.
Dragging heavy steps to leave is no different from selling a sister.
Xu Qingmu's heart was full of expectations, like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, or like the rising sun in the mountains.
Finally, in the evening, Lin Zhenbei came to the old beggar's cave with a gloomy face and a letter written by his second sister. He resisted the urge to tear it up and slapped it on the table.
On a small piece of letter paper, the neat and elegant regular script is pleasing to the eye.
The private school teacher once said to Xu Qingmu that regular script is the first word of ten thousand characters. Regardless of running script, small seal script, or finally cursive script, they are all inseparable from regular script as the foundation. Xu Qingmu thought that he was good at regular script, but compared with Lin Xue, he was indeed so inferior.
He was a little ashamed of himself. The young man secretly vowed in his heart that he would practice calligraphy even harder in the future in order to one day wear beautiful clothes and be angry with his horse.
There were only a few crosses on the letter, but the first three words made Xu Qingmu's heart burst with excitement: To Xiao Qingmu.
A small word makes a boy feel more friendly. If you directly call someone an idiot, the other person may be angry. If you add the word "small" and call someone a "little idiot", it will be suspected of flirting.
Xu Qingmu was just about to smile when he saw Lin Zhenbei's dripping face. He could only give up and continue reading.
In the middle, there were just some ordinary words of concern. But at the end, my younger brother Lin Zhenbei was completely off guard.
"No matter what the natural punishment or man-made disasters are, I, Lin Xue, will protect them."
Just like how Xu Qingmu ran to drive away the masked robbers without thinking, no matter how strong you are, whether you have a bloody head or lose your life, I will still protect you to the death.
Unable to hold it back, Xu Qingmu laughed out loud with joy. This girl with such beautiful features is so beautiful.
The old beggar looked at the words dignified and beautiful, and it turned out just as he had guessed, in Juanxiu's regular script:
The sword intent surges.
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At the top of Beishan Mountain, a young boy with an immature face squatted alone on the ground, looking at the messy chessboard in front of him and frowning in thought:
"Forcibly seizing a person's cultural and military fortunes, and setting up a trap to find a protector for him. Senior brother, you are as reckless as ever. Is this why Master said I am inferior to you?"
The boy-looking white-haired man picked up a black stone and placed it in a killing game surrounded by white stones on all four sides. Then he was not satisfied and picked it up again.