This is a scene that will never be seen in the vast world.
The pure moonlight shone freely between the sky and the earth, making the hundreds of thousands of mountains seem to be covered with thick snow.
Just rustling among the endless mountains, the sound can easily spread hundreds of miles.
If there is an immortal who can ride the wind freely among the sea of clouds and look down, he can see a golden-armored puppet as tall as a mountain, slowly moving mountains one after another.
There are also some ferocious beasts from ancient times with body lengths of thousands of feet, all covered with scars. Without exception, they are driven by golden-armored puppets holding long whips to perform hard labor, working hard and dragging the mountains.
Occasionally, some relics of the wilderness who were able to rest for a while, exhausted, used some mountain peaks as pillows and slept soundly. There was no trace of the innate ferocity in their bodies, all of which had been worn away by the endless hardships.
This picture, in this world, can only be passed down through word of mouth and lies, which is far from the truth.
Because no one dares to fly over these hundreds of thousands of mountains without authorization.
In the long history, there have indeed been some great demons in the upper five realms who did not believe in evil, and then were dragged down by countless gold-priced puppets, and eventually became one of those coolie demons, and ended up sleeping forever in the mountains.
Each of the huge skeletons cannot even be reincarnated.
On the top of those mountains, there was a dilapidated thatched hut. Behind the house was a vegetable garden with rare greenery. The hut was surrounded by a crooked wooden fence. There was a skinny watchdog lying at the door, panting slightly.
A thin old man stood in the open space outside the door, facing the mountain, reaching out and scratching his cheek, wondering what he was thinking.
The skinny dog suddenly stood up, flew out, and roared in one direction.
A majestic wind, shaped like a tornado, swept away in a mighty manner, directly shattering a large sea of dark clouds that obscured one of the bright moons.
The old man remained indifferent.
When the sea of clouds broke, on the ground surrounding the mountain, a golden-armored puppet stood, holding a variety of exaggerated weapons that matched his body shape, many of which had the snow-white bones of ancient ferocious beasts as spears.
One of the golden-armored puppets threw the bone spear in his hand toward the sky, and the thunder roared, as if it had the power to create the world.
The spear aimed directly at two figures the size of rice grains in the distance in the sky.
The two visitors who came from afar showed their presence in person.
One of them was a tall old man, wearing a bright red robe. The surface of the robe was rippled with waves of blood, and ferocious faces appeared vaguely on the robe. He tried to stretch out his hand to reach out of the sea water, but it quickly disappeared and was blocked by the water.
Drowned in blood.
This burly old man wore a dark belt of unknown material, inlaid with fragments of a long sword.
Next to the old man is a junior with a young face, with a long sword hanging on each side of his waist, and a snow-white sword case slung across his back, revealing the hilts of three long swords.
Seeing that the spear was about to break through the air, the young man's eyes were burning, but they were not directed at the spear, but at the old man on the top of the mountain who had his back turned to them.
The powerful spear turned into powder and scattered everywhere after the red-robed old man glanced at it.
The other sharp weapons thrown at him were exactly the same, they all shattered before they even got close.
The old man in red robe was a little angry, not because he was blocked by this offensive, but because he was angry at the way the old guy treated guests. He was too underestimating people. He just let these golden-armored puppets take action, and finally killed the few in the cage underground.
The old guy was released and it was pretty much the same.
The old man in red robe sneered, "Old blind man, have you lived in someone else's territory for so long that you really forgot who the owner is? Are you just using these to tickle me?!"
He slapped it away, and a golden-armored puppet on the ground was instantly smashed into the ground, causing dust to fly.
After that, the attacks continued, and a series of noises like firecrackers appeared on the ground, and all the golden-armored puppets that were as towering as mountains were completely disappeared.
The short old man on the top of the mountain turned his head and "looked" at the two big monsters standing at the top of the world.
His eye sockets were actually empty, like two pitch-black bottomless abyss.
The short old man, who was called the old blind man, was still scratching his cheek.
Logically speaking, if the same monks in the Thirteenth Realm, or a handful of the secret Fourteenth Realm, fight in their own homes, unless outsiders bring unreasonable weapons, of course, there are also several such things.
All the people in the world can be counted together. Except for four swords, such as a white jade palace, a certain string of Buddhist beads, and a book, other than that, at home and in the world, everyone is generally invincible.
, it is even possible to beat the opponent to death.
Especially after reaching the first level of the Lost Second Realm, if you are full and hold on, go to other places to have fun, and be suppressed by the rules of that world, that is the most "natural" thing.
It's just that in the vast world, there are always a few exceptions, so why is it strange?
For example, this old blind man, a foreigner in a barbaric world, lives a more carefree life than his master.
Another example is Haoran Tianxia’s stinky nose.
The old blind man said hoarsely, "It's enough to let that guy do the talking. As for you two, if you stand so high again, I will be rude."
The "young man" with five swords on his body smiled.
As the youngest swordsman cultivator in the fifth realm, he participated in that earth-shattering battle and even defeated the swordsman of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, forcing him to become one of the gatekeepers of the Upside Down Mountain.
He felt that the old blind man under his feet was indeed very powerful, but not so powerful that he was lawless.
The red-robed old man's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and his fierce and violent aura almost made the river of time around him stand still.
But in the end he just snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
The young swordsman with outstanding military exploits hesitated for a moment, then said anxious words in his heart, "Hurry up!"
Suddenly, a huge pulling force swept over the sword cultivator.
The Sword Fairy Demon was about to take this opportunity to draw his sword. He waited for the old blind man for a while, but found that the old man in red robe roared angrily, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him hard against the sky.
Then the red-robed old man waved his sleeves and rolled out a raging river of blood, trying to interrupt the energy that had been targeting the junior sword cultivator.
The heaven and earth are turned upside down, and the energy system is in chaos.
The red-robed old man's face changed slightly as he felt the suffocating pressure of the avenue. He waved his sleeves vigorously, and the long rivers of blood almost converged into a giant lake. He said sternly, "Old blind man, do you believe it or not that I will kill this hundred thousand mountain like yours?"
Destroy it?!"
The old blind man stopped scratching his cheek.
At this moment, a majestic voice came into this huge "little world", "That's enough."
The old man in red robe stopped angrily, put away his magical power, and the river of blood returned to Daxiu.
The old blind man stretched out his hand and grabbed the great sword fairy demon by his feet. He squatted down. The young demon with a horrified face found that he could not move. The short old man reached out and pulled out an eyeball from his eye socket and put it away.
He put it in his mouth and chewed it, then turned his head and spit it out, then spat it out on the ground. As a result, the scrawny old dog drooled and ran over to him and swallowed it in one gulp.
The old blind man stood up, raised his toes, and kicked the sword fairy who was missing an eyeball into the air, "This is for your sake."
Heaven and earth returned to silence.
The old blind man clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the courtyard gate. He looked at the old dog and sneered, "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."
I started to scratch my cheek again, turned around and walked towards the cliff. I always felt that some of the "pen and ink" on this scroll needed to be deleted or added.
Just kept standing like that.
The old blind man suddenly frowned, hesitated for a moment, moved his fingers slightly, and the golden-armored puppets who had stood up again sat down again.
This time the guests are an old man and a young woman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
The old blind man showed a smile to the dusty young woman that even he found awkward. I'm afraid whoever saw it would only find it eerie and terrifying.
Then he turned to look at the old man and said angrily, "Chen Qingdu, don't bother me! I won't help anyone this time!"
The boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall is Chen Qingdu.
Chen Qingdu asked, "Are you still a human being?"
The old blind man replied, "Ask yourself, are we still human?"
Chen Qingdu nodded and said, "I am."
The old blind man was silent for a moment and asked, "No matter how fierce the two worlds fight, can they be as powerful as before? If they are beaten to death, they will only break that one more. It was like this back then. After a thousand and ten thousand years, can it become as powerful as before?"
Where to go? Isn't the world still like this? What's the point? Maybe it can be completely overthrown and smashed, and reunited."
Chen Qingdu said, "You deserve to be blind."
The old blind man suddenly laughed and said, "That's good.
Let's get over you, a watchdog who works hard for others. A cunning rabbit is cooked by a lackey. One time is not enough, and you need to taste it again? I think the reason why you, the remnants of the prisoners, ended up in the situation you are in today is because of Chen Qing
It's all you people who are involved. I've been here for so long, do you know why I haven't been willing to look north? I'm afraid that when I see you, the biggest joke in the world, I will laugh to death."
The old blind man pointed at the trembling old dog at the door of the courtyard, "Look at Chen Qingdu, how much better is he?"
The old blind man deflected his gaze and smiled hoarsely at the young woman, "Girl Ning, don't be upset. It has nothing to do with you. You are still very good."
Ning Yao remained silent.
Chen Qingdu quickly left with Ning Yao.
The old blind man sighed softly. He was no longer in the mood to admire the unfinished mountain and river painting. He walked towards the courtyard gate and saw the obsequious old dog raising his head and sticking out his tongue. The old blind man suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped heavily on the old dog.
On its back, it immediately whimpered and begged for mercy. The old blind man directly trampled the entire backbone of this ancient demon with extremely tenacious vitality. Anyway, relying on the eyes of the young demon, it could recover quickly.
The old blind man muttered and walked into the yard.
On the wall on the other side of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
The eldest swordsman was sitting cross-legged, while Ning Yao was drinking.
Chen Qingdu said calmly, "You don't have to fight for me. The old blind man was the one who was hurt the most at the beginning. So it was not like the rumors say that he lost his eyes after losing a battle with the ancestral demon in the wild world, but he lost his eyes very early."
Before, he stretched out his hand and cut out his eyeballs. One of them was thrown into the world of Haoran, and the other was dropped in the world of Qingming. I went to find him this time because I wanted to hear his words with my own ears, "No one can."
If you don’t help, it’s already very good.”
Ning Yao nodded.
Ning Yao drank half a bottle of wine and turned to look at the boss Sword Immortal.
Chen Qingdu laughed angrily and said, "Girl Ning, I'm not talking about you. You should go back to your home and take a look. This is my territory, Grandpa Chen. How can I be kicked out by you?"
Despite what he said, the old man still jumped off the wall and walked back to his hut.
In fact, he knew the reason. That boy had punched on this wall before.
Ning Yao took out a scroll from his sleeve, put the wine bottle aside, then leaned on the wall and spread out the revolving lantern of the long river of time. Is this the third or fourth time?
On the scroll, the scene was at the immortal tomb that she had also visited. A group of children were flying paper kites. There was a dark and skinny child sitting far away, appearing alone. While running, a group of children of the same age were flying paper kites, passing by.
Next to the guy, he tugged at the paper kite, then squatted down, picked up a piece of mud, and threw it hard. When he saw the figure who turned around and ran away, the tall kid with the paper kite in his hand burst into laughter.
Ning Yao stretched out a finger and tapped on the scroll, hitting the tall child on the forehead. She muttered a little.
She then took back her hand and just read the picture quietly.
There are actually many objects close by, but she only looks at one at a time.
She turned around, folded her hands under the back of her head, and gently shook one leg.
Like him, it has nothing to do with the picture scroll.
After seeing a painting, I just liked it and liked it even more.
Who she likes, Ning Yao, has nothing to do with heaven and earth.
Chen Pingan could practice a million punches stupidly for her.
But is this amazing?
Ning Yao opened her eyes. She felt that even if she died a million times, she could still like him.
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Mao Xiaodong told Chen Pingan that the undercurrent in the capital of the Sui Dynasty would no longer affect Shanya Academy. The happiest person was of course Li Baoping, who took Chen Pingan and started to wander around the capital. He invited his junior uncle to eat at the restaurant she often visited.
We spent more than half a month in two small restaurants in back alleys and visited various places of interest in the Sui Dynasty. Li Baoping said that there were still half interesting places that he had not visited, but through Cui Dongshan's chat, he learned that
The young uncle has just reached the second level of Qi Practitioner. It is a critical period when he needs to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth day and night. Li Baoping plans to follow the rules of his hometown and "save".
Chen Pingan began to practice real practice.
Use the pure Yang Qi at specific times during the day to warm the internal organs and resist the erosion of external evil and turbid Qi.
Use the clear yin energy absorbed at certain times of the night to nourish the two acupoints that have been opened to place the natal objects.
Since the refining of golden literary courage involves Confucian practice to a large extent, Mao Xiaodong personally took out a collection of poems and guided Chen Ping'an in reading through more than a hundred of the most famous poems beyond the Great Wall in history.
Knowing that Chen Ping'an had traveled so far away, he had never even visited an ancient battlefield site on the two continents. He had only seen a group of monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha at a battlefield in the small lotus root blessed land, so he added
Chen Ping'an gave him a lesson.
The True Body Talisman of the Day and Night Traveling God has been "closed" by Mao Xiaodong. Otherwise, no matter how high the grade of the talisman is or how slow the flow of spiritual energy is, it will not be a good thing.
As for the method of opening the door, after Cui Dongshan told Chen Ping'an in detail about the origin of the true body talisman, Cui Dongshan went back to figure it out and fiddled with it, and finally it was done.
Cui Dongshan licked his face and said that he wanted to read the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". He was willing to pay his husband a small sum of money for every page he turned.
Chen Pingan did not agree.
Pei Qian went shopping with Chen Ping'an and Li Baoping several times. He really felt that it was more comfortable in the academy. He walked around every day, leaving in the morning and coming back at night. He was almost exhausted. How could he be with Li Huai in Cui Dongshan's courtyard?
After bragging and spanking, playing backgammon, and then finding excuses to stay in the academy, Chen Ping'an also felt that Pei Qian had come such a long way, and he was no less than them.
He just let Pei Qian play and fool around in the academy, but he would check Pei Qian's copying of books every day, and let Zhu Lian keep an eye on Pei Qian's walking and sword practice. Regarding martial arts, whether Pei Qian paid attention to it or not?
It's important. Chen Ping'an doesn't value it particularly, but a stick of incense can make a lot of difference.
Mao Xiaodong often chatted with Chen Ping'an, and one of them said, "Laws are just tools for governing the country, not the source of controlling turbidity."
It must be that Mao Xiaodong was worried that Chen Ping'an, his junior brother, would accidentally go further and further down the road of Legalism, so he had to give a warning.
Mao Xiaodong laughed at that time and said, "This sentence was not said by us Confucian scholars. It was not deliberately belittled by Legalists and promoted Confucianism. It was said by a cruel official of the Chinese Legalists who is famous in history."
Chen Pingan nodded in approval.
In Cui Dongshan's yard, Pei Qian and Li Huai often got together, turning over and over, reading the romance novels about knights and knights, at varying speeds, so they often quarreled over whether they should turn the pages. Occasionally, Li Huai
Baoping will also watch with them for a while, but Pei Qian and Li Huai like to watch the flash of swords, the flying flesh and blood, and the soul-stirring scenes of life and death.
Li Baoping also read these, but he preferred to look at those characters who may not even have names, and wondered why this person would say and do this in this place in the book.
One day, Zhu Lian took out a pile of manuscripts he had written. It was about a scene in the book where one after another the chivalrous women were in trouble and were humiliated by celebrities and unknown people. After Yu Lu secretly read it, he was astonished.
Zhu Lian felt that Yu Lu was indeed his confidant and he was very close to him.
Cui Dongshan's study room is filled with ancient paintings with a fairy spirit. Each scroll has pictures of birds singing and flowers fragrant, fresh rain in empty mountains, and pictures of an old man fishing in the cold river.
As a result, Li Huai and Pei Qian "added extravagance" that night and made unauthorized sketches on these famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, which greatly ruined the scenery.
For example, in Pei Qian, he painted a crooked birdcage for birds, which was inspired by the luancage of Miss Liu from Qingluan Kingdom.
Li Huai drew a strange fish that was bigger than the boat beside the boat.
Cui Dongshan was not angry after seeing it.
One day, Cui Dongshan took out a eccentric palace painting, a picture of skeletons and ghosts recuperating from the summer heat. He was very happy and said that he wanted to give Pei Qian some insights.
Pei Qian looked carefully and saw that a skeleton suddenly grew in size and almost broke through the scroll. Pei Qian was so scared that his soul almost flew away. He even dared to sit there blankly and cried silently.
Until he saw Chen Pingan, he just pursed his lips.
As a result, Cui Dongshan was chased and beaten by Chen Pingan. He punched and kicked him, yelled and cursed, and even the dialect of his hometown in Longquan County came out of his mouth. He grabbed a broom and hit Cui Dongshan on the back of the head. Cui Dongshan flew forward.
He went out, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and then he barely escaped.
Cui Dongshan occasionally talks about serious things.
That day, a bunch of people somehow got chatting about human lifespan. Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "You should know about snakes shedding their skin, right? I grew up in the countryside, so I must have seen a lot of them."
Chen Pingan nodded, Li Baoping, Pei Qian and Li Huai also nodded.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "If it is said that the human soul is the basis, and the rest of the skin, bones and flesh are the clothes, then guess how many pieces of 'human skin clothes' an ordinary person will have to replace in his life when he lives to be sixty years old?"
Pei Qian felt that this statement made her hair stand on end.
Cui Dongshan smiled and stretched out a finger.
Pei Qian's eyes widened, "Ten pieces?"
Li Baoping frowned and said, "One hundred?"
Li Huai just wanted to cause trouble. He liked to argue with Li Baoping and Pei Qian, and said carelessly, "One thousand!"
Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "In this life, a person will have to change a thousand pieces of human skin clothes without knowing it."
Cui Dongshan continued, "Coupled with those Qi Mansion acupoints that are incomparably in tune with heaven and earth, so there are spiritual beings in the world who are willing to transform into human forms after becoming spirits."
"The imperial porcelain from the Long Kiln in your hometown is obviously so fragile and vulnerable, most afraid of being bumped. Why does His Majesty the Emperor still order people to bake it? Why don't you just ask for the mud from the mountain, or a pottery pot with a stronger body?
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Li Huai laughed and said, "It looks good and is valuable. Cui Dongshan, why would you ask such a mindless question?"
Cui Dongshan scolded, "Yes, yes, you are the only one who has a brain and looks like a tiger with a tiger's head. If you are a tiger, you will be a bitch."
Li Huai made a face and said with a playful smile, "If you don't want to listen, I'm just a bastard chanting sutras."
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.
Chen Ping'an was sitting in the corridor of Cui Dongshan's courtyard one day. He picked a sword gourd but did not drink any wine. He put his palm against the mouth of the gourd and gently shook the jug.
There is no one around in the small courtyard for the time being, and it is rare to have a moment of peace.
After refining the two natal objects of water and gold, refining the third natal object belonging to the Five Elements has become an unavoidable hurdle.
But according to Zhang Shanfeng, for an ordinary Qi practitioner, three items are enough. One for attack and one for defense. The last one helps the Qi practitioner absorb spiritual energy faster. This is already a pretty impressive achievement for a monk under the Earth Immortal.
Regarding whether the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month could be refined into Chen Pingan's own natal objects, Cui Dongshan was vague. He only said that the Lihuo flying sword cultivated by Yuanying sword was given to him as a thank you.
She successfully refined it into a natal object. Compared with the natal flying sword of the sword cultivator, it seems that there is not much difference, but in fact it is different from clouds and mud. It is more useless. But the so-called tasteless is compared to the monks of the upper five realms.
Ordinary Earth Immortals, given this opportunity, can deprive an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator of his natal flying sword and use it for his own use, and can still burn high incense.
Fire, earth, wood.
There are three natal items left.
Chen Ping'an had completely given up on the idea of using the five-color soil of the Great Li Dynasty as the natal object.
The old Taoist temple master once asked the little Taoist boy carrying a huge gourd to pass on a message, which mentioned that Miss Ruan Xiu's fire dragon could be used for refining, but Chen Pingan was not crazy, let alone this kind of thing.
Chen Ping'an felt helpless just thinking about Ruan Qiong's thief-proof eyes. I'm afraid that as long as Ruan Qiong knew about this thought, he would definitely be cast into a sword by this military sage.
Hammer, hammer him into a puddle of flesh.
Then don’t think about the fire of the five elements.
So the last thing left is wood.
Chen Pingan actually had some plans. The old locust tree that was cut down was divided among the common people at that time. The locust wood sword left on the Great Wall of Sword Qi was the one he asked Xiao Baoping to carry back.
One of the locust branches.
Song Jixin had talked about the changes in his hometown. It was obvious that the people in the small town were now smarter than the others, and the Baofengzhai in Niujiao Mountain had good eyesight, so Chen Ping'an might not be able to pick up the slack.
Chen Ping'an was so worried that he scratched his head.
Lie back.
Now he is a pure martial artist at the peak of the Five Realms.
For a second-level Qi practitioner, everything is difficult at the beginning. Chen Pingan himself knows best how hard it is for this second-level monk.
The sword fairy carries a half-immortal weapon on his back, but unless he fights to the death, it is not easy to draw the sword.
The sword-raising gourd has two flying swords. The fifteenth one who was born in Xiaofengdu is not bad, but he is about to rebel in the first year of junior high school. He has the same mind with Chen Ping'an, and almost every day he clamors to eat the last and largest piece of long sliced dragon.
tower.
Wearing a golden robe, fortunately, it is not harmful to wear it before the Seventh Realm. On the contrary, it can help quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. To a large extent, it is equivalent to making up for the fatal flaw in Chen Pingan's cultivation talent after the Changsheng Bridge was cut off. However, every time
Using the method of inner vision to patrol the Qi Mansion, the little green-clothed children who were condensed by water transport still had resentful eyes. It was obvious that they were often unable to make ends meet with the aura of the Water Mansion, which put them in an embarrassing situation where a clever woman could not make a living without rice. Therefore,
They are particularly aggrieved.
On the other hand, the little man in Confucian shirt with golden literary courage gave Chen Pingan some unexpected joy. Riding on the fire dragon made of pure energy, he showed off his power every day, lived happily, and helped Chen Pingan patrol his own little world.
This move can benefit the soul and help Chen Ping'an expand his muscles. Moreover, some of the sluggish impurities left over from the battles and death battles, the turbid and filthy air hidden in the depths of the soul, are ridden by the little man on the fire dragon, like a
The general, single-handedly attacked the city and fortified the stronghold, working diligently to clean up the remnants of the rebels hiding in the deep mountains and old forests.
However, it, the fire dragon, and the green-clad boys in the Shui Mansion who were equally diligent in running the household were obviously not very easy to deal with, and the two sides had already adopted a posture of never having any contact with each other.
After stumbling and finally becoming a Qi practitioner, Chen Pingan was actually a little confused for the first time.
There are trade-offs to be made.
In order to survive, Chen Ping'an did not hesitate to practice boxing and walking and endure hardships.
But now there is no need to worry about life. As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to immediately reach the six realms today. If a person from a wealthy family has to worry about whether to earn gold or silver, this makes Chen Pingan very uncomfortable.
I am used to being a pauper at heart, and I always feel that the bag of copper coins tightly held in my hand, or the thin layer of rice in the rice vat, is what truly belongs to me.
Even if there are mountains of gold and silver around me, I still feel that even if they belong to me today, when I wake up, they will belong to someone else tomorrow.
Chen Ping'an knew that this was wrong, but it was easy to change the situation, but it was hard to change the nature. On this matter, he could not say that he was still making progress, but after all, the progress was slow.
In fact, Chen Ping'an has learned that many things have changed a lot in the past few years. For example, if he doesn't wear straw sandals, it would be awkward to put on boots and he would almost be unable to walk. For example, if he wears a golden robe and a jade hairpin on his head, he always feels like he is
It's the kind of monkey-like crown mentioned in the book. Another example is that for the dream that he once told Lu Tai, he would buy a lot of useless things that cost money, hoping that one day he would have a new home with a big business in Longquan County.
Chen Pingan crossed his legs and shook them gently.
The little lotus figure sneaked its head out from the ground, darted up the steps, and finally climbed up to sit on Chen Pingan's feet.
Chen Pingan put his finger to his mouth to signal not to speak.
Ever since Cui Dongshan first appeared in the village of Qingluan Kingdom, the little lotus figure has almost disappeared. This is what Chen Pingan asked it to do. Although it didn't understand, it did it.
The little lotus figure with only one arm stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, smiled and nodded vigorously.
Chen Ping'an swayed his legs, and the little guy seemed to be swinging. If it hadn't been covering its mouth, it would have giggled a long time ago.
As soon as he saw the cheerful little lotus flower, Chen Pingan felt much more peaceful, and all those distracting thoughts and worries were swept away.
Chen Pingan closed his eyes. Not long after, he noticed a slight movement on the back of his feet. He turned around and opened his eyes to see that the little guy was imitating him, lying down and crossing his legs.
After being discovered by Chen Pingan, it narrowed its eyes with a smile.
Chen Ping'an lay on his side, and he followed suit.
Chen Ping'an began to shake his head, seemingly mumbling something, but making no sound.
The little guy followed the example of Chen Pingan.
One big and one small actually don't know what they are talking about.
Chen Ping'an didn't know.
Cui Dongshan was just outside the small courtyard wall, his head leaning against the wall, his body like a... slope.
Cui Dongshan knew why Chen Ping'an deliberately let the Lotus figure hide from him.
Because in Chen Ping'an's eyes, the carefree little lotus flower is already the best.
He didn't even want to know whether the little lotus figure was actually rare, priceless, or useful.
So Cui Dongshan felt a little uncomfortable holding back.
Because he really wanted to tell Chen Ping'an that that little guy was really not that simple.
But Cui Dongshan didn't know why. He thought about it over and over again. Although he knew that whether he told Chen Ping'an or not, the result would be the same in the end, but Cui Dongshan just thought about it and suddenly felt that if he didn't tell it, he wouldn't tell it.
It's actually quite good.
As soon as Cui Dongshan figured this out, he smiled and returned to normal. He knocked his head back slightly, stood up straight, and drifted forward quietly.
If there is any unhappiness in life, it is only because I have not met my husband.
Cui Dongshan was very happy at the moment, because as long as he used this sentence to ask for credit from Xiaobaoping, he might be able to avoid being slapped with seals in the future.
So Cui Dongshan ran away and winked at the little girl in the red skirt outside the window of the school.