A young man with an unfamiliar face came to the wine shop and ordered a bottle of the cheapest wine.
The shop's business was particularly deserted today, which is a rare thing.
Therefore, the young man in white, who is as handsome as a banished immortal, is very lucky and has a table to sit at.
It's just that the young man's face turned pale, as if he was ill.
Zhang Jiazhen brought the wine pot and wine bowl over, plus a plate of pickles, and told the guests to wait a moment. Then there was a bowl of Yangchun noodles for free.
The guest opened the wine pot, smelled it vigorously, held the wine bowl in his hand, glanced at the pickles, raised his head, and asked in the mellow Jianqi Great Wall dialect: "Such a big wine bowl, such a fragrant Xianjia wine."
, and there are pickles and Yangchun noodles that people can eat for free?! Are they really not Xiaoshu money, just snow money?! Is there any wine shop in the world that does this kind of business? Make a deal with your little guy in advance, I will fix it
You are high and your backing is even bigger. If you want to do that fairy dance on me, there is no way."
Zhang Jiazhen had heard too many complaints from drinkers and drunkards, and it was the first time that she objected to the price of drinks being too cheap. It was probably those foreigners from the vast world. Otherwise, in her hometown, even if she was drinking with Jianxian, or at Taixiang Street
Among the high-ranking disciples on Xuanhu Street, no matter what wine shop or restaurant they were in, there were only those who disliked the high prices and the bad taste of the drinks. Zhang Jiazhen laughed and said, "Guests, feel free to drink. It's really just a piece of cake."
The young man in white pushed the pot of wine further away, put his hands in his sleeves, shook his head and said, "I don't dare drink this wine. It's too cheap. It must be a scam!"
An old sword cultivator at the next table took advantage of the fact that there were not many people at the nearby wine tables. He sat down next to the young man in white with an empty wine bowl, and said with a smile: "You are a foreigner, even though you can talk about us,
If you look at the face here, you'll be drunk if you don't drink it. I bought this bottle of wine."
After the young man said this, he stretched out his hand to hold down the wine bottle, "Just buy it if you want. Do I seem to be a person who is short of money?"
The old sword cultivator was a little helpless. The second shopkeeper always had a vicious eye and a darker heart. Why did he choose such a shill who was just starting out and couldn't tell what was good or bad? The old sword cultivator could only ask in words: "My little fellow Taoist is also one of my own, right?"
?Oh, look at how unhelpful you are, these words are too obvious, they are your own ideas? I guess the second shopkeeper will not teach you to say these things."
As expected, there was an old drunkard and old gambler who only liked to squat on the roadside and drink, but didn't like to drink at the table. He sneered and said: "Where did the evil shopkeeper find the young helper? This is the first time you have done this."
Is this such an unconscionable thing? Didn’t the second shopkeeper even mention it to you? That’s right, now that I have earned a lot of money, I don’t know where to hide and count the money, but I can’t take care of cultivating the wine for the time being.
It’s just a shill. I’m surprised. Our Jianqi Great Wall has always only had gambling shills. Well, when the second shopkeeper comes, he will come up with something new. Why not just start a sect..."
Speaking of this, the old gambler who happened to lose a lot of spare money today turned around and said with a smile: "Die Zhang, I didn't mention you. If you weren't the big shopkeeper, Grandpa Liu would be so poor that he could only drink water, and he wouldn't be willing to come."
Drink here."
Diezhang smiled and didn't care. In Chen Ping'an's words, the drinkers scolded him and the second shopkeeper casually. Scolding too much wastes saliva and makes it easy to drink more. But those who finish scolding once and then never come back to drink are purely just
If you don't want to spend money to have fun, then ask the big shopkeeper to help me write down the name or appearance. In the future, the second shopkeeper will have to find a chance to make amends, be friendly, and smile away the grudges with the other party.
Soon some guests at the table shook their heads and said: "I think our second shopkeeper is evil, but not so heartless. I guess he is a shill from another restaurant, and he came here deliberately to disgust the second shopkeeper. Come on, come on."
, I offer you a bowl of wine. Although my method is a little clumsy, but at a young age, I am very courageous and dare to fight with the second shopkeeper. You are a hero and worthy of my bowl of wine."
The big shopkeeper, Die Zhang, happened to pass by the wine table, stretched out his fingers, and tapped the tabletop gently.
The guest put down his wine bowl angrily, forced a smile and said, "Miss Diezhang, we really don't have any prejudice against you. It's just a pity that the boss is not kind to others. Forget it, I'll punish myself with a bowl."
This guest drank a bowl of wine and was wronged by Miss Diezhang, wasn't he? This man is both aggrieved and sad. I got the personal teachings of the second shopkeeper, and privately obtained the tips and tricks from the second shopkeeper.
"It's black, if it's too black, it's white, if it's too black, it's white, if it's black and white, it's hard to predict the gods." Those who use the fairy formula are serious people.
But the man thought again, forget it, anyway, every time the second shopkeeper secretly sits in the banker, he makes a lot of money. Afterwards, the second shopkeeper will secretly divide the spoils and give money. No, it is dividends, what kind of spoils. As for how much money will be given in the end, there are no rules.
Weird, the second shopkeeper has the final say. A "taoist friend" like Hanzi is only responsible for collecting money. The second shopkeeper made it clear from the beginning that if you give too much, you don't need to thank him. You can just come to the shop and pay more for drinks. If you give less, you don't need to thank him.
Don't complain. Sharing money is a matter of affection, not sharing is a duty. If someone is careless, be careful when walking at night. No one will have a bump in the dark.
Nowadays, it is impossible to drink in this small wine shop without having some snacks.
But as time goes by, and you develop some skills in drinking, you will actually find it very interesting. For example, people who drink in this shop now like you to look at me, and I look at you, looking for clues to try to identify who the other person is.
Enemies are friends.
This man felt that he should be one of the second shopkeeper’s many wine stooges, one with higher seniority, higher cultivation, and better understanding. Otherwise, the second shopkeeper would not have hinted to him that in the future, he would let a trustworthy Taoist friend sit in the bank and be the sole keeper.
Pay attention to who is a shill and who is not. There is no reason for outsiders to earn this kind of money. As for the authenticity here, anyway, it will not cause some family members who have to temporarily stop working to lose money. It guarantees that after the identity is exposed,
You can get a large amount of "pension money", and at the same time, you can let some Taoist friends hide deeper. As for how the person who is the banker makes money, it is actually very simple. He will temporarily discuss it with some senior swordsmen who are not Taoist friends, and use
[ . ] Let’s use our sincere love and face to let them help us spread suspicions. In short, it will never damage the reputation and gambling products of the person who is the banker. The reason is very simple, all one-stick transactions in the world are
It’s not a good deal. We are cultivators, we are certain swordsmen, we have a long life, but our character is not strong enough.
Except for the last words of the second shopkeeper, the man really didn't have the shame to echo anything when he heard about it, but he still deeply believed in all the previous words.
The man was drinking wine and basking in the sun. For some reason, at first he thought the wine here was not expensive and affordable, but now he really feels that the Zhuhai Dongtian wine tastes pretty good.
Cui Dongshan took out a snowflake, placed it gently on the wine table, and started drinking.
If you ask about the subtleties of people's hearts, let alone the drunkards and gamblers here, I am afraid that even his husband Chen Ping'an would never dare to say that he can compare with his student Cui Dongshan.
The human heart in this world, over time, can only feed itself to its fullest, but not alone.
During the more than a year he spent at the Great Wall of Jianqi, what he did seemed to be chaotic, but in Cui Dongshan's view, it was actually very simple, and there was no trace of sloppiness in people's minds.
It's nothing more than a fake, taking advantage of the situation.
This is the same person as the husband before Shu Jianhu.
fake.
It's the wine shop, with drinks, pickles, Yangchun noodles, horizontal scrolls of couplets, and a wall of white cards. Baijianxian Sealpu, Jianjianxian Sealpu, folding fan Wanfan.
Take advantage of the situation.
It's the four gatekeepers including Qi Shou and Pang Yuanji, it's Chen Sanqiu, Yan Pei and other high-ranking descendants, it's the entire Ning Mansion, it's the title of Wen Sheng's disciples, senior brothers and so on, it's all the people who come here to drink, and the inscriptions are on Wu
The sword immortals on the card are many sword cultivators in greater numbers. They are Yu Xuanfu, a wealthy woman from the Middle-earth Divine Continent. They are the people of the Great Wall of Sword Qi who all spent money to buy seals and fans.
Once you have done these two things, you can do more besides self-protection.
To protect yourself is to protect your family and life, but also to protect your heart. Do you want to think more about whether my words and deeds are harmless to the world? Let’s not talk about whether I can do it in the end, just whether I am willing or not.
, will be different people. If you don’t think about these things, it may not harm others, but as long as you are willing to think about these things, it will naturally be better.
However, from Cui Dongshan's point of view, his husband is still stuck at the level of good and good and evil and evil, spinning in circles. It seems like a ghost is beating a wall, and he can only bear the worries and worries by himself, but it is a good thing.
As for the possibility of good giving rise to evil, and evil giving rise to good, Mr. Wang still hasn’t thought much about it. Why did he, a student, mention the ghost of the married woman outside the ancestral house on Mu Ping Lane, deliberately making it so?
An originally simple matter was deliberately complicated, overgrown with weeds, and complicated, making it difficult for Mr. Cui Dongshan? It’s not like Cui Dongshan was full of food, so he naturally had some intentions. Mr. definitely knew that his intentions were not bad, but
The deeper meaning is unknown at the moment.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Mr. steps are steady, it doesn't matter if it's slower, raise your hands and feet, and walk freely.
Then there will be a breeze blowing into my sleeves and a bright moon on my shoulders.
To benefit others, you cannot just give it to others, and you must not be suspected of giving it. Otherwise, it will not matter if you give it to others for free. Others may not be able to keep it, but it will increase the cause and effect in vain.
Yishi, in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it all depends on the fate, or whether the wild world agrees or not.
Do not violate your original intention, grasp the appropriateness, proceed step by step, think without any omissions, do your best, take in and let go, and be comfortable.
At first glance.
Very chewy.
Mr. Chen Ping'an, is he more like Qi Jingchun or Cui Cheng?
Why did the old bastard Cui Zhang later create a Shu Jian Lake questioning game, trying to determine the real winner in a tug of war with Qi Jingchun?
He is not the gentleman who has taken a fancy to Cui Dongshan, but in fact, as he walks, he finally seems to become a real comrade with Cui Chan? Isn't this the most interesting thing in the world? So Cui Chan plans to let the dead
Qi Jingchun couldn't admit defeat, but in Cui Han's heart, he could win things over openly. Could you, Qi Jingchun, have imagined that during his lifetime, after so many choices, he just picked another "senior brother Cui Han"?
At that time, Cui Chan can laugh at Qi Jingchun, who has been thinking about it for a while in Lizhu Cave, and finally feels that the person who can "save himself and save others" is actually not Qi Jingchun himself, but someone like Cui Chan. Who loses, who wins
, visible at a glance.
Why did the old scholar separate old bastard Cui's bastard Chan from my Cui Dongshan's soul? Wasn't it also a case of treating the other person in his own way? Let Cui Chan know what he is thinking, and he still doesn't want to.
Totally correct?
Perhaps this is the old scholar who is a bad chess player. He has been hiding and hiding his unique chess skills all his life.
And of course Pei Qian, who was born in the blessed land of Lotus Roots, was also the unreasonable hand of the old scholar.
Cui Dongshan drank a bowl of wine and picked up a chopstick of pickles. It was indeed a little salty. Mr. is still too kind in business and wastes salt.
Watch Taoism.
Taoist temple.
Does the old scholar hope that his closed disciples will only observe the good and evil in people's hearts?
Far more than that.
It doesn't matter if he knows the good and evil of people's hearts. Mr. Cui Dongshan has long been on the road of being his own enemy. Knowing this, in fact, is just knowing it. Of course, the benefit is not small, but it is still not big enough.
The old scholar's true good intentions also hope to see more of the speed and slowness of people's hearts, and the myriad possibilities that extend out. The good and bad in this actually involve a more complex and profound, seemingly more unreasonable, phenomenon of good begetting evil.
, out of evil comes good.
This again involves an old incident in the early years of old sesame seeds and rotten millet.
At that time, Qi Jingchun no longer wanted to play chess with her senior brother Cui Han, so she ran to ask her husband if there was a chess game in the world that both sides could win.
At that time, the old scholar was drinking by himself. He just secretly lowered one leg from the bench and put on the air of a gentleman. After hearing this question, he burst out laughing and choked several times. I don't know whether he was happy or because the drink was spicy.
Almost shed tears.
At that time, a stupid guy was coveting the wine on the table, and said casually: "If you don't play chess, you won't lose. If you don't lose, you will win. This is the same as making money without spending money."
At that time, Zuo Zuo was wary of the stupid guy stealing a drink. His answer was, "My chess skills are high enough. If I can win chess, but I can lose so hard that I don't know what to do, I will win."
Cui Chan sat on the threshold, leaning against the door, and said with a smile: "On the premise of not breaking the rules, this possibility is only possible if the chessboard is infinitely large, otherwise don't even think about it."
At that time, the only young man in green shirt standing in the room just looked at his husband.
The old scholar smiled and said: "This question is a bit big. If I want to answer it well, sir, I have to think a little more."
Qi Jingchun nodded and said, "Sir, please finish your drink quickly."
The implication is that after the gentleman finished drinking, he should have the answer.
The old scholar smiled and nodded, looking confident, but as soon as he finished drinking, he started to stagger up, suppressed his blush, pretended to be drunk, and went to take a nap.
Cui Dongshan put down his chopsticks, looked at the square table like a chessboard, looked at the wine bottles and wine bowls on the table, sighed softly, stood up and left.
When they arrived at the gate of Ning Mansion, a young man in white holding an ordinary green bamboo hiking stick knocked on the door gently.
Nalan Yexing opened the door.
The young man smiled and said: "Grandpa Nalan, sir, you must often talk about me. I am Dongshan."
Nalan Yexing only knew that this person was his uncle's student, but he really didn't know that he was good-looking but not very smart. It was a pity.
The two disciples and students that my uncle led in earlier seemed to be very nice.
After Nalan Yexing closed the door, Cui Dongshan said with a puzzled look on his face: "Grandpa Nalan is obviously qualified to be a swordsman in the Ascension Realm, but he is in the Jade Pu Realm. Could it be that he was attacked by the old monster that has not been out for ten thousand years?"
, seriously injured Grandpa Nalan with his own hands? Why have such deeds not been spread throughout the world?"
Nalan Yexing laughed, he was not as knowledgeable as a guy with a bad brain.
Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, took out an old round yellow bead, and handed it to Nalan Yexing, "What a coincidence, I have a pill I picked up on the roadside. It will be difficult to help Grandpa Nalan return to the fairyland."
, but it might still be possible to mend the Jade Pure Realm."
Nalan Yexing glanced at it, but did not see the depth of the pill. The gift was too heavy, so there was no reason to accept it. The gift was too light, and there was no need to be polite, so he smiled and said: "I understand, take it back."
Cui Dongshan did not take back his hand, and added with a smile: "I picked it up on Caiyun Road in Baidi City."
With lightning speed, Nalan Yexing grabbed the pill from the young man in white and hid it in his sleeve. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to put it in his arms. The old man complained: "Dongshan, you kid
It’s true, what kind of gift should I give to Grandpa Nalan?”
Cui Dongshan looked surprised and stretched out his hand, "Looks raw? Isn't this junior superfluous? Then give it back to me."
Nalan Yexing stretched out his hand and gently pushed the young man's hand away, and said seriously: "Dongshan, look, if this happens, the rebirth will be different."
The young man seemed to be convinced by the old man, so he turned around and ran to the door of Ning Mansion. He opened the door himself, crossed the threshold, then turned around and stretched out his hand, "Give it back to me."
Nalan Yexing gasped, good guy, you are right, he is really that uncle's proud student, maybe he is the one who has obtained all the true information.
Nalan walked at night, pretending to be deaf and dumb, pretending to be blind, then turned around and left. This Ning Mansion can't be entered as much as it wants, and the door can't be closed as much as it wants.
Cui Dongshan entered the door, closed the door, quickly followed Nalan Yexing, and said softly: "Grandpa Nalan, do you know who I am now?"
Nalan Yexing smiled and said, "Dongshan, you are the most promising student among my uncle, right?"
Cui Dongshan said guiltily: "I only regret that I only picked up one on Caiyun Road in Baidi City."
A moment.
Cui Dongshan stretched out his fingers and blocked the side of his head.
Nalan Yexing smiled, "In this case, I can accept it with peace of mind."
Cui Dongshan put away his hand and said softly: "I beg Grandpa Nalan not to make any announcement about me being an Ascension Realm monk, lest the Sword Immortals think that I am too low a realm and embarrass you."
Nalan was a little tired during his night walk. It wasn't even the pill itself, but Cui Dongshan's words and deeds after the two parties met. He didn't even guess a single thing.
He only said that he had just used the flying sword to scare the young man. Since the other party was at an extremely high level, he could completely turn a blind eye or try his best to block the flying sword.
But this guy insisted on stretching out his hand to block it, and deliberately slowed down. His fingers came together to touch the flying sword, not on the tip of the sword, but only on the hilt.
Nalan walked at night and was worried.
Cui Dongshan walked side by side with the old man, looked around, and said casually with a playful smile: "Since I am your husband's student, is Grandpa Nalan worried that I am too bad, or is he worried that my husband is not good enough? Do you believe that I, Cui Dongshan, do not have enough brains?
Do you want to use it, or do you believe that my uncle’s thoughts are correct? Are you worried that I, a foreigner, will be covered by clouds and mist, or are you worried about the foundation of Ning Mansion? The flying swords of the swordsmen inside and outside Ning Mansion are not enough to break through the sea of clouds.
?A destitute sword cultivator of the upper fifth realm, should he believe in the killing power of his flying sword, or should he believe that the heart of his sword is clear and unsullied? Is it because after I said this, I originally believed it but failed?
Don’t you believe it so much?”
Nalan Yexing looked solemn.
Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said with emotion: "People with great strength always feel that they can save worry and effort when dealing with others. This is not good."
Nalan Yexing frowned.
Cui Dongshan glanced at Zhanlongya not far away and said, "Sir, I'm here, everything is worry-free. Brother Nalan, we two brothers must cherish it."
Nalan said nothing during his night walk.
When they arrived at the uncle's house, Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang were also there. Cui Dongshan bowed and thanked him, calling him Grandpa Nalan.
Nalan Yexing smiled and nodded, and said to Chen Ping'an who stood up in the room: "Just now, Dongshan and I hit it off and almost recognized me as a brother."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Okay, Grandpa Nalan, I understand."
Pei Qian secretly extended his thumb towards the big white goose at the door.
Cui Dongshan said with a blank look on his face: "Grandpa Nalan, I never said that."
Nalan Yexing smiled and said, "Does your husband believe in me, Brother Nalan, or does he believe in you, Brother Cui?"
Cui Dongshan covered his forehead with one hand and staggered, "I drank too much in the shop just now. What did I say, where was I, who was I..."
The thumbs that Pei Qian had just put down were raised again, and the thumbs of both hands were raised.
Nalan walked at night, feeling very relaxed and happy.
Chen Pingan glared at Cui Dongshan.
Cui Dongshan sat on the threshold, "Sir, let me sit here and enjoy the cool breeze to sober up."
Chen Pingan sat back down and continued to inscribe on the fan. Cao Qinglang was also helping.
Pei Qian wanted to help, but Master didn't allow it.
So she sat alone on the table next door, facing the gate and the big white goose. She winked at him and pointed at the two items on the table that were presented to her by the mistress in front of her.
Pei Qian was not polite to his mistress, and generously chose two gifts, a string of rosary beads of unknown material, with a seal carving of 108 people, which was antique.
A pair of chess pots, once the lid is opened, the chess pot with the white pieces will have a cloudy atmosphere, while the chess pot with the black pieces will have dark clouds, and there is a vague scene of the old dragon pouring rain.
There are more beads in the rosary, there are more chess pieces in the chess jar, and it doesn't matter what the rank is. Pei Qian has always felt that his wealth should be based on quantity.
Next time I have a fight with Li Huai, how will Li Huai win?
Cui Dongshan smiled and nodded, raised his hand and made a gentle clapping gesture. Pei Qian had already been in tune with him and raised his hand to high-five him from afar.
Pei Qian sat cross-legged on the bench, shaking his head and shoulders.
Chen Ping'an, who had his back to Pei Qian, said: "You have to sit and sit, have you forgotten?"
Pei Qian immediately seemed to have been cast on a body-fixing technique.
Cui Dongshan leaned against the door and looked at the three people in the room with a smile.
Pei Qian is taking care of himself.
Now whenever she comes across a temple, she will kowtow to the Bodhisattva.
I heard that she often went to Xinxiang Temple, especially in the capital city of Nanyuan, but for some reason, when she put her hands together, the palms of her hands were not close together, as if she was carrying something carefully.
I also heard from Zhong Qiu that she now has her first friend who is no longer a friend. Of course, it is not Chen Nuanshu and Zhou Mili who are still good friends now, nor is it the old cook Wei Xiaobai, but a friend from Nanyuan Kingdom.
A girl born and raised in the capital, she just got married a few years ago. Before she left the Lotus Root Blessed Land, she went to find her and admitted her mistake, but the girl didn't seem to accept or reject Pei Qian's apology, and she clearly recognized her appearance.
Pei Qian, whose height and appearance had not changed much, was a girl from a wealthy family. He just pretended not to know her because he was afraid. After Pei Qian left, behind Cao Qinglang's back, he secretly found Zhong Qiu and asked Mr. Zhong to help her.
Zhongqiu agreed to do something, and Pei Qian asked if it was the right thing to do. Zhongqiu said that it was not wrong, but did not say yes, let alone whether this move could truly correct the mistake. He only said to let her go on her own.
Asked her master. At that time, Pei Qian said that she did not dare to say this now. When she became bolder, she would say that she would not dare to say it until her master liked her more.
Cao Qinglang is writing carefully.
Much like a person.
Whatever you do, always be serious.
Therefore, it is even more necessary for someone to teach him that things are not allowed to be taken seriously, and he must not be too simplistic.
I just don’t know if Cao Qinglang now knows why his husband is willing to be so serious about being a walking baggage. Part of this seriousness is because of his guilt for Cao Qinglang, even if
Cao Qinglang's suffering in life has nothing to do with Mr.
There are many things and many words that Cui Dongshan will not say much. There are teachers who teach, teach and answer questions. Students and disciples, just listen and watch.
As for sir, are you still thinking about how to make money right now?
There were three people in the house.
In something, it's actually very similar.
That was when their parents left their country and never came back. They were still children at the time.
My husband’s parents were the first to leave. Then came Pei Qian, and then Cao Qinglang.
The three people in the room probably didn't want to grow up, but they had to grow up.
So Cui Dongshan didn't go into the house, he just wanted to sit on the threshold, put the hiking pole across his knees, and be alone, it was rare for him to take a break and be in a daze.
Chen Pingan slapped the table, which startled both Cao Qinglang and Pei Qian. Then the two of them listened to their husband, and the master laughed angrily and said: "The one who writes best is the laziest?!"
Cao Qinglang looked stunned and nodded: "It makes sense."
Pei Qian slapped the table, "Extremely wanton!"
Cui Dongshan quickly stood up, holding a hiking pole, and crossed the threshold, "Okay!"
Chen Pingan stood up, sat next to Pei Qian, and said with a smile: "Master will teach you how to play chess."
Pei Qian nodded vigorously, started to open the chess can, stretched out his hands, and shook it gently, "Okay! Big White Goose... what is it? It's the little senior brother! The little senior brother taught me to play chess, but I am a slow learner. Now,
It takes me ten sons to defeat him."
Chen Ping'an's smile did not change, but he stood up as soon as he sat down, "Then I'll wait for you later. Master is going to write. What are you doing here? Go and move the small book box over and copy the books!"
Pei Qian said oh and ran out.
The small bamboo box was quickly carried on my back.
But he found his master standing at the door, looking at him.
Pei Qian suddenly stopped at the door, raised his head and asked in confusion: "Master, are you waiting for me?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I remember when someone carried a bucket to fetch water, but he couldn't do it so fast."
Pei Qian looked a little panicked.
Chen Pingan reached out and rubbed her head, and said with a smile: "Master and Cao Qinglang, they could wait for you to come home at that time, and of course they can wait even more now."
Cui Dongshan raised his head and said plaintively: "I am the first person I met sir!"
Pei Qian immediately smiled happily and said, "I was earlier than Cao Qinglang!"
Cao Qinglang turned to look at the door and just smiled.
Pei Qian immediately said to Big White Goose: "Is it interesting to fight for this? Huh?!"
Cui Dongshan raised his hands, "Senior Sister is right."
Chen Pingan patted Pei Qian on the head and said, "Go and copy the book."
In the end, Chen Pingan sat on the threshold, took out the sword gourd, and started drinking.
The three people in the room each glanced at the back of the figure at the door, and then went about their own business.
Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Cao Qinglang, I will help you make a hiking pole later."
Cao Qinglang turned around and said, "Sir, there are some students."
Chen Ping'an didn't turn his head and said with a smile: "That's not a gift from your husband. If you don't mind, you can take the one in the wing opposite first."
Cao Qinglang thought for a moment and said, "As long as it's not straw sandals, it's fine."
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and muttered: "It's so annoying to compare people to each other."
After Pei Qian finished writing a sentence, he secretly made a face during the pause and muttered: "I am angry, and I am angry."
Then Pei Qian glanced at the small bamboo box on the table and felt very happy. Anyway, I was the only one who had the small book box.
Chen Ping'an turned his back to the three of them, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and looked at the sky through the patio. Today's Zhuhai Dongtian wine was still delicious. How could such a fine wine be given on credit?
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, held the wine flask in one hand, and patted his knees gently with the other hand, muttering to himself: "The pearl in a poor boy's clothes is originally a good thing."
Cui Dongshan smiled and seemed to be talking to himself: "If you don't seek for yourself, you will count other people's treasures. Counting other people's treasures will be useless in the end. Please listen to me."
Cao Qinglang also smiled inwardly, and then continued softly: "Untainted by dirt, light is self-luminous. It cannot help but come from the heart, and when you speak, it will sound like a lion's roar."
Pei Qian stopped writing and pricked up his ears. She was almost wronged to death. She didn't know that the master was talking about hammer with them. She must not have read it in the book, otherwise she would definitely remember it.
Pei Qian lamented, "Then I want the stinky tofu to be delicious."
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, he slapped his knees hard, and laughed loudly: "Yangchun noodles are free, but you have to pay for this stinky tofu!"