Chapter 92 Where in the world are there idlers' post management
Lao Bizhai does not raise idlers, except Ning Que.
The old man in Sang Sang lived here, and even used his entire means to persuade the spiritual skills and sincerely calling him a teacher, but she thought that when the old man looked like before, he arranged a lot of housework to give him up to avoid him from becoming.
It is the kind of tired and old who holds the sun with a teapot on the streets and the sun.
The old man was very uncomfortable at the beginning. Since leaving the warel view of the Song Dynasty decades ago, he never did miscellaneous things like washing the table, whether he was sitting on the seat of God or was imprisoned in Tao Shan
In the Youge of the back, countless people have served his life. As a god of God above the cloud, where does his hands have been stained with Yangchunshui?
However, now he must learn these things, because this is Sang Sang's request ... He is a teacher of Sang Sang, and he also thinks that the heir person should learn to respect the teacher, but he is more clear. If he does not listen to this little girl, he does not listen to this little girl.
Then he may no longer be her teacher at any time, and this is something he must not accept.
As a result, the best bright god official for hundreds of years, after being proudly rebelled with the temple, broke the Fan cage formation arranged by the Great Protoss to personally, but fell into the Fan cage of life in front of Sang Sang.
If you let the Haotian Road devout believers in the world know the old people's current encounters, and know that he was washing, cooking, scanning the dust in a bad alley in Chang'an City, he was afraid that he would faint and faint.
No matter how incredible things, once the number of times is done, it will get used to it until numb and even start to enjoy it.
Holding loofah, he carefully focused on washing the bowl, because the movement became more and more skilled and it seemed that he would not break down the bowl today, and he was happy to be subconsciously. The old and graceful cheeks showed a child -like proud expression.
After finishing the housework arranged by Sang Sang, the old man walked back to the front shop and used two square tables to spell a temporary bed. Hold up the bedding from the corner behind the rack and lay off the oil lamp and lay up to sleep.
The starlight of the winter night sprinkled between the four seven lanes, and it came in through the lattice of the paving door. The old man looked at the frosty starlight on the ground, pressed the quilt of the leakage, and made a comfortable sigh.
He was very satisfied with his decision to leave Taoshan, very satisfied with his decision to come to Chang'an City, and was very satisfied with his current life, so he forgot why he had left Taoshan, why he came to Chang'an City, and even rarely remembered the black shadow.
Maybe he subconsciously wanted to extend this time longer.
It is a happy thing to be able to find a descendant. It is also an unspeakable happiness to find a Shinto preacher like Sang Sang. The old man believes that the thousands of years have been descended.
It will appear again, Sang Sang will be able to inherit his own mantle, and will go further than himself, and will eventually see the wonderful world that he has glanced at him.
The old man felt that he was not far from death, but he could see the future after death before his death, and it was a bright future that made him joyful. How could he not be happy.
Sang Sang in the house was also ready to sleep, and a bucket of hot water left in a bucket of hot water began to burn the feet. The white lotus -like smooth and delicate little feet gently kicked the water, just like the duckling water on the pond.
A fourteen -year -old girl who lives alone has led an old man who has come to an unknown way, and the old man also peeped in the old brushes for many days in advance.
Do it.
This does not mean that Sang Sang is a kind and easy to deceive. She may be kind, but following Ning Que has rolled in this world for many years.
The seeping of the sanctuary and glory, and then confirmed that after learning to learn the magic, you can help Ning Que.
This reason is very important ... In the past ten years, Ning Que was fighting and killing for her. She could only hide under the big black umbrella, and occasionally shouted so many, and she felt that she had become a big girl now.
Do more things, such as helping Ning Que fight when necessary, helping Ning Que Murder.
After getting along for a long time, Sang Sang even gave birth to a family -like close feeling with the elderly, because she could feel who was really good for herself, and she found that the old man was only a little worse than Ning Que to herself.
"I don't know what the young master is doing now, the wasteland is very cold?"
Sang Sang opened her eyes and looked at the roof, her little hands supported on the slightly cool cymbal, imagining the life of Ning Que on the wasteland. This was the longest separation time she and Ning Que. I couldn't get used to it.
Because Ning Que was not at home, she felt that the newly built -in northern head of the house was not necessary to warm up, so she began to be frugal habitually. The number of silver and charcoal under these days was a bit poor, and the cold faces were a bit refreshing.
Take out the runes left by Ning Que from the cabinet, she carefully sticks to the outside underwear. According to the reason, except for Ning Que, others cannot inspire the heat in these failure.
Knowing why, maybe because of the beginning of practicing divine art, her little body gradually warmed up.
In the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the winter in the fourteenth year is more colder than getting in and getting earlier. Sang Sang raised his small hand to his mouth and gently gave two hot air. Looking at the water fog spread in the eyelashes, she thought of something, stunned.
After holding up the bedding from the big compartment cabinet, the door opened the door and walked into the front shop, and gently covered the old man.
The warm quilt was the most insidious enemy to get up, so it was too late when the old man woke up the next day. He watched the bright sky outside the shop, thinking that he forgot to queue up to buy spicy soup soup, and could not help but be shocked.
When he rushed to get up and prepared to wash, he saw a note on the small bench next to the well.
On the note is the handwriting of Sang Sang's astringent but beautiful.
"I only remembered that a sister called me to go to her house for dinner at night. It would be over there for about a day. Teacher, you don’t have to wait for me to eat. If you can't buy noodle soup late, go to the next door.
Wu Yan said. "
The snow on the south gate of Haotian Road, looking at the Zhuhong Palace Wall not far away in the morning light.
Li Qingshan, Datang Guo, cough twice gently, looking at the Zongjuan in the case, frowned slightly.
The officials of Tianshu, who came to report, gave a gift at hand, and said with a dignified expression: "Mr. Thirteen left Wang Ting, presumably now he has entered Tianluo Mountain, and I don’t know if he can find the Magic Mountain Gate. As for that volume, he can.
Tianshu ... Master National Master, if the imperial court does not send masters, I am afraid it is difficult to grab it in front of the temple. "
Li Qingshan shook his head and said in silence: "When His Majesty asked Ning Que to get rid of the wasteland, the court did not know the Tianshu. Later, he decided to let him try it. It had nothing to do with the court.
This is what the second Academy meant, so this matter is a matter of the academy, you don't need to think about it. "
Needless to think about it, because I think about it without any sense. The scroll that flows on the wasteland is enough to attract too much power, especially the Xiling Temple is obviously prepared for this.
The adults are still in Taoshan, but who knows if people will go?
In the face of this situation, the Datang Empire may defeat the temple to grab the heavenly book unless it is fully attacked.
Those who are pinned on Ning Que, you need to know that the realm of that guy is really bad.
Li Qingshan did not spend too much time and energy in this matter, and began to read other dossiers sent by Tianshu. His mind is now on the trace of the search of the bright gods.
The terrible God's seat lurks in Chang'an City, no matter his Majesty or him, he will feel strong.
Therefore, the Fusu Attack of the General House ended in failure. Although the empire did not suffer any losses, the southern gate of Haotian Road and the military conspired for a long time, but there was no income.
Then, then
In that campaign, Li Qingshan had never played against the Grand Protoss, but he knew that he was defeated, and the way he failed made him feel very humiliated. If he knew that the other party was a dishwasher at this time, mood might be better?
Where are you hiding?
Stepping on the black floor, the national teacher stepped out of the door of the hall, stood by the bar and watched the withering flowers and the snow silent for a long time, and then left the south gate. His elder disciple He Mingchi hurriedly followed and glanced at it.
The sunny day, thinking that it would probably not fall off the snow today, but still clamped the yellow paper umbrella under the armpit.
The top floor of the Wanyan Pagoda Temple.
The Yang Yang monk copied the Buddhist scriptures, listening to the sound behind him, looking back, looking at Li Qingshan's slightly embarrassing face, sighed gently in his heart, got up and greeted him.
In terms of statement, the Mingzi scroll should be resurrected in the wasteland, and the position of the Magic Mountain Gate cannot be removed, but you make a book in the past few days.
The difference is still a little distance. "
The top of the tower was quiet, and Yang Yang did not make the habit of calling the little monk. The dialogue between the two was heard by others.
Li Qingshan shook his head and said, "That roll of heavenly books is the holy relic of the door. The court really did not make a reason. My South Gate was embarrassing. Now, since the academy has taken over, I will not care about it."
Yang Yang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Do you have to keep up with that thing?"
Li Qingshan said calmly: "In the city of Chang'an, Her Majesty will not allow the temple to send someone to come. That is my responsibility. I am the master of the Tang Dynasty, and I have the responsibility to guard the empire and the city."
Then he looked at Yang Yang and said, "You must be careful about these days."
The yang Yang monk He Shi said slowly: "What kind of character is the Light God seat? I am just a little man who hid in the scripture of the scriptures without fighting the scripture.
After saying this, he walked to the bank of the tower and watched the majestic Chang'an City under the clear sky in the winter, and smiled calmly and said, "If he really dares, although I am incompetent, if he does not show the real realm, he wants to come and think about it.
If you don't make sense, you can erase me from this world. At that time, the large formation of Chang'an City will be able to press him instantly. "
Nowadays, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Datang Empire, it is unclear why the bright god seat escapes Taoshan.
To be unfavorable to the Datang Empire, then Li Qingshan and Yang Yang monks are undoubtedly most likely to be his goal.
In this case, the previous words of the Yang Yang monk had the compassion and fearlessness of the tiger. Li Qingshan looked at the old monk clothes on his body.
The monk of the Yang Yang came back and found that there was a chessboard in front of Li Qingshan. His hand was stretching towards the chess box.
He was shocked and said, "Are you going to get up again?"
Li Qingshan's right hand in the chess box, touching the slightly cool chess piece, nodded.
The monk of the Yang Yang frowned and said, "Your peeping of the sky is at the cost of life, why?"
Li Qingshan said calmly: "These days, my brother has been looking for the trace of the bright god seat in Chang'an City. It still has nothing to find it today. He has a big risk. What do I always do?"
Master Yan Se is the most powerful rune master in the world. Even in the Temple of Xiling Temple, he can sit flat with the master of the Mandarin and God.
Who is more powerful, but this kind of search encounter is extremely unfavorable to the congenital of the Master Rune.
The crisp sound came to the world like Chunyu.
Dozens of chess pieces jumped on the chess, rotated, and then calm, no longer moved.
These chess pieces are arbitrarily grabbed from the box, but there is only one white son, and the rest are all sunspots. Those matte stone black chess pieces are silently accumulated in the left half of the chessboard and surrounded the white son in the middle.
Li Qingshan looked at Qi Yan for a long time, and then said, "He is still in Chang'an City, not far from us."
In the winter of this winter, Chang'an City seemed to have been stimulated and became as angry as summer. Last night, this morning was fine. However, for a while, the sky was covered by the dark snow clouds, and sporadic snowflakes floated.
He Mingchi looked up at the sky, listening to the footsteps sounded in the tower behind him, and quickly pulled out the yellow paper umbrella from the armpit. Looking at the more stingy cheeks than before, the heart could not help but tighten.
From Wanyan Tower to return to the south gate, He Mingchi went directly to the kitchen and stared at the miscellaneous decoction. As a disciple of the Datang national division, he did not have a good qualification in practice.
Persuading the teacher not to lose his mind and even life, so he can only do something that he can do.
He held a hot medicine bowl and walked into the quiet Tao Temple.
Li Qingshan sat by the window and watched the snow snow outside the window. Listening to the sound of footsteps, he didn't look back. He waved his hand and let him put down the medicine bowl.
He Mingchi did not put down the medicine bowl, but kneeling to him, lowering his head with both hands and holding the medicine bowl, silent and stubbornly invited the teacher to take medicine first.
Li Qingshan sighed helplessly, took the medicine bowl slowly into the abdomen, and then said with emotion: "You are so silent and stubborn, it is not appropriate to take charge of Tianshu. If I die in the future