Chapter 118

In the backyard of Qian mansion, two people are in the yard, one by yellow outside the yard.

Leaning against the wall of the courtyard, Jiang Lin was thinking about life, holding a grass in his mouth, and riding yellow did not speak.

Finally, Cheng Huang, lying on the ground, couldn't help but shout softly:

"Hey, beast."

Jiang Lin deeply wiped his face: "I snecker was reduced to being scolded by an animal?"

"I'm not a beast! I am a spirit beast! "

Jiang Linbai glanced at him, with both contempt and contempt in his tone: "so what, you don't let me ride."

The Yellow rider named youyou suddenly blew his hair when he heard it: "we don't let people ride yellow!"

"Cut, it's not that you won't let me ride."

"You..."

Cheng Huang leaned over and bared his teeth. He looked very fierce, especially the sharp corners. He was really good-looking, but no matter how good-looking he was, he didn't have the idea of reading at home. The soft dragon horn on the top looked good

Thinking of Niannian, Jiang Lin sighed again

It's like going home ~ ~ ~ I don't know if there are any bastards chasing their little Niannian in the school. After all, their little Niannian is so hot and cute.

If not, they are blind. If so, they want peaches again. Who dares to touch my little cotton padded jacket!

Slightly put away his thoughts, Jiang Linyu glanced at Cheng Huang, who was still yelling at himself.

"Stop yelling. You won't let me ride."

"Human! I fought with you! "

Riding yellow, grinding your feet, you're about to rush up,

"Teacher..."

"You you..."

Just as he was about to die by riding Yellow River, Qian xiaopang and Hu Shuang came out together.

"Hum!"

Named Youyou, Cheng Huang hummed, turned into a little girl again and walked to Hu Shuang.

Jiang Lin looked at Qian xiaopang standing beside Hu Shuang, who was sad and wrote on his face. He didn't have to think about it. He knew what the result was.

"Miss Hu Shuang, Donglin city has been surrounded by an array. Forcibly breaking out will only turn into blood fog. If the girl wants to leave, please pass these nights."

After Jiang Lin spoke to Hu Shuangxin lake, Hu Shuang's eyes were slightly sluggish and seemed surprised, because she didn't notice the difference between Donglin city and Donglin city.

But he didn't want to rob himself of his treasures, and he didn't seem to have any extra thoughts except to ride a quiet horse.

So for Hu Shuang, it can be trusted for the time being.

Jiang Lin looked at Hu Shuang and nodded to himself. He didn't say much anymore. He walked over and hugged Qian xiaopang's shoulder and left slowly.

"Hu Shuang, that little fat man is actually very good... Don't you really think about it..."

Youyou looked at the money Zhenduo with his head down and lost in Jiang Lin's arms, and couldn't help feeling a little pity for him.

Although he is very fat and a local rich man, he is really kind-hearted, much better than those who want to ride their own all day.

Hu Shuang didn't answer Huang youyou's words, but slowly shook her head and looked at the fat figure who left slowly until it disappeared in her eyes.

......

Walking on the gravel road, xiaopang remained silent and hugged his apprentice's shoulder. Jiang Lin comforted:

"If you want to cry, cry. Men cry. It's not a sin."

"Wow ~ ~ ~ ~ teacher ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, Qian xiaopang hugged Jiang Lin and burst into tears. His voice was tragic and heartbroken, just as you were trampled on by a bear child

"Well, just cry..."

"Teacher ~ ~ ~"

"Stop crying ~ ~"

"Teacher, I'm so sad ~ ~"

"What are you crying about! Men should be strong! What's the use of crying! Can you get a sister by crying? "

Jiang Lin slapped his backhand on Xiao Pang's skull.

Qian Xiaopang looked up, tears in his eyes. Though Xiao Chuang wanted to make complaints about what he was saying, he felt that he would be slapped by the teacher again.

This made Qian xiaopang cry, either without crying or without sobbing.

Looking at xiaopang's sad appearance, Jiang Lin patted xiaopang on the shoulder and sat down by the pool. Qian xiaopang naturally sat next to Jiang Lin.

"Little fat, what did you just say to Miss Hu Shuang?"

"I said I liked her."

"And then?"

"She said she didn't like me. She was a monk, and I was just an ordinary person. The roads were different." Qian xiaopang wiped his nose and whispered, "teacher, you are also a monk, aren't you? In fact, you already know that Miss Hu Shuang is also a monk, right? "

"Yes." Jiang Lin nodded, pulled out a grass and picked his teeth. "I'm familiar with the Dharma array she arranged in the yard. That's the Dharma array we use to raise chickens and ducks."

“......”

They fell into silence again. After a long time, Qian xiaopang spoke slowly:

"Teacher... What is Avenue..."

"Avenue?" Jiang Lin thought about it, frowned, and then gave a very sincere answer, "who knows."

"Ha?" Qian xiaopang was also stunned, "but don't the monks in my novels have their own roads and hearts?"

"Yes, yes." Jiang Lin spits grass roots into the pond, "but I may be different as a teacher..."

Jiang Lin thought for a moment and felt that he could not fool xiaopang in this respect:

"Your teacher, my way is not very real. Seriously, as a teacher, I don't know how to cultivate myself. In the words of Tao heart, ordinary monks are faith, ah, what, but as a teacher, it seems that there is no such thing for me. What I just want to say is people."

"People?"

"Yes." Jiang Lin nodded. "It's the people I care about. I think they are all the roads for me."

"Teacher, I don't think you look like a monk."

"Oh? Little fat, why do you say that? "

"Because master is very human." Xiaopang still has a bitter face. "Before, our Qian house also received many monks. They all have a feeling of being superior. Looking at us, they always have a sense of indifference, as if it was a natural sense of superiority, but you don't have a teacher. The disciples think you're like a common man."

"Hey, hey, that's really thank you."

Qian xiaopang lowered his head and didn't know what to think: "teacher, is the avenue really ruthless?"

Jiang Lin thought, "who knows, anyway, if my Avenue is really ruthless, don't forget it."

Qian xiaopang asked no more questions and didn't cry. He just looked at the quiet lake and the colorful carp in the pool.

Jiang Lin didn't bother Xiao Pang, but lay by the pool, basking in the sun, like a salted fish

After a long time, when the sun set to the west, the red gradually dyed the sky red

"Teacher..."

"Huh?"

"I want to practice!"

"Yes."

......

I don't know how many years later.

There is a painter.

You can break the sea by waving ink.

Is

A little fat