Chapter 245

Tianwu's voice is very light and light, but people around here can hear, "the town is located in the South China Sea, which is decided by the three leaders of the Confucian temple. It belongs to the South China Sea and is under our jurisdiction. If you have any objection, you can reason with us, or we can go to the Confucian temple."

The golden robed monk looked indifferent and said coldly, "tianwu, I'm talking to you..."

"Now let's talk about the rules." tianwu didn't pay any attention to the gold robed friar. "Those who enter the small town must pay 50 gold essence. Those who take chances in the small town must give more than 50 gold essence. If they disobey, they will be killed without amnesty."

"Second, in the small town, the cultivation suppresses the five realms, and the high ones are punished by saints, which has nothing to do with this block."

"Third, those who enter a small town are not allowed to bully and kill the residents of the town at will. If they violate the rules, they will have their own cause and death. If they want to retaliate against the residents of the town, they will all be regarded as a capital crime."

"Fourth, the gifted children in the small town can be brought out, but they need to pay another 50 Jin Jing and this seat. If they want to hide and take away, there will be no amnesty for killing them."

"Fifthly, there is no country system in the South China Sea, which is directly controlled by the Confucian temple. The nine states in the world and the territory of the South China Sea are the masters of this place. Anyone who dares to call his name will be expelled from the South China Sea and will never be allowed to enter."

The last one, of course, was added by tianwu himself. But of course, there are many people in Kyushu who can really compete with tianwu, but few people are willing to compete. To cross the South China Sea, they need to be controlled by tianwu. No one wants to offend such an ancient god.

Since there are rules set by Confucian temples, there is nothing to doubt about what tianwu said. It's just that the amount of fifty golden elites is too large. You can imagine how big the chance is. Fifty golden elites can buy an immortal soldier of average quality. In a small world like this, there must be more than one simple thing, fifty golden elites, You can get one or two pieces of immortal soldiers, even some skills, Bao Jia and so on, especially things like Bao Jia. There are not many of them in Kyushu. The kind of Dharma robe is very precious to defend immortal soldiers. There are very few of them

There is not much to save.

Tianwu asked the head of Nanhai duqilang to carry a sack, which made him feel that he had no face. In the world, his own master had these hobbies. These Jinjing liked to carry a sack and fill it with a sack. But he was not a financial fan, he just liked this kind of golden things.

There are many people entering the town. A group of townspeople gathered at the gate of the town. In the face of those luxurious women, they whistled and coaxed. Anyway, they have never seen such good-looking women in their eight lives. Look at the watery appearance, they can pinch out anyone.

The gatekeeper and tianwu stand together and constantly seek money from the money bag. Tianwu Zhengshen doesn't care. Originally, this is a part of the town. These Jinjing are of little use. They are nothing. They are ancient gods and don't need Jinjing to protect their body.

The dark boy, with a bamboo basket on his back and straw sandals on his back, stood and looked at the people who came in for a while. Then he continued to do his own business. One year, he crossed the new year with Mr. Shi, and the children outside were setting off firecrackers. Mr. Shi Qinglian asked himself, "why don't you play with them?"

Then he said to himself, "the excitement is theirs. I have nothing."

Today, a lot of foreigners came to the town. The excitement belongs to them, not to me.

The swarthy boy was very happy after he sold the medicine and changed a copper plate. This year, he tried to save five. If he didn't get sick, he could have more. When those foreigners came, they always wanted to find something. There was nothing in his family, and some things were only envious.

It began to drizzle. On the street of downfall street, Mr. Shi Qinglian was holding an umbrella. Next to him, there was a young man in a blue shirt, with long hair and neat hair. He was wearing a blue jade hairpin on his head and an oil paper umbrella in his hand. They talked and laughed. When they came to Chen Nian, the thin man in a blue shirt and Chen Nian looked at each other.

The man in green shirt held up the rest of his life for Chen Nian. He said in a mild tone: "there will be many mushrooms in rainy days in summer. They can be used in most places. It seems that they have gained a lot."

Chen Nian smiles and touches the back of his head. "Are you a disciple of Shi Qinglian?"

"I said that I must be younger than you," Ling Yun held out his hand and hooked his hand toward the elder martial brother, "OK, a seal."

Ling Yun turned his head and looked at the boy, "I'm his youngest younger martial brother. My name is Ling Yun. Can I have dinner tonight? I brought some food myself, but my elder martial brother said that there was no one in the town who would like to listen to him, but you are willing to listen, so I want to come and have a look? "

The swarthy boy was in a bit of a dilemma, because if he had another meal, he might have to tighten his belt for a few days. Ling Yun and Shi Qinglian looked at each other. Shi Qinglian's eyes were soft and she nodded with a smile, "I invite you?"

The dark boy's face is a little red. He has very few friends in the town, and even fewer people are willing to go to his home. Shi Qinglian is willing to come. He is very happy, but he can't help but feel sorry for his poor care.

"Are you familiar with the landscape here?" Ling Yun asked again, "otherwise, I'll live with you these days, according to one Wen a day. Then you can take me around the landscape and have a look at the scenery. In this way, I'll give you two Wen, that is, you can earn at least three Wen a day."

The dark boy looked at the thin man in blue shirt. The man looked at him gently. Many years later, the master and his disciples often talked about things for two or three Wen. The boy shook his head. "Since you are Mr. Shi's younger brother, you can live for free, but it's too shabby. Don't mind."

"There's a lot of time for sleeping in the open. It's good to have a house to keep out the wind and rain," Ling Yun grinned. "Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner."

Ling Yun turns to see Shi Qinglian, "little elder martial brother, go?"

Chen Nian's talent is very high, which is said by the younger martial brother. Of course, this is not the reason why he thinks Chen Nian is very good, but because he is always pure good and has a division of good and evil. Ling Yun can learn something from him to change himself, and he can also learn something from Ling Yun to change himself.

Old age is not much better than Ling Yun's life. He just has hatred and doesn't know it for the time being. He won't remind him. When the child sees the wider sky, has a gully in his heart and ink in his stomach, how to solve it will be his own business.

Anyway, at that time, my younger martial brother would take care of it, and Xun Sheng never protected his weaknesses. But as an elder, he was willing to reason with others. The folk customs of the small town were so simple that Shi Qinglian thought this place was very good.

A small dilapidated house is the last thought of his family. He also hopes that his home is as good as the house on the other side of Fulu street, so he has to work hard to make money. It doesn't matter if he can wait for a long time. His parents will be happy when they see it. "The book says that a gentleman is far away from cooking..."

"Junzi yuan's cooking is to avoid killing animals, not to prevent cooking. Later generations have misinterpreted it," Ling Yun said while cutting vegetables. "Can you read?"

"Yes, I'll listen to it occasionally when Mr. Shi gives lectures, and then I'll write it down." Chen Nian said while he was burning a fire.

"That's good. I'll stay here for a while, and I can teach you," Ling Yun said with a smile. "If you want to make money, you must read more books. Most of those who can make money even if they don't read are lucky. A few of them really have the brain and vision, but the people they use must read a lot, although they say I don't know a lot of big words, But the people who work for me are full of money, so reading is useless. I just don't want more people to rob him of his job. "

"Because he uses more people to study, he has proved that reading is useful," Ling Yun said softly. "Is that right?"

"That's the reason," Chen Nian said with a smile, and a little gloomy, "mainly because I don't have much time."

"Father and mother have gone. The man is ambitious and the world is vast. Why don't he want to go around?" Ling Yun said mildly, "reading alone is certainly not good. We should go more and see more."

Ling Yun is very skilled in cooking. Shi Qinglian leans by the door and looks at a young man, a young man. It's like seeing a child in ragged clothes, whose face is blackened by smoke. However, she stares at a piece of meat in a shabby iron pot, and a younger child, who keeps coughing and burning. She thinks that she should do it quickly, or her mother will starve.

One doesn't want to die, one doesn't want his mother to die, one wants to live for revenge, one wants to live for his mother's sake, and now the young people in Qingshan want to live for revenge and make the world look better; Now that boy is alive and wants to be better, so that his parents are not so worried.

In fact, the old age of childhood is the same as Ling Yun's, the same kind and sensible, also mature too early, so that they lost the same age that should belong to their children.

"Well..." the swarthy boy was silent. He didn't answer Ling Yun in a hurry. Ling Yun was not in a hurry either. The food was very simple. Most of it was taken out by Ling Yun himself. Anyway, no matter how poor he was, it was not bad.

Shi Qinglian squints and sniffs the food. She thinks that she is the first person to eat the food made by her younger martial brother. If she tells her elder martial brothers and her husband again, she can have a good meal. Moreover, the food made by her younger martial brother seems to have all kinds of color and fragrance. She really deserves to be my younger martial brother.

Chen Nian hadn't eaten such delicious rice for a long time. After eating three bowls of rice and burping, Ling Yun took out two pots of wine, one for elder martial brother Shi Qinglian, and the other for himself and Chen Nian, "drink some wine."

"No drinking."

"It's a good thing, refreshing, activating qi and blood, strengthening the body..." Ling Yun said all the benefits he could think of, and the old fan took a sip, which made his neck red.

"Cough!" The old man coughed heavily twice and twisted his eyebrows together.

"It's too bad." Chen Nian said with his tongue out.

Ling Yun and Shi Qinglian laughed. Ling Yun patted Chen Nian on the shoulder and said, "if you want to learn martial arts and practice sword, you must drink, because it's more immortal and romantic."

"I didn't think about that." Chen Nian shook his head and said.

Shi Qinglian smiles and meets Ling Yun with a quilt, "Xiaonian, have you ever thought of paying homage to your teacher?"

Chen Nian's head was a little dizzy, and he nodded. Of course, he also wanted to study, to practice martial arts, and to learn sword. In the past, I heard the old people in the town say that the immortals were so romantic, and maybe he could find his parents in the sky. What a good thing.

Ling Yun said softly, "after that, you will be my apprentice."

From Chen Nian, we can see who we used to be. More of Chen Nian's kindness. The experience of a dark boy has many doubts and hatred, which can be understood.