Chapter 144： a sitting in the sky

Qiulu Inn, the old well in the gazebo not far away.

There was a straw shoe boy sitting quietly there, like waiting for someone.

In the house where he lived, the child Li Wei had already slept, and the table lamp was extinguished.

Previously, the teenagers took up a map of Zhangshan River. There were Daxie County and Daxu’s maps, and they were all given to him.

After putting these maps back to me, he sat at the table and began to think about the same problem.

There is absolutely no doubt about the girl.

However, the young man with a timid eyebrows, the county magistrate Wu Hao, once appeared in the blacksmith shop.

These maps, listening to the unintentional words of the girl at the time, were generously offered by the county magistrate.

His own group of people went all the way down, the wild husbands met outside, the two people joined together, and they entered Huang Tingguo. What they saw and heard, God is weird.

Finally, Chen Ping went to the pavilion again, went to the well, and sat at the wellhead.

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The big water house is bleak, the clouds are bleak, and the blood under the hall is full of blood.

There wasn’t a few left in the lively lobby where the song and dance were flat.

The white boy is still sitting in a white jade chair, and he travels thousands of miles.

The Qingpao man stood under the hall and was using **** magic to dispel blood and blood. The prostitutes of the Dashui House, whether they are the ghosts of the cold food river or the living people, have been solved by the men of the Qingpao. If you are not secret, you will lose your courtiers. If you are not secret, you will lose your life. To be justified, the Qingpao man Weizheng Huang Tingguo's eighteen rivers in the north, this piece of Xiaojiangshan is built into an iron bucket, which of course has a deep understanding.

Among the two confidants, the sergeant of the Dashui House, the Confucian scribe, is sitting in danger, neither drinking nor eating meat, like a lifeless mud bodhisattva. The bloated squadron of the Yangtze River, looked wilting, and sat honestly in position, as if it was scared by today's tragedy.

Daxu Green Bamboo Pavilion died in Tangjiang sitting in the same place, holding a cup of chopsticks and holding a cup, eating cold food, still relish.

How many years have not been so happy?

If he bends his waist for a few more years, he will be completely accustomed to giving him a granddaughter. It is estimated that even if the iron riding hooves of the big smashing and crushing the territory of Huang Tingguo, he already does not know how to behave right now.

The monk who rebelled the Spiritual School, although not dead, was already sweating.

In addition, two lucky ones survived.

It was the two young swordsmen who were born and weird. The white teenagers gave them a chance to live. There are two beasts left by the Lingyun monks in the lobby, and the two swords that have not yet been in the five realms, if they can In the absence of a sword, only the life of the flying sword to kill a beast, you can become the real guest of Dashuifu.

The white teenager even promised that they could be brothers and sisters with the cold food, and this honor will undoubtedly help the two squid to jump into the dragon gate and become the hotpotent power of Huang Tingguo in the north, especially the one who is a fuss. One of the real lovers of the door, from now on, is mostly the next head of the default, no one dares to fight.

The two swords are all three peaks, the power of the flying sword, but also very weak and short, and the killing of the two beasts, the danger is like a ring, can only be counted as a tragic victory, are not hurt, but fortunately, the life of the flying sword is broken. not much.

The white boy screamed and no one dared to bother.

It’s not a cold thing to always be so cold. The man in the green robe had to whisper softly: “Is it true?”

Cui Wei returned to God and looked at the circle and said to the two swords: "If you win, it means that you are qualified to continue walking. You will go to the wounds first, and Dashui will give you the best medicine and provide refining. Everything you need for the sword. The wild road is repaired by swords. You will be enshrined in Dashuifu in the future. As for the sword repair of Fulongguan, after you go back, tell you the greed master, Fulong. The observation of the palace, from the county and state two official sites to the cold food Jiangfu, as well as some of the Chaozhongge old, will help, at home waiting for good news."

The two were ecstatic and grateful to Dade to leave.

Cui Wei turned to Tang and said: "After going back, you don't have to add a snake, you and the other spy slain, continue to crouch."

Tang Jiang quickly got up and took the lead.

He was just about to leave, only to listen to the white boy who did not have a good air: "I don't know how to take care of the sheep, take away the remaining Dashuifu gold jade on the table?"

Tangjiang is hesitant.

Cui Wei is impatient: "If you owe it to you, don't take it."

On the unspeakable face of Tangjiang, there was no such thing as a burst of excitement. He turned his fist and turned away. After crossing the threshold, he turned his back to the white boy on the main seat. The man held a high fist and was taller. Side shoulders, always dare not turn, red eyes look into the distance, Lang said: "This adult, Daxie never owes Tang Xinjiang points! Even if I can only look at me from afar, the country is flourishing, hey, this How much better than the golden jade liquid?!"

The teenager smiled and said: "Oh, this is a bit of a fuss, it’s really a bit of a fire, but it’s a pity that I don’t eat this one, it’s rolling.”

Outside the threshold, the big man who is no longer young is in a foreign country, his feet are full of wind, and he laughs loudly.

Cui Wei looked at the empty lobby and said: "My surname is Cui, from Dagu Jingcheng."

The fat man who is really a river is awkward.

The man in the green robe was slightly worried.

The sorcerer of the genius who was born in the genius of the **** quickly rose up, and said with respect: "See the National Teacher!"

The Qingpao man was shocked and convinced: "It turned out that the Dagu State teacher visited the Hanshe."

After the hindrance of the Jiangyan 蛤蟆 蛤蟆 once again squatting in the ground, just hoe, creaking, sincerity.

Cui Wei asked: "Is there a hidden background in the Wei surname? Is it possible to become a roadblock in the future?"

The Qingpao man shook his head and said: "The Wei Li is only a native of the South Han Dynasty in Huang Tingguo. There is no big backing on the officialdom. Otherwise, it will not be so imaginary and arrogant in this county. I can only rely on my own book business to flatter. Dashuifu."

Cui Wei held the gang in one hand and tapped the chair handle in one hand. He slowly said: "Before you swallowed the northern countries, you should pay attention to a situation like a broken bamboo. If you don't fall, you will kill the innocent. Song Changjing led the army to massacre the city and dig the mass grave. Less, this is Liwei. But next time you go south, you can't be so happy. Huang Tingguo is the first big roadblock, so you can't make a mess that is riddled with holes. After all, the entire Baoguanzhou Lake To the north of the academy, the dynasty of the dynasty to the south of Daguye, is staring at the development of the situation. Wei Li, a loyal filial son, will be more and more in the future. The key is to see Wei Li as the person who occupies one. There are more temples in the country, and there is more to do with it. In different situations, the offensive of the army will be light and heavy."

The clerics of the Confucian scholars nodded slightly.

Cui Wei suddenly looked at the scribe, "Let's comment on Wei Li."

The scribe smiled: "Wei Li is very clever and not smart enough. If it is really smart enough, it will not be in the storm before, trying to paste the two sides to please, both thinking about the conscience, and thinking about the official transport, the world can be There is no such good thing, at least I will not have it in the jurisdiction of Dashuifu."

He pointed his finger at the warlike traitor who was trembled. "This person was slightly threatened by me..."

Cui Wei interrupted the words of the river Bobs and smiled and said: "Slightly? This is a light statement. After all, like a rice raises hundreds of people, but no one can be like you, loyal to the old country, iron bones. Hey, Dayi is now, generous to death, not only to die, but also to pull the whole family to die."

The literary face is as usual, holding a fist: "The national teacher is praised."

Cui Wei raised his hand and gestured to the scribe to continue the previous topic.

The scribes came, "The county is the old nest of the Dashuifu. In the past few hundred years, so many things have happened. For example, we secretly let the big water break the bank, the drought and flood disasters in a certain county, etc. I know that the history of the thorns and the county guards, in fact, may not have no doubt, but there has been no evidence of ironclad evidence, plus the power of the water gods, this has been safe and sound. Only the archives of the county guards The library, the dragon has gone through the water many times, the things burned by the fire, what was written on it, anyway, our Dashui House is definitely not willing to make it public, it is not afraid of any government encirclement, but the reputation is not good."

Speaking of this, the scribe turned to look at the Qingpao man and smiled: "Our master, still cherish the feathers."

The cold food Jiangshui smiled and said: "You are so sorrowful, so squander your own savior? When your remnant soul wandered above the river, if not I will take away your ghost, reshape the body, you will be here all the time. I don't know how many times I have been born."

The scribes only smiled and made a kind of pleading, but they were not afraid of the mighty power of a water god.

The dark-faced scribe, under the eyes of the white boy, bent down to pick up the glass and drank the wine, which re-reported: "When Wei Li has ambition and ability, he walks to the county to keep the high position. He is also willing to bow his head and forbear, such a person, once he is out of control, became a thorny man, and later became a chief officer in Beijing, especially the rites, became the confession of Huang Tingguo’s emperor, and accumulated a stomach in the early years. If you are wronged, you are not afraid of his swearing, and when you spear, you will be directed at our big water house. So I told the **** of water, this kind of official can use it, as long as this person has a heart, there is a bite... Can't be used."

The white boy squinted at the Confucian scribes. "It’s a good heart. If you were not an official, you went to the mountains to practice, and you might have hope to be in the tenth place."

The literary singer laughed and said: "There is no regret in the world."

Cui Wei stood up, shook his sleeves and slipped out of the cuffs.

This makes the devils under the church feel wondering, this is the image of a young boy who is born in the image of a teenager. What kind of medicine is this medicine sold in the gourd?

The teenager set the incense that burned most of the fire in the air, hovering still, and then snapping a finger.

The incense is lit and the smoke is smog.

The smog did not dissipate in the air, but slowly condensed into the graceful figure of a young woman in the air.

That River Bowen’s face changed dramatically and finally could not maintain the previous water-stopping mood. “How is it possible?!”

The Qingpao man narrowed his eyes and looked at the confidant army in the corner of his eye. Although he was amazed at the mysterious power of the young national teacher, it was more of a relaxed mentality of watching the fire across the bank.

The woman's physique gradually became firmer and her face became more and more clear. She finally fell under the hall. She was the woman who was worshipped in the temple of Hengshan. She once played chess with Lin Shou, and finally she was asked by Lu Baijun to be a fragrant incense. .

Need to know the young national teacher, even the old town of Yang Laotou sincerely praised the "mastery of the soul of the soul", so it must be Cui Wei to steal the woman out of the secret.

This kind of obscenity that is not recognized by the court, especially the woman's god, is extremely low, and the road is shallow. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to leave the land without permission.

Before the death, the scribe who was named Yu Bin was furious and his face became more and more blue. He reached out to the woman, his fingers trembled, and his face became extremely embarrassed. "I don't know the shameful obstacles, do you still have a face to leave Hengshan? Forget you. Was it a vow? It’s really awkward, and it’s a shackle of loyalty and filial piety!

After seeing the scribes, the young woman was full of fear and fear, and she was born and said: "Hey..."

After shouting this word, the woman was ashamed and difficult to cover her face, crying, helpless.

The white boy sat on the chair with his legs crossed. He was stunned: "Is it accidental?"

He immediately turned to look at the Qingpao man, haha ​​smiled: "I have read a "small country trivial smell", the blame on the top of the story, which is written in the Hengshan Qing Niangniang Temple, the top is said to carry the family A former minister of the dynasty, in the Yokoyama cypress, the country succumbed to the self, the family did not want to die with it, they escaped, only the little daughter followed his father, the sword swearing, blood spilled on the cypress tree, to be able to live in it. In the end, it became the young girl of Yokoyama. This story is fascinating, but it’s horrible."

The Qingpao man picked up an empty seat and sat down and smiled: "The rumor is gone. The facts and the rumors are just the opposite. When Yan Bin decided to run away from the small temple, he would follow the death of the Ming dynasty. Self-death, the female niece mostly hangs the beam, the rest have smashed the wall and swallowed the gold, but the little daughter did not want to die, ran out of the small temple, was chased by Yu Bin, a sword stabbed under the cypress tree, she became A grievance, but a little glimmer of light, after the death is still good, there are many shades of shelter for the common people, which is able to have a good reputation in the "trivial smell."

The Qingpao man drank a drink. "Later, her father became the ghost of my majesty. Later, after I recommended it, I became a river in the river near Hengshan. I don’t know if it’s a sigh, or what, originally. The grievances that are about to be smashed by the hurricane and the scorching sun, with the help of Yu Bin’s secret, find someone to build a clay sculpture, which will survive to this day."

The white boy is amazed.

He Bojun’s anger is even worse. “The animals are not as good as they are! My brother’s life is bright and upright. My family’s family is full of alcohol for three hundred years. In the end, how can you be so awkward!”

The white boy recovered his body's slanting posture and the slouchy gesture of the hand-carrying gang. He looked at the bleak picture of the father and daughter who turned against each other and suddenly said: "Yu Bin, it is almost enough."

Under the wrath of the river Bobs, he couldn’t care what the youngest teacher was not the teacher of the country. He retorted: "I am obsessed with my daughter, what is wrong with it?!"

The teenager said indifferently: "Because I feel enough, what is the reason?"

"Yu Bin, not rude! You dare to say more words, I will smash your teeth!"

For the first time, the Qingpao man took the initiative to plead for his subordinates and rose up again. He bowed his head to the white boy and prayed: "Please ask the national teacher to not know the general public."

The white boy jumped out of the chair and stretched out. "When you go away, you will be suspected if you don't go back."

He bypassed the big case and walked down the steps. For the woman who never dared to look up, the young man put his hands on his sleeves and smiled and said: "Don’t listen to your mischievous words, you are such a weak woman, how can you learn? Learn the chess and calligraphy paintings, spring heart sprouts and hide in the tower, secretly think about the lover, this is right. What mountain and river is broken, the country is destroyed, it is just that you are so useless, so he is Stinking shamelessly, I am still very embarrassed to take you to bury together, what are you ashamed of, you should be ashamed to hang up and commit suicide. Rest assured, after the water gods cover you, you swear, you let the **** of water He slaps."

The scribes are arrogant.

The men in the green robe were big.

The woman raised her courage and looked up. She quickly glanced at the face of the Confucian man, and then her head was lowered, sobbing up, and whispered: "Oh, my daughter is not filial."

The white boy was hurriedly walked, and a slap in the face of the woman’s head, smiled and said: "You have no interest."

The man in the green robe saw the teacher of Dagu, who was leaving, and followed closely, and whispered: "Is the National Master not here tonight?"

The white boy said: "So big murder, I am afraid."

The Qingpao man is crying and laughing.

When I reached the threshold, the white boy first looked at the two fathers and daughters who had no words. Then they said to the cold food Jiangshen: "You are much better than her, and there is a relative who is not so rigid and rigid."

The Qingpao man became more and more sullen, "Is the National Teacher Master already seen my father?"

The white boy nodded: "His old man, also asked us to eat a few meals of mountain and seasonal dishes. To be honest, it is much better than your big fish and meat."

The Qingpao man smiled and said: "I dare to compare with my father."

The white boy stopped and patted the shoulder of the water god. "My two feet are broken. When I eat Huang Tingguo, I will only compensate you more. That white jade chair is still worthy of your family. It's a little useful, I am sending you."

The young man in the green robe bent down and said: "I am willing to die for the national teacher!"

The Dagu State Teacher apparently did not take it seriously, so that the Qingpao men did not have to send each other, and walked out of the Dashui House alone and jumped into the Cold Food River.

The white boy is in the river, and he can move freely without any movements of hands and feet. His posture is elegant, like a white dragon who lived on the ancient map of the ancient times.

He finally followed the current and came to the bottom of the old well in the old city. He did not immediately go to the Qiulu Inn, which was close at hand, but stopped his body shape and remained motionless for a long time.

After the white boy’s hands were negative, he stood in the well and looked up at the sky.

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At the wellhead, someone suddenly asked: "Why don't you come up?"

The white boy smiled and said: "I don't dare."