Chapter 422： River and night rain

Mrs. Xiao Yu’s four people are seated, and it is the closest position to the threshold of the Xueyu Hall. It is suitable for enjoying the night view outside the gate.

And the close-knit niece of Mrs. Xiao Yu was ridiculously ridiculed by all the mountains and rivers in the Bai Baijiang area. She was praised as a little water god. Ziyang House did not even have a seat.

The prostitute had to stand behind Mrs. Xiao Yu, a pretty face.

After dying to become a water ghost, two hundred years, step by step by Mrs. Xiao Yu personally pull the Baishui River Shui Shenfu's patrol, all the five sects and monsters in the jurisdiction of the chaos, she can play first, why Great disgrace. This visit to Ziyang House is considered to be the scenery that has been accumulated for two hundred years, and it has been lost in the Ziyang House.

Fortunately, she was with Mrs. Xiao Yu, and she was aware of the importance of lightness and weight. She did not need to remind her to pay attention to the occasion. She had already lowered her eyebrows early and tried to make her look more natural and dare not express her dissatisfaction. The former wife and the current owner of Ziyang House, Huang Wei, after the two men talked about the big things alone, the wife’s mood is still not easy, reminding them of the four people, before returning to Jiangshen House by boat, there are variables, and I ask everyone to bear it again. endure.

At that time, Mrs. Xiao Yu was quite embarrassed and looked bitter. In her speech, she actually took a hint of praying. She saw that the prostitute was so sad that she almost shed tears.

At this moment, Mrs. Xiao Yu’s appearance, clothing and sitting posture are almost flawless, but her eyes are somewhat dark and unclear.

She was able to sit in the Baiji River, and she was able to stretch the Baiji River, which was originally only 600 miles, to nearly 900 miles. The authority of the court was a big victory for the secular court, and many of the hills of Huang Tingguo. As well as Sun Dengxian, the great master of the rivers and lakes, the relationship is close, naturally it is not done by killing and killing.

She was the first of the two people to enter the banquet. The high hall was full and the gods were piled up. Two empty spaces were vacated. Her guest in the Shishui River Shui Shenfu, who was informed that it was close to the threshold, was left. The next most reserved left-hand seat under the main position is reserved for whom, Mrs. Xiao Yu knows at a glance.

Sure enough, I saw Chen Pingan walk into the Xueyutang, sitting on the main seat of Wu Hao, the wife of Xiaoyan, who is not willing to see the Ziyangfu Kaishan ancestors.

Actually, she smiled and got up. She walked down the steps and walked toward Chen Ping’s group of people. She took Chen’s arm and laughed. “Chen Gongzi is not in Xueyutang, we can’t dare to open the table.”

Chen Ping, who has long been a natural savvy, has suddenly put a woman who is unfamiliar with her arm. Some of her body is stiff, and it is not good to see the relatives of Wu Hao’s relatives on the spot. It is really torment.

The owner, Huang Wei, is a monk in Ziyangfu. One by one, the mind is swaying. He feels that the young man named Chen is either a ancestor of the ancestors, but this possibility is not big. After all, the ancestors created Ziyangfu. Since then, there has never been a Taoist, the ancestors are fascinated by the avenue, and they have no feelings for their children. Otherwise, is it a big relative of the Song Dynasty who traveled to this place?

Otherwise, the performance of the ancestor Wu Hao's banquet is too anomalous.

Fortunately, after Wu Hao took Chen Ping to the seat, she released her hand without revealing her traces and walked down to the main seat. It was still a familiar posture of Chen Pingqing’s eyes. Lang said: "Chen Gongzi, we Ziyang House Not to mention that this old man hangs on the wine, the name of the Quartet, is not a boastful word, it is an emperor of the Dagu Goyang Gaoshi, privately, also asked Huang Tingguo Hongshi, and we are discussing with Ziyang House every year. It’s going to be sixty altars. Now the drinks have been prepared in a few cases. After drinking, they will be on their own, and they will never let any one drink in front of the cup. You can only drink it. Tonight we are not drunk. Return!"

Ziyang House's dozens of beautiful young women repaired, served as a sip of the wine, and put on a brand new glamorous color coat, which emerged from both sides of the Xueyu Hall, such as the colorful butterflies, it is very colorful.

Wu Hao took the lead to stand up to toast. "This first glass of wine, Jing Chen Gongzi came to my Ziyang House, and it was beautiful!"

As a result, everyone had to stand up and raise their glasses together to toast Chen.

In Huang Tingguo, the face is bigger than the sky.

I am afraid that the Emperor Hong’s visit to the Purple Palace will not allow Wu Hao to be so worded.

After Sun Dengxian was seated by Chen Pingan, he did not return to the soul for a while, and sat down in the position, so he gave his friend a foot, and he quickly got up.

Chen Pingan only had a thank you and drank a glass of wine.

In the case of the most small and exquisite case in front of Qian Qian, the same two pots of old clams were also placed, but Ziyang House was very intimate, and also prepared a sweet and clear pot of fruit for the little steamed bun, so that you can get up and close the cup. The money is very happy.

Ziyang House is really a good place.

When I make money, I have to make up my mind. When I look back, she must recite the Master’s chanting and carefully grind Master’s ear. After that, we will often come to Ziyang House as a guest. Although Wu Hao is not handsome, it is worse than Huang Ting and Yao Jin. It’s quite a lot, it’s good, the hospitality is warm, it’s really a bit of a problem! Anyway, it is not important for Master to go home, to be her teacher, what looks like, no matter what.

After that, Wu Hao did not stare at Chen Pingan, which is the rich feast of the Xianjia on the ordinary mountain.

All kinds of mountains and seas, delicious food, in the young female hands of those who are graceful like butterflies, have been on the snowy church.

The owner, Huang Wei, is the second chair of Ziyang House who is responsible for the appearance of the show. He is a talker and takes the lead to toast Wu Hao. He speaks eloquently like a bead and wins a full house of applause.

Wu Hao’s words are not many, but compared to the posture of Ziyang’s banquet in the past, I am very close to the present tonight. I have decided to say a few interesting things on the mountain. The people in Ziyang are naturally laughing and laughing. In fact, Wu Hao is not a joke. The temper, if it is replaced by Huang Qi to tell the content, maybe it is not worse than the storyteller, can be said from Wu Hao mouth, listening to Chen Pingan, really not funny, but the snowy hall of laughter, is really a More sincere, a smile is natural.

Probably this is also a river.

In fact, Chen Ping’s feelings for the first time were still in the illusory blessings of the flowers. After the end of the war, the Nanyuan emperor was met in the restaurant.

Mrs. Xiao Yu held the glass and slowly got up.

Everyone had a tacit understanding, stopped the noise, and was silent for a while.

Mrs. Xiao Yu smiled and said: "Xiao Yu is the Baishui River Shui Shen Fu, and he is a glass of wine to Yuan Jun's ancestors."

Wu Hao was ignorant, but his eyes stayed on Mrs. Xiao Yu.

This gesture is obviously that she does not want to give this face to the Baishui River Shui Shenfu. You Xiaoyan is even more boring and does not want to earn in Ziyang.

Sun Dengxian almost blew his chest, clenched his fists with both hands, and put them on a few cases, shaking all over.

Wu Hao intentionally or unintentionally, the corner of his eyes squinted at Chen Ping, the latter is turning his head and talking quietly, it seems to be telling this gimmick to be a guest in other people's home, must sit and have a seat, eat and eat, do not want to forget, fruit Brewing is not wine, there is no excuse for being drunk. I saved my money and straightened my waist, but I shook my head and smiled. I said that I knew that I was awkward, and I ended up with Chen Ping’s chestnut.

When Wu Hao saw Chen Ping’s meaning of no blending, he quickly retracted his gaze and yawned. He twisted the pot neck of a pot of old-fashioned cognac and swayed gently.

Tou help, lazy and asked: "White River? Where?"

Then Wu Hao turned to look at Huang Wei and asked: "How far is it from Ziyang House?"

Huang Wei quickly got up and respectfully replied: "Responding to the ancestors of the ancestors, this Baishui River Shui Shenfu, only one trip from our Ziyangfu River, three hundred miles of water."

Wu Hao’s pretense is stunned. “That’s not too far.”

Not far away, even if it is a neighbor, the market sayings that distant relatives are not as close as neighbors, for the genealogy of the fairy tales and the landscape gods, three hundred miles, it is indeed a short distance, which is equivalent to the journey of the folks after a meal. In this case, the Baishui River Shui Shenfu in the past few hundred years, posing with the old and dead of Ziyang House, falling in the eyes of Wu Hao, is tantamount to Mrs. Xiao Yu's provocation.

However, in this matter, Wu Hao had his own calculations, and it was only by the Baishui River Shui Shenfu that he opened his hands and opened the territory, and did not open the Ziyangfu monks and the iron vouchers.

A well-groomed snowy temple is filled with chilling moments.

Mrs. Xiao Yu was so in front of her hands with a glass of wine on her face, a delicate and innocent face, and her smile was unchanged. "I still hope that Ling Ling Yuanjun will sin, then I will give myself a cup of money."

Just as Mrs. Xiao Yu raised her arm, Wu Hao suddenly reached out to the palm of her hand and slammed it twice. "Xiao Wei, Xiao Ziyang House, where can I afford a fine wine of Jiangshui Zhengshen. Huang Wei, how are you? When the government owner, Xiao Yu does not come to visit, you will not take the initiative to go to the water **** house to go to the door? Do you want this lady of the river **** to come to see you? I see the shelf of your house, you can compare the emperor of Hong Kong, Hurry, why are you doing this, and give a drink to Mrs. Jiang Shen, forget it, Huang Hao, you have three pills."

Huang Wei said nothing, facing Mrs. Xiao Yu, even drank three glasses of wine.

The snowy hall is already a dignified atmosphere with a drop of needle.

Xiao Yu always carried the glass of wine that had no chance to drink. After bending down and putting down the glass of wine, he made a weird move. On the case of the old man and Sun Dengxian on both sides, he smashed the two altars in front of him. Santan wine was juxtaposed. She picked up one of the altars. After uncovering the mud, she held a jar of about three pounds. She said to Wu Hao: "The Baishui River Shui Shenfu drank three cups of toast from the Huangfu Lord. This is a large number of adults in Ziyangfu. I don’t care about my Xiaodao’s housewife. But I also want to drink the three altars and make a sin with Dongling Yuanjun. I also wish Yuanjun to squat on the five sides, Ziyangfu. Open!"

Next, Xiao Yu actually deliberately suppressed the operation of the golden body, which was equivalent to the removal of the Baishui River water god's way. For the time being, the body of the ordinary Wufu was smoldering and drinking the whole three altar wine.

Xiao Yu's face was blushing. She held the wine altar three times, drinking on her head, and the wine was inevitably missing. She was dressed in a gorgeous palace, and her chest was slightly soaked. She turned her head and reached for her mouth.

Looking at the money, Zhang Dazui, looking at the heroine of the heroic cloud in the distance, replaced himself, not to mention Santan wine, even if it is a small jar of fruit, she can not fill her stomach.

She quickly touched the glass and poured herself a cup of fruit, ready to suppress.

Chen Pingan whispered to the money: "It's almost ok."

Looking at Chen Ping’s Wu Hao again, she turned to look at the Baishui River water **** who did not dare to sit down. Nodded, “Toasting and drinking, there is no less drinking, it’s good, not a family.” Home, after you, the Water God House and our Ziyang House, even if they are half relatives, I will remember a lot of doors during the holidays. But I will remind Mrs. Xiao Xiao, you have such an opportunity today, thanks to Chen Gongzi, it will not What does it mean?"

The lady Xiao Xiao was obviously quite uncomfortable. She was very short of breath, and she had a undulating landscape. She still smiled: "When this is the case, then drink another altar. Just like Dong Ling Yuanjun said, the opportunity is rare. Not drunk and not returning! Liangchen beauty and wine heroes, I can't live up to Xiao Yu, just hope that if I am drunk, I will be jokes..."

Between the words, Xiao Yu smashed a jar of wine and uncovered the muddy fingers, which was already shaking slightly.

After Chen Ping got up, he held the wine glass and looked at the door of the Baishui River. The goddess of the water goddess held the wine jar and looked down at his glass. He suddenly turned to look at Wu Hao on the main seat and smiled: "Yuan Jun I drink a lot of wine, it is better for me to drink with a cup of water than my goddess. Otherwise, I have a glass of wine, but the goddess of Jiangshen is a wine, and I can’t stand it, so I can’t disturb the Ziyang House again. When passing by the Shui Shen House, I dare not visit the water **** goddess."

Wu Hao’s eyes were deep, shaking the jug and laughing: “Chen Gongzi, this can’t be done, Xiao Yu respects me Santan wine, but only drinks a glass of wine with the son. This is how it’s going, it’s too disappointing, how, Chen The son is a pity of jealousy jade? In this case, it is a coincidence, the wine is the medium, we are Mrs. Xiao Yu who has been alone for many years, Chen Gongzi is a person in the dragon and phoenix..."

Chen Pingan quickly interrupted Wu Yuyue’s words that he said that he was not talking. He picked up a jar of wine and opened a clay seal. Like Wu Hao, he asked for help: "Yuan Jun, but you, I also confessed, half a jar of fine wine, left In the second half of the jar, it is my return to the goddess of the gods."

Wu Xiaoran laughed.

So the snowy hall once again sounded the loud laughter of the sound of the sky.

Chen Pingan faced the main position and drank a half of the altar wine in one breath, then turned to the lady Xiao Yu, and raised the remaining half of the altar wine, "Jingjiang Goddess."

Mrs. Xiao Yu once again drank it.

This time, she refused to take care of her rituals. She quickly sat down, turned her head and used her arms to resist her mouth.

After the farce, the banquet was once again lively.

A woman in a colorful dress is busy.

Someone has left their seats and came and went to toast each other.

After all, the five-day monks in Ziyang House gathered together. Many of them came from Xiudong Dongfu near Ziyang Mansion. The practice of Guanhai and Longmen was especially concerned with dripping water. This kind of monk is really a monk who enters the room. Ten years or even decades have not seen one side, it is very common. If you reach the legendary Yuan Yingjing, it is the quiet scene of the dragon in the clouds.

The prostitute bent over and gently patted Mrs. Xiao’s back. As a result, she was bounced off by Xiao Yu, and the prostitute quickly stopped her hand.

The drunken Mrs. Xiao Yu, the more beautiful and glamorous, the dazzling, she whispered to Sun Dengxian: "First, don't go drink with your friends?"

Sun Deng’s face is difficult.

Mrs. Xiao Yu does not know that it is drunk, and it is very different from the usual graceful dignity. At this moment, some small women are like a petite look, and they look forward to Sun Dengxian.

Sun Dengxian had some helplessness. He was only respectful to the Jiangshen Empress and had no thoughts. However, the heroes under the sun, seeing the beautiful pictures of the beautiful people and the autumn waves, how many of them can be iron-hearted?

Sun Dengxian had to nod and got up to hold the cup. He was going to Chen Ping’s side to sip a glass of wine.

Sun Dengxian is such a temper. If he does not know that Chen Ping is the first-class privilege of Ziyang House, his ancestor Wu Hao must be a good guest. It is only the young and beautiful ranger of the three-fourths in the impression that everyone meets in the rivers and lakes. Also reunited in the rivers and lakes, not to mention that Chen Pingan does not come to toast, he Sun Dengxian will take the initiative to find him to clink, talk a few words. But now Sun Dengxian is uncomfortable and full of pride.

Sun Deng first stunned.

I saw the young man with a white sword and a black charcoal

Shantou.

Chen Pingan went to Sun Dengxian, "Sun Daxia, respect you."

Although Sun Dengxian said that there was some tweaking in the past, it was only that people came safely. Sun Dengxian was still a little happy. He also felt that there was light on his face. It was rare for this trip to Ziyang, where he could have such a small and comfortable time. Sun Dengxian Laughing and standing opposite to Chen Ping, after clinking glasses, each time they finished drinking the glass of wine, Chen Ping safely lowered the glass slightly. Sun Dengxian felt that it was not appropriate, and he also lowered it. He did not want to make Chen Ping and lower. Sun Dengxian only counted this.

After Sun Deng’s drink of a glass of wine, he was alone drinking wine tonight, and he was a little bit sloppy. Some words that went to his lips, he blurted out and said: “Chen Ping, where the wine table rules learned from it, cheesy! Besides, I can't afford this gift."

Mrs. Xiao Yu has already stood up, and the old man is a friend of the two water gods. Seeing Sun Dengxian’s informality is a bit dumb.

Chen Ping’s eyes are bright, “Sun Daxia, can afford it!”

Sun Deng first enjoyed it. "Don't you catch the fox charm? As for you, don't forget it?"

Chen Pingan did not say that the feelings about the rivers and lakes were just about picking up the jars from a few cases, pouring a glass of wine for himself, and giving Sun Deng a full smile. "The human road is narrow and wide, and Sun Daxia Go one!"

The two still sip a glass of alcohol, and Sun Deng first smiled and said: "Good guy, it is not too small to persuade the wine."

Chen Pingan smiled and said that he had been drinking a bit of old-fashioned old-fashioned cognac in a single breath, and he was already flushed.

Say goodbye to Sun Dengxian, it has not been a long time.

There is no more chat with the white river goddess.

Before Chen Ping left, he looked to the gate.

The manager who can only stay outside the threshold has been looking at Chen Ping and Mrs. Xiao Yu. After finally seeing Chen Ping’s line of sight, he immediately bowed his head.

Chen Pingan smiled and held an empty cup, which returned to its original position.

After the manager who had been timid for a long time got this expression, he was almost excited and tearful.

Mrs. Xiao Yu sat in the position, bowed her head, gently wiped the clothes and stains, and spit out a sigh of gas and alcohol.

More terrible than this drunkenness in the death, you want to drink thousands of pounds of fine wine, the other party will not give you a chance to drink two or three.

The prostitute looked at the young man's far back, and after some thought, the heart was somewhat grateful.

When I looked up, I curiously asked, "The old man, you can see the dog low, and you are not angry with Master?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "This is a good thing."

Money whispered and asked: "Master is thinking about Sun Daxia, they are alright."

Chen Pingping shot her head. "You are smart."

There are already a few steps away from the seat, and I grabbed the gentle palm of Chen Ping’s hand. Chen Pingan curiously asked, "What happened?"

Qian Qian smiled and said: "The good man's fairy spirit and rivers and lakes."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yes, I can follow the way to eat and drink, where to find such a master."

The money was carefully asked: "Master, can I have a little bit of old man sipping wine, but I can swear, kill me."

Chen Ping asked: "What do you say?"

I nodded and said: "I think I can drink a small cup. I also want to narrow the wine glass."

Chen Pingan pulled her ear and threw her in the unique seat of the small embroidered stool. "Drink your fruit."

Chen Pingzheng is about to sit down. Wu Hao has already stepped down to the main position and came to him. She waved her hand and gestured to the quietly-snowing Xueyutang to continue drinking, and waited until the banquet returned to the noisy.

Wu Hao asked with a heartfelt voice: "Chen Gongzi, have you killed a lot of dragons?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The battle of the dragon's ditch was not the one that he personally killed.

Suddenly remembered the Huangqi demon on the border of the Tongquan Zhou Daquan dynasty, Chen Ping was killed from the beginning to the end. Chen Pingan frowned and asked: "What happened to Yuanjun?"

Wu Hao saw Chen Ping shaking his head, and his heart was somewhat unhappy. He only thought of the two books that were more useful than the sacred purpose. He only had to bear the patience to explain: "I also don't ask the son's past, but I can see that. The son is contaminated with a lot of karma."

Chen Pingan curiously asked: "How do you say?"

Wu Yan smiled and said: "There are some monsters in the world. It is the merits of killing the body. It may also be karma. This unusual rule, Confucianism has always been so deep, so Chen Gongzi may not be clear."

Chen Pingan asked straightforwardly: "Can there be a method of cracking and eradicating?"

Wu Hao sold a Guanzi. "Don't worry, the son will stay in Ziyang for a day or two. When the wine wakes up, I will say this to the son again. I will only drink alcohol tonight, not to mention these things."

There is nothing in the world.

Wu Hao took the lead to leave.

Chen Pingan also quickly took the money and left the Xueyutang, returning from the original road.

I was very excited about saving money. I didn’t forget to take the mountain stick. I sang songs of my own songs along the way. They were all the words of Longquan County’s hometown that she heard from Master.

Today, Lei Gong sings, there are not many rains in Minger. The swallows fly low-flying snakes, the ants move their mountains to wear caps... The moon is hairy and the rain is heavy. The sky is covered with squid spots, and the sun will not be turned over tomorrow..."

There is no stop.

Zhu Chuan had heard this song in the ear and persuaded him: "Women, do you do well, let go of my ear?"

I sighed and sighed, and I was in a good mood tonight. I went along with the old cook. She rushed a few steps in front of the quiet road and waved the mountain stick. "The wild dog is smashing under the sun, and the wolf is in the way, it makes the rivers and lakes sinister." Everyone is at risk. But I have not practiced the swordsmanship and the knife method of peerlessness. I blame me and blame me."

Zhu has a foot on her ass.

After a few steps of saving money, I still stood still and turned and angered: "What?"

Zhu Zheng was going to laugh at her a few words, suddenly snorted, looked up and reached out, "It's raining?"

Chen Pingan snorted.

It was really drizzling.

The group of people stepped up and returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

Shirou is a femininity, and he does not need to sleep, so he stays on the first floor.

Zhu Xuan and Qian Qian lived on the second and third floors respectively.

Chen Pingan stood alone on the fourth floor corridor, and the rain was not big tonight.

Half an hour in the corridor, scattered inside and outside the wine.

Chen Pingan went back to the room to sleep, and his sleep was very shallow. After all, he was in Ziyang House, and there was Wu Wu, the owner of the unpredictable personality.

In the middle of the night, suddenly a soft knock on the door.

Chen Pingan got dressed and opened, but after opening the door, he saw an absolutely unexpected person.

Baishui River Water God, Mrs. Xiao Yu.

I saw her eyes complex, shy, and the words still rested, as if I had put on a more fitting dress, she turned her head, biting her lips, courage, whispered: "Chen Gongzi..."

Chen Pingan has suddenly closed.