novelThis seat is very good?
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The brothers stopped playing and both got up.
The people in front of me had a very solemn temperament. Xue Meng took a moment to react, and he said: "Well. It's not bad. Who are you?"
He used to be self-sufficient, and although Mrs. Wang repeatedly taught him the etiquette, he did not care about it. Therefore, asking others to honor their surnames, without respecting them, did not first report their names, which is very rude.
But the ink burned knows that this person will not know the general knowledge of Xue Meng. After all, people are...
"In the Confucian disciples, Ye forgets." The youth is calm and not angry. Under his dark sword, a pair of eyes are like quenching stars, especially bright and sharp."Dare to ask your high surname."
"Leaves the past?" Xue Meng frowned and muttered."I haven't heard of it. It's not famous."
Although his voice is not loud, but the other party's ear strength is not bad, it can certainly be heard. The ink burned La Xuemeng's sleeves in the dark, let him converge, and then converge on the emotions in the shackles. He smiled slightly: "In the next life, the ink burns, and this is the younger brother Xuemeng."
Xue Meng broke him and glared at him.
"Don't touch me, who is your brother?"
"Hey, Xue Meng, you..." The ink sighed and then bent back, and the leaves sighed and smiled: "The brother is stubborn, and Ye brother laughs."
He did not suddenly turn his temper, and he was very polite to Xue Meng. It's just because this leaf is a forgotten person, although he borrowed no name at this time, but in his life, the whole master is the second master in addition to Chu Yuning.
God knows how much bitterness has been eaten in the past. In this life, I will be a man again. For this sharp, knife-like, high-quality Yingjie, don't talk about it, at least I don't want to be an enemy of him.
A Chu nighting is enough for him to smash his head, and then come back with a leaf, then there is a comfortable life?
Ye had not forgotten a few words, and they were polite to each other and went back to the house.
As soon as others left, the ink burned back to the smiling face of the gods, and took the elbow and smashed Xue Meng. He smiled and asked, "How?"
"What is it?"
"This person." Ink asked, "I don't like it, can you look good?"
"... ?" Xue Meng looked at him inexplicably, shouting, "neuropathy."
The ink burned and laughed: "We are all living in the same hospital. We will look down and see you later. You should be lucky to live with us."
Xue Meng said strangely: "Listen to your tone, do you know him?"
Of course, the ink-burning can't tell the truth, and he jokingly said: "I don't know, but I don't know, but I only look at people. I look at him beautifully, and my heart is very happy."
Xue Meng said: "Disgusting!"
The ink burned a haha, turned and waved, and turned back to Xue Meng, making a cursing gesture, and then lazily returned to his stone lodge, and once he fell the bolt, he closed Xue Meng's cockroaches. Out of the way.
In the early morning of the next day, the ink ignited early.
In order to familiarize them with Taoyuan's life, Yumin specially extended the practice for three days. After the ink burned and finished, I saw that Ye Ye had already gone out, and the other two had not woke up, and they went to the street to hang out.
In the early morning mist, many Xianmen swordsmen walked lightly, drifting past, and rushed to their respective places of cultivation.
When the ink burned through an early shop, I saw a new pot of water and fried. I remembered that the younger brother was still sick, so I walked over and said: "The boss, I want eight fried pouches, and then I will take a bowl of sweet porridge and take it away."
The feathers of the stalls were not lifted and said: "Give me six feathers."
Ink burns: "What are six?"
"Six feathers."
"... Is it right now I have to find a chicken and pull a few hairs?"
The folk scorpion scorpion white and gave him a look: "I still want to eat without hair? Go and go."
The smoldering was good and funny, and I had to ask again. Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, and a bandaged hand reached over, with six golden wings hanging between the fingers.
"The boss, porridge, I paid for him."
The feathers took over the mane, and they were too lazy to wander with them. They turned and packed and went early. When the side of the ink burns over the face, I will see that Ye forgets that he is standing beside him, and that the end is Qing Xiu Ying, and he is self-satisfied.
"Thank you for your help." With a steaming fried bag and sweet porridge, the ink burned and the leaves walked away and said, "If you don't meet you today, I am afraid we all have to go hungry."
"No problem." Ye forgets, "The 18 girls are not good at sex, always forgetting to give some feathers to newcomers. I also happened to pass by, and it's just a matter of raising your hands. You don't have to be polite."
Ink burning asked: "When you buy and sell in Taohuayuan, you need to get feathers in exchange for it?"
"Not bad."
"Where did the feather come from?"
Ye forgets the road: "Pull it."
"Pull, pull..." The ink burns a little bit, is it really pulled from the bird? The birds here can't be pulled by them.
Seeing him in amazement, Ye forgets a little funny look at him: "What do you think? There is an abyss in the Taoyuan. It is said that the place where the gods were soaring and flying in the past, the bottom of the abyss is full of red flames. It's hard to be hot. So you won't be able to live in the grass.
The ink burned like he described it. He immediately thought of the sky-covered sky in the distance when passing by the suburbs yesterday. He said: "Is the abyss near the north of the city?"
"You are doing a good job."
"What does that have to do with feathers?"
Ye forgets: "This is the case. Although there are no other creatures that can survive near the ancestral abyss, there are a group of roars in the abyss. They are nested in real fire and they lie in the night. Their mane can help the people to repair Refined."
"It turned out to be the case." The ink burned and laughed."No wonder you have to use feathers to change things."
"Yeah. But you need to be mindful. When you are at night, their feathers will become the same as ordinary nightingales. Even if you catch them, they have no use. Only when the rising sun rises every day, the roars return to the ancestors in groups. The abyss. The moment they are about to enter the abyss, the wings on them will change back to gold, and it will be useful to pick them up."
"Haha, isn't that a practice of lightness? If the kung fu is not home, if you fall, you can become a barbecue. If you don't pick it, you will starve to death." The ink can't help but sigh."This is really human." distressed."
Ye forgets to ask: "Are you not doing bad work?"
Ink burned and said: "Generally average."
"That can't be done." Ye forgets, "The roaring action is fast, don't lose the eagle. If you don't practice hard, you will be hungry in a few days."
"such......"
Seeing the self-death of the ink, Ye Forgot sighed and said: "I have a lot of feathers, and I don't need it for a while. If you need it, ask me if you need it."
The ink burned and waved again and again, laughing: "How nice this is. These six feathers are what I asked you to borrow. I will go back to eat first. If I have feathers tomorrow, I will return it to you. Thank you."
Say goodbye to the leaves, the ink burned the porridge and returned to the other hospital.
There was no one in Xuemen's room. He woke up and was idle, and went around. The ink burned and came to the bamboo building in Chu nightning.
Chu nightning has not yet woken up. The ink burned the porridge and the fried bag on the table, came to his bed and looked down at him.
Suddenly some kind of familiar feeling floated on my heart.
The little teacher is asleep... How is it like someone?
But I can't think of who I want to be, but the impression is that there is a person like this. When I am lying in bed, I always smash myself into a ball, and my hands are on my cheeks. Who is it?
At the moment he was in a daze, Chu night would wake up.
"Hey..." turned over, Chu nightning saw the person beside the bed, suddenly widened his eyes, "Ink burning?"
"I have said it a few times, I want to call my brother." The ink burned his hair, and then he went to the forehead and tried the temperature."Hot back, come, get something to eat."
"Eating..." The children on the couch repeated dumbly, and the hair was messy, and the face became more and more lovely.
"You see that your brother doesn't hurt you, get up early to buy it early. Eat it hot."
Chu nightning went to bed with a white coat and went to the table. There is a tender lotus leaf on the table, and the inside of the fried bun is thin and crispy, with green chopped green onion and black sesame. There is also a small longan osmanthus porridge, boiled soft glutinous thick, is braving the heat.
The elders of Yu Heng, who have always been strong, have given birth to a certain uncertainty: "Give me?"
"what?"
"Is it... bought for me?"
The ink burned a bit: "Yes."
He looked at the way he was hesitant and he thought about it, and smiled and said: "Come on, or it will be cold."
Chu Xiaoning was so dead for many years, although everyone respected him, but because his character was stubborn and cold, almost no one would like to eat with him, let alone make a breakfast for him. Sometimes he looked at the interrelationships between the disciples, but although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help himself. Therefore, facing this bowl of porridge, a few buns, silent for a long time, actually reluctant to eat.
When the ink burned, he sat on the stool and stared at the food in front of him, but he did not move the chopsticks. He thought that he was not appetizing, so he asked: "What? Is it greasy?"
"..."
Chu night Ning looked back at him, shook his head, picked up a spoonful of porridge, blew the cold, and carefully drank.
If he is a handsome and cold Chu Zong teacher in the past, this kind of porridge will only appear to be well-conceived and elegant.
But it was awkward and pathetic to change to a child.
When the smoldering misunderstanding, he said to him: "You don't like the longan? Then you pick it up and throw it away, it doesn't get in the way."
"No." The younger brother didn't have much expression on his face, but when he looked back at the ink, the black scorpion was warm, "I like it."
"Oh... haha, that's good, I thought you didn't like it."
Chu nightning hangs down the thick curtain of the eyelashes and whispers repeatedly: "I like it. No one has ever treated me like this before."
He said, raising his throat and looking at the ink, he said seriously.
"Thank you, brother."
Mo-burn did not think that he would say this, and could not help but hold it.
He is not a good person, nor a child. The reason why he is good against Xia Shi is that he feels that his young age is extraordinary and he is a worthy future generation.
However, he has a utilitarian heart, but the other party treats him with sincerity. I couldn't help but feel a bit stunned, but listening to the words of this younger brother, I felt so strange, so I waved my hand and asked Chu to rather not thank myself. He asked: "Isn't anyone bought you earlier?"
Chu nightning did not have any expression, nodded.
"The people under the elders' door will not take care of each other?"
Chu night Ning said: "I don't often get together with them."
"Where did you get started? When you were in a vulgar family, you yell at the mother..." When the words were half, the ink burned.
The little teacher of his younger brother is so clear-cut, which parent's heart is tossing him to the mountains to practice, and never look at him from the door? Presumably his experience and his teacher are the same as himself.
Sure enough, Chu Xi Ning calmly said: "Parents have abandoned, no other relatives, no one took me."
The ink burned and did not speak. After a long silence, he sighed. Mind: I originally had a good relationship with this child. First, I saw him as a superb. Second, he was quite calm, and he was not the same as a child who was screaming. I don't want him to live with me.
He looked at the younger brother in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the time when his childhood was full of bitterness and pain, and there was a surge of blood in his chest, gradually becoming pity and relatives. Suddenly said: "No one has taken you before, but there will be. You will call me a brother, and I will take care of you from then on."
Chu nightning did not seem to expect him to say this. It seemed a little surprised. After a while, he slowly opened a smile and said, "You want to take care of me?"
"Yeah. You will follow me later, I will teach you the mind and teach you how to practice the sword."
Chu Xiaoning smiled even more: "You have to teach me the heart and teach me to practice the sword?"
The ink burned his misunderstanding and scratched his head."You don't laugh at me. I know that you are very good at repairing, but you are still young, and you have to learn a lot of things. There are so many elders, he can't care." You. What are you doing with me? I still have at least one Shenwu person."
Chu night was quiet for a long time, and said: "I have never laughed at you. I... I think you are very good."
In this case, before he changed it, he could not say anything, but his body became smaller. It seemed that even the temper would be soft, just like hiding in the dark, and finally he could remove the hard-boned mask.
It was burned and lived for two lifetimes. For the first time, people were praised as "you are very good." Although the other party was only a child, it also made him feel helpless. The surprise was very good. It was a long time, and it was as thick as a city wall. The face of the skin turned out to be red.
He muttered and repeated: "I, I, I, I am fine... Am I good?"
Suddenly I remembered that when I was young, I really wanted to be a good person.
However, at that time, the humble but gentle desire was to "when I grew up, I wanted to discuss the fate of Li Zhi, who was a daughter-in-law." "If you earn enough silver, you should buy a biscuit every day." "If there are two meals in the future, there will be two." The block of braised pork, when the gods do not change, the same, and later became the memory of the wind and snow.
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