The man was dressed in white like snow, a colorful long sword, standing on the top of the sky, his temples were green and silky, and he smiled:

The sword qi spans 90,000 miles, and a sword light chills 19 continents!

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, lightning and thunder roared, and a fierce ghost came out under the nine shadows, and a river of blood collapsed into the sea, and the corpses became a mountain......

Golden scales, wake up, dream!

The clothes were soaked, faintly smelling and smelling paste, at this moment, there was a tingling pain in the back of the shoulder, just like the beating that peeked at the three fat sisters changing their clothes, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was sleeping next to the pile of firewood. Xiao Jin Ye immediately understood that it was You Heng who saved him.

However, this kid is too unrighteous and doesn't even prepare a mattress, so that your grandfather Jin will have a painful sleep. Immediately, the little good feeling I had just given birth to You Heng disappeared. Secretly said: Your grandfather's, if it weren't for your old dog chasing ducks to scare me, how could Lao Tzu give thunder!

Fortunately, the ancestors of Shenxiao Palace blessed, or these masters of Qiankun Palace, the senior brothers' heads were not knocked in vain, and they finally recognized this unfilial descendant, and their lives were picked up. After being happy, he washed his face with the cooking water of Lao Yangtou, and found that he was a genius in the sky, and under such a big thunderstorm, he still captivated the country and the city, but it was a pity that half of the long green silk and yellowish hair gave a small half, and he was still handsome and chic.

At this moment, I don't know where Lao Yang Tou went to fool around, but even if he has some conscience, he heated up the two steamed buns, and left a roast duck leg on the board.

Little Jin Ye is a very expensive seed, took a bite of the white steamed bun, suddenly, salty and astringent, raised his hand and threw it into the stinky ditch outside the door, but this duck leg is crispy and tender. One bite down, I feel refreshed, for a teenager who doesn't know the taste of meat for three days, this duck leg is exchanged for his life, and he must cherish it.

Suddenly, he let out another howl. It's not that the bitter god Xiao Palace has been in the palace for a long time, but the duck legs are too fragrant, if you give a duck leg and take a lightning strike, his little Jin Ye didn't dare to think about it, but now, Bao Zhun didn't rush to the front line. Fortunately, there is no one at the moment, if you see this kid crying and gnawing on the duck leg, and by the way, there is a huge paw print on that white and tender face, maybe there will be a joke.

"Stinky boy, wake up, the duck legs taste good, right?"

At this moment, there was Lao Yang's head at the door, looking at him with a gloomy face, the old cigarette pouch and pot in his hand were slightly smoking, and he was quite bitter and hateful.

"It's you old bastard!"

The young man who was still half-dead just now, with a handful of tears and a handful of snot, suddenly fluttered like a tiger cub who had eaten milk, and his eyes were quick, and he was about to go to the stove to grab a kitchen knife. I vaguely remember that in the early morning of the same day, an old man and a young man made a move, and he lost on a kitchen knife, and the old thing chased after the knife, so he was determined to turn the passive into the active and the first to be strong!

"Don't look for it, I'll put it away. ”

Lao Yang Tou is quite proud, this is not blowing, the golden scales of this kid is a typical lice that lie on the dog's body, whoever gets stained with it is unlucky, not to lose a piece of your flesh, but also to suck you a mouthful of blood! This guy with a blade has to hide tightly, in case the little beast makes a mistake, it doesn't matter if he stabs himself, if Lao Yang Tou is stabbed a few times, it will be a loss of blood, and by the way, he also put on a duck leg.

Jin Liang is short of breath, he belongs to the master who sees the funeral, is not afraid of the funeral, and when it comes to combat effectiveness, he is not even as good as a dog, if he gives a kitchen knife, he may barely get a draw, and Lao Yang Tou is also a newcomer, and he looks down on him.

"What do you want?"

Jin Liang is not stupid, this crooked old man blocked the door, remembering that he offended him a few days ago, it was not light, and the scolding of his father and grandfather was very painful, and now it seems that karma has been tried and tried! At that moment, he was ready to cover his head with one hand, protect his crotch with one hand, and be beaten by him.

Great, the grandfather who beat him was happy, and he shouted to you: Good means, the master admits it!

It's a pity that Lao Yang Tou doesn't think so, this old boy is very vicious, he has lived for more than 60 years, and he can see at a glance that the little thing is not the master who can be appeased by a few casual beatings, maybe, when will he give you the whole thing that wants to cry without tears.

So, he lazily said:

"In this way, that kid of Youheng handed you over to me......"

Jin Liang was shocked, listening to his tone, he didn't have much respect for You Heng, directly that kid is long, that kid is short, but it's no wonder, just Chong Qiankun Palace's poor appearance, if you talk about yourself, maybe you should be filial piety and filial piety if you pull urine at the door.

"I don't care what you used to be outside, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't raise idlers here, you can stay here if you want to, you have to listen to Lao Tzu's arrangement!"

Xiao Jin Ye looked at the appearance of the two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand dragged by the old Yang head in front of him, and he was unwilling to do 10,000 in his heart, but he was also the Tanhualang of the Great Banner Country, and the emperor Lao Tzu had to be polite and polite when talking to himself, and people would give money to women?

Lao Yang Tou squinted at him, eighty percent was unhappy, they all said that Jiang was old and spicy, after the golden scales were ten thousand unexpected, Lao Yang Tou stepped away from the short leg that had been lame for half a lifetime, and pointed to the mountains and mountains outside:

"If you don't want to stay, get out of ......"

Jin Liang wants to get out of here, the master has already to go back to Lin'an to eat fragrant and drink spicy, but, turn to a sudden brake, no, Lao Tzu escaped once, lost once, this Dragon and Tiger Mountain is too big, don't say anything about rare birds and beasts, according to the master's roadblock IQ, it is not strange to starve to death in which corner.

After weighing the pros and cons, compared to his own life, it is not a big deal to give this little man a few days of pride.

So, with his head up, his chest straight, he pulled his face of 2580,000, and said the most cowardly words in his life, saying:

"Okay, uncle, you're so awesome, I'm not convinced......"

Lao Yang smiled proudly, but he didn't know that in the days to come, he would meet a hooligan, and he was a literate hooligan.

In the following days, You Heng also came to visit Jin Liang a few times by chance, but as soon as the little ancestor's dog temper came up, he directly picked up the rolling pin and went out for more than two miles. It's a pity, the food in the Qiankun Hall has been cut off for several days, you Heng was born in the Lian family, and he will be practiced in Bigu after a few days of hunger, and there is a master in the Wind Thunder Pavilion, who doesn't know life and death, and this time he can simply offer it in the mourning hall.

It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, and Jin Liang never thought that Lao Yang Tou, an old goblin who had turned into a thousand-year-old king, directly arranged for him to wash the dishes, and of course the food of tens of thousands of disciples in Shenxiao Palace was here, with three dishes and one soup per standard meal, and even more excessive, such as the elder's first seat, and a few extra side dishes were commonplace.

Xiao Jin Ye looked at the dishes as many as the mountains in front of him, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood eight feet away, and went directly to find his dead ghost father. Lao Yang Tou was still happy to take a sip of wine, and sat as a supervisor with a mouthful of small dishes, living like Huang Shiren in the white-haired girl, hating himself for not being able to roll up the serf halberd with a red flag, and the black-handed high-level overlord whip, the exploitative life of the landlord's old wealth was fully displayed.

There is a way that wealth can not be lewd, mighty can not be bent, now a little gold master will be bent, he originally wanted to theorize, his own pair of white jade hands that are learned to be literary and martial arts, sold to the emperor's family, in the future is to guide the country. Poor, Lao Yang said, "I can't finish washing, and I don't need to eat white steamed buns!" and went back to the golden scales.

Xiao Jin Ye died for half his life, and in the end he couldn't imagine that he would have to squat in the bitter kiln to wash the bowl for three years! For a while, he had mixed feelings, inextricably linked, rubbing the greasy vegetable bowl with both hands, and immediately, he forced out a clever plan, and secretly said:

Old boy, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, let's compare the means to see who survives whom!

One night, the sky is a little red, the evening class bell rings, according to the rules of Shenxiao Palace, the kitchen should prepare dinner, however, the old Yang head seems to be in poor spirits, and sewing is not in a good mood, listen to the little fat man who washes the vegetables, it is the widow surnamed Li under the mountain who found a strong man in his thirties in the same village, it is conceivable that thirty is not a wave, forty waves, the waves are on the crest of the waves, the young man is like a wolf and a tiger, compared to the old Yang Tou, the iron spear that has been in a hundred battles is about to be disarmed and returned to the field, and the horse is put in Nanshan.

Therefore, I didn't have the heart to take care of it, so I steamed and steamed the leftover white flour buns at noon and prepared to serve them to the table of Shenxiao Palace. At this moment, he scattered a group of little Taoist priests, took out a pot of old wine, and ate a few peanuts.

It is said that the only way to solve the worries is Du Kang, your old Yang has one less widow Li, and he is not looking for death and life, and in the great city of Heyang, men died on the battlefield, orphans and widows are unemployed and keep their homes, and they are also twine and tofu, not to mention how much.

However, love, love, and excessive kidney loss under countless indulgences, just like the poems of Empress Li, it is sorrow, and there is no taste in my heart!

I can't say it, so I have to talk about wine, but Lao Yangtou still has a stinky rule for drinking, if you don't take a good sip of the fragrant sauce board duck, then a bird will fade out of your mouth, and you won't be able to eat fragrant.

For a while, he chirped a wide old mouth, as if there was indescribable bitterness, and secretly thought: That year, the flowers were red and willow green, and when it was warm and cold, together with the rain and lotus girl on the shore of Daming Lake, three cups and two lamps could be used to meet the scene of his late wind, and the pair of small crispy hands clamped the sauce board duck and then sent it to his own mouth, which tasted amazing......

He squinted his eyes and enjoyed, chewing peanuts in his mouth, thinking of becoming a duck on the sauce board, and suddenly, there was a greasy and greasy fragrance in front of him, and he immediately recognized that it was sesame seeds that had been sinking for three years, mixed with angelica, chicken essence, and star anise yellow skin, and it had been boiled for eight hours before it tasted.

He licked the corners of his mouth, and clearly smelled a three-year-old duck, the salty smell wafting out of the boiling thick water, and suddenly his fingers moved, and Widow Li, who was still hurt by love, was thrown out of the clouds like her grandmother, who had been dead for seventy or eighty years.

I saw that outside the door, Jin Liang was holding a sauce board duck in his hand, and he was walking towards him with a smile.

It stands to reason that according to Lao Yangtou's treachery, he won't not know that a dog cub who was still eating and grinning with you yesterday suddenly changed his face today, saying that he would please him, either because he had some shady deeds or some vicious conspiracy.

However, the old thing can't walk when he sees the duck, and Jin Liang has taken this point, and it is estimated that even if he shoots his father, he will not feel distressed.

That little cub can be a man, he poured old wine diligently and comfortably, and specially pulled the duck's butt and brought it to the old Yang Tou, all of them were well-behaved, and said:

"Uncle Yang, my nephew used to have eyes and didn't know Mount Tai, and I hope you don't remember the villain, don't be like me. ”

A good nephew, there is such a beautiful nephew for no reason, Lao Yang Tou is happy in his heart, he really thinks that his own set of methods of destroying the withering and decaying have worked, and immediately, he admires the five-body throwing himself to the ground, arrogant, and said with a smile:

"You kid, you're a character, you can bend and stretch, and you can teach your son!"

Xiao Jin Ye looked at him with a mouth full of incense, and kept persuading a few ducks, and said:

"That's, Uncle Yang, I heard that in our Shenxiao Palace, in addition to a few first elders and the Venerable Tianzun, you are the oldest and the most senior, and those hairy boys in private have to call you Uncle Shi!"

Lao Yang's head drank high, and he couldn't stop the door with his mouth, and listened to the praise of the golden scales, and suddenly, he felt fluttering, with a red monkey ass face, and boasted:

"What's the matter, is it too much? We don't care how old Liuyun Lao Dao is older than me, just the old man Ke of the Discipline Division, Lao Tzu said a word, he also has to sell me a few thin noodles, and the whole Shenxiao Palace is eating the food I cooked, who dares to die!"

Jin Liang laughed dryly twice, and said secretly: Hey, you will die now!

Xiao Jin Ye is the master who came out of the kiln, nine doors and eighteen paragraphs, the ability to persuade wine is to be caught, with Duan Jianghukou said, it is the right to fool the evil, the traitor is flickering, the little two are doing well, I will fool him separately!

At the moment, the amount of alcohol is like a rising tide, where is the female disciple of that family taking a bath, where is it the most hidden, and which disciple under the first seat is the best to take this sip, there are a lot of people in Lingling, and the golden scales who listened to it were dumbfounded.

Finally, when he calmed down, it is estimated that this pot of old wine has also seen a low child. Xiao Jin Ye is talented, he doesn't smile at his skin, and said:

"Uncle Yang, what happens if you put too much white bun alkali?"

Lao Yang raised his hand and was a slap, but fortunately the kid hid quickly and didn't get hit, Lao Yang smiled and scolded:

"The little cub is a spirit, hiding from the thief and his mother, this smart energy, just refuses to be used on the right path, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday, you can't put too much, you can't put too much, people have diarrhea after eating!"

Jin Liang pretended to sigh to show his understanding, and then, he looked at Lao Yang's head sagely, and a sinister and treacherous smile stretched out from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"And what if the croton is poured with old wine?"

Old Yang Tou snorted and laughed, and he couldn't really hear it in the confusion, but, after a while, suddenly, the old man stood up with a carp, looked at the harmless appearance of golden-scaled humans and animals, and was covered in a cold sweat, and the little horse urine and wine suddenly woke up, and opened his mouth and scolded:

"Little brute, you ......"

There was a gurgling in his stomach, and a huge intent hit, and Lao Yang didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he put on his pants and ran out.

Golden Scale Ai Ai sighed, stretched, took out a stack of toilet paper from his arms like a trick, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Yang, it's a long night, you just squat!"

Tonight, there are still three dishes and one soup in Shenxiao Palace, but in the pot of seaweed soup, there seems to be a lack of condiments.

He swears that the dry powder ground by his own croton, the one-to-one materials, this method is genuine, Tong Su is not deceived, and there is absolutely no fake!

After mixing it evenly, he instructed the little Taoist priests to take it out, and he had already run away as soon as he slipped the cigarette.

The bell rang again, and the originally silent Longhu Mountain, suddenly, wailed all over the field, and bursts of popping sound came and went.