The silver-haired and red-robed young man in front of him, with a beautiful appearance and a cold face, is not Wen Zhigeng?

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhigeng's black hair faded into silver threads, and he didn't die, and he regretted that he didn't make up for his two knives last night, and now he will die if he doesn't die.

"Get out of here!" Wen Zhigeng flicked with his hand.

Zhao Ran fell out for a good step in a row, but his clenched teeth were loosened, and he realized that his face was very different from last night.

"Yes, yes. He bowed down, and just turned around and walked a few steps when he suddenly heard Zhi Geng say coldly, "Stop!"

Zhao Ran had to turn his face and put on the appearance of a small citizen: "What do you command?"

Wen Zhigeng's description was quite haggard, it seemed that last night was indeed a big injury, his cold sword-like gaze swept Zhao Ran up and down, and frowned slightly: "Where did it come from?"

Zhaoran's eyes moved slightly, and there was no trace of dog slaves around, so he hunched his waist and said: "Xiaomin Hu San, the people of Rongjiazhuang, come into the town to sell firewood, and buy something by the way." ”

Wen Zhigeng slowly paced to him: "Buy something...... What is this?"

Zhao Ran was a little glad that Ru Niang's mink coat was given to the boss of the North and South Currency, and now he is using a soil linen coat, but there is still a human skin in it, and he suddenly sweated on his back when he thought about it: "If you go back to the adult, the villain bought a Zhou gift for his son." ”

"Grab Zhou Li, a peachwood sword?" Wen Zhigeng said.

Zhaoran stiffened his head with a flattering face: "The villain's family can't afford a real sword, but I also hope that the child can mix up like an adult, and that can be regarded as the villain's ancestor is smoking." ”

But he bared his teeth in his heart, thinking that if my son was like a dog like you, then my grave must have been soaked in dog urine, and he didn't think about it, but he was afraid that his grave would not be much better than dog urine.

Wen Zhigeng really listened to it and said with disgust on his face: "Dogs, but they can daydream." ”

"Yes, yes. Zhaoran bent down in response, and he replied in his heart, "Dog things curse!"

Wen Zhigeng suddenly raised his hand and lifted Zhaoran's chin, his fingers were cold, touching Zhaoran's skin with a layer of tiny pimples.

"Big, adult, villain, this skin is average. ”

Wen Zhigeng scolded: "Shut up, I will say a word, you follow me to read a sentence." ”

Zhao Ran blinked twice, and the old eyes cried and said, "What do you want me to say?"

Wen Zhigeng has already lightly opened his red lips: "You are an unfilial son, dare to beat your father......"

Zhao Ran was so frightened that his teeth almost flew out, and he said in a trembling voice: "Adult, villain, there is an eighty-year-old mother in the villain's house, and the children and grandchildren are young......."

"Speak quickly!"

Zhao Ran had no choice but to say as if he was mourning: "You, you, you are an unfilial son, dare, dare to beat your father......"

"I'm an ancestor of you, how did your father give birth to such a beast as you?"

Zhaoran's jaw was about to be crushed by Wen Zhigeng, and he endured the pain and said, "I am an ancestor of you, how did your father give birth to such a beast as you?"

How happy he was when he said these words, his eyebrows fluttered, and now he stammered, like a lost dog, the appearance of the dog is naturally different, Wen Zhigeng lowered his eyes slightly, and obviously knew that this person was ruthless, and would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, and then he was suspicious and afraid that he would not be able to get out today.

He was thinking hard about the way to escape in his mind, but suddenly he heard a bell sound in the wind, the sound was faint, but it seemed to knock on people's hearts every time, so that people's spirits were lifted, like Daigo empowerment, like a spiritual realm dust, which made people suddenly feel wise.

"Buddha!" Wen Zhigeng whispered, suddenly abandoned Zhaoran, and walked away.

Zhaoran got up from the ground, coughed twice and ran out of the alley, and when he ran out of the alley, he saw a group of Buddhist disciples in white robes passing by, they had long black hair, wore snow hats, and their long clothes flew in the wind.

"It turns out that the Buddha is a group of little monks who have not yet been shaved. Zhao Ran looked at the back of the group of people and said secretly in his heart, the person in front held a golden Buddha staff in his hand, the top of the staff was a pagoda, and a circle of small golden bells fluttered around, and with every step, those bells would fly up and draw a golden arc.

The whole street was silent, where was the whisper of the princess who had just attached the horse, and everywhere she went, she knelt down on the ground and waited for the Buddhas to pass guò.

"This fake monk also has some ways. Zhao Ran pursed his lips, thinking that it was just far inferior to the immortal temperament of their cultivators, who only subdued demons and subdued demons, but hid their fame.

"Hmph, don't conspire with the monk!" Zhaoran thought that Wen Zhigeng was still nearby, so he turned around and hurriedly went out of the city to Sanho Village.

Out of the city, he looked around, didn't see Hu San's trace, couldn't help but think that in the end, the mountain people were simple, and they didn't want to take a penny after leading the way, where did he know that after Hu San separated from him, he didn't even care about selling firewood, and went back home twenty or thirty miles.

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Zhao Ran knew that the dog slave had a good nose and could at least smell the smell of a mile away, so he didn't dare to go straight to Sanhozhuang, went around in a big circle, and sprayed the local wine bought in the grass market outside the city.

After spilling the wine, Zhaoran shook the remaining half of the earthen wine in his hand, took a sip of it, and suddenly rushed to Baihui with enthusiasm, only to feel that his ears and eyes were instantly clear, far better than the Buddha sound he had just heard.

He pounced in the mountains for a while, and he didn't catch half a chicken or rabbit in the cold winter, but it was not beautiful to have wine but no meat, so although he didn't like to eat fish, he had to run to the nearby mountain pool.

From afar, I saw the mountain lake at the bottom of the valley, the mushrooms and cattails at the water's edge, along the water, along the water, by the setting sun, it will be from dark blue to light brown, vertical and horizontal, the altar is born in the snow to give birth to five kinds of ten colors.

Zhaoran was so happy that he jumped down the mountain path with wine and shouted: "I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust, get drunk and look at the mountains, and laugh at the people of the world." ”

As soon as he finished shouting, suddenly he was not alone by the lake, but there was a person sitting by the rocks on the edge of the world, and that person was bending down to pick up the plain shoes on the ground, and then turned his head, and suddenly felt that he was wrong, and he could not laugh at the people in the dust, because there were people in this world who seemed to be standing there, and he could make the mountains and rivers lose their color.

Zhao Ran felt that he couldn't describe it with a good look, nor how stunning he was, but he couldn't find a fault, and when he thought about it, there was no word to describe it, which made people feel abrupt.