In the Linqing Lane of the night city, there is a drunken man's house, the homestead is not the official mansion is magnificent, but several green tile households are surrounded by a small courtyard, and the external flower gate connects the secluded shore, leading to a blue mirror lake, which is extremely cultivated.

There is a painting hall Zhu Pavilion in the courtyard, and there is an apricot tree with high eaves planted next to it, and the apricots have been accumulated and drooping. A man in an idle white robe stood by the window, his eyes closed, silent for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes, and he immediately began to study ink.

Grinding ink, always do not allow others to disturb, the quality of the writing all lies in the intensity of the ink, the ink stone is of course more advanced than the writing, but the pen and paper confrontation, more pay attention to a kind of harmony, the pen and ink just like and not sticky, the paper just opened and not stiff, the book is finished to stop the pen and wait until the ink is dry, the back of the paper does not reveal a little mess, the front of the paper is also as neat as the beginning, then this can be regarded as a good pen and ink.

He picked up the pen of the red clay mountain goat, dipped it in ink and counted it, and then closed his eyes to recuperate, waiting for the strength in his hand to condense together, and the dripping ink on the tip of the pen gradually condensed into a uniform ball, hanging at the tip of the pen that was like a pillar of heaven, and the person and the pen were waiting for the natural wave.

Suddenly, the pen falls, people bend their elbows and stretch their arms, as if flowing water pours, at that moment, the pen goes to the miracle, the eye is on the dragon and snake, and then outlined with thick ink, the fresh water reflects and, like a prosperous era of calligraphy and painting, stunning the scenery of the whole courtyard.

After a short moment, he gently put down the pen and looked out the window, as if he was very satisfied with this writing, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, like a spring breeze, like dyeing the sun.

"That young man should be or is back! his temperament is not bad, he should be able to help in the future, the fragment of the Wasted Origin Ding is indeed very amazing. The man muttered to himself, and his face became solemn.

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In Linqing Lane, Jiang Ming rented a house, with a small courtyard and seven bedrooms, and it cost about five or six hundred taels of silver elsewhere, but it was different here, and he only received two hundred taels a year, which was a big bargain.

When Jiang Ming walked into the courtyard with Mu Qinglan in his arms, Father Mu greeted him with a worried face, and hurriedly asked what happened, Jiang Ming was about to explain in detail, but saw a person walking out of the house that was used as a hall, with a white shirt hanging on the ground, a paper fan swaying, accompanied by an inexplicable smile.

"Jiang Gongzi, where have you been?"

Jiang Ming saw that it was a rare landlord, he didn't know his identity, he only knew that he lived next door, the mansion was not big, and he was named "Drunken Man's Residence" at will, and others called him Yun Rin Gongzi. Jiang Ming knew that this mysterious landlord would not wander around without incident, and Mu Qinglan had already been diagnosed by a well-known doctor in the city, and there was nothing serious except for the deficiency of qi and blood, so he handed Mu Qinglan to Mu Qinglan, gave a few simple instructions, and asked the beggar to follow him to the side room.

Jiang Ming said with a smile: "Gongzi Yunrin is really a rare guest, we have been in Yeyang City for more than half a month, and we have only seen Gongzi twice, and we don't know what business Gongzi is doing?"

"Who told you I'm a merchant?" Yun Rinxuan laughed and scolded, showing a provocative hip-hop god, but he paused, stared at Jiang Ming and said, "Do you really know my identity?"

This sound enters Sanskrit, and the words are beautiful, and others do not understand. Is it his identity or other purpose? Jiang Ming was stunned and suspicious, although this person rented the house to them, he did not have the slightest landlord and landlord's shelf, and lowered the rent price at will, as if it was intended to curry favor? But what value did they have for him to curry? For Jiang Ming, a martial arts genius who could kill demon beasts and lions, for Mu Qinglan's beauty? But he did not reveal any intention of solicitation!

"My surname is Yun Rin, my name is Xuan, and the small character Xuanzhi is Xuanzhi. ”

Just like when we first saw it.

"What is your purpose?" Jiang Ming's face showed a hint of cruelty, and the hand behind his back was already bent into a claw, he was waiting, waiting for Yun Rinxuan's answer.

Yun Rinxuan slowly moved, stepped into the courtyard, formed a quadruple of houses, and gathered the front cover of the sky, faintly the sound of the wind rose, and the grass and trees were alarmed. A pen Huo Ran appeared in his hand, full of ink, like a cicada drawing water, quiet but not impatient, and resting under the sun. Yun Rinxuan was dressed in a white shirt, not stained with dust, and his hair was crowned, like an immortal.

At that moment, the wind and thunder were blowing, and everyone in the city went out to look eastward, watching the abnormal changes in the sky, and observing the sunny and cloudy weather. And in the corner of Linqing Lane, the man in white shirt looked up to the sky and roared, the pen knew that a thunder fell, and the roaring sound was deafening, but the man didn't help himself, the corner of his mouth set up a smile, and the thunder light rotated with the tip of the pen.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ming was shocked beyond words, because the thunder light flew past his right ear, directly shooting through the stone pillar on the side, and then inserting it diagonally into the beam. But seeing that the man in the white shirt smiled even more, with his hands behind his back, he showed even more detachment. And the thunderclouds have dispersed, the sky is clear, and the sun is setting.

Deterrence? or declaration?

Jiang Ming no longer thought that the man in white shirt in front of him was not proficient in martial arts, and he even knew that in the hands of the man, he had no strength or chance to fight back. It can communicate with heaven and earth, is close to fairies, and can visualize the depths of extraordinary vulgarity.

Yun Rin Xuan said: "Protect the Wasteland Ding fragment in your body, I will come to pick it up in the future." ”

The son stroked the fan and left.

Jiang Ming's back has been soaked with a layer of cold sweat, he never said a word again, he didn't see Cang Fukai drink blood with a sword two hundred and forty-eight, he didn't know that his strength was terrifying and dared to challenge fearlessly;

After pondering independently for a long time, Jiang Ming shook his head with a wry smile, and said to himself: "How can anyone find this fragment? ”

But I saw that under the eaves, half a figure was revealed, staring at the hole in the stone pillar with an incredulous face, and his expression was quite dull.

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"Jiang Ming, what's going on? What did Gongzi Yun Rin say?" Wood Father and even half of the people in the east of the city heard the thunder of the explosion, but this thunder was not a natural sign of thunderstorm, and by the time Wood Father was just a beggar to go out to inspect, the black clouds had receded, and the sky was clear again, as if the thunder had never come.

Jiang Ming looked at the beggar standing aside in panic, then at the suspicious Mu Father, and finally at Mu Qinglan who was lying in a coma on the bed, and rolled in a dry throat: "Just talked to me about the rent, and didn't say anything else." ”

"Really?" Father Mu's love is also very smooth, he heard the unnaturalness in Jiang Ming's words, but he didn't expose it, he already regarded Jiang Ming as the backbone of this temporary family, and he couldn't find any major mistakes in dealing with things or handing over people, not to mention that he was a farmer, in addition to being an older man, what ability did he have to solve bigger problems?

Jiang Ming said solemnly: "I can talk to Uncle Mu about Qinglan's injury this time, and I hope Uncle Mu won't ask about other things." ”

At this point, there is no need to talk about it, but the wrinkles and worries on Father Mu's face are much heavier, like an old horse.