Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion.

Is there such a profession that teaches you how to kill people?

Draw out a piece of flower paper and spread it on the sandalwood case. Roll up the sleeves of the acacia, hold the white jade tube, lightly dip the green ink, pick up the wick, and drop a few lines of bright hairpin flowers in the turn of the pen, and the words are soaked in the cold of the bones.

"I hate that man so much. Hate can't make his body head in a different place, hate can't make his intestines rot, hate can't make it break into 10,000 pieces. I want him to die, but I can't ask for it. This hatred lingers day and night, gnawing at skin and bones, and it is difficult to sit and lie down. If there is a spirit in the sky, please give me a good way to relieve my hatred, but I will fulfill my wish, and I will be willing to be a cow and horse for ten generations, and I will fall forever!"

The night is as cool as water, the people are quiet and the wind is quiet, the bird's wings fly under the full moon, and the end of the world is secretly crossed in a blink of an eye.

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The old lady told her brothers and sisters: When you enter the mountain gate later, you can only enter the gate on the right, the brother steps with the left foot first, and the sister steps with the right foot first, and you must not step on the threshold. Mama Zhuang stood beside the road, and conveyed Mrs. Yan's instructions to the people who were left behind.

Lianhua Temple has to come every year, and the old lady has to tell you this sentence when she enters the mountain gate every year. Why do you have to go through the gate on the right, because the middle gate is called the "empty gate" and only monks can enter and exit. When Yan Qi was five years old, he followed the Yan family to burn incense for the first time, and walked through the middle gate in a daze.

The old monk bowed his head and asked Yan Qi: It's easy to come, it's hard to go, why did the donor come from?

Yan Qi shuddered: I'm not me, home is not home, do you think I'm willing?

The old monk patted Yan Qi: The Tao is natural, and it is homeopathic.

Yan Qimu sent the old monk down the mountain: worthy of the monk, thank you for your advice.

…… Hey, wait. Isn't "Taoism and Nature" a Taoist doctrine......? The knowledge is a little mixed.

Later, the old monk was hit by the pilgrim's carriage at the foot of the mountain, and the stretcher was carried back, but he did not make it.

Since then, when it is customary to go to the Lianhua Temple of Chiba Mountain every year to burn incense, Yan Qi respectfully stays away from the monks in the temple - the secret of heaven must not be revealed, in case there are so many old monks who are deep and can't control their mouths, how many old monks see what she is doing, and she is punished by God, and she ends up with a broken arm and leg, it will be too embarrassing.

On the 26th day of the first month of the first month of Lianhua Temple every year, the mountain gate will be opened, and pilgrims will be widely accepted, and the scriptures will be fasted for three consecutive days. The old lady of the Yan family believes in Buddhism, and on the twenty-sixth day of the first month of every year, she has to take a large family up the mountain to enter the incense, it is not enough to enter the incense, but also to listen to the lectures, and it is not enough to listen to the lectures, but also to eat vegetarian food, the vegetarian food of Lianhua Temple is well-known far and wide, and I heard that the emperor will occasionally come to rub the monks' meals in micro-clothes.

The guest house of Lianhua Temple is for the Yan family to do a full set of big health care to pay attention to the pilgrims to prepare, into the incense to listen to the scriptures, eat fasting and leisure, at least two days, the guest house is a must-have, clean is very clean, a water of the triple courtyard, one set of a set, stuff dozens of Yan Mansion such a size of the family is not a problem, the capital is full of Buddhism in the big mansion Gaomen, this time of year can be the guest house full.

Mt. Chiba, where Renkeji Temple is located, is located on the northern outskirts of Taihei Castle in Kyoto, surrounded by mountains that stretch majestically and beautifully. Mt. Chiba is only one of the mountains, not high, better in the scenery is quiet, the mountains are full of pines and cypresses, even in this season of the end of the winter is still full of greenery, so regardless of cold and summer, there are often people and good men and women to enjoy it.

The Yan family has been in the past few years, and the scenery is no longer new to them, after burning incense and listening to the scriptures, the guest house booked in the morning is properly placed, and the rest of the time is to chat and find friends and wait for food.

When Mrs. Yan and her old sister Mrs. Li were reminiscing in the upper room of the east courtyard, Yan Qi was reading a book in the west wing of the west courtyard, and the title of the book was "The Great Hero Chen Baoqiang" ,A small talk book rented from a bookstore outside,Although the name of the hero is a little more down-to-earth,The story is still good.,It's about the hero Chen Baoqiang's parents were killed when he was a child.,He studied martial arts hard since he was a child and was determined to take revenge.,But when his parents died, he was still young.,I don't know who the enemy is.,After some investigation,It was found that the suspect has four people.,Everyone looks like his enemy.,So who is the enemy?

"How many times have you seen it?" "Young Master Yan Jiu, who was sitting opposite Yan Qi, asked slowly.

"It's only the thirteenth time. Yan Qi only saw less than a tenth.

"Chen's mother is not dead, the enemy is Ma Youcai. Young Master Yan Jiu put his hands in his sleeves and lowered his eyelids and said leisurely.

“……”

Angry. Why are all the biological brothers in the world so indebted.

"I raised you so big for nothing. Yan Qi silently closed the book.

"Don't complain. Young Master Yan Jiu still spoke slowly, glancing at the blue and white porcelain teacup in front of him, Yan Qi reflexively took the teapot and refilled the tea for him, "The mouth is upright." Young Master Yan Jiu gave her a characterization of this behavior.

The words were learned from Yan Qi, in fact, the first word that Young Master Yan Jiu learned to say in his life for ten years was "Sleep".

The second one learned to say was "seven".

"Dad" and "Mother" didn't learn to speak until they were three years old, because there was no physical object around, and there was no way to teach or call them.

What about my father? It's full of snot.

The Yan family lives in Kyoto, and the biggest boss in the family after the division is the old lady Yan and his wife, who gave birth to four brittle sons in one go, the eldest son became a civil official, the second son became a military general, the third son was a glorious people's teacher, and the fourth son was unemployed at home.

Speaking of the second son, that is, Yan Qi and Yan Jiu's biological father Yan Er, as a military general, he went to the border pass, guarding the northern desert of the motherland, Yan Qi was less than two years old when he went to work, Yan Jiu Young Master was a few months old, not long after he went, the border was in the border pass, a war report arrived in Beijing, and the first one in the list of killed was the name of Yan Er.

Not to mention how heartbroken the Yan family was, the general guarding the border died in battle, and the bones had to be transported back to Kyoto for burial, right? But the war report said that "there are no bones left," isn't this a strange thing? Even if they are chopped by a random knife, they can still leave a mud of meat, and if there are no bones, how can they die so that they can't even leave a single bone slag?

People say that "the deceased is buried for peace", the deceased are not buried, and the living are uneasy, but they are busy fighting over there, who has the kung fu to find the corpse for you? When the whole house was sad and sad, Mrs. Yan quietly went out of the city overnight and went straight to the border pass of the North Desert, leaving only eight words in the book: life to see people, death to see corpses.

Mrs. Yan is the daughter of a military general's family, although she has not learned kung fu, she has the courage and strength inherited from a military general's family in her bones, gritting her teeth and temporarily entrusting her children to Mrs. Yan to take care of, and embarked on the road of collecting her husband's body for thousands of miles with grief.

When she arrived in Saibei, Mrs. Yan was dumbfounded: Isn't the sao bag thing that personally led people to inspect the tower of the city who is my old man? !

Later, I learned that there was an error in the battle report, and the corrected war report was almost in Beijing when Mrs. Yan left Beijing, and there was a time difference between the two.

Since her husband is fine, Mrs. Yan will return to Beijing immediately, and there are still two children at home, not to mention that it is difficult for a woman to do, and she will take care of her husband and children. Before the people left the city, the emperor's decree arrived: all soldiers stationed in the customs must not leave without the emperor's edict. The family members who were brought with them should also be left behind, so as not to be mixed with the enemy's internal traitors, and when they are allowed to come back, they must first go through a "clean investigation" before they can enter Beijing.

This excuse can only deceive the ghost, the fact is that at that time, the competition for the position of the crown prince in the DPRK was fierce, and there will always be pond fish under the game of multiple forces, and the thoughts of politicians are not easy to guess, and every order is issued with its own intentions.

With the second Mrs. Yan stationed in the border for more than eight years, there is a home can not be returned, there is a son can not be found, every day through the tears in the eyes, can only be sent back a note in three days, a letter in five days, relying on this to contact his children on the other side of the world.

The letters exchanged between the border and Kyoto, the envelopes must be opened, and the seals must be checked, so the comrades of the inspection organs all know how many days on average Mrs. Yan quarrel with the second master of Yan, what kind of dream words the second master Yan said, the second master of Yan wore two different shoes one day and went out, the second master Yan glanced at the girl on the street more, the second master of Yan put a nine-turn serial spiral fart, the second master of Yan always likes to smell after taking off his socks and other family secrets, and, Yan Qi no longer eats snot when he is a few years old, and the young master of Yan Jiu failed to challenge the wet four mattresses, Yan Qi and walnuts crashed and flew their front teeth, Young Master Yan Jiu's mouth cannon mode was wide open, and the sarcasm and thorns made Widow Zhang make a suicide attempt to hang herself, and eloped with Uncle Wang next door with the dowry overnight, unfortunately both fell into the small river ditch, one crooked mouth, the other broke the leg, and, Young Master Yan Jiu said that Yan Qi secretly admired a certain grandson of the Qing family in Dali Temple, and drooled as soon as he saw someone, Yan Qi said that a certain grandson was made up by Yan Xiaojiu's brain, just because she looked too much like glutinous rice balls, and she drooled, not coveted, because the front teeth that were collapsed have not yet grown, Young Master Yan Jiu said that Yan Qi really gets uglier and uglier the longer she is, and she is lazy to make smelly feet and teeth, Huang Niang, is she not you and her father pulled out of the garbage heap back then, Yan Qi said, your Yan Xiaojiu has a poisonous tongue, a black heart, a cheeky smile, a knife in the smile, killing people without seeing blood, and going to the academy to study in the New Year, scourge the new generation, Ma Ma, should I pack up and go to the frontier to hide from the limelight?

Mrs. Yan Er can't understand it, anyway, she was coaxed by the children to face a desert wind and sand silly music in the frontier every day, and the comrades of the inspection organ couldn't understand it, anyway, she looked forward to the Yan family's mother and son's funny family letter online serialized and updated from time to time, and both sides reported good news and not bad news, so the children didn't know that their mother had almost died in Saibei due to water and soil adaptation, and Yan Er's husband and wife had no way of understanding how the Yan Qi sisters and brothers were restricted everywhere because they didn't have the support of their parents around them, and they suffered losses everywhere and were ignored and treated lightly everywhere.

Fortunately, the Yan family attaches great importance to their grandchildren, Young Master Yan Jiu has been personally taken by Old Master Yan to read and write since he was a child, and others seem to have been raised to behave decently and decently, but others do not know that Yan Qi is such a foreign product hidden in the second room, and the sisters and brothers have grown up together all the way, and the growth direction of Young Master Yan Jiu is a little weird.

Yan Qi is not treated as well as Young Master Yan Jiu in front of the elders, granddaughters are not valued better than grandsons, not to mention that the Yan family is not short of granddaughters, although Mrs. Yan believes in Buddhism, her temperament is not soft, after the eldest daughter-in-law enters the door, the old lady still holds the middle feed and refuses to let go, and is busy fighting wits and courage with Mrs. Yan every day, how can there be kung fu to care how Yan Qi grows and sprouts, throws it into the second room casually, and arranges for the maid to take care of it.

Thanks to the blessing of Mrs. Yan's casual arrangement, the second room without the master was out of management, and the maid was lazy and slippery, and a dereliction of duty caused the original owner Miss Seven to lose her life at the age of three, otherwise Yan Qi 2.0 would not be able to graft so smoothly.

Mr. Gu Long's Yan Qi is said to have died seven times, and the comrade of the new version of Miss Yan Jiaqi, referred to as Yan Qi, feels that he still doesn't want to challenge this record, and it is better to live peacefully than anything. Secretly frustrated to learn the appearance of the ancients from three years old to twelve years old, but it has not caused any discomfort, can eat, sleep, and pretend to be tender, and gradually familiarize himself with the life of the second generation of official and rich Zhumen, who smells of wine and meat.

After the spoilers were finished, Young Master Yan Jiu got up and went out with his clothes brushed off, hiding his merits and fame. The girl boiled the rain and nested on the stool, holding Yan Qi's hand stove in her arms and sleeping soundly, so that Wu Yue, the sixteenth girl of the martial arts family who was known for her bright voice, couldn't wake her up when she entered the door.

"Let's go, play some games!" Wu Yue took Yan Qi and walked out, "Six is missing three, hurry up!"

…… I've only heard of three missing one, and what the hell is six missing three.

"Wu 14 and their poetry club was originally scheduled to start today, but some people couldn't come temporarily, and people couldn't start the club, so they had to do some pastime to pass the time, in the Wangfeng Lu on the mountain behind Lianhua Temple. Wu Yue pulled Yan Qi to the back mountain, there are many believers in the circle of officials in Beijing, and most of the days of incense and worship Buddha can be met, and some good friends will make an appointment to go up the mountain together, and even rent an adjacent guest house to spend the night in the temple, in Yan Qi's words, this Lianhua Temple is actually a resort, and it is common for a few friends to engage in club activities in the resort.

Wu 14 is one of Wu Yue's sisters, the Wu family has a large population, and there are forty-six children in her generation alone, and Wu Yue's classmates still can't recognize who is with whom the younger siblings after the twenty-three are arranged. Fortunately, the third generation of the Yan family only has a total of ten babies, and only one of the young masters of Yan Jiu crawled out of the belly of Yan Qi.

The Yan family and the martial arts are all VIP customers of Lianhua Temple, over the years, all kinds of scenery are very familiar, parents do not restrict the children to run around, only eleven or twelve years old children can sit in such a boring place?

Yan Qi still went to the courtyard next door to say hello to Mama Zhuang, Mama Zhuang was busy instructing the girls and mothers-in-law to place the daily necessities to stay in the temple for the past two days, and casually responded to the second room seven young lady who had no sense of zài in her daily life, and turned her head and forgot what Yan Qigang said to her.

Wu Yue pulled Yan Qixing and rushed to the back mountain, and when he passed by the westernmost guest house, he went in to fish out the sixth girl of the Lu family, Lu Lotus, and the servants went to Wangfeng Lu.

Wangfeng Lu is covered on the edge of the cliff, the thatched roof of the earthen wall, the outside looks simple, in fact, the inside is white, the pink wall is blue brick floor, and the earth dragon is still warmly burning, the wooden window frame is embedded with glass, in spring and summer, sit in the house and look out of the window, the eyes are full of mountains and mountains, the scenery is gloomy.

Wangfeng Lu has a total of two partial three rooms, a main hall, a side room, a clean room, the main hall is a large pine round table, at this moment there are five or six fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls sitting at the table, drinking tea and chatting are lively. On the table, there are tea cups, pastries, sticks, cloisonné enamel small incense burners, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things, and a dozen or so girls dressed as subordinates stand beside them with bated breath and silence.

"Here," a girl in a blue dress sitting south by the table smiled and stroked her palms when she saw the three of them enter the room, "I know that Lawu Sixteen is right to come and make up the numbers, these children have always played in one place, and if you find one, you can bring the other two." ”

Wu Yue, Lu Lotus, Yan Qi, the name of the rivers and lakes "Five (Wu) Six (Lu) Seven Girls Combination", grew up together with (huo) urine mud since childhood.

Wu Sixteen is Wu Yue's ranking in the family, and the one who speaks is her sister Wu Fourteen.

However, leisure and entertainment are sometimes like fashion hairstyles, and a new way of playing will quietly arise every once in a while, and a compulsory lesson for the rich second generation who are not worried about their livelihood is to learn to please themselves in the long boring days.

Enough nine people to play the game "Dragon Nine Sons", which sounds like the name of a large-scale RPG online game, but in fact it is just a combination of traditional pastimes in different ways.

The dragon has nine sons, and the various versions of the legend are different, and the game uses this version: Prison Ox, Worm, Mocking Wind, Pu Prison, Gluttony, Fox, Dumpling, Pepper Diagram, and Negative Dump. Each child represents a pastime, such as the prison cow, which is said to be a lover of music, often squatting on the headstock to enjoy the music of plucked strings, so it represents a musical instrument in the game. Another example is gluttony, the legend is very greedy, in the game it represents eating, and the beetle likes water, on behalf of drinking, Pu Lao has a good voice, on behalf of singing, negative good writing, on behalf of poetry.

Make the nine sons of the dragon into a lot, the players draw them separately, which dragon is drawn, which one is interesting, the one who draws the prisoner cow wants to play the piano or the flute, the one who draws the prison wants to sing the music, the one who draws the gluttonous snack eats, the one who draws the worm to drink bitter tea, and the one who draws the negative one wants to do poetry - truly achieve the integration of eating, drinking and playing, and everyone does not fall behind.

Yan Qi, who was standing in front of the window and was drawing the old man Ding with his fingers on the glass covered with water vapor, couldn't help but silently gesture with a thumbs up when he heard the introduction of the game: You ancients are really good at playing.