Second Uncle Shen was injured by the true qi of that day and was in a coma all day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Thinking about it, the old monk also had some pity for the jade, and the cold frost that was as beautiful as a flower was unscathed, but the rough man Shen Er did not have such good luck. But why didn't the old monk let me go of Shen Donglian's mare? She chose the most charming westerly thin horse! Shen Dongli jumped to her feet.

If the horse is lost, will it still be on the road? But Shen Dongli and her loyal servant Lengshuang didn't have any gold or silver on them, who would have thought that a huge Jiangnan town would not accept spirit stones? "Lu Xiaoqin's Immortal Story" is clearly written, mortals are like crazy demons for spirit stones, and a low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for gold ten thousand taels!

But the truth is so cruel. For mortals, if they can't sense the aura of heaven and earth, then the aura of heaven and earth does not exist for them. Ordinary mortals could neither purchase heavenly and earthly treasures through spirit stones, nor could they absorb spiritual energy from spirit stones for cultivation. A mortal with ten thousand taels of gold would not be able to afford a mere low-grade spirit stone, and the ordinary people would not even have a hard time living, so what was the point of changing the spirit stone?

"Fortunately, Steward Shen has always liked little girls to wear gold and silver, and any piece of jewelry on your master and I can be worth thousands of gold. Shen Dongli is very nostalgic for the unsmiling Steward Shen at this moment, every time there is a good fabric under the mountain, Steward Shen always has to suppress the ecstasy in his eyes and buy clothes for Dongli. That's right, the hand-cut kind.

Shen Dongli took a Dongzhu from his ear and placed it on the counter of the pawnshop. He also took a black mule from the West Market. Thinking of the situation when he met this mule, Shen Dongli couldn't help but be amazed. This mule is not an ordinary mule, it is a good mule, the eyes are wet, the long eyelashes are black and bright, and when you meet Shen Dongliang, you will even kneel.

Kneeling is not unusual, everyone has one. The strange thing is that it actually has the blood of a divine beast, and the probability of encountering a divine beast in the mortal inferior horse market is about the same as opening the female partner once waking up and drinking water and choking to death.

So, the alert Shen Dongli decided to buy another pair of board cars and a quilt to carry the unconscious Shen Er. Cold Frost probed Shen Er's heart, and the injury was not to death, and there was no need for pills. Whether it is the pills on the market, or the pills made by the Shen family, they all have more or less erysipelas and cannot be taken lightly.

Out of Pingjiang City, the next stop is Yincheng, I heard that there are many warlocks in the city, and everyone believes in numerology. In the city where numerology is believed, medicine is particularly developed, and Shen Dongli wants to prepare some herbs in the city in case of emergency.

Dozens of miles away from the outskirts of Yin City, light snow began to fall in the sky. Finally, it snowed, Shen Dongli turned over and got off the mule, sat on the board cart and lit a fire, and burned a hot pot, Shen Er was really in a coma! Shen Dongli poured out some wine and drank with the cold frost.

"How do you feel about Cold Frost these days?" asked Shen Dongxuan, slicing the slices of meat.

The loyal servant has been cold and frosty for many years, and at this moment he is just picking some spiritual plants to eat, compared to meat, spiritual plants contain less waste residue, which is more conducive to cultivation. "Cold Frost doesn't feel anything. ”

Rao is Shen Dongli couldn't help but sigh, why are the gods around the female partner always like think tanks, everything in this world, rare treasures, there is nothing they don't know.

"Master, I have a lot of feelings. Shen Dongli stretched out his long chopsticks and pointed at the country, "Look at the people around you, there are very few people like you who build a foundation at forty and achieve perfection at fifty." What's more, he has been cultivating since he was in his mother's womb. The future is limitless. ”

"However, even such a genius is inevitably a fly and a dog, forming a gang. ”

"Do you know how high the day is, how deep the sea is?"

Cold Frost was stunned: "Cold Frost doesn't know, what is the sea?"

Shen Dongli knew why the summer insect couldn't speak ice. "The sea is a particularly wide and deep river, boundless, and vast. We are just small fish fry in shallow water, and the old monk I saw that day was already a giant whale in the deep sea, and the sea was unfathomable, and there were countless more powerful than the old monk. ”

"Why did the young lady say that?"

Shen Dongli was silent: "I just found that rookies pecked each other so ridiculously." ”

After speaking, neither of them spoke again. It was getting late, and Shen Dongli found an open place on high ground to set up a tent, and her lovely loyal servants did not understand the charm of life at all. Shen Dongli first spread a layer of waterproof array cloth on the ground, and then fixed the corners of the four places with ironwood, and then covered it with thick bear skin felt. She is really too attached to everything in secular life, and the days of becoming an immortal are very boring. The newly bought black mule was not neglected, and one mule had the entire tent to himself. The three of them and a mule gathered into a small hill in the vast sea of snow.

The night gradually fell asleep.

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Recently, the weather in Jiuyou has been unpredictable, and even the most unmixed stargazers in Yincheng can't figure it out. Tomorrow, it's either raining or not. After all, life is like a poem. How do mortals know what poetry is? Poetry is like rain, like wind, and like fog. It seems that the sun was shining a few days ago, and the snow has been falling in the past few days.

Standing on the wall of Yincheng and looking down, it is the back of the head of the crowd coming and going, mixed with vegetables, soil, and the smell of excrement, the shouting and quarreling, and the sound of ****.

Also, a dog face, a dog face raised forty-five degrees towards the sky.

"Let me tell you, little beggar, grandpa was the number one famous family in the secluded capital back then, don't believe it, you touch grandpa and the back of my neck, you touch it. ”

"Hey, Grandpa, I'm different from other dogs!"

……

"Oh my God, it's so comfortable, don't stop!"

"Don't stop!"

"You little beggar, you are not a big man, but you have a lot of strength. The little earth dog stretched out his hind legs and scratched his neck, smashing his mouth with unfinished thoughts. "Your grandfather, I like it. ”

The little beggar put away his thin little arm and grinned, and this smile appeared on such a dirty little face, which made the little earth dog look a little dazed. He thought of the time when he galloped and sprinted in the sorghum field with the little in the next village, yes, he was still the majestic Wanling Mei clan at that time.

Wanling plum, Wanling incense, Wanling soil dog first-class good.

Chen Gouteng held his cheeks with one hand, and helped the skinny puppy in front of him press his muscles and bones with the other. The day before yesterday, it was snowing heavily in Yincheng, and it was freezing cold, so he curled up outside Qujiang Tower, hoping that he could wait for a little scraps to be cold. Suddenly, the inside of Qujiang Building seemed to explode, he stood on tiptoe and saw the sword and sword shadow in the restaurant, flesh and blood flying wildly, from time to time someone hit the papier-mâché window, rolling on the white street several times before stopping, dragging a long red mark behind him, like plum blossoms.

In the chaos, a dog walking upright, a dog that could walk upright with a flask to be exact, staggered out against the wall.

Thirteen-year-old Chen Gouteng has never seen such a handsome scene.

The small restaurant that is most prone to murder is very calmly committing murder cases, the fight scenes are in full swing, and the two sides are fighting as if they want to use the monstrous hatred in this sword and sword. At this time, a local dog, a local dog with a pinch of black fur on its nose, holding a wine jug, pulling a little beggar in rags, ran down the spacious street.

Before the age of thirteen, Chen Gouteng's life was like an ant crawling on the ground, and after the age of thirteen, he became a rat scurrying in the sewers.

However, none of this matters, after all, Chen Gouteng only showed his face in the original book. In the fourteenth year of Youyuan, a small traffic accident occurred in Yincheng, which caused a total of two deaths, one of whom was the son of the owner of the pawnshop in Fuxiangzhuang, and the other was not recorded in the county annals.

In other words, if the thirteen-year-old Chen Gouteng hadn't encountered a dirt dog with a pinch of black fur on his nose that day, he would have died under the hooves of the blue-eyed beast a few days later.

In this regard, Chen Gouteng does have the demeanor of a male protagonist, however, it is not. Even if he survived, it was only a small oversight of Heavenly Dao.

Will Heavenly Dao pay any price for his own petty negligence? Of course not, as far as Heavenly Dao is concerned, whatever a mortal is, he will do whatever he wants. Whatever a mortal wants, let him do as he wants.

What do mortals want? Trees want to sprout, glaciers want to melt, little earth dogs want to drink, little beggars want to eat meat.

Gambling on the self-esteem and pride of the Wanling clan, the little earth dog stood at the head of the city and began to howl silently, and this mysterious howl spread farther and farther, reaching the outskirts of Yincheng.

After a while, with the sound of horses' hooves, a black dot appeared in the distant night, as if rushing towards Yincheng.