Zhu Yifei and Ziyang and the little monk lived in Xie Mansion for more than half a month, it was late autumn, and this year was a bumper harvest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The guys who had been fighting all day long were smiling, as if no one knew that he had made a lot of money.

However, Mr. Xie is kind-hearted, especially for those hired peasant tenants, the salary is not bad, and he also gave a lot of rewards, and for a time he became famous in the gentry circle of Wuh County, and he was in the limelight.

In contrast, Wang Yuanwai is much more miserable, his family's harvest this year is not very good, but the benefits of several shops along the street are good, in general, it is okay not to make money or lose money, but because of the two family affairs, this box is really holding his breath on the chrysanthemum face of the old man Xie, and he did not even attend the annual meeting of the hundred merchants in the Double Ninth Festival.

The so-called annual meeting of 100 merchants is a kind of cross-border exchange meeting held by all the local tyrants and squires and local well-known merchants during the Double Ninth Festival every year, which is nothing more than that the rich people are together to compare their family background, compare their achievements, drink and brag, in the early years, Mr. Xie is the leading tycoon in Wu H County, and now he has suppressed the name of many other county tycoons, and he has a lot of daily entertainment, but he has temporarily forgotten Xie Yichen's marriage.

Mrs. Xie was afraid that Xie Yichen would run away from home again, so she didn't dare to chase after her like before, but she began to date some noble ladies and official wives every day, but most of them knew her abacus, and rarely avoided taking their daughters.

But most of them are money-loving, after all, the sons of the richest man, most of them are willing to marry, maybe they will change after getting married? Besides, it is much better to love cultivating immortals than to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and Xie Yichen is handsome and magnificent, and many women's lover fantasy bodies are nothing more than that.

Xie Yichen's attitude, which was far from before, made Xie Yichen breathe a sigh of relief, and began to pester Zhu Yifei or Ziyang every day, especially when he was pointing out swordsmanship, it was instantaneous, and he wished that the person who was half-held in Ziyang's arms was him.

"Yifei, the swordsmanship you practice like this can't achieve the real effect, you have to figure it out with your mind and sword qi, your true qi and sword body are inherited, you must not be too hasty, use too much force" Ziyang pointed at her wrist.

The smooth forehead was overflowing with fine sweat, this trick had been practiced more than a hundred and ten times, but every time he always made the same mistake, Ziyang repeated the same number of times this time, and even Zhu Yifei began to feel that he was not really qualified, and he always failed to meet the point he said.

Sitting under the eaves of the porch, Xie Yichen's paper fan dance whirred, and the little monk didn't understand what fashion it was to play a fan in this late autumn season, so he asked: "The demon girl is hot because she is stupid, is it possible that you are also stupid?" ”

Xie Yichen glanced at him, and said helplessly: "I said bald little master, can you hurt people and don't implicate me?"

"Then what are you doing with the fan on a cold day," the little monk stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth and asked vaguely.

Xie Yichen looked at Zhu Yifei, who was once again corrected by Ziyang in front of the eight-character shadow wall, and said helplessly: "You say, senior sister is so stupid, how can master be so tireless?" ”

"Oh, you said Brother Ziyang, he likes demon girls" The little monk stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth again, and the milky white slag fell on the gray monk's robe, winning Xie Yichen's contempt for a while.

"You say you like it? What do you mean, isn't it that I don't look as good as my senior sister, and I don't like my master, so he doesn't accept me? Xie Yichen frowned.

The little monk's mouth was stuffed with something, and he couldn't speak, so he could only look at him with contempt.

Xie Yichen, who received such a signal, was depressed, could it be that he wanted to change his face? But I can't find a face like her senior sister.

Zhu Yifei panted and held the sword, her sore wrists trembled slightly, Ziyang sighed: "Don't practice today, practice the mental method in the afternoon, maybe your comprehension of the mental method is not thorough enough."

"Master, am I stupid," she turned her head without tears, and looked up at the handsome face that was close at hand, only to see that there were fine beads of sweat on his face, and the Adam's apple rolling up and down was especially obvious, so she blamed herself more and more.

"Maybe it's because I'm here, you don't know if you're a little nervous," Ziyang smiled softly, raised her hand and pulled the broken hair scattered between her temples behind her ears, a pair of phoenix eyes slightly elongated, and seemed to be in an extremely happy mood.

"Yes, I used to be very afraid of teachers when I took the college entrance examination, maybe it's really because of you" Zhu Yifei grinned, looking at a small flying insect on Ziyang's chin, and gently picked it open with his fingertips.

Ziyang held her hand and looked down at those clear and bright eyes, like a warm sweet spring, slowly flowing into the deepest part of his heart, and his mind also woke up a little from the trance.

Being stared at tightly by the burning eyes, Zhu Yifei's cheeks were hot, and his already very sore arm was suddenly unconscious, and the blue water double dragon sword fell off from the palm of his hand, automatically turned into a blue hairpin, and flew into the sideburns.

Xie Yichen looked at the two people in the courtyard with strange expressions, and asked the little monk a little inexplicably: "What kind of exercises is the master teaching, it is so mysterious that you can't see the form of the spell transformation."

"This is a university question, you can't learn it," the little monk poured a sip of tea, and said with a small mouth full of osmanthus fragrance.

"Why?" Xie Yichen asked suspiciously.

"Because you didn't get married."

"Getting married?"

"Almost, this set of exercises can only be learned by those who have become relatives," the little monk said.

"I see, hey, no, the master is not married," Xie Yichen said suddenly.

"Brother Ziyang is a Taoist priest, how to get married"

"Then you're lying to me"

"Monks don't speak"

"Hmph, if you don't explain it, I'll ask them" Xie Yichen jumped out from under the porch, but was grabbed by the little monk and said: "You sit down, I'll tell you"

Xie Yichen saw that the two people who were almost selfless looking at each other, and he was embarrassed to disturb, so he sat patiently on the stone bench and said, "Let's talk about it."

"Although some people have not been married physically, they have become relatives, and some people, who are not physically married, will not understand how to marry Yuanshen for the rest of their lives"

"Are you saying that my master's primordial spirit has already married? So who is my wife? ”

"Your sister is currently your sister, but she will be gone in the future."

"Wait, my senior mother is my senior sister, what do you mean, you mean that their primordial gods have already married?" Xie Yichen asked.

"Well, so if you want to practice kung fu well, you must get married, only when you become a family and have a child, can you officially start the fate of cultivating immortals" The little monk narrowed his eyes, looking like he was scheming.

Xie Yichen suddenly found that this little monk who was not big always had a deep meaning when he spoke, and his remarks seemed to warn him about something, so he asked: "Daoist Ziyang always said that I don't have the fate to cultivate immortals, could it be because I haven't married yet?" ”

"Well, understand, before cultivating immortals, we must first test whether their qualifications are outstanding, whether their hearts are firm, the road to cultivating immortals is rugged and difficult, and it is a disaster for three or three, and the calamities continue for a long time.

There are more demons and monsters who are confused, and the slightest mistake will cause irreparable mistakes, and besides, your own fate is not over, and you have borrowed the Xie family's womb to be reincarnated, so you have to leave a queen for the Xie family" The little monk said earnestly.

"That is to say, as long as I become a parent and have another child, then I can completely end the fate of the dust and step into the road of cultivating immortals, and the master will be able to accept me?" Xie Yichen suddenly realized.

"Almost" the little monk said, and shouted at Ziyang and Zhu Yifei: "Demon girl, it's time for lunch, have you seen enough?"

Zhu Yifei came back to her senses from her beauty, withdrew her hand with a red face, covered her face and ran away, but the little monk walked up to Ziyang and said, "What's the matter, did you find that the more cooked the elbow is, the better it tastes?" ”

Ziyang didn't reply. Just staring at the warm palm and losing his mind slightly.

In the evening, Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie both returned, Mr. Xie was full of alcohol, and after entering the door, he saw Xie Yichen playing chess with Ziyang, scratching his ears and cheeks, and said with a smile: "Chen'er, let's go, don't play chess, Pi County Ling is not the opponent of Ziyang Daoist, just your two brushes"

"Oh, what's wrong, Dad, I finally breathed a sigh of relief," Xie Yichen said dissatisfied.

It turned out to be from the last time, Pi County Ling began to have more contacts with Ziyang, and he had been friends with Master Xie for more than 20 years.

Elegant things, Master Xie is not good at it, but Pi County's chess skills are very exquisite, but since he met Ziyang, he no longer dares to boast of being a master, but he mixes with the two old men every day, and Ziyang is becoming more and more old-fashioned.

In order to please Ziyang, Xie Yichen started from all kinds of side doors, just started to send clothes, shoes and handkerchiefs, and then made tea and water, served the morning gargle, and then heard that the chess was exquisite, so he began to pestering and teaching chess every day, but unfortunately he never lost in more than three minutes, and the little monk and Zhu Yifei also gave him a nickname: three points to lose

So Xie Yichen became more and more depressed, this time he finally fought his way out of the siege, and was racking his brains to think about how to fight back, but he was picked up from the kang by Old Man Xie, and he was really dissatisfied.

"Wang Yuanwai refused our family's family affairs, but Li Yuanwai agreed to marry his youngest daughter," Old Man Xie said excitedly.

"Li Yuanwai? The drug dealer who gave birth to seven sons? Xie Yichen asked.

"Go, go, you rebel, that's your future father-in-law, how can you speak" Old Man Xie slapped him on the head and smiled.

"If I'm not mistaken, his youngest daughter is only twelve years old this year," Xie Yichen was momentarily stunned.

"Ah, what's the matter, marry and raise it for a few more years, so that you can cultivate and cultivate your feelings," Old Man Xie said with a smile.

"Dad, my son suddenly thinks that the young lady of Wang Yuanwai's family is very good" Xie Yichen thought of the little monk's words, and felt that it was not a way to go on like this.

"Wang Yuanwai is not good, it's still Li Yuanwai"

"It's better to be outside the king's house, Dad, it's decided, get ready for the dowry, Ming'er, I will personally come to the door to apologize, and then ask for the second kiss" Xie Yichen broke free from the clutches of Old Man Xie, and rushed out of the door of the main hall with a smoke, shouting loudly as he ran.