Chen Jing didn't know how bullish he was now, but with a slight glance at the corner of his eye, he could see that he had already seen Jiang Shixuan hiding at the door of the toilet and peeping here. Although he didn't know what the idea was up, looking at the playfulness on his smiling face, Chen Jing knew that he must be thinking of some bad idea.

In fact, he also had the idea of beating Jiang Shixuan again in his heart.

One of the great benefits of the Wushuang Hall is that all new recruits have a chance to get help from the nursing home. Although I don't know why it is so good. But judging from the way these people are eager to help you right away, there must be some inexplicable reason in it.

The best thing to understand is that these people are monkey spirits. Since everyone is a resourceful person, it is best to understand that these people will make great achievements in the future, no matter what they are now. What's more, some people, like little fools, have already soared into the sky.

They give new members a favor now, and when they develop in the future, they can get even greater benefits.

Don't talk about others, let's talk about the third young master, the vice president of the Wushuang Palace, maybe Changjia Village doesn't want him to be big. After all, there is competition between the same forces, and no one wants the already broken Yi family to rise again, which is understandable.

But the forces outside Changjia Village don't have any scruples in this regard. Many people have already won over the third young master, and in their eyes, the third young master is a fast and fragrant glutton, with the talent of Wolong, and the wisdom of Xu You. It will not threaten the development of their family, and it is definitely worth it to be a military officer who advises them.

Zeng Shiye of the provincial city had such an idea, of course he would not target the third young master, he set his target on the new recruits of the Peerless Hall in their area. When he was young, he sold them favors, but he didn't ask for them for decades, and now he finally wants to contact two of them in order to get rid of Chen Jing's thorn in his eye.

There is an ice city in the northernmost part of China, with only two seasons a year, and most of the time, the mountains and rivers are covered with ice and snow. The ice city also has the most unique art in China, called ice sculpture.

There is an old courtyard in Ice City, which is very dilapidated, and the main hall of the courtyard is full of ice. This old courtyard is lonely all the year round, and no one has ever come in, except for an old man who is about the same age as Zeng Shi, holding an ice blade in his hand, and carving and painting on a large iceberg. He doesn't mix mountains, rivers, flowers and birds, doesn't mix beauty and heroes, fills the house with large and small ice cubes, and only carves one word - heart.

The old man's skills are not good, but he is very persistent, he has been adjusting for most of his life, he does not study, he completely relies on his own exploration, and he has adjusted this word out of a different taste.

But today, in addition to the old man, there was a person standing in the courtyard. I can't tell my age, I can't see my appearance, and judging from my figure, I should be a woman. He is not tall, about 1.7 meters, with black hair tied back at the back of his head, and this thin light veil on his face. Holding a long sword in his hand, the wooden scabbard is very gorgeous.

In this icy and snowy place, she wore this white gauze skirt, and stood there like a fairy in the snow, ice clear and jade.

She stood in the courtyard for a long time, from morning to evening, without eating, talking, or even moving. He stood like that until the old man carved the last piece of ice into words and took it to the courtyard.

Then the old man said, "How did I engrave this word?" ”

The woman turned around, and with this movement, she could see that she was a practitioner, not to mention the smooth movements, and there were no superfluous movements at all, as if even moving her fingers was like committing a taboo.

"It's not as good as it used to be seven points." The woman replied, her voice not pretty, but with a hint of coldness.

If anyone heard her say that, they would definitely be so frightened that they peed their pants on the spot. Who is the old man? The head of the Ice City's Rainy Alley, the nine veins of the Rainy Alley are all in his hands. Usually in front of him, there are few people who dare to speak, and when asked, they must be patted on the back, even if they feel very fake, they have to say it with a clear conscience.

But this woman actually said that the old man carved it not very well, and the old man was not annoyed, a pair of cloudy old eyes, stared at the ice sculpture for a while, sighed and said: "It's not good, my heart is upset, and I can't calm down with my hands." ”

The masked woman didn't speak, waiting for the old man to continue.

"You go to the provincial capital, the old man owed Zeng Shiye a favor back then, how many years have this black-hearted Zhuge not mentioned it, but today he found me for a kid. It seems that this kid is not simple, and he can make Zeng Shiye, an old fox, so jealous. ”

The woman in the white dress didn't speak, nodded slightly to the old man, turned around and left.

The old man looked at her back, smiled faintly, and said calmly: "The kid who can enter the Wushuang Hall is definitely not simple." Don't be careless. ”

The woman in the white dress paused slightly, then walked out, leaving a sentence and said: "The Wushuang Palace also invited me back then, but unfortunately I don't like it." ”

The old man shook his head lightly, said nothing, and continued to admire the ice sculpture that had just been moved out.

At the same time, on a beach in the south, an old man sat under a coconut tree, holding a fishing rod in his hand, but dozing off. However, whenever there was a slight movement in the fishing line, the old man turned back to notice that he did not lose his rod once, and no matter how big or small, there was always a fish on the hook.

This old man looked about the same age as Zeng Shiye, wearing ordinary gray clothes, with old arms and legs leaking outside. He fished, but he never took the fish back, and often put everything he caught back into the sea.

Someone asked: "Old man, why do you put it back in the sea when you fish, and take it to the house to make fish soup." ”

Every now and then, the old man would ask, "I'm home alone, I like to eat fish, but I don't like to eat fish alone." I want people to eat with me, but I can't find one of the people who are qualified to sit at the same table with me, so what's the point of bringing the fish home. ”

Of course, everyone thinks that the old man is nervous, but the person who knows that this is the chairman of the typhoon shelter will not think so. They will feel that what the old man said is very right and right.

Today, the old man also called a young man, and this time he could see his appearance, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, which was very in line with the characteristics of southern men. Even if the eyebrows are lowered and respectful, there is wisdom in the eyes.

He held a folding fan in his hand and gently fanned the old man. The old man asked, "The wind is hot, so you can fan it to cool down?" ”

The young man smiled and said, "It's because it's hot that I fan you, so that you feel that the places that haven't been fanned are cold." ”

The old man rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Boy, even if I die, the typhoon shelter will not be in your hands. ”

The young man smiled and said, "When you die, the typhoon shelter will not be what you always say." ”

Although both of them were laughing, the words they said would definitely make the person who was secretly protecting the old man frown, and what they said between them was a big thing, a big thing.

The old man was trembling with anger, but he didn't have a problem with this kid, and he didn't even need a reason to kill him. But when he really wanted to do it, the young man himself sent it to the door. Standing in front of him without moving or speaking, the old man was stunned and couldn't start.

Only the people in the typhoon shelter know about this, and since then, the young people have become more arrogant and domineering, the twelve branches of the typhoon shelter, countless masters, no one dares to underestimate this young man who can't do a little kung fu.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I asked you to come because there is something for you to do, you go to the provincial capital Zeng's house and find Zeng Shiye."

The young man immediately put away the paper fan, rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't say it earlier, I've been standing here for a long time, and I'm dying of heat." ”

The fishing rod in the old man's hand trembled, and he didn't care about the fish that was hooked for the first time, he gritted his teeth and looked at the young man's back, and finally sighed in annoyance. I'm not in the mood to fish anymore, so I put away my fishing rod and walk away with my hands behind my back.

The master of urban masterpieces