Fu'an was not called Fu'an at that time, but Fujiro. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His family lives in Xuanyangfang, Chang'an, across the street is the house of Princess Enguo, turn right out of the house is the north gate of Xuanyangfang, continue to turn right and go straight out of the door, it is the East Market.

This native of Chang'an, a young man, lost his father when he was young, and his fate was not good.

But fortunately, the eldest brother is capable, and the sister-in-law is also pungent - although he is much gentler than his wife, and thanks to him, a well-known spicy old lady, their brothers were able to grow up safely.

The ancestors of the family have not had a big or small official, leaving a small courtyard, living in the back, and the store in front, so the family is okay.

If he hadn't had such a big opportunity when he went down to the river to fish when he was ten years old, he might have become a small trader in Xuanyangfang in his life.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

He received the inheritance of the Fu Jin Xian.

But he is young, and he doesn't dare to mess around with people about this kind of thing.

Even if Xuanyangfang dignitaries and nobles gathered, he could meet the second ancestor when he went out, and the group of second ancestors beat horses and whipped all day long, and the immortal and that god did not leave the mouth, he also couldn't help but want to show off, and decided to cultivate some immortal methods to talk again.

After all, if you don't have the ability, no matter what good things are, you have to be robbed by the strong man with the tiger's back.

No way, when his mother was pregnant with him, his father was gone, he may have been affected, he has been weak and sick since birth, and nine out of ten people are stronger than him, so he will inevitably become the target of bullying by his friends.

But he secretly held his breath until he was seventeen, and he hadn't made any achievements.

The inheritance of Fu Jin Xian was not aimed at "fighting invincible opponents all over the world", so even in the dark, he felt that he had worked hard for so many years, and he should have achieved some achievements, but he still couldn't release any spells, and could only condense a little faint golden light in his hands.

As he grew older, he had already dispelled his heart.

There are so many temples and Taoist temples in Chang'an City, he is afraid that he will be tied up and burned as a demon.

A seventeen-year-old young man from someone else's family has long had a hot kang head with his wife and children, and his career is in full swing, but what about him? Every day with a coarse linen flag, walking the streets and alleys to solve problems, the key is to take nothing!

A few years ago, there was still a wife who doted on him, even if his brother and sister-in-law complained deeply, and he didn't want to support him, who ate white rice, he had to raise him, but now, his mother threw him down and let go, and his brother and sister-in-law immediately swept him out.

Later, the neighbors couldn't look at it, so his brother and sister-in-law gave him the pony shed in the backyard to live in—because the family had not raised horses for decades, and it was empty.

But he still didn't fight, the old lady went, and she didn't change her life, she was addicted to the magic stick every day and couldn't extricate herself, and the old ladies in the neighborhood persuaded her a lot, so she no longer cared about him, a "oil and salt don't enter" bastard, and let him go freely.

In the evening of this day, seeing that the drum was about to knock on the fifth wave, and the door was about to close, Fukujiro didn't want to be arrested again at night.

I saw him dragging a slippery stick, carrying the burlap in his arms, carrying a loess flying, and running home.

With a nosebleed on his nose and a face covered with loess mixed with sweat, Fukujiro ran out of breath and finally got in before the pawn fell into the key.

"Hey~ these two blind raffles!"

These neighbors all watched him grow up, and they sighed as he ran through the alleys and alleys to his home.

Although he looks a little weaker, Fujia Erlang is still a good boy with fair skin and good facial features, especially when he is older in the past two years, he occasionally looks a little personable.

But he can't be motivated! It's heartbreaking!

Let him go!

Fukujiro only felt a lot of pain all over his body, and while glad that he had put away the signboard in his arms in time, he prayed that the eldest brother would be kind today and threw him half a cooking cake through the crack in the door.

Seeing that when he turned a corner, it was the back door of his house, but he didn't expect that there would be a door god here today.

It was a girl in red, without a hat, and she stood there like that.

Fukujiro was stunned, and he didn't even pay attention to the pedestrians around him and didn't even look there.

Slender waist, fat hips, crisp chest, high chest, a pair of ruthless eyes, a cage of cold eyebrows, beautiful appearance, cold temperament, and vulgar dresses in addition to the taste of the fairy......

I saw her standing in the corner of the wall, her eyes were cold, looking at the back wall of the tall official's house next door, as if she wanted to see through that wall.

She seemed to hear his movement, twisted her eyebrows and turned her head to look at him, and then turned her head to continue to look at the wall of the Gao family's courtyard, as if she was planning something.

In the blink of an eye, she seemed to notice him staring at her, and looked at him again with some surprise.

How did Fukujiro know what stealth techniques were at that time? He still thinks his chance is fake! How do you know that there are really immortal cultivators in this world?

The merit he cultivated, cultivated a pair of transparent eyes, and the art of hiding and hiding did not work for him at all.

So seeing such a stunningly beautiful little lady, Fukujiro looked at the back alley shrouded in twilight, and said blankly to persuade people:

"This little lady, it's getting late, you ...... Come home! ”