- Overseeing the training of the slaves and maids of Huayang Palace, he was busy all morning, and at noon, Huayang Palace was ready to pass lunch, and Ye Nuonuo stopped. じ!wWw.☆

originally thought that training people was just a matter of mouth, and it wouldn't be too hard and difficult, so Ye Nuonuo slightly modified the set she was bored with at the Kyoto Girls' School and used it to teach the slaves and maids in the palace. At first, she was still a little proud in her heart, but one day, she also tasted the joy of being a female teacher and trainer. However, after living in the palace for less than four days, she began to get bored.

Everyone has many different sides, and others can't see through them, so the work of dealing with people is always very draining. Another key point is that Yenono has never had experience in training.

In the early years of women's school, Ye Nuonuo was admonished by that group of female teachers, and later she dropped out of school and went home to study medicine with her father, and she dealt with dead things such as medical books, medicinal materials, bottles and cans. In the palace in the past few days, although she has pulled the two banners of the prince and princess with extremely powerful suppression and influence to give herself strength, Ye Nuonuo is a commoner, but she is not burdened by the cumbersome rules in the palace at all, and she has lived quite freely, but despite this, she suddenly missed the bottles and cans at home unconsciously.

Recalling the various experiences of training in the women's school in the past, and now training people in the palace, the noble daughter of the son-in-law in the women's school sometimes dares to talk back to the female teacher, and even more powerful, directly bring the displeasure home, and add oil and vinegar, and the next day a certain unlucky female teacher will have to roll up and leave. And in this palace, these trained men and women are real slaves and maids, and they dare not disobey the will of their masters in the slightest.

It is indeed the duty of a good slave to obey the command, but Yeno occasionally has a feeling of dealing with the living dead, also because she does not have much experience, or habit, in the case of subordination.

Of course, there are also maidservants in the Ye Mansion, but those subordinates, in addition to doing work such as writing doors, nursing homes, sweeping and laundry every day, also have their own lives. The Ye family often made appointments with the family members next door to go out for a drink. There are even more knick-knacks that the maidservants usually fiddle with. In front of the head of the house, obedience to the rules is the first priority, but in addition to this, they can also express their wishes. I have my own three or two friends.

Some of these slaves and maids in the palace are like pruned grass and trees, and the master doesn't need the parts of the slaves and maids to cut them off. The things that are tied up can be partially restored after being loosened, and if they are cut off sharply, it will be difficult to put them back together. Perhaps the palace, which is a general environment where slaves and maids can only enter but cannot leave, really needs such obedient slaves and maids to facilitate management. But Yeno was in the middle of it, but he couldn't ignore his unaccustomed feelings.

Seeing Ye Nuonuo holding his face in a daze at the tea cup in front of him, Wang Qing, the princess who was peeling oranges on the side, said with a smile: "Little Nuonuo, if you are tired, you can rest for half a day in the afternoon."

"Okay." Ye Nuono was not polite to the princess. Speak out directly. And it didn't take long for her to suddenly sigh again.

"Homesick?" Wang Qing broke the peeled orange in her hand in half, smiled and handed over half of it. It's about to be lunch, so don't have too many raw and cold fruits.

Ye Nuonuo temporarily calmed his mind, raised his hands to take the orange, and after thanking him, he said with some surprise: "Sister Qing." How can you tell at a glance what I'm thinking?"

"What's so hard about that?" Wang Qing said with a smile: "At your age, how many thoughts can you have?" The things that can make you think about them can be counted on two fingers. ”

"Oh......" Ye Nuonuo was sullen, eating oranges slowly, and thought to himself: How do you feel like the princess is calling me an idiot? I can't hide any worries.

Wang Qing hesitated for a moment, and then said, "If you want to go home." My sister can't help you with this matter, so I have to ask the prince. ”

As soon as she finished saying this, she heard the sound of clothes rubbing against her clothes at the door of the palace, and it was Wang Hong who came back.

……

On the way from western Sichuan to Beidi, Cen Chi and his entourage originally traveled in a horse-drawn carriage. Unexpectedly, he was robbed by rogues halfway. The target of the rogue looting was only property, and as soon as the other party came up, he directly slashed one of the wheels of the carriage with his sword, and then shaved off the roof of the car...... With the courage of one person, although he successfully killed the four rogues, he had no spare strength to protect the carriage, and finally Gao Qian snatched the two horses of the rogues in turn, and the three of them fled the scene on horseback.

It's just that in this way, after sleeping in the open for a few nights, it took Cen Chi more than two years to stabilize the toxins in his body, and there were signs of rebellion. In the past few days, his face has obviously been a little abnormal again, and he must try his best to reach the county seat with more comprehensive environmental facilities to make adjustments.

Fang Wu was only bent on seeking the Dao, but the Dao heart was weak, and he deliberately avoided the distracting thoughts that disturbed his state of mind.

But looking at this matter from Cen Chi's point of view, Fang Wu did not help anyone, and in fact, it still benefited him a lot. Although Fang Wu was unwilling to do anything to hurt Gao Qian, but in other aspects, he was able to help Cen Chi.

Cen Chi couldn't imagine that if Fang Wu also became the eyes and ears of the Prime Minister's Mansion, all his actions would really be hollowed out.

However, today, because of a familiar face, a certain thought that had been put aside for a while in Cen Chi's heart was brought up again. At the same time, he no longer wants to maintain this defensive but balanced relationship between him and the high potential.

Fang Wu didn't really want to break the little thought in Cen Chi's heart, and Cen Chi was still a little hesitant for a while, whether it was time to spread out the idea he had been thinking about for a long time.

The two sat quietly opposite each other for a long time, until suddenly a small wind swept into the tea shed, and the dry grass residue on the ground mixed with the sand ash and flew into the sky, and then poured down, Cen Chi looked at the wind and sand and squinted, Fang Wu subconsciously turned the tea cup on the table in front of him upside down.

Half a cup of tea overflowed half of the tabletop, and a pool of tea soup overflowed the edge of the table, dripping down.

Fang Wu's hand holding the tea cup was slightly sluggish, and Cen Chi's half-squinted eyes slowly opened completely.

"Old Dao, are you going to sigh to the sky again?"

"What do you want to say?"

Cen Chi and Fang Wu spoke almost at the same time, and asked each other a question. These are two questions with different motives, but they are almost expected from each other.

The two men looked at each other, and then fell silent together.

In the past, looking at the sand and dust that suddenly swept up in Siye, and the small tea shed that swept and pushed the flat ground and isolated, Fang Wu was indeed easy to gather his spirit in order to comprehend what he saw in front of him. In terms of the ideal idea of a cultivator like him, water is the lifeblood of Kundi, and wind is the breath of the sky. It is one step closer to the law of heaven and earth longevity.

But at this time, Fang Wu didn't feel anything as Cen Chi said.

He just moved a few thoughts in his mind like an ordinary person, and then said slowly: "You have made a decision?"

When he heard Cen Chi's words mention the word "life" just now. He could roughly guess what the content of that decision in Cen Chi's heart was.

This thought had long been in Cen Chi's heart, and Fang Wu had already realized it. At this time, Fang Wu was not sure whether Cen Chi had made up his mind, and if he didn't have a false thought, he would not give an explicit choice, including the choice to give up.

Cen didn't answer and asked, "Will you help me?" This was the question he wanted to say the most, and he was eager to know the answer.

Fang Wuyi didn't answer this question immediately, but just asked rhetorically: "Why don't you imagine that I might choose to help other people?"

In this strange and sparsely populated place surrounded by silver, gray and gravel, if there is anyone who will make Fang Wu want to help, this person is not Cen Chi. Then it could only be another of their companions, High Dive.

This should be extremely unfavorable to Cen Chi's plan, and if the situation really evolves into such a situation, it is also the last thing he wants to see.

However, for Fang Wu's rather dangerous rhetorical question, Cen Chi's face did not change and he did not think about anything. He immediately said in a slow tone: "Even if you don't help me, you will never fail your promise to another person."

Fang Wu suddenly laughed and said softly, "If I am still like before and no one will help, do you think you can have a chance of winning?"

Cen Chi responded to Fang Wu again with a rhetorical question: "You take visiting the Tao to seek immortals as your business, so do you believe in the will of heaven or in my words?"

If there is a third person sitting at the table at this time, he will definitely be confused by the conversation between these two people.

But at this time, the two people who were talking in this state were extremely sober in their mental thinking. Because the decisions and choices they make involve more than just a trivial matter in small talk.

"Sometimes your thoughts are crazy, so I believe in Providence more......" After a little contemplation, Fang Wu opened his mouth and asked rhetorically: "Listen to the meaning of your words, it seems that you have a way to make Providence in front of me for me to choose?"

Cen Chi raised his shoulders, and an incomprehensible expression appeared on his face. Finally, it was no longer a question to ask, and Xu Xu said: "Of course, you should know that one of the propositions of the Northern Fence School is not to play this set of falsehoods. However, because of your faith, there is one thing that is now in front of me. I'll have to ask you what you think, so I'll take it a long time. ”

Fang Wu didn't speak, but a look of novelty clearly flashed in his clear pupils.

Although he is a partial disciple who has been separated from the Beili School for several generations, he still has a much more careful understanding of this school with the significance of inheriting the ancestral school. The main disciples of the Beili School are extremely thin, and it is extremely difficult for the world to see it, and it is very surprising to make a Beili disciple change his adherence to the essential principles of the school, even if it is only once.

Next, he saw Cen Chi call the tea man, took three tea cups again, and made three hot teas. The three tea cups that had been used before were taken away, and the tea soup that had been spilled on the table was also wiped dry, and the qiē on the table seemed to be restored to its original position.

When the tea-making guy left, Cen Chi took out a white pill from the corner of his sleeve with great speed, and the end of his fingers was hard to grind, and the powder fell—it landed in the tea cup placed on the side of the table between the two tea cups of him and Fang Wu

Rao is Fang Wu had already made some mental preparations, knowing that the person sitting upright opposite might make some big noise, but when he saw the white powder falling into the tea cup of the high submersible, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

Fang Wuluo suppressed his voice and said, "You're actually going to start here?"

His words were more subtle, but in fact, he still couldn't bear to fulfill Cen Chi's wish so quickly. Although he is a cultivator, he cultivates the way of nature, the way of comprehension, and the ideal state in his heart is to be undisturbed by the world and to improve in harmony. If you have to make an exception once...... It's too sudden!

"What's strange?" Cen Chi had a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to pick up the tea that had been served, and shook it gently, so that all the powder that was slightly stained on the edge of the cup was absorbed and melted by the dark tea soup, "Maybe another team of rogues will come out and loot us, and no one will be nosy around." Although it is also human. But they are likely to choose to avoid it as quickly as possible. ”

The implication is that he poisoned a person in the current public environment, even if this person is still his companion in the form of shì. In the end, it won't attract much attention. In such a deserted place, the control of the government can almost be ignored, and if no chivalrous person happens to pass by, this kind of place is an unhindered place for killing people and goods.

Fortunately, the people here are generally poor, so everyone can get along without trouble. Unlike the three of them, when they just stepped into this windy and sandy land on the northern border a few days ago, it didn't take long for them to attract people's eyes and ears and then recruit bandits and loot.

Fang Wu sighed softly and said, "Since you have already done this thing, what choice do you have to talk to me about?"

"Actually, it's not ......" Cen Chi's tone was hesitant, and he was only halfway through his words. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure approaching, and he immediately cut off the conversation.

"What did the two gentlemen talk about?" The easy-going voice of the high dive came.

When Gao Qian returned to the table after feeding the horses, Cen Chi just took the first step to withdraw his hand, so Gao Qian didn't see the somewhat strange movement of the tea cup in his chair.

Because Fang Wu had already roughly determined the matter that Cen Chi was thinking about in his heart, he would see Gao Qian again at this time. The eyes were unconsciously a little strange.

Fang Wu was silent, Cen Chi took the initiative to get up, and Wen Yan greeted: "You also sit down and rest, you are busy all the way, and I can't help anything, so I just moved my two mouths and just asked the guy to add you new tea."

"There's Mr. Law." High Diving is seated as promised. smiled and said: "Escorting Mr. along the way, it is Gao's position, and he definitely doesn't dare to slack off."

Cen Chi didn't say anything more about gratitude. Along the way, Gao Qian has regarded himself as the following person, and after three years of traveling, Cen Chi also felt it more deeply. Sometimes being in a high position is a good skill. The key is that he wants to create obstacles to the high potential as much as possible, so gradually he also holds his own identity, even if this identity actually depends on how much face the real head of the high potential and the prime minister in Kyoto gives.

Cen Chi only raised his hand and made a "please use" gesture.

Gao Qian bowed his head slightly and picked up the teacup.

Fang Wu, who was sitting on the side, lowered his gaze slightly at this time.

However. Just when the edge of the teacup held by Gao Qian was about to approach his lips, there was suddenly another wind, which blew the ground like a knife, lifting a layer of fine sand towards the tea shed. Because the angle was too treacherous, the tea shed's finely woven roof with withered grass did not play a role in shielding, and fine sand spilled in from the side corners of the shed, splashing all over the table.

Cen Chi's table happened to encounter a wind outlet, and the two tea cups on the table were shoveled into half of the sand by the wind, although Gao Qian held the tea cup high in his hand, he was not spared some sand into it.

Gao Qian only hesitated for a moment, then put down the teacup and called the guy to come over to change the tea set.

Although he claims to be a subordinate person in front of Cen Chi, his real identity is a high-ranking general of the Xiangfu, and some habits and cultivation in life will not be wiped out lightly because of the change of environment. He could have succumbed to the simplicity of the tea house in the middle of nowhere, and the crudeness and wornness of the tea utensils, but he would not be patient to continue drinking tea mixed with sand, just as he could eat the black flour mixed with bran to satisfy his stomach, but if it was stained with mud, he would never pick it up again.

However, if the teacup was served in his hand, or the head of the nest was pinched by him, with his wrist as steady as stone and hard as iron, of course, these accidents would not have occurred.

Maybe it's providential......

The tea shack guy quickly got a new tea set, and carried a tall iron kettle full of hot tea.

The man saw that these three people were by no means locals, and after carefully looking at their temperament, it was not difficult to see that they had a kind of nobility in them. Although the tea maker couldn't figure out why these nobles came to this deserted place, he still had a flattering mentality, apologized several times for the wind and sand, and then left the table and went to other things.

Looking at Gao Qian's slow sipping with a crude tile cup, Cen Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the freshly brewed tea soup in front of him. He reached out and rubbed the edge of the teacup, and the grit of the coarse tile teacup came from his fingertips, and at the same time, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist who was sitting opposite him and originally lowered his head slightly, looked up at the sky, as if he had just been relieved of something, and said with a long breath: "What a strong wind!"

The three of them had been in the north for months. They have long been accustomed to the wind that swept into the tea shed and covered the table with fine sand just now. So in the face of Fang Wu's sigh, Cen Chi raised his gaze seemingly casually and looked over, but in his heart he only felt that he was talking nonsense.

If it weren't for Cen Chi, he wouldn't believe in demons and evil spirits at all. He might have thought just now that the gust of wind might have been the result of the Taoist priest sitting on the opposite side - the nonsense at this time showed the smug mood of the Taoist lion after his success.

However, although he didn't believe this, he still couldn't help but have doubts about another thing in his heart at this moment.

Could it be that this high dive really shouldn't be killed?

Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu sitting opposite him suspiciously, and without waiting for the other party to turn his gaze, he suddenly caught a trace of discoloration from that leisurely expression.

As the Daoist looked over, Cen Chi quickly understood the reason for the other party's surprise, and he himself raised his eyebrows, with a dismissive and indifferent attitude.

The tea shed was very simple, with only one adobe house. The shed was propped out next to the adobe wall, and the wind was exposed on three sides. Such a broken household structure is not without reason, in case of robbing by the robbers who pass by here to rest and quench their thirst, and easily smash the tea shed that does some small business, the owner of the tea shed will not lose too much cost of building the shanty.

In the right-hand corner of the tea shed. There is a knee-high clay jar, and the tea cup used by the guests is temporarily placed there, and it should be that it will accumulate to a certain amount before it will be taken to the shed and cleaned.

The three sandy tea cups on Cen Chi's table just now were naturally received there, and to Fang Wu's surprise, at this time, there was a ragged old man squatting next to the pottery jar, holding a broken gourd scoop in his hand and scooping it in the jar, scooping half a scoop of tea dregs. Pour it into your mouth without thinking.

Of course, Fang Wu hadn't forgotten the scene of Cen Chi going to the tea cup reserved for Gao Qian just now, although he didn't ask, and Cen Chi didn't explain it in detail, but he had already acquiesced in his heart just now that it was poison.

The poisoned remnants of tea were casually discarded in the clay jar by the tea shed guys, and now the unknown ragged old man was scooping up the remnants of tea in the jar. This...... If an innocent person is killed, it is likely to arouse the suspicion of the high potential later......

On the way to escort the companions, Gao Qian did his duty, and at the same time, it was not difficult to see that this senior guard of the Prime Minister's Mansion only cared for Cen Chi. Don't mix with any other personal feelings.

The heart of preparedness and surveillance, of course, is always there.

Fang Wu didn't know what the bottom line of the Prime Minister's Mansion was for high diving. Is it possible that if there is a difference in Cha Cen Chi, he can be killed directly?

Although in the eyes of outsiders, Fang Wu also belonged to one of the idlers of the Xiangfu, he actually didn't like that place at all, and in recent years, he gradually became disgusted. Because only what he knows, Prime Minister Shi Jing can't count how many doormen he has killed, all of them are a pair of fingers.

He is a cultivator, even if this pedant is not recognized by the people of the world, and he is always compared with the gods, but he still firmly believes in the pure heart of Taoism in his heart, and does not want to mix too much with the world. The suffocation of living beings seemed to him to be a great evil in the world, and he did not want to see it often.

But the scene in front of him now is tantamount to telling him a dilemma, stopping the old man can save his life, but on what basis did he stop it? If you don't stop it, Lao Suo will die, and you may indirectly burn the anger on Cen Chi......

Just when Fang Wu hesitated, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cen Chi suddenly stand up!

Fang Wu's heart moved, but this trace of joy had just been picked up, and it was soon left behind.

Cen Chi didn't stand up to stop the ragged old man who came to drink the leftover tea, he just bent his arms and expanded his chest, as if he was stretching his stiff body bones after sitting for a long time. But because of his interruption, Fang Wu had already missed the opportunity to stop the old man from swallowing the remnants of tea.

A scoop of tea mixed with leaf residue has been swallowed into the stomach by the old man in tattered clothes a few times, the old man sighed with satisfaction, and shouted at the guy who ignored him at all under the shed: "Xiao Erzhang, your tea today is still not growing as usual, it is as difficult to drink as water, and if it continues like this, it will not be able to close the door sooner or later."

The tea-making guy who was called Xiao Erzhang by the ragged old man finally stared sideways when he heard the voice, and his tone was obviously suppressed with displeasure, but it was different from what he really hated and complained: "Old immortal, do you dare not come over tomorrow to beg for water to drink?" Don't kill you in the middle of the road! It never costs you half a pen, you gossip in the other way, don't affect my business! ”

There was a rude man in the tea shed who put one foot on the table and said with a smile: "Old thing, it looks like you have drunk water, what do you really taste of water?" I don't know, don't talk nonsense, so as not to affect my uncle's tea! ”

The rest of the tea guests in the tea shed, who were also in shabby clothes, laughed, and one or two people took advantage of the situation to greet a few whistles. Although the atmosphere was messy and noisy, it also showed that these people were acquaintances.

"Be your grandma's uncle." The ragged old man spat at the rude man who was sitting in an extremely indecent manner, "But ...... Listening to what you said, it's obvious that you have tasted more water than my grandfather and me. Grandpa won't fight with you. ”

There was another burst of laughter in the tea shed.

The rude man didn't get angry when he heard this, but he just turned his face and said disdainfully: "Old guy, you don't have virtue in your mouth, no wonder your son can't get his mother-in-law when he's in his thirties, let him live with you for the rest of his life!"

The rude man's last half of the sentence was a little ruthless, and the ragged old man really changed his face slightly, and was about to open his mouth to fight back, but when he saw that the tea-making guy finally couldn't stand it, he hissed and shouted: "Old immortal, when you're full, hurry up and give Lao Tzu a roll!" You haven't seen the boss of the Fu family? You can't beat it. Which of the thirty-four times have you been better than arguing? Don't add any mess here, didn't you see that I'm here today? Hurry up, hurry up, go away! ”

The ragged old man immediately extinguished his anger, and laughed twice, outsiders don't know if he has any other thoughts in his heart, but no one really cares about this.

The ragged old man carried a bundle of firewood lying on the ground. Hung the water scoop back on his waist, and turned around and left without saying a word. When he turned around with the figure of Chai He on his back, the Taoist Fang Wucai under the tea shed saw a hunted pheasant hanging on the side of the firewood bundle. The dead pheasant drooped its long neck, and as the old man dangled around him step by step, the pheasant, which was obviously not fat, looked quite a little poundy against the background of the old man's small size.

With the commotion in the tea shed just now, it was not until this moment that Fang Wu suddenly remembered. He seemed to have forgotten something.

Looking at the back of the person who was slowly walking away with a bundle of firewood on his back, Fang Wu sighed softly.

Since there has been no outbreak of toxicity for so long, perhaps...... Maybe it's slow......

Fang Wu may not even have realized that his judgment of Cen Chi's methods was too simple...... Why did he never think that maybe the powder crushed between his fingers. Is it just ordinary powder?

Cen Chi stood up, he didn't have any intention of sitting down, and after making two movements to stretch his body, he beckoned: "Time is a little tight, let's go."

The trio walked to the side of the tea shed. Lead the way. When checking out, the guy in the tea shed also made many accusations, for fear that he didn't greet him well and made the three distinguished guests pay the bill in a hurry and leave.

Obviously, because there are no competitors around this tea shop, this tea maker did not check himself, with the environment of his tea shed, even if he greets him verbally, what is the use? A few empty words, if you can't exchange them for comfortable seats, exquisite tea sets and sweet tea soup, they are all empty. Even if there are no two people who are noisy and foul-mouthed, such a tea shed does not want to keep people to sit more.

Riding a horse, Fang Wu suddenly realized that the path of his group of three people to Shakou County seemed to be on the same road as the ragged old man carrying firewood? !

He looked at Cen Chi, who was riding and mounted, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Cen Chi turned his face sideways, just in time to see the strange color in his eyes.

Cen Chi still didn't say anything until this point, but suddenly raised a whip...... Pumped on the horse's buttocks where Fang Wu was sitting.

The horses, which had had enough fodder and plenty of water, were suddenly struck by this spicy whip, and could not even gallop away with all their hooves. However, Fang Wuxin, who was riding a horse, was slightly shocked, but fortunately, he had traveled all year round in the four fields, and he had a good grasp of horses as long-distance cattle, so he was not thrown off the saddle.

Although Fang Wu was quite puzzled in his heart, why Cen Chi suddenly came to such a nervous state, he did not immediately shout and ask the doubts in his heart, nor did he forcibly rein in the horse, but grabbed the reins and concentrated on driving the wild and angry horse, letting it rush.

Two clouds of smoke and dust rolled up on the sand of the wilderness, after Cen Chi finished smoking Fang Wu's mount, he immediately raised the second whip but it was on the horse under his seat, and quickly caught up with Fang Wu's horse, and then the third whip was drawn on Fang Wu's horse......

In this way, Cen Chi whipped the two horses one after the other, and the two horses went away, and soon threw the high dive behind him, who was already surprised, dozens of zhang away.

When the three of them split into two sides to distance themselves from each other, the three riders actually maintained a high forward speed. Up to this time, a group of three riders had run nearly five miles ahead of them with a distance of dozens of zhang from each other.

Five miles away on foot. It takes at least a stick of incense, but under the galloping horses' hooves, it is almost like the wind whistling.

Fang Wu suddenly saw a somewhat familiar back appear in front of him, and looked closely. Sure enough, it was the old man in rags who was carrying a bundle of firewood. He suddenly had a thought in his heart, looked sideways behind him, and saw that Cen Chi had already caught up with the reins, but he didn't wave the horsewhip as wildly as before.

The two horses gradually slowed down, the whistling wind in his ears stopped, Fang Wu looked at Cen Chi, a smile appeared on his face, and said slowly: "It turns out that ......" Halfway through the words, he gradually felt guilty about the speculation he had just hidden in his heart, and he didn't know what to continue with the next half of the sentence.

Cen Chi smiled indifferently. said: "Old Dao, your heart is too kind. Although I don't have the same heart as you, I do know a little bit about it. The quest for the Tao is so long, with the longevity of mortals. Seeking an understanding of chance, how to determine when the opportunity can be encountered? The most ruthless thing in the world is the exploitation of the years. Cultivators are actually ruthless in their form of pure hearts and few thoughts, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the birth, old age, sickness and death are all not moved, so as to comprehend the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao. ”

Fang Wu's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "If it weren't for you, you would still be a disciple of the main line of the Northern Fence Sect. I'm going to find a way to get you under my door. ”

"Even if I'm not a disciple of the North Fence Lord's lineage, it's hard to realize this idea of yours." Cen Chi smiled lightly, "I'm just talking, it's easier said than done!" I don't want to be an old god like you...... Maybe I also want to live a free life, but not in the way you believe, for decades. I don't think it's going to seem so short. ”

"The feeling of being long and short-lived may be in the difference between the attitude you and I choose to live." The smile on Fang Wu's face gradually faded, he put away the topic and did not extend it anymore, and after a pause, he started to speak again: "I'm still a little curious, what is that bit of powder you crushed?"

"White fine powder. What do you say?" Cen Chi said to the mouth and sold Guanzi, "What else can I take, but when I was still resting in the town inn yesterday, I accidentally passed by the kitchen and picked some dough......"

Finally, when he said the mystery of the white powder, Fang Wu couldn't help the smile on the boy's face, and picked up a whip and whipped it on the horse's hip under his seat.

A tooth for a tooth, a whip, a whip, a whip!!

Cen Chi's face was slightly shocked, in fact, his equestrian skills were much weaker than Fang Wu. Just now he was prepared to draw Fang Wu's horse, so there was no problem in controlling his mount, but now his horse was whipped by Fang Wu's whip, which was an emergency.

Seeing that he was almost thrown out, his body staggered several times before he sat down, and the man had been carried out by the horse, and the angry voice was left behind:

"Old Dao, revenge is the way you cultivate......

Fang Wu shook the reins in his hand, smiled happily, and replied softly: "Yes."

……

When Yang Chen received Ruan Luo's advice and just left from the gate of Ye Mansion, Mo Ye had already returned to the Song Mansion, and under the care of Bai Tao, he was ready to take a hot bath to get rid of the rain and cold.

Bai Tao summoned two servants to carry the hot water to the bathing room at one time, and after putting the water in the bath bucket, she threw a few fragrant leaves into the water to ward off the cold and refresh herself, and then greeted Mo Ye Kuanyi.

At this time, Mo Ye suddenly realized a problem, and couldn't help but be shocked, and jumped up from the chair with a "Teng-" jump.

Bai Tao looked at her appearance, her face was slightly surprised, and she hesitated: "Sister, are you ...... Got a bug on your back?"

Mo Ye looked at Bai Tao, slightly stunned, and then shook her head, and when she was about to speak, she suddenly nodded again, her expression showing a hint of embarrassment.

"You'll be comfortable after taking a shower." After Bai Tao said this, he hesitated for a moment before he said softly: "Sister, you still don't want to go to those crowded places in the future, okay?" You are a girl after all, and it is not good to be crowded with those people with mixed identities, after all, you have to listen to your sister's persuasion in this matter. ”

"Thank you Sister Bai Tao for her teachings, my little sister remembered." Mo Ye nodded hurriedly.

At this time, she was nervous about one thing in her heart, but it was inconvenient to tell Bai Tao at this time, she was anxious and single-minded at the same time, so although she responded to Bai Tao's words quickly, her tone sounded as if she was not sincere.

Seeing this, Bai Tao only sighed softly and didn't say anything more.

But she didn't leave—

ps: It's so weird to collect and subscribe, I feel that I am very involved in writing chapters, without subscriptions, some hastily ordered chapters, but quite high. Also, when updating, the collection doesn't go up or goes down, but it will slowly rise back after more than ten hours. Why is it so weird, where did you get here, readers?