Baoyu heard the news that Qinggang Peak had been in retreat for 100 years, and drank several glasses of wine.

Qinggang Peak, White Fox Niangniang, it's really a big mountain above his head.

He killed Mama Ning of Qinggang Peak, God knows when it will be exposed, in case the white fox asks for the crime, the Guogong Mansion can't afford it.

Baoyu chuckled: "Although I don't know why Qinggeng Peak is in retreat, but without this big backer, Confucianism will be much more low-key, and my path will definitely be easier to walk." ”

I had just laughed twice, and suddenly, a very tactful and graceful voice sounded softly in my mind.

"Brother Bao, for Nanyan's sake, I won't pursue your killing of Mama Ning, but for the sake of Untitled, I'll give you a hundred years. ”

"In the past 100 years, I have treated Nanyan well, and after a hundred years, I came to Qingganfeng to be my internal supervisor. ”

Burst!

Baoyu took a sip of old wine and sprayed seven or eight feet away.

100 years of retreat, so for this 100 years of retreat?

This white fox lady is really willful!

Forgive Baoyu couldn't help but burst into foul language, it was really that indescribable feeling, like 10,000 yaks rumbling in his heart.

[It turned out that the white fox Niangniang had already known that I had killed Mama Ning, and it was Bai Nanyan who took the sin off. 】

Baoyu's heart was warm for a while, and then there was a deep helplessness.

Sister Lin, he will definitely not live up to it, in Baoyu's heart, there is, and there can only be one who will become his wife, and that is Lin Daiyu.

What Baoyu wants to pursue is the ethereal holy way, he wants to become holy, he wants to see the Confucian Great Zhou, he wants to step on 100,000 mountains, and even go to the legendary Tang Dynasty.

From all points of view, the Tang Dynasty is not the Tang Dynasty of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it is precisely because of this that it has a very 100% attraction to Baoyu.

Compared with stepping into the prosperous era of Confucianism, compared with sanctification, Baoyu is unwilling and does not like to be too entangled in the personal affairs of his children.

But

What did the White Fox Lady say?

She asked me to treat Bai Nanyan well?

Not only that, even if you are treated as a good student, after a hundred years, you still have to go to Qinggeng Peak to be an internal supervisor?

"Don't even think about it! Lao Tzu doesn't want to be an internal supervisor!"

Baoyu scolded secretly in her heart.

God pity it, I didn't dare to say it.

But

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and Baoyu's knees fell to the ground.

His shoulders seemed to be carrying tens of thousands of pounds of weight, and the bones all over his body were rattling.

The leg bones can't bear it!

The waist bone can't bear it!

The vertebrae can't bear it!

Even the bones in the neck that implicated life can't bear this weight!

"I know you don't want to do it, but I can't help you, the deity allows you to be free for a hundred years, but after a hundred years, come and be the internal supervisor of Qinggang Peak!"

"Don't do it!"

Baoyu stood up suddenly, and the bones that supported the weight of her body crackled and crackled, and she didn't know how many pieces were broken.

But Baoyu stood up like this, stubbornly bone, gritted his teeth, and lifted his knees off the ground.

"Hehe, it's a stubborn bone, no wonder Nanyan likes you, but even if I don't press you, how long can you support it?"

The weight on his shoulders dissipated suddenly, but Baoyu knew—

There were a pair of eyes full of witty and teasing, staring at him as if they were watching a good show.

The neck, spine, hips, and the bones of the thighs and calves all made an unbearable sour sound, obviously shattered, and a crazy pain came into my mind.

Baoyu's discomfort was not the pain of broken bones, but the broken bones, which could no longer support his body, and perhaps in the next moment, he would fall to his knees.

"The man has gold under his knees, do you want me to kneel to you......?"

A sneer welled up in Baoyu's throat, and his intact palm threw out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, splashing ink on the ten-button paper.

"The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is endlessly interesting.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

The vision of heaven and earth was dispersed with a wave of his hand, Xuanhe Lingquan was included in his mind, and the ability to talk on paper, Baoyu used it on his body.

"I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could I have blown down in the north wind? Good poet, what an interesting ......"

The white fox lady watched the flowers on Baoyu's body flash, fixed the bones in Baoyu's body, and instead chuckled.

"Nanyan's vision is good, you are worth playing with her for a hundred years. A hundred years later, I will personally arrest you to the Qinggang Peak, and I will personally castrate you. ”

Baoyu didn't say a word about this sentence, but just stood up straight like an old bamboo.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, Baoyu narrowed his eyes and scolded angrily.

"What kind of/fart supervisor? Lao Tzu doesn't make things without a baby under his legs! 100 years, hum, 100 years...... A hundred years later, at least we must achieve the rank of university scholar, and when the time comes, we will see who can catch whom!"

Baoyu was a little talking to herself, and then went out of the house.

"Leyang Shen, Leyang Yin, take out your best herbs! Don't hide it, you are seriously injured!"

After all this time, Le Yang Yin thought for a moment, and still prepared herbs for Baoyu.

"It's a little painful, you bear with it. ”

Baoyu bit the bandage, hummed and chirped, and asked the Leyang Yin brothers to apply medicine to themselves.

It really hurts, but it's heavier than the grievances in my heart.

In the face of the aggressiveness of the white fox lady, Baoyu really wanted to yell something like thirty years, but he would not be stupid enough to yell out in front of him and do the thing that angered the white fox lady.

With the strength of the white fox lady who played with him thousands of miles away, she could kill him in an instant.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if he was in the position of the white fox lady, there would be ants roaring at him......

[Well, if I let it go, it's my kindness, and if I crush it, it's just a casual remark. 】

Baoyu doesn't risk his own life to gamble on other people's moods......

Applying herbs, Baoyu could feel the rapid absorption of medicinal power by his bones, and he was also healing at a wonderful speed, and he simply fixed it with poetry to ensure his ability to move.

He walked to the bank of the creek and saw Brother Huan'er looking at him with a strange look, and his heart became measured.

[It seems that Qian Mouguo told Brother Huan about it, but I don't know what Chen Shuichi thinks. 】

Baoyu saw that Chen Shuichi was still looking at him with murderous eyes, smiled, and then walked forward.

He wants to 'lecture' the talents, which is a big problem. After all, if you want to continue to improve in the civil position, being an official is a shortcut.

And as an official, it is always inevitable to huddle together for warmth.

As soon as Baoyu sat down, he was greeted by an angry scolding, he disagreed, smiled, and sat on the ground.

Although the talents are still scolding angrily, their tone and strength are much weaker than a few days ago-

The White Fox Niangniang announced a hundred years of retreat, and all the people of Fadao Confucianism were wilted, and these talents who wanted to join Fadao Confucianism in the national examination couldn't help but lose a lot of heart.

As soon as Baoyu opened his mouth, a voice sounded coldly in his head, which made him shiver with fright.

To say that a hundred years later, he may not be afraid of the white fox Niangniang, but now, the cub of the tiger, that can't beat an adult fox.

But this time, it doesn't seem to be specifically for him.

I only heard that voice, but it was not him Jia Baoyu.

"As the world knows, sixteen years ago, I said that Chen Changgong married a wife and had children, if he gave birth to a man, it would be fine to continue the incense of the Chen family, and if he gave birth to a daughter, he would kill his wife.

Say that, give up. ”

Baoyu's eyes widened and she suddenly looked at Chen Shuichi.

And Chen Shuichi also projected his gaze, and there was no killing intent, but it was an incomparable contradiction.

The two looked at each other, as if they wanted to linger their gaze together, and they saw Brother Huan'er gritting his teeth, and his face was full of vinegar.

[This voice...... It seems to be said to the people of the world. 】

Baoyu shivered coldly and clenched his fists.

can be transmitted into the minds of people all over the world with one word, what kind of strength is the white fox Niangniang?

Bachelor's degree?

I'm afraid it's more than that.

While thinking about it, Baoyu stopped the 'lecture' and beckoned Qian Mouguo to go to the house.

When Qian Mouguo came in and closed the door, Baoyu opened his mouth and asked, "Chen Shuichi knows about you asking me for poetry?"

"She knows, but she won't tell anyone. ”

Qian Mouguo said with a smile: "Brother Bao, please rest assured, although the little junior sister has a bad temperament, she also knows how to remember her grace." In this way, we will be at ease, and if this incident happens, the little junior sister will no longer hold a grudge against you. ”

"It's none of my business. ”

Baoyu pondered and smiled: "The white fox lady should have known that she was a daughter, but she only valued the longbow senior, so she pretended not to know." ”

"Now it seems that maybe so, but the little junior sister doesn't know about it, so it's safe. ”

"Really?"

"Sure. ”

"That's good. ”

Baoyu sat at the table, a pair of eyes, light and dark.

[In a hundred years, the scholarly degree of a scholar should be able to achieve, but becoming a great Confucian is probably impossible. 】

[The White Fox Niangniang will not be the strength of the Great Demon King recorded in the "History of the Great Zhou", but if the Great Demon King is spoken, there must be no words that will pass on to the minds of people all over the world. 】

[So, could it be the Demon Emperor?]

Baoyu felt a lot of pressure.

The little demon, the big demon, the old demon, the demon general, the demon king, the big demon king, and the demon emperor correspond to the literati and the great Confucian.

If the White Fox Niangniang is really a demon emperor-level strength, it is equivalent to the great Confucian among the literati!

Not enough to ...... Gang fighting.

Baoyu felt that compared to a certain aspect of the object, the face or something, it was all scum.

[In a hundred years, although it is difficult to achieve Confucianism, if you are an official...... On the road to sanctification, it is only a way. 】

Baoyu suddenly felt that this weak royal Confucianism was simply too cute.

If he is not weak, how can he become the king of Confucianism?

...

Just as Baoyu stepped up his reading and brainwashed more than 100 talents at the same time, a snow-white streamer pierced the sky like a star.

"It's ......"

The old dragon curled up by the altar suddenly laughed, and the old master's face had turned iron-blue.

Scrooge squinted beside him, as if listening to someone, and shook his head and replied:

"Well, I know, the old master's face is ugly now, you are too weak, don't come...... Okay, we'll teach him a lesson......"

The old master asked angrily, "Who are you talking to?"

"It's the Red Sleeve Fairy. ”

Scrooge shook his head and couldn't help but sigh again.

A little red-sleeved tears, how many negative hearts......

How does Brother Bao know how much Daiyu has paid for him?