The sky is getting late, the night of Nanyang will always eat a little bit, Jingzhou lives in the south of the Qinling Mountains, on the edge of the Yangtze River, the north and south are not surprised, in the late autumn season, the sky is relatively fast, but I don't know why, this Longzhong area is a little later, the donkey is a master and a servant, and after many days of road, finally rushed back to the grass house before the night completely darkened.

The boy seemed to have some heart, his brows frowned slightly, and his little face, which was as white as a crown of jade, was slightly wrinkled, but it couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"It's here." The man on the donkey's back patted the shoulder of the sword, and said in a rather excited tone, this line has been walking for more than a month, and he has not seen the lady who thinks about it day and night for so long, but he misses it tightly in his heart.

"Why are you stunned, go in." Seeing that he was still stunned with his sword, the gentleman, who was the owner of the thatched house, hurriedly laughed and scolded.

"Don't come in again, wait for Madame to clean you up." A wicked smile appeared on the corner of the gentleman's mouth who got off the donkey, and there was no trace of shelf, but it made people feel good.

Hugging the sword is not afraid of the ground, even the gentleman in front of him is only close and fearless, the only thing he is afraid of is the ghostly lady, a handful of age, and like to play tricks on people, the most unacceptable thing is that he likes to play tricks on people, after all, there are other boys and maids in the grass house, the key is, why do you like to chase him, from childhood to adulthood, Hugging the sword is growing up under the teasing of Mrs., but it has a look of the country and the city but is full of tricks on people's minds, I don't know how the talented and learned gentleman of Lu Dao fell in love with this female devil, and he really couldn't understand the simple head of holding the sword.

"Hey." Hugging the sword exhaled rather old-fashionedly, although he had a sword in his name. I really don't have a sharp sword in my hand. Otherwise, he would have committed suicide by cutting his throat a long time ago. The provincial lady kept chasing, miserable, miserable, holding the sword at a young age, but her heart was so melancholy.

Pushing open the slightly dilapidated gate, the expected graceful figure did not appear, and the man who got off the donkey and entered the door was slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything. The two of them walked straight forward with the sword.

The grass house looks a little dilapidated from the outside, but the area is not small, there are inner and outer courtyards, planted with all kinds of peculiar flowers and plants, although it is late autumn, but the first to bloom, a grass house, a fragrance that comes to the face is refreshing, the nose subconsciously sobses.

The inner courtyard is a dormitory, in general. At this time, the lady should be in the hall of the outer courtyard, so the man in white and the sword went directly to the hall.

The legs and feet have just arrived. But he heard two voices talking about something, and the face of the gentleman dressed in white like snow changed slightly, although he was separated by a distance of more than ten steps, he still recognized the owner of the two voices.

A girl who is as soft as delicate pure water, gentle and soft, without fireworks in the world, ethereal and not lacking in aura is from Mrs.

And the other voice came from someone else, a person who made him meet Lu and never had a good face and didn't want to see it, the gentleman in white who was walking along the way stopped slightly, his thoughts reversed, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.

Hugging Jian, who was following closely behind, didn't expect Mr. to stop suddenly, his body couldn't be recovered, and he hit it heavily, don't look at the gentleman's thin body, but he was like iron, and his sword nose hit it, and a sour feeling came to his mind, and he almost shed tears, and he was extremely unlucky.

"Sir, why did you stop suddenly, ouch, really." Hugging the sword touched his slightly red nose and muttered a grumble.

When he spoke, although his voice was not loud, all the people inside heard it, but they saw a loud voice sound, and said, "But Kong Ming has returned?" ”

The man in white, that is, the famous Zhuge Kongming, was helpless, glared at the sword fiercely, replied with a ruthless expression that would be cleaned up again, and turned around and walked in.

Opened the curtain, but saw a fragrant wind coming up, Zhuge Kongming doted on the figure that never got tired of seeing, then twisted his neck, and looked at the uninvited guest who was slashing and falling with the guest.

"I said you bastard, why are you here in my little grass house again?"

The ugly man who was sitting on the side didn't mind when he heard this, and said with a light smile: "Don't you allow me to come?" I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see my junior sister. ”

"Hmph" Zhuge Liang snorted coldly, pulled the lady beside him, sat down on the main seat, and said: "Wanzhen is very good, I will take good care of her, but you, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are still so ugly." ”

The colorful woman around her is Zhuge Liang's wife, and it is rumored that she looks extremely ugly and has a black yellow head.

"Husband, don't be so rude to my senior brother." Huang Wanzhen said a little coquettishly, her voice was soft and delicate, but she couldn't see anything that made Hujian so scared that she was like seeing a wild beast.

Zhuge Liang has always doted on Huang Wanzhen, and when he heard this, he pursed his lips, but he didn't say anything evil, and said calmly: "Let's say, I haven't been to my Longzhong grass house for five or six years, and it's rare to come once. ”

"Hehe, you guessed it." The ugly man sitting in the lower seat chuckled: "That's right, I came to you today, and I deliberately calculated the time to know that you came back today, so I came all the way here." ”

The two men have something to talk about, if it were an ordinary woman, they might have retreated wisely, but this Huang Wanzhen did not have the slightest appearance of retreating, Zhuge Liang and the other man did not have a trace of abnormality, let them sit aside, looking like they were listening.

The man with an ugly face looked at the hall again, and said with some emotion: "You have been in seclusion for eight years, and time flies so fast. ”

"Less nonsense, to the point." Zhuge Liang interrupted his emotion without hesitation.

The ugly man was not angry, it seemed that he had a very good attitude, thinking about it, he was accustomed to Zhuge Liang's attitude to nature, but he did not have a trace of anger.

"When will you be out of the mountain?"

It was really brief, Zhuge Liang muttered in his heart, but he was still a little surprised: "When will I go out of the mountain and have a relationship with you how many copper plates?" ”

"At the beginning, you chose to enter the WTO, as soon as you entered Longzhong for eight years, you once swore that you did not meet the Lord of the Ming, even if you die of old age in this life, you will not go out of the mountain, and I have chosen a different path with you, to enter the WTO to find a king who can assist, now I have found it, why don't you go out of the mountain?" The ugly man raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently.

In the hall, not only Zhuge Liang's face froze, but even Huang Wanzhen, who was listening, also frowned.

"Have you already decided?" Zhuge Liang's face was unusually solemn.

Huang Wanzhen pricked up her ears, he knew better than anyone else about her senior brother's talent, so she was also curious about who could convince this arrogant senior brother.

"The dragon on the beach, just wait for the wind and clouds to rise." The ugly man stared at Zhuge Liang, but he didn't say it explicitly, and said a line of poetry.

"It's him." Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes, maybe the ugly man didn't say it explicitly, but this poem that was once regarded as a bad prophecy has been circulated in the alleys for a short time, and Zhuge Liang and his wife have also heard of it although they live in seclusion in Longzhong Caolu.

"Why?" Zhuge Liang was silent for a moment, spit out a mouthful of white vapor, and said in a deep voice.

The ugly man didn't say much, he dropped a few black and white chess pieces from his sleeve, and used the table as a chessboard, and the black and white were settled, all in one go, obviously he had calculated countless times in his heart.

Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen's eyes froze, and they looked towards the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces, vertical and horizontal, seemed to be plain and unremarkable, but the apartment was extremely deep.

"Danger is the capital, the main is the stop, and the troops are watching, this is the starting point." Zhuge Liang suddenly spoke, his expression solemn, and he no longer competed with the ugly man.

"Look at it like this, you Pang Shiyuan is ready to be the one who pushes you."

"No" The person with an ugly face was the phoenix pangtong who left from Yuan Shang's side, but when he saw him, he smiled indifferently and said, "It's just a chess piece." ”

Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen were shocked again in their hearts, and looked at Pang Tong in disbelief, if you say that the people in the world, the people who know Pang Tong best, except for the old and immortal master of Guigumen, there are only Zhuge Liang and his wife.

His arrogance, his talent, Wolong and Phoenix Chicks can settle the world, although there are jokes in the streets, but it is enough to show the depth of Pang Tong's talent.

For Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen's surprise, Pang Tong turned a blind eye, shook his robe, got up and said: "Today's visit, first, take a look at my junior sister, I haven't seen me for many years, and I am very worried about it; Second, it can be regarded as informing you, especially Kong Ming, if you say goodbye today, the next time you meet may be in a tragic battlefield, at that time, don't be merciful. ”

Huang Wanzhen looked up at the alluring face, a trace of moisture was pregnant in her watery eyes, and she sighed: "Senior brother, why bother? ”

Zhuge Liang's face was also a little gloomy, although the two fought more than once, but it was only a battle of will, fighting for a breath, just like a child, harmless, and if it is really like Pang Tong said, if they really meet on the battlefield in the future, at that time, it may really be a dragon fight.

Pang Tong waved his hand and said quite chicly: "Let's go, I see that you and Kong Ming are doing well, and Senior Brother Ben is also very happy for you in his heart. ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen to say anything, shook his robe and left.

was thinking about how to deal with the lady's trick in the courtyard and looked up, but saw that it was Pang Tong, who was not a stranger, and hurriedly bowed down to say hello.

"Mr. Feng Yan." For this ugly man with the same name as his husband, Hujian has always been respectful, and it is much more serious than getting along with Zhuge Liang.

"It's a sword." Pang Tong's pace slowed slightly, touched the head of the sword, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few years, your sword qi is condensed on the top of your eyebrows, not bad, not bad, in less than ten years, it is a good sword." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the sword to react, the body was illusory, the figure was slender, and disappeared in an instant, leaving Zhuge Liang and Huang Wanzhen in front of the hall, looking at the dissipated figure, their expressions were slightly heavy.

Holding his wife with slightly red eyes in his arms, Zhuge Liang looked at the courtyard and danced the leaves on his forehead, and muttered to himself in his heart: "This scripture is goodbye, and it is just a matter of being a person." (To be continued......)