"Uncle Leng, do you know what is in this box?"

Fan Xian was also curious, remembering the solemnity of Uncle Wuzhu who left the box here before, he still asked uneasily.

"Yes!"

"Uncle Leng, do you really know? What is it? Tell me about it!"

Leng Bin took the box and casually talked nonsense with Fan Xian. Of course he knew what was inside the box.

Merely!

After getting the box, Leng Bin took it for granted before!

"I'll go!Uncle Leng, that's the way you said?"

Seeing Leng Bin directly raise the war knife on his waist, trying to slash it down, Fan Xian couldn't help but exclaim: "This, is it too violent?"

Leng Bin did plan to use the black gold ancient knife to directly break through violently. However, it was found that the box may have a self-destruct mechanism.

If you really want to break through violently, the things inside will also be scrapped in an instant.

In other words, Leng Bin's plan in front of him fell short in an instant because the box could not be opened!

Gotta recalculate, a few cones!

I also paid a primary guidance technique, but in the end, I couldn't open anything.

Ye light eyebrows!

This woman, Leng Bin can be regarded as remembering!

"This box, I'm still on your side, I didn't say the previous words!"

"Ah, Uncle Leng, you ......"

Fan Xian pointed to the box that was thrown back to the bedside, but he was directly speechless to Leng Bin.

"Wait until I get the key!"

"Uncle Leng, do you know where the key is?"

Of course Leng Bin knows, where is the key?

It's just that now is not the best time to tell Fan Xian.

"Cultivate well, when you break through the ninth grade, I'll find you to get the key together!"

In direct contact with Fan Xian, he recognized his 'kiss', and after a bubble, Leng Bin disappeared into Fan's mansion.

"This Uncle Leng is nervous, what a weird person!"

Fan Xian looked at the wall where there was no shadow of Leng Bin for a long time, and whispered.

But!

This Uncle Leng is really timely rain, bringing him a domineering and true internal strength method, and there is hope for breaking through the nine grades.

The next day, it was the day when Fan Xian participated in the poetry meeting of the prince of Jingwangfu, pretending to throw poems and slapping his face, and Leng Bin also followed along, as a guard.

In this regard, Fan Xian was really overjoyed, with such a master as Leng Bin by his side, he was full of confidence.

"Uncle Leng, you are my mother's male best friend, you should be the kind who talks and flirts, right?"

"Yes!"

Before the carriage, Teng Zijing acted as a groom, and in the carriage, there were two people, Leng Bin and Fan Xian, who had a fart without a match.

However, Fan Xian's cheap sister Fan Ruoruo did not go along, but followed the female guest and went to stand at the beginning.

"The kind of red sleeves that add fragrance, or the kind of poetry that is lewd?"

"What the hell are you trying to ask?"

Leng Bin knew that this guy was probing his mother's bottom. Since they have guessed, his wife is also from the postmodern era.

The common trick of the public will not be left behind.

After all, in this era of indifference between literati and scholars, Wen Copying Gong is by no means the best weapon to pretend to be forced to slap his face, and the most fragrant and ruthless one.

But!

Fan Xian was a little entangled that his wife arrived here twenty years before him.

I don't know if his wife copied the poems of the poet and the poet.

Wait a while, if he copies a poem, people will hear it!

I'll go, isn't this more than twenty years, your mother's masterpiece?

Today, she was taken out by her son and pretended?

Pretending to be exposed in an instant, if you can't get off the stage, you will lose your hair!

Therefore, I have to go to Leng Bin, his mother's closest male girlfriend, to find out.

"You're not sure? You're out of the woods, you're afraid you won't be able to beat them?"

Leng Bin didn't wait for Fan Xian to speak again, but asked.

"Ahh......h

"Understood! At the beginning, your wife gave me a lot of good poems! I will pick a few random poems and let you respond to emergencies?"

"Don't worry, these are all blows between me and your mother, these poems have not been written, let alone made public!"

Leng Bin's serious nonsense is actually just bluffing Fan Xian.

In Leng Bin's understanding of the original work, Fan Xian's wife Ye Qingmei, a science student, asked her to engage in some 'black technology'.

Bard right?

Pull it down!

"Ah, Uncle Leng, you can have all this? Tell me quickly, what kind of love poems my mother sent you at the beginning!"

Fan Xian was also overjoyed when he heard it, and secretly sighed that fortunately, this male girlfriend bubbled up in time, otherwise if it was really plagiarism, the joke would definitely be a sensation in the city.

"There's a song, a very heroic kind of ......"

"Stop, stop! Uncle Leng, you are really hidden!"

Fan Xian's scalp was also numb, but fortunately he had a thorough investigation with this male girlfriend.

Mother, mother!

It's really not kind, co-authored 300 Tang poems, and you took out all of them and pretended to be forced in front of your male girlfriends.

To this!

Fan Xianzhi rolled his eyes and was speechless, and he also had a choice in his heart.

Immediately, he lewd the song "Ascending" in front of Leng Bin and asked Leng Bin.

"Uncle Leng, are you sure this song has not been circulated to the outside world?"

"Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and you have been sick for a hundred years and appeared on stage alone?

I really don't know how you two were born? At a young age, you actually made such a twilight poem, and you are even more boy, so many good poems are not chosen, but I choose this one, I really can't understand you two mothers.

But don't worry, it's all poems sent to me by your mother. Except for me, maybe even your own father has never seen your mother's poetry!"

Leng Bin is also getting more and more into the play, talking nonsense in front of Fan Xian, pretending to be old-fashioned and rude, and the more he talks, the smoother and smoother he is, making himself really like that Ye Qingmei, a good girlfriend.

"To deal with that group of hypocrites and illiterate, this one is enough! Besides, I didn't really come for the so-called poetry meeting. ”

Fan Xian gave Leng Bin a reassuring look, and then asked Leng Bin for advice on the guidance technique and domineering true qi, and the problem of cultivation.

Not for the poetry meeting, that is for the woman. Regarding this, the two 'uncle and nephew' thought of going together!

Today's participation in the so-called poetry meeting is all for a woman.

Otherwise, Leng Bin would not have the leisure to mingle with a group of second-generation gentlemen in Kyoto.

Also, even Fan Xian, this kid, can't let him have evil thoughts anymore.

......

"Fan Gongzi, I'm waiting for you!" King Jing's son can be said to be looking forward to Fan Xian, but he finally looked forward to it.

"Are they all here?"

Fan Xian also said hello casually, and then couldn't wait to enter the table.

It's just that I came in and glanced at it, and I was very disappointed!

The chicken leg girl Fan Xian wanted to find, but they didn't come at all. Immediately, he was also unhappy, followed in front of Fan Ruoruo, and said, "I didn't come!"

"Lin Wan'er didn't come either!"

Fan Ruoruo saluted Leng Binying, and then muttered to Fan Xian.

All right!

Didn't you say that the Jingwang Shizi Poetry Meeting was a grand event!

Kyoto has a name and a surname, and the beautiful women in the boudoir will participate.

But what!

The chicken leg girl didn't come, and Lin Wan'er didn't come either.

This trip, Fan Xian ran away in vain!