The rice is just a bowl of noodles, but the wine is enough to drink ten jars!

Xiao Heizi was in a public office and had to go back, so Ye Zhen asked Sang Sang to help Ning Que, who was swaying, to go towards Lane 74 in the south of the city.

Ye Zhen walked in front with a steel sword in his arms, and Sang Sang helped Ning Que, who was drunk and unconscious, to follow behind.

"Big... Young Master, here... Is there a horse thief here? Why is it so messy? ”

Ye Zhen looked at the scattered goods in Lane 47 in front of him, and it seemed that the owners of these stalls were in a hurry.

The facades on both sides of the street are basically open, and then by the faint starlight, you can see that the house is also a mess.

"Wait a minute!"

As he was walking, Ye Zhen suddenly stopped and spoke, then took a few steps back, and looked towards the north of the street, the tallest façade building in Lane 47.

"Young Master, what are you looking at?"

Sang Sang helped Ning Que curiously, and stretched out his head to look at the three-story wooden building.

Ye Zhen said, "Help this kid in, in the future... This is your and Ning Que's home."

"Oh..."

Sang Sang glanced at the building, and dragged Ning Que, who was about to die like a pig, into the house.

But as soon as he dragged Ning Que into the house, he suddenly remembered something, threw Ning Que on the floor, trotted to the door, and said, "Big Young Master, what do you call me and the second young master's home, isn't this also your home?" ”

Ye Zhen smiled slightly, and said, "In the future, you will live in this building, and I will live next to it, although we live separately, we are still a family."

Sang Sang ran out, grabbed Ye Zhen's arm, and said, "Young Master, we... It's not good to live in someone else's house like this...".

Ye Zhen smiled, "I thought you would say that you are reluctant to me, you girl..."

Sang Sang said with a smile, "The eldest young master just likes to live alone, and he doesn't really want to leave."

Ye Zhen said, "Okay, hurry up and sleep, Young Master Ben has his own way to take down these two facades."

After that, he reached out and patted Sangsang's head, then entered the house alone and closed the door directly.

Let Sangsang, who wanted to go into the house to help Ye Zhen clean up, touched the ashes of his nose.

Lighting a candle, Ye Zhen did it himself, little by little, to clean the house.

This small building has only two floors, and the face is very small, it can be said that it is only one room upstairs, one room downstairs, a well in the small courtyard, and a small stove room.

A pot of tea, repeatedly fragrant.

Ye Zhen said, "I didn't expect the original owner of this shop to have such good tea."

Ye Zhen, who was grinding ink and holding the pen, seemed to have entered another state.

Chairs, tea, small buildings, capitals, and even the world disappeared one after another, and in the end, the whole world seemed to be only the pen in his hand and the blank paper in front of him.

Suddenly opened his eyes, a desolation, vastness, loneliness, only the sword eternal world jumped in the candlelight.

The next moment, Ye Zhen moved, swung his pen like a sword, and sprinkled the inexplicable charm on it through the pen and ink.

After a while, Ye Zhen put away his pen, and the sword words on the surface of the white paper covered almost the entire desktop in front of him were ordinary, and it could even be said that they were a little ugly lying on it.

However, Ye Zhen himself was immersed in the sword words.

His eyes were confused, and he didn't know how long it took, so he put down the ink pen in his hand, picked up the paper, looked at the sword words in front of him with great satisfaction, and exclaimed, "Good sword!" What a sword! ”

I looked left and right, this small building should have been a warehouse or something, or a warehouse in the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and even framing things are all available.

After some busy work, a picture scroll was hung on the wall by Ye Zhen, and there was only one "sword!" in the picture scroll! ”

Yawned, Ye Zhen took one last look at the word "sword", and nodded with satisfaction, writing this word seemed to consume a lot of Ye Zhen's mind, and it was difficult to raise his sleepy eyelids at this time.

Early the next morning, Ye Zhen got up, opened the door, and looked at the door that was still closed next to him, Ning Que's kid drank so much wine yesterday, and he probably won't be able to get up today.

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Zhen turned back, came to the backyard, washed his face with a bucket of cold well water, pulled out the steel sword in the sheath, and slowly brushed his fingers over the patterns on the sword.

In my mind, I recalled the feeling I got from watching the "sword" last night, and slowly, the whole person entered a wonderful state.

Suddenly! Ye Zhen moved, but the sword move changed from the previous vigorous and resolute, ruthless and ruthless.

However, the action is still flowing and extremely ornamental, even if ordinary people see it, they will be immersed in this nature.

"Buzz!"

After a long time, Ye Zhen stabbed out with a sword, and the long sword did not move at all like an old tree, but a sword roar sounded in the small courtyard.

The next moment, a little light hovered on the tip of the sword, and the weeds in front of him seemed to like this light very much, and they leaned in the direction of the tip of the sword.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, Ye Zhen found that he had already broken away from the sword move and began to transform towards the realm of sword power, but the sword power was just an excess, as for the after... Ye Zhen didn't know.

Maybe you'll know when you actually enter the sword momentum.

"Choke"

The steel sword was put into the sheath and placed on the table by Ye Zhen.

After Ye Zhen hurriedly entered the house, the small courtyard was stabbed by Ye Zhen in the direction of a sword, and the weeds on the ground suddenly began to wither extremely quickly.

Hurriedly sharpening the pen, practicing the sword just now, Ye Zhen had a new understanding.

Ziyan Mu Yu, open the umbrella to avoid it. Ziyan is good and yang, but he rejects it. Ziyan is happy, and the family leaves. Ziyan grows old, I am afraid of it..."

Putting down the ink pen in his hand, Ye Zhen suddenly smiled and said, "Only the sword loves it."

"Good sword! Good sword! ”

Just as Ye Zhen was sighing, he suddenly remembered the sound of admiration behind him.

Ye Zhen was shocked, and when he was writing, although he was fully engaged, he was also distracted and vigilant, "But when someone entered the house, I didn't even find out, if this person just wanted my life..."

Ye Zhen turned around with a pen, looked at the middle-aged man behind him who was dressed in green clothes and had an elegant face and temperament, and put down the ink pen in his hand.

"You may be seated!"

Sitting behind the table, Ye Zhen made a gesture of please.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, facing Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhendao, "Looking at the appearance of this street, there will only be two kinds of people who come, one is the owner of this street or this shop, and the other is the culprit of all this, I don't know which one Mr. is?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and his voice was soft but full of magnetism, "Which one do you think I am?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhen put his hand into his arms, took out a gold ingot with a handprint and put it on the table, and said, "This street looks like this, this ingot, it should be enough for a month's rent for these two shops", and after that, Ye Zhen pushed the ingots in front of the middle-aged man.

But the middle-aged man didn't even glance at the ingots in front of him, and said with a smile, "How do you know that I am the owner of this street, and besides, isn't the little brother curious about why this street has become like this?" ”

Ye Zhen shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm not curious, to be honest, I like it here."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "I understand, I won't rent the shop to you now, but... I can make a bet with you, little brother."

Ye Zhen showed curiosity on his face and said, "What kind of bet?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "If you still have your companions who dare to stay in this shop for three days, I will waive your rent for half a year, how about it?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhen frowned slightly, and some vague memories of this world in his mind came to his mind again.

Ye Zhen said: "What's your name?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "Chao Xiaoshu, my name is my second brother, and the people on the rivers and lakes call me the old dynasty of Chunfeng Pavilion."

Hearing this name, Ye Zhen showed a sudden expression, and his vague memory instantly became clear.

Chao Xiaoshu saw Ye Zhen's appearance, and said curiously, "Why has the little brother heard the name of my old dynasty?" ”

Ye Zhen shook his head and said, "No, I just think that this name... Lovely"

"Because... I like your name, so if you want it, the word "sword" will be given to you, my name is Ye Zhen".

PS: Bronze feels that the plot written recently is a bit dragged, you must know that this TV series has 60 episodes! After the manuscript is uploaded in the next two days, the plot begins to speed up.,After all, there are many book friends who haven't read the night.,I'm afraid it's confusing to see these chapters.,Strive to end next week.,And then at the suggestion of book friends.,Write more in the real world.,Finally, ask for a recommendation vote.。

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