"Grandpa, everyone only takes one word, and I only pick up six words. Your bullying behavior of children, all the uncles and uncles present watched it! One to ten, ten to hundred, the reputation of Zhenyulou and Bailu Academy is not very good, right!? In the past, Zeng Hui led the rod to hit Zengzi, and Zengzi served the ground. Confucius said that he was not filial. Now you are doing everything to make things difficult for me, and I don't answer, just for your sake! ”

The fat shopkeeper was dumbfounded. The skill of this statement is high! persuaded him with both hard and soft methods, and used the dictionary to prove that he had pen and ink in his belly.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible! It's not the old man who judges people by their appearance, look at the little brother Haihan! Now let's ask for his name, he will become famous every day, and he will have a big banquet to congratulate him! "Isn't it just a face and a mouth to be a shopkeeper? Seeing that Xia Ye'er was not an ordinary baby, he was both an apology and a compliment, and he was afraid of planting the root of the curse.

"The surname is Wang, and the single name is a sleeping word. The king is from the king, and the sleep is the sleep of the people. "So—after the destruction of her family, do you still have to answer like this? No! Wang Shanwolf and Murong Cuihong are dead, why is Xia Ye'er alive?

It was the smile of the upside-down beings in the shadows, and she said softly, "Xing." Torture autumn killing. ”

"The autumn killing of immortality."

One summer morning many years later, she lay on the bed, with gray hair, pale face, chapped lips, smiling and counting the golden sunlight falling on the person's eyelashes, and said softly: "There are two threads in Yue Lao's hand, one is connected to you and the other is connected to me." In the thirty-second year of God's blessing, at the gate of Zhenyulou, the moment I spit out my name, the red line became a knot. From now on, you and I will be entangled, never dying! ”

He also smiled, stroked her hair, her face, her lips, and said softly, "No." The fate of you and me was set earlier. ”

Xia Ye'er climbed the stairs.

On the first floor, there is a huge screen behind the door, embroidered with the blue sky, the green grass and the bright red are rolling and roaring! In the upper right corner, there is a poem by Bai Juyi - leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withering. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

A climb to the floor by the Great Yan pilgrimage ancestor to give the name and become the first floor in the world, a hundred years ago to a pot of through the clouds and green famous all over the world. The same name of Zhen Yulou is a rising star, a drop of incense under the moon makes thousands of people crazy! It is rumored that to brew this kind of fine wine, it is necessary to collect the essence of ice and snow meltwater on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, bury it nine feet in the ground, plant an orchid on it, and collect the fragrance of mud in ten years. The moonside incense that lingers between the wine tables today must have been diluted a thousand times, but it is still fragrant and does not pay for people's lives!

There are about twenty or thirty tables in the hall, and there are seven seats. The 500-square-meter space is not overly decorated. The ochre wood is polished and gives off a bright color, calm and warm; A few pots of cycads in the corner with teeth and claws emitting a verdant color, solemn and fresh. Suddenly, the heart calmed down, and there seemed to be a trickling stream flowing through the veins, striking out a pleasant natural sound - the so-called grass people are grass-like civilians, who are unwilling to accept their lives until the sky, so they can "blow and grow again in the spring breeze". Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, many people end up doing nothing in their lives, that is, they are reduced to grass people. It is also true that you need to come here, calm down, think about the past, and think about the future.

The little second leader Xia Ye'er took a seat. The world is so small! When she raised her eyes, she bumped into the poor scholar, and she smiled - she thought that the "little nose and small eyes" uncle would not be able to enter. There is a saying that people are not as good as heaven, this scholar is proud and good, but he is not good at expressing himself, and he spit out simple words such as "pity and pity", but she took "Xie Peiqiongju" with revenge and cut off her uncle's way!

In addition to the scholar, on the right hand side is a bearded man, with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a large knife and a hat on his shoulder. On the left-hand side are men and women who are flirting with their eyebrows, and their ears and temples are grinding, as if they are in a no-man's land. There was another person she recognized, it was Changkong Si who sold baked cakes at the corner of the street.

The temptation of the flower world to Xia Ye'er is like the blessing of longevity cream to an addict, her two chestnut eyes turned and turned, and finally turned to a man with frosted temples opposite. This man is so rude! As soon as she took her seat, she stared at her unscrupulously, her gaze was not like the disdain of a scholar, not like the deference of a fat shopkeeper, nor like the enthusiasm of a man and woman. She cast an inquiring look, but to no avail! Smile back with a friendly smile, useless! Only to ignore, to ignore it gorgeously! Helplessly, the murderous aura emitted by the man stirred up clusters of sparks around her, crackling, how to ignore it?

Xia Ye'er was about to make a good noise, and Xiao Er came again. The little two in this building are not running around the hall with rags, they have good facial features, neat clothes, and appropriate speech and behavior. I just heard him say: "Everyone here has a glass of wine in front of you, if it is fake, it is the fragrance of the moon that is not changed!" There are also seven dishes on the table, which are specially prepared by Chef Zhu, who was the head of the imperial dining room! The entrance is full of guests, please feel free to drink, as for this food, you are afraid that you will have to break through one more level to be able to feast! ”

"This level is still simple, and it's a drinking order. The content of the liquor order must refer to historical figures and events and be in line with the current situation. Go down in order, one person and one stick of incense kung fu (i.e. five minutes), those who overtime are eliminated, and those who win more win! ”

Xia Ye'er listened absentmindedly, looked around, and saw twenty or thirty wine tables, with a junior on the table, wearing the same clothes and saying the same thing, the picture was amusing - "flutter", in a certain serious atmosphere, she laughed out loud.

"Is there anything wrong with this guest?"

"No, I'm just curious if the food and drinks are the same on every table?"

"The food and drinks are different, but the rules of the game are the same."

"Isn't it unfair that the food and drinks are different?" Someone ignorant fearlessly interjected.

"How is it unfair? Hmph, there's a lot of mystery in this! Wine and food are the same, which means that there will be a competition of seven people per table, and there will be twenty or thirty winners; The food and wine are different, but it is a competition for the whole audience. For example, the winner of this table wins three sets, and the winner of that table wins four sets, and the latter naturally wins! In this way, little second brother, how many people are going to be eliminated in this level? ”

As soon as Xia Ye'er raised her head, she saw countless eyes converging on her body, and she suddenly wanted to bite off the root of her tongue - she actually did such a selfless thing with a clear conscience - to explain the rules of the game to others.

"Winner...... There are only eight people. This sentence was originally intended to be saved for the end to surprise the twenty or thirty "winners" who thought they had won, who would have thought that the mystery was so easily understood by a little baby, was it his slip of the tongue, or the prodigy?

Chu Chengqian listened to Xia Ye'er's explanation, and had to cast an appreciative look, but he caught a glimpse of his regretful appearance of beating his chest, and his disgust did not decrease but increased-The Buddha said: If you can't tolerate others in your heart, you have no compassion.