Approaching the town, the monk of the Zhenwu Mountain Soldier let go of Ma Kuxuan's shoulder, Ma Kuxuan was a little dizzy, shook his head, and asked: "Do you know who is in trouble?" Could it be that it is my father or uncle, the baby of the family is looked at by people outside, one is unwilling to give, and the other forcibly asks for it, and the result is similar to Liu Xianyang, causing big trouble?"

The man with the sword took Ma Kuxuan and walked forward quickly, shook his head and said: "The reason why the Zhengyang Mountain Mountain Moving Ape made a brazen attack and did not hesitate to break the rules, the preciousness of the Sword Sutra itself is part of the reason, but the most important reason is still the old grudge between Zhengyang Mountain and the Wind Thunder Garden. Therefore, on this side of the town, even if the cultivators make a move, they don't dare to be too blatant, and Mr. Qi, who is sitting here, ...... after all."

The man suddenly stopped talking, looked at a roof in the far side of the street, squatting on a pitch-black wild cat, it saw Ma Kuxuan, immediately screamed, and when Ma Kuxuan found it, the wild cat began to run to the side of Xinghua Lane.

Ma Kuxuan's face turned pale in an instant, and he ran wildly with the wild cat on the roof.

The man figured out the joints, sighed, and followed the young man without hurrying, never being distanced by Ma Kuxuan.

Ma Kuxuan ran all the way back to the familiar alley, When he saw the courtyard door open, the bold young man actually stopped outside the door, and never dared to cross the threshold again.

The boy knows that the door of his yard is almost not open for so long all year round, because grandma often talks about a truth, Xinghua Lane is the most poor and unproductive, but people are poor and short, thin and long, and our family is easy to make people red, so the door must remember to close tightly, otherwise it will be remembered by thieves.

Ma Kuxuan walked into the courtyard with red eyes, and the gate of the main house was not closed.

Ma Kuxuan saw a familiar thin figure fall to the ground.

The black cat crouched on the threshold, screaming and startling.

"Don't go over!"

The man with the sword reached out and pressed the young man's shoulder, and admonished: "The matter has come to this, stabilize your mind!"

Ma Kuxuan held back his tears, kept taking deep breaths, slowed down, and shouted softly, "Grandma?"

The soldier Jian Xiu took the lead and swept to the old woman's side, and put his fingers together on the tip of the old woman's nose to probe, and there was no breath.

The black cat was so frightened that it ran into the house and disappeared in a flash.

The man with the negative sword thought for a moment, raised his head and said in a deep voice to Ma Kuxuan, who was standing outside the door: "Stop! You are born with extremely strong yang energy, if you take a step closer, even if your grandmother still has some soul left in the house, she will be destroyed by you!"

The young man's whole dark face wrinkled vigorously, and he forced himself to keep himself from crying at all.

The man made up his mind, and after holding the tiger talisman on his waist, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qi, this matter should not be underestimated, you have your rules, and I also have my troubles, I hope Mr. Qi will not interfere in this matter next." ”

After saying this, the man's momentum changed completely, his clothes were bulging, his hair was fluttering, and after silently reciting a string of obscure mantras, he finally ended with five words: "Zhenwu Mountain is invited!"

Ma Kuxuan turned his head to look at it stupidly.

I saw a golden-armored god as high as a foot down from the sky, his fists hit his chest, and the sound was like thunder, and he said, "Descendant of Zhenwu, what do you command?"

"This place is forbidden to spells, and I am not good at detaining souls, so please help me to patrol the surroundings of this house, and if you find this old woman's wandering soul, put it away, and remember not to hurt the roots. ”

The golden-armored god was silent for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Order!"

The golden light dissipated, and the gods were nowhere to be seen.

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Chen Songfeng, a son of the Chen family of Longwei County, was immersed in a spacious room looking through the archives, and there was a vermilion lacquered wooden box at his feet, which contained most of the boxes of yellowed ancient books. The woman, Chen Xiang, took the notebook from the wooden box casually, stood at the window not far away, and slowly flipped through the pages of the past.

The old steward of the government office was sitting on a chair in the house drinking tea, and Liu Baqiao, the sword cultivator of the Wind Thunder Garden, was sitting opposite and greeting the old man politely, and the old steward who was in good spirits smiled and said: " It's also a coincidence, Li Hong on the other side of the Li family's house, personally came to our government office, and asked for a few Chen files in our town, and as long as the household registration files of the last three or four hundred years, the prince nodded and agreed, I asked Li Hong to let people take away the seventy or eighty books on the top of the box, and the remaining books below are older, just the old yellow calendar that Chen Gongzi you want, then again, if it weren't for the annual government office requirements in the summer and autumn, each book would have been eaten up by insects. ”

Chen, who was standing at the window, didn't raise his head, and asked indifferently: "I heard that the people surnamed Chen in the town now have been slaves and maids for the four surnames and ten clans in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street, and some of the Chen family members have even become the sons of these high-ranking families.

The old steward was a little embarrassed, this woman kept saying "four surnames and ten clans" or "high-ranking families", but the real inheritance of the thousand-year-old family tyrant, the eldest grandson of the Chen family in Longwei County, ended up sitting there like a subordinate, silently burying her head in checking the files, and this woman with the same surname Chen was able to feel at ease, so her true identity is long and noble, and the old steward knows it with her knees.

Although the old steward did not have a handmaid with the surname Chen, he had always had a good relationship with those people with the surname who were the head snakes of the town, and he didn't want to annoy everyone with a menacing dragon crossing the river because of his improper response in this matter.

So after carefully considering the wording, the old man put down the ice-cracked watery teacup in his hand and said slowly: " Miss Chen, this is also a helpless thing, according to the early years of an old-timer in our government office, this town first had two different Chen clans, one of which moved out of the town very early, and there were no descendants to stay in the town, but I vaguely heard that this Chen clan, when they moved out of the town, they specially left the tomb keeper, too long, the surname family responsible for sweeping the tomb of the Chen family, has been unable to verify. As for the other Chen family, it was also among the big surnames a long time ago, and the ranking was still very high, but it is a pity that the world is impermanent, and it has been tossed a few times inside and out, and it has gradually declined, especially in the past few hundred years, just like Miss Chen, you said, it is indeed a generation that is not as good as a generation, and there is no Chen family who stands on their own at this time...... No, I remembered, there is really a lone seedling left, it should be the only one among all the children of the Chen family in the town today, the only one who is not attached to the four surnames and ten clans, that child is his father, the porcelain burning skills are exquisite, and he has also been commended by the first two governors, so I remember clearly, but he died early, and now how his children are doing, I don't know. But then again, I'll just say what I saw and heard, the town is generally pretty good for the descendants of the Chen family, especially the two surnames Song and Zhao, and the chief steward of the house is surnamed Chen, who is nominally the master and servant, but in fact it is almost like a family. ”

After saying these old things about the old sesame seeds and rotten grains in one breath, the old steward turned around and picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Chen nodded with a smile and said, "Steward Xue is an understanding person, no wonder the government office runs up and down freely." ”

The old steward smiled and said: "Miss Chen praises it, people like us just know their own little pounds, so they can only do their best, work hard, work hard." ”

Chen smiled at it, shifted his gaze, looked at Chen Songfeng, who was sitting precariously, and said coldly: "It's really not good, just turn the box upside down, start from the books at the bottom, don't you hear what Steward Xue said just now?

Chen Songfeng's forehead oozed fine sweat, his lips were slightly white, he didn't dare to refute a word, and hurriedly got up from the chair and went to bend down to rummage through the box and move the book.

The old steward of the government office immediately straightened his waist and back, and there was no sense of relaxation in his busyness.

Liu Baqiao really can't stand it, Chen Songfeng is soft, but he is the future head of the Chen family in Longwei County, no matter what background you Chen has and whether he is of the same clan or not, at least he should be given the necessary respect, so Liu Baqiao said in a deep voice: "Chen is right, I am not blind, I can see that Chen Songfeng is helping you now, even if you don't appreciate it, don't talk so ugly!"

Chen Songfeng hurriedly raised his head and glanced at Liu Baqiao, who glared back with wide eyes, "Even the emperor has a few poor relatives, why, some people are exceptions?

Straight to the point.

This is the nature and heart of Liu Baqiao in the Wind Thunder Garden.

Chen Songfeng's face was full of bitterness.

The old steward bowed his head and drank tea, turning a blind eye and hearing but not listening.

Chen was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "Makes sense." ”

Now it was Liu Baqiao's turn to feel a little uncomfortable.

Chen put down the book in his hand and put it on the table, intending to go out to breathe, of course Steward Xue wanted to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, but was politely rejected by this Chen woman.

Chen walked out of the side hall of the government office and stood in the corridor and looked into the distance.

There is a square outside the lobby of the government office, there is a memorial arch facing the gate, and a big ancient character is written, the mountain of Yue, the hill is in prison. This is not uncommon, every secular dynasty and state according to the law, in the jurisdiction of the five mountains for the five mountains, southeast, northwest and northwest, the mountain gate will inevitably have the founding emperor of the imperial pen inscribed two words, the list of Yue words, must also be written in ancient style.

Later generations of literati and monks and immortals have explained this in thousands of ways, and as for the real reason, I am afraid that it has long been annihilated in the dust of history.

Chen saw two backs, one large and one small, sitting on the white stone steps of the archway and whispering.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly. In order to fall into the suspicion of eavesdropping, Chen Pair deliberately coughed lightly when he walked up the steps behind the two, never thinking that one of the two of them would speak energetically, and the other would listen seriously, as if he was unaware of Chen Pair's appearance. Chen didn't care about this, she sat generously at the farthest of the steps, although she sat casually, but the charm of the sitting posture still gave people a sense of uprightness.

One big and one small, using the orthodox Yayan official dialect of Dongbao Aquarius, Chen can understand it, otherwise she would not have come to this town, but it is more jerky to say, so she is very taciturn when she travels with Chen Songfeng and Liu Baqiao, of course, the main reason why she doesn't want to speak is that she still feels that she can't talk to Chen Songfeng and Liu Baqiao, and she is unwilling to speak.

Liu Baqiao is cynical on the surface, but he focuses on kendo in his bones, which seems interesting but is boring, while Chen Songfeng is bent on reviving his family style, seemingly simple but actually thoughtful, the two so-called top handsome people in Dongbao Aquarius are not all the way with her. The Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, and that is the case.

The boy glanced at the woman, who was about ten years older than him, and his impression was really average.

Chen sat there quietly, showing no sign of speaking.

However, after a glance before, I found that the little girl was holding a shiny emerald green gourd, Chen looked at it so old and spicy, and at a glance he knew that it was not a vulgar thing.

The richly dressed boy and the delicate little girl like a porcelain doll are none other than Song Jixin in Mud Bottle Lane and Tao Zi in Zhengyang Mountain.

Song Jixin and Song Changjing went to Li's house to condole before, and they liked the little girl at a glance, because he liked delicate and gorgeous things since he was a child, and rough and simple things were not in the eyes of the law. Tao Zi also has a good eye for Song Jixin, the two have become good friends inexplicably, the key is the age difference, and they can talk together, Song Jixin didn't even feel that he was perfunctory, so that he finally asked his uncle Song Changjing to forcibly let the Li family let him go, and took Tao Zi to play here in the Supervision Bureau, Song Jixin ignored the miserable appearance of the Li family as if he was mourning, and took the little girl's hand and left the gate of the Li house. At the same time, he asked people to send a message to the maidservant in the small house, asking her to find the emerald green gourd in the box and give it to Tao Zi as a gift.

The little girl was very intimate with Song Jixin, and asked coquettishly: "Brother Qianchai, you just talked about the Academy of the Academy of the Twelve Kinds of Archways, before I came here, I heard my grandfather talk to people when he talked about it, the Mountain Cliff Academy in your Dali is now very miserable, do you know what is written on the archway of their Mountain Cliff Academy?"

Because of the last two words in Song Jixin's name, Tao Zi gave him the nickname of Brother Chai, Song Jixin didn't care about it, he no longer cared about the foreign woman's whereabouts at this time, and bowed his head and smiled at the little girl: "I don't know, I haven't walked out of a small town in my life, and I haven't read much, and I've been chatting with you for so long, and my stomach has almost been emptied." ”

The little girl sighed, "I wonder how Grandpa Ape is looking for someone outside?"

Song Jixin smiled, lowered his head and patted the hem of the brocade robe, at that moment, his eyes were complicated.

In the distance, Chen Xiang suddenly asked softly, "Little girl, will your gourd make a sound by itself at some point?"

The little girl turned her head, raised the gourd high with both hands, smiled and squinted her eyes, and showed off: "It was given to me by my brother who moved firewood." ”

Sidestep the question.

Chen had no choice but to laugh it off.

Song Jixin said casually: "Every time there is a thunderstorm, it will buzz. ”

Chen nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's a sword raiser." ”

Song Jixin was a little puzzled.

The little girl in Zhengyang Mountain scrambled and said: "I know, I know, there are three sword gourds in our family, and my grandfather has one, which is gray and ugly." Taibai Peak's Grandpa Liu's cutest, small, palm-sized, swishing, will fly out dozens of small flying swords. Sister Su's one is not big or small, purple and gold color, but unfortunately Sister Su is usually reluctant to take it out, I begged many times before touching it, and Sister Su quickly hid it. ”

Chen Xiang explained: "Little girl, you can't complain about your sister Su, Zijin sword gourd, it is very rare and rare in sword gourd, it can be ranked in the top three, it is estimated that the entire Dongbao Aquarius Continent is the only one in her hand, and Zijin gourd is compared with other sword gourds, although the sword is excellent, but the disadvantage is that it is too brittle and easy to be broken by sharp weapons." ”

Tao Zi hugged the emerald gourd again, "What about me?"

Chen smiled, "It's also very precious." ”

The little girl tugged at Song Jixin's sleeve and said timidly: "Brother Move, do you want to take it back?"

Song Jixin rubbed the little girl's head, full of doting eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't say it's this little gourd, even if I still have it in my hand, I'm willing to give it to you." ”

Chen Xiang remembered an interesting incident and said: "According to legend, in history, the Tiancai and Earth Treasure Building once held an auction, and the final finale was a sword-raising gourd vine that had never appeared, with six small gourd fruits on it. It is said that the Taoist ancestor planted the seedlings in our world before becoming immortals, and I don't know that it took thousands of years to produce that string of small gourds, with different sizes and colors, which are very magical. ”

Song Jixin said with heartfelt emotion: "The world is full of wonders. ”