"What is this?"

Miss Xiaomei leaned over to take a look at it sadly, and said, "I forgot to deal with it." ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and in her wide red sleeves, her bone-like fingers poked out, and with a stroke on the mustard seed bag, the pale golden traces disappeared.

White Mountain: ......

"What the hell is this?"

"It's blood, hee-hee-hee."

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Lie to you."

Miss Xiaomei covered her mouth and laughed "goose goose goose".

Hakusan: ...

Miss Xiaomei finished laughing, and said, "Uncle, let's talk to you, this bag is called a mustard seed bag, and the space inside is about the size of a small grocery room." After dripping blood, you have become the owner of this mustard bag, and you are able to take and put items out of the bag at will.

There are some resources and money in it, you can use it as you like, if it's not enough, ask me to get it. ”

"You... Who the hell is it? ”

"It's not you, it's us, you are my uncle of the Song family, and you are also the Song family... Hee-hee-hee..."

The peach-eyed little wave was serious for less than two seconds, and then rubbed over, almost sticking to Bai Shan from the hypotenuse.

This made Bai Shan can't help but think of some female ghosts who like to lie on men's shoulders.

The reason why those female ghosts lie on the man's shoulders is also because they want to inhale some yang energy?

Thinking of this, he quickly glanced at the feet of the little wave again.

There are shadows.

The feet do not float, and there is a sense of steady grounding.

The little feet were wearing crimson embroidered shoes, as if they were wrapped in a cloud of rippling blood.

As if noticing Bai Shan's gaze, Xiao Lang tiptoed his embroidered shoes, lifted them again, revealing his snow-white feet, and asked softly and glutinously: "Uncle, do you want to touch it?" ”

Bai Shanqi said: "Why do you want to touch it?" ”

Xiao Lang said: "I heard that if the male human moves the lustful thought, the yang energy will be lost very quickly, then I can get a little more." ”

Male humans?

Sure enough, it's not dark, and your brain is not refreshing?

That's revealing too much.

Xiao Lang tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly leaned over and asked, "Uncle, why don't you try?" I'll be careful not to destroy my uncle's foundation. ”

White Mountain: ......

He asked in a tone of "following the customs": "Miss Xiaomei, have you inhaled a lot of male human yang?" ”

Xiao Lang said: "Yes, when those men move their lustful thoughts, the Yuan Shen will burn like a flame, and all that burns is yang."

All I have to do is move my fingers, and the flames will be mine.

Then those men's lustful thoughts are gone, and they will feel comfortable and cold.

However, they will rarely have lustful thoughts in the future, hehehehe.

However, if it were my uncle, I would definitely not be able to do this.

There is an idiom called "Dry River and Fishing", and there is also an idiom called "Endless Life".

I will not dry up and fish for my uncle, but will pay attention to maintenance, and I will carefully lie on my uncle's .........."

Bai Shan looked at her, Miss Xiaomei's words were always so freewheeling, and she was always so able to expand his understanding of the world and grasp more information about the Song Mansion.

...

...

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"Get out for a walk."

"I'll ask two of my family members to accompany you."

"No need, I'll walk alone."

Bai Shan went to the Song family's voucher, and after greeting the guard, he walked out of the Song Mansion.

Along the way, many people saw him, and they all cast their eyes, and then whispered, vaguely hearing some "shit luck", "why", "the status of the son-in-law is low, and he is not so good at home", "don't look at the brocade clothes now, I am sure that I will be stripped of my clothes and thrown out in two days" and other discussions.

These voices finally made Bai Shan feel a little like a son-in-law.

Not only was he not angry, but he felt that there were many more flavors here than in the Song Mansion, as if he had entered a normal world.

He walked south along the road, first went to the county government to complete the formalities for cultivating the new exercises, and then went to his original home to have a look.

Baishan walked all the way, and then arrived at the county office in the center of Taohua County.

After taking out the martial arts order, Shunshun went to the "Wuya" on the spot.

The Great Qianhuang Dynasty, a total of Kyushu, there were many prefectures under the prefecture, and there were many counties in the prefecture, and the counties included villages and the like.

Among a county, the county magistrate is the largest, that is, the county magistrate, who is a seven-rank official.

The second is the county lieutenant, from the ninth grade.

In addition to this, there is a special part, that is, "Wu Ya".

As the name suggests, "Wu Ya" is the yamen that manages the local warriors, and this yamen has a special official in the state capital, named Wuzhi County, Wuzhi Prefecture, Wuzhi Prefecture, and there are also in the larger counties, named Wuzhi County, which belongs to the seven products, but Taohua County is a small county, but there is no Wuya, but only a room to exercise the function of the Wuya.

The magistrate was afraid of trouble, so he threw the matter to the county lieutenant Sima Lei.

Sima Lei is often thrown to the henchmen below to patrol and hunt.

Of course, the patrol will not be registered randomly, but will only give convenience to a fixed few banks, and the "Nanfeng Little Bird Boxing Martial Arts Hall" and "Song Family" are obviously in this list.

But the difference is that the "South Wind Little Bird Boxing Martial Arts Gym" only has "local county-level privileges in Peach Blossom County", while the "Song family" obviously has a lot.

"Yo, isn't this the uncle of the Song Mansion, when will you invite us to a wedding wine?"

As soon as Bai Shan entered the door, the patrol officer in the yain recognized him, after all, he is now a "celebrity" in Taohua County.

In the eyes of others, he has taken a big advantage, and he will have no worries about food and clothing in the next life, even if he is walking on the road, he should smile from ear to ear.

But in Bai Shan's own eyes, he is now like he is on the edge of the abyss, walking on thin ice.

The advantage is to take it, and he is indeed grateful, if he just simply practiced, and then healed the little lady of the Song family, or even "widowed" for the little lady of the Song family, he was very willing, and felt that it was what he should do.

But... The Song family is too evil, and the Miss Song family is evil and evil, and outsiders don't know about it at all.

Hearing the patrol's questioning, the young man smiled and said, "You have to listen to the arrangement of the head of the family." ”

The patrol said: "Yesterday, your Wang Steward came to get a martial arts order for you, saying that this tiger-shaped fist is a good kung fu of the Song family, and you are really a sparrow climbing the branch and turning into a phoenix, and your luck is really enviable." What to do today? ”

Bai Shan said: "Adding another exercise should be the exercise that the Song family has the right to teach." ”

"One more?!" The patrol was stunned and said, "Say it." ”

Bai Shan said: "Clear light mind, clear water, light of light." ”

"Mental method?" The patrol looked stunned, his eyes flashed, and he raised his head and asked with a smile, "Have you studied martial arts before?" ”

Bai Shan shook his head, and then said all the words he had prepared before: "The housekeeper said that it would be renewed in a year, so I wanted to simply register it as soon as possible, and after the Tiger Shape Fist, I was ready to cultivate this Clear Light Mind Method." ”

And he signed up for one.

Anyway, even the [Tiger Shape Fist] in the martial arts order is fake, what does it matter if there are a few fewer doors?

The patrol seemed to accept this reason and asked, "What about the Song family's certificate?" ”

Bai Shan took out a piece of paper stamped with the seal of the Song family from his arms and handed it over.

The patrol took it, compared the voucher seal with the retention seal, and said, "Okay, but you have to wait a little, I have to check this Qingguang heart method first." ”

Bai Shan said: "I'm tired." ”

The patrol returned to the back hall, came out with a thick booklet, and then began to search, and before long, he raised his head and said: "Well, the Song family can teach the [Qingguang Heart Method], and it is at the prefecture level?" You bring the martial arts order, and I'll register it for you. ”

Bai Shan handed out the martial arts order and said, "It's troublesome." ”

After receiving the martial arts order, the patrol turned around and entered a closed room, and after a few minutes, he turned back and handed it back.

"Thank you."

"You kid is really lucky, I just looked through it, and I found out that the Song family can actually teach so many exercises, even at the state level, and they can still be specially approved. This is a real powerful family, and it has a big background. The patrol sighed again and again, his eyes were glowing with lemons, very sour, and at the same time, he also dispelled the idea of "tracking down whether this uncle of the Song family had learned martial arts before".

Bai Shan glanced at the martial arts order.

【Hakusan】

[Identity: Son-in-law of the Song family in Taohua County]

[Realm: Not into the stream]

[Tiger Fist (Forging Level) (Prefecture Level) (Taohua County Registration)]

【Qingguang Heart Method (True Qi Heart Method) (Prefecture Level) (Taohua County Registration)】

The information had been added successfully, Bai Shan said goodbye politely, and then turned around and walked out of the Wuya of Taohua County.

Outside the yamen, the sun was shining.

White Mountain walked briskly.

He muttered in his heart: "It seems that the yamen is really interested in stealing martial arts, so next time it's better to 'step by step' to avoid causing unwarranted trouble." ”

...

In the old house in the south of the county, three porcelain bowls are well placed, the pots are cleaned, the rather old quilts are neatly folded, the gaps in the roof are repaired, and the sunlight slanted out of the window, shining out the fine dust that rises and falls in the air.

Obviously, Bai Miaochan came back yesterday and cleaned up her home.

The young man stood in the old house, looking around, with a little reluctance in his eyes.

He came today, and I don't know when he will come back next time.

Even if it's a kennel, after eight years, it's emotional.

The scenery outside the broken house, the weeds and trees in the yard, the starry sky and the sun on the broken house, all seem to be old people.

When all of this is suddenly going to change, there will be reluctance in the bottom of my heart, because you know that after all these years, these old people will never be seen again.

Bai Shan pulled out a long wooden bench with some cracks and graffiti marks and sat on it.

The dirt is potholed, and the benches are uneven.

But this bench was made eight years ago, when he was still a big boy, and Bai Miaochan, who was already like a girl, did it together.

He gave a look of remembrance, then put it back on the bench.

He was going to find Bai Miaochan.

Home is not a house, but with loved ones.

Bai Miaochan is his only relative.