"Master, what did you give me? I feel better, so I'll give it to my disciple again. ”

Ling Zhu didn't expect this little guy to come out of the psychology of killing so quickly, which is enough to show that his psychological quality is very strong. You must know that the first time you killed someone, you couldn't sleep for three days and three nights, even if that person was heinous, it was still very uncomfortable, and it is still fresh in my memory.

But this little guy has killed so many people, but he can act like no one.

Isn't it the reason why he has been brain-dead since he was a child?

Thinking of this, the girl was relieved.

"You go out and set up a carriage."

couldn't help but wake him up, even if the indecent picture was covered by clothes, but he saw it with sharp eyes, it was just a shame!

Now I can't wait to get it out.

She's been putting up with it for a long time......

The sound of the car squeaking and squeaking was particularly monotonous and lonely, and Jiang Hu was extremely depressed, sitting in front of the carriage as a driver.

Although he was an old driver in his previous life, he didn't know how to drive a carriage at all, but fortunately, this horse was clever and pointed where to go. The horse seemed to be glad that he had a companion to blow the wind with him, and nodded his head and barked his teeth as if to laugh shamefully.

Jiang Hu is not used to it, give it a whip on the buttocks, the white horse raised its hooves and ran away, this speed is much faster than the horse in the impression of the previous life, and the horse actually exudes a trace of force to support its own movement.

I secretly sighed at the strangeness of this world in my heart, and my eyes were full of hope for the future.

In his previous life, his ideal was to feed horses and chop firewood to travel around the world, but before he started his business, he collapsed in the middle of the road, and he came to this world by mistake.

What is the ideal in this life?

Jiang Hu seems to have found the goal of life, that is, the ideal of countless original masters, impacting the highest peak of the Force, constantly strengthening his own cultivation, reaching the peak of life, and then wandering the world to become a ranger.

See the prosperity of the world and travel all over the mountains and rivers.

Thinking of this, the blood was surging, and the speed of the horse also reached its peak, the horse raised its hooves and galloped wildly, and the horse's body raised the rolling red dust.

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost. The heart is like the Yellow River. Twenty years of vertical and horizontal, who can resist. Hatred is mad, and the long knife is directed. How many siblings are buried in their bones. What a pity to die to repay the family and country. I couldn't bear to sigh, but I was speechless, and my eyes were full of blood and tears......"

The young man was in high spirits and sang with his voice.

The impassioned singing, accompanied by the neighing of horses and the rolling of hooves, gave the desolate desert a little life.

Even the girl in the carriage pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

Lingzhu has never heard such a tactful and beautiful song, and the lyrics are so rich in vicissitudes.

The literary style of Watergate is very prosperous, and poetry and songs are very popular, and such wonderful poetry can only be created by Watergate. Legend has it that Watergate is the cradle of culture in the original realm, and most of the countless poems and songs in the original realm are produced in the country of Watergate.

In recent years, the literary style of the fire tide has gradually prospered, especially in the aristocratic circle, especially like poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Naturally, she likes it too......

The ballad was so beautiful and magnificent, she had never heard such a magnificent and melodious tune.

Watergate's famous song is also basically familiar, this song is the first time I have heard it, and I was really amazed, giving people a refreshing feeling, and secretly praising good songs and good songs in my heart.

After listening to the young man's singing, she couldn't help but ask curiously. "Where did you learn that? I have never heard such a beautiful song, the tune is sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes impassioned, the words are magnificent, and the military career is very good, this is not your Watergate's song, there seems to be no such ballad over there. ”

"This ......" Jiang Hu wanted to speak and stopped, it was over, and he couldn't make it up. Ahem...... My eldest man taught me, he is a great talent, and making up a tune is nothing. "In a hurry, I have to use Da Lang as a shield, and I can pretend to be forced in the name of Da Lang.

It's like the people around him in his previous life, who often boasted that he had a cousin, how rich he was, and how powerful he was.

I secretly felt guilty in my heart: Da Lang, I'm sorry, San Lang has no choice but to use you for emergency, anyway, you ran away from home, and it shouldn't be a big problem to use you as a tool to deal with this cruel and brutal master.

"It's really nice, I didn't expect your eldest man to be so talented, but he is a literati, which is really rare."

"Master Xie's praise."

Hearing the girl praise Da Lang, as happy as praising herself, Jiang Hu showed an innocent smile.

"Which river is the Yangtze River? And the Yellow River, why haven't I heard of it? ”

The girl is also well-informed, and she has basically seen the map information in places she has never been, and there are no Yangtze and Yellow Rivers in the original five countries.

"Uh...... I don't know, I have to ask Da Lang to find out, haha. Jiang Hu snorted, one lie is destined to be covered up with multiple lies, and he regrets that he has spoken too much.

"Hmm...... Nice to hear, you...... Keep singing. ”

Ling Zhu wanted to continue listening to this song, but he was a little embarrassed, his face was slightly red, and his eyes glanced at the door curtain, but fortunately, there was a door curtain and he was not found. She has been fond of singing and dancing poetry since she was a child, and when she hears such beautiful music, she can't help but want to include it in her mind and remember it firmly.

There are beautiful women listening behind him, Jiang Hu uses all his skills to make the song sound more tactful and listening, the sound is like a bell running through Changhong, and the sound is like a magnificent sea.

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost. The heart is like the Yellow River. Twenty years of vertical and horizontal, who can resist. Hatred is mad, and the long knife is directed. How many siblings are buried in their bones. What a pity to die to repay the family and country. I couldn't bear to sigh, but I was speechless, and my eyes were full of blood and tears......"

Gradually, Lingzhu also hummed, this song did sing about the situation of the fire tide.

The enemy army on the border often invades, as well as the natural disasters of the beast tide, all of which rely on the soldiers to defend their homes with their lives, and the song and dance can be leveled within the fire tide.

In the end, it went from singing alone to two singing together.

The originally impassioned singing voice has become melodious and tactful.

Unexpectedly, Lingzhu turned out to be a Maiba, and he couldn't stop at all when he clicked on a good song, his voice was extremely ethereal and good, and he was not inferior to modern professional stars, which made people really enjoy a natural sound.

Night is gradually falling, and when the cultivators are outside, they all use the sky as their bed and the earth as their bed.

Practicing in nature can better collect the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon.

The two of them sat on the spot, resting while cultivating.

Only a bonfire was set up on the scene and a few pieces of dragon meat were roasted, which was simple but enough to make people feel comfortable.

Lingzhu has enjoyed the barbecue of his apprentices many times these days, and his cooking skills are comparable to that of the master of the state banquet, and he can feast on it every time.

"Master, be careful of the burn."

The barbecue meat was bubbling with oil, and no matter how patient Rao is Lingzhu was, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva with a grunt.

The girl stretched out her orchid jade hand, took the barbecue with satisfaction, opened her big beautiful eyes, sniffed the unstoppable barbecue, stretched out her pink tongue and licked it, and then bit it hard.

The taste, the texture, made her feel endlessly happy.

"It smells so good."

Ling Zhu first praised the deliciousness of the barbecue, and then changed the topic.

"You said that your eldest man is a genius, so he must be very good at writing poetry? Anyone who has the name of a talented man can write poetry. ”

She asked as she bit the roast meat in her hand fiercely, revealing two pointed canine teeth, which was extremely cute.

But it was a little terrible in Jiang Hu's eyes.

"Nope! I've only seen him write one song, the one he sings today. He insisted on it, and simply blocked the road, so that the girl died of this heart.

Ke Lingzhu is well-informed and writes such a good song, which is by no means a general person, and only people who understand poetry can be called a talent.

"Little fox, what you said is true? Don't deceive your teachers and destroy your ancestors. The girl pretended to be fierce, cold-eyed and threatening, fierce like a little tigress, and stretched out her pink tongue to lick the oil stains on her fingers, so cute that she exploded.

Jiang Hu didn't have the heart to appreciate the girl's perverse cuteness, he already felt a dangerous aura.

Now there is no way to retreat, and what I say is the truth!

Why do girls always like to mess around?

And also

Bully the teacher, deceive the teacher, why do you want to bring an ancestor to destroy?

"My big man, he's so ......"

Lingzhu took out a dagger to cut the meat, the dagger was extremely sharp, and the meat pieces were skewered like a barbecue, eating with his teeth and claws, seeing that Jiang Hu was terrified, and his little heart couldn't stand it at all, so he quickly changed his words: "There will be some ......"

Now that the situation is grim, in the face of possible danger to his life, he can only continue to do what he is sorry for.

"Come quickly, and appreciate the teacher."

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

Jiang Hu paused word by word, and his tone was frustrated, just like a child reading homework to a teacher. In order to save his life, he had to borrow ancient poems. Fortunately, this is the original realm, so you don't have to worry about the coffin board of the ancients not being able to hold it down, so you can get up and settle accounts with yourself.

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the anthurium plucks the clear waves......"

Ling Zhu played with the dagger in his hand and savored it.

This poem is not poetic, it describes a big white goose barking at the sky in the water, but it is like a child's work, full of childlike flavor.

“...... This sounds like a nursery rhyme, you made it when you were a child, and you actually used it to perfunctory me, didn't you? ”

Is this Master a demon?

Jiang Hu almost knelt, he really perfunctory her, what should I do? The girl's fierceness made every nerve scared, and the master's cruelty had already made him form a conditioned reflex, and he didn't seem to be so afraid of his parents, she was simply his nemesis......

He has a strong desire to survive, so he hurried to make up for it.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

Maybe it's the ghost who makes the gods, or maybe it's the destiny of heaven, and such a song pops up in my head.