"Alas, that's right, Brother Qian, if it weren't for the Tiger that time, the little brother wouldn't know that you are still a martial arts master, you are so good at kung fu, why do you stay incognito in Xiaohe Village and don't go outside. Gu Hong toasted a glass of wine, drank it himself, and asked with doubts.

"The outside world is sinister, how can you understand it, Cheng Mou is just tired, and it's not bad to stay and enjoy Qingfu!" Cheng Qian glanced at him lightly, with a hint of comfort and great enjoyment on his face.

Gu Hong looked at him enjoying it, and his face couldn't help but be more puzzled, Cheng Qian was a big hero in his opinion, a martial arts master, and he also taught himself martial arts, he really couldn't figure out this kind of person, how could he be willing to live a dull life?

"Hehe, everyone has their own ambitions, I can't persuade you, junior brother, I still drink bars, but why does Brother Qian write so many 'death' words every day, is it a very powerful martial arts?"

Cheng Qian looked at Gu Hong strangely, raised his wine glass and said, "Do you like martial arts so much?"

"Of course, Brother Qian didn't know that my dream since I was a child was to be a chivalrous man, to help the poor everywhere, to sing with swords, how heroic, I also want people to treat me as a big hero!"

"Heroes are not so easy to do, those mental formulas I gave you, if you practice well, maybe one day you will really become a big hero!" Cheng Qian smiled disapprerovingly, and after taking a sip of wine, he instructed.

"That's for sure, I will practice these martial arts diligently every day, and one day I will become a martial arts master like Brother Qian, and when I am a little successful, my little brother will find you to duel!" Gu Hong smiled happily and patted his chest. Seems to be extremely confident.

"Then Cheng Mou is waiting for your battle book!" Cheng Qian said with a calm smile.

The two talked very happily, and after a while, two hours passed, and now Gu Hong was asking Cheng Qian some questions about cultivation, and every time he asked Cheng Qian, he would give him extremely satisfactory answers, which made him understand something thoroughly, which made him very excited.

Just as the two were talking, a fragrant wind wafted into the house, attracting the attention of the two.

Gu Hong looked back with excitement on his face, and suddenly couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly turned around and said, "Brother Qian." Since this is the case, the little brother will not bother, I will go back and cultivate according to your method!"

Gu Hong said that his body moved, as if he was fleeing, he detoured to the door, and disappeared as soon as he trotted down.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian sighed helplessly: "Sit down!"

A girl in yellow who came in, when she heard Cheng Qian say this, she suddenly snorted: "Hmph, every time I come, I am so lukewarm, fortunately, I am used to it, if you are another girl, who will like you!"

Zhuang Mengying was angry and coquettish. Cheng Qian ignored her, ignored her at all, picked up the brush in his hand and began to write again, his fingers shaking slightly. The word 'sheng' appeared on the paper, and this word seemed to be really alive, making people feel that it was alive at a glance.

Seeing that he ignored himself. Zhuang Mengying seemed to be accustomed to it, sulking and sitting opposite him, holding a basket in his hand. It was placed on the table with a 'bang'.

The word 'death' stopped halfway through writing, and did not continue to write, Cheng Qian took a light breath, looked at the half of the dead word and said slowly: "If you have something, just say it, don't look at me!"

"Hmph! People are kind enough to send you tea eggs, but you treat me like this, I'm really a little angry!" Zhuang Mengying saw that no one was talking in his eyes, so he was angry and snorted and said.

"Tea eggs?" Cheng Qian raised his head when he heard this, glanced at the girl, and the doubts on his face immediately turned flat and said, "Then you can put it here, I'll eat it later." ”

Cheng Qian looked at the basket and exuded a hot breath, obviously the little girl bothered, he was not rejecting people and thousands of miles away, but the other party was not a fellow traveler with him, they couldn't be together, if they had to be forced together, I am afraid that Dao Xin would have regrets for the rest of his life.

Cheng Qian like this, the girl has seen it no less than a hundred times, and every time as long as there is something good, she will send it to Cheng Qian's small hut, but every time she faces it, she is cold words.

"You still know how to eat what I sent, why can't you have a good word with me?" Zhuang Mengying complained with grievances on her face.

"Of course you can speak, what are you doing with so many tea eggs?" Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard this, feeling that he was a little excessive, he couldn't help but reach out and lift the cloth covering the bamboo basket, looked at the contents of the basket and asked.

Zhuang Mengying saw him speak, although she was a little aggrieved, but she still said obediently: "Tomorrow Qingming, my mother boiled more than a dozen catties of tea eggs and distributed them to many people, I saw a lot, so I brought some of them to you." ”

"Qingming?" Cheng Qian glanced at her strangely when he heard this, and he couldn't help but think of his mother hugging him when he was born.

"Yes, it's Qingming, I won't be here tomorrow, I want to accompany my mother to worship my ancestors!" Zhuang Mengying nodded, not knowing what Cheng Qian was thinking, but he still said with some grievances.

"Well, filial piety comes first, worshipping ancestors is a big deal, don't delay the hour, now go back and have a good rest. ”

Cheng Qian took out an egg, easily opened the eggshell, looked at the egg in his hand and nodded, muttering the words of the eviction order.

"Then I'll go, you take care of yourself, I won't be here for the next two days!" Zhuang Mengying saw him like this, and left Cheng Qian's hut with reluctance and grievances.

After the girl left, Cheng Qian was alone, looking at the tender white eggs in a daze for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, Cheng Qian's eyes were a little cloudy and sighed: "Qingming, worship the dead, but the dead also have a way to die, this is reincarnation, but what is reincarnation?"

He couldn't help but look at it again, and the half of the word 'death' that had just been written was silent for a long time.

In the early morning of the next day, Cheng Qian got up early and went out, bought a pot of spirits in the village, and ran straight to the mountain from Xiaohe Village.

Half an hour later, Cheng Qian hiked to the top of the mountain, smelled the fresh air on the top of the mountain, and suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic.

"Mother, Qian'er has never chatted with you since she was born, forgive the child for being unfilial!"

After Cheng Qian took a deep breath, he took out the wine jug, took out a small wine glass from his cuff, filled it with wine, and raised his glass to the sky, his face full of respect. (To be continued......)