The morning Juxian Zhuang is peaceful and quiet.

Ruyan got up very early, fetched water by himself, cleaned the room, and cleaned up in an orderly manner.

Childe never touched her again at night, she is very sensible, she grew up in the theater since she was a child, and she understands very well some superficial human feelings, others are good to you, it doesn't mean that you don't need to reciprocate, on the contrary, many times you need to double the reward.

If others don't say it, it doesn't mean that they don't like you, only if you do well enough, you will win the other party's appreciation for you!

This is the harsh reality.

Singing a scene in the theater may ruin the future, the reality is so cruel, one wrong step, there may not be another chance.

Childe saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, even if he needed someone to serve him and wash up after getting up, he didn't open his mouth to ask for it, and he did it one by one, like smoke.

Until he was about to go out, Childe mentioned a person, Ni Wuxi,

said that the world-famous fallen Fenghua was his maidservant, and he was going to let her make a warm bed, but this trip to Qingzhou was a little troublesome, so he didn't bring it, but the smoke was very similar to her.

Ruyan knew who the person in front of him was called the prince!

After hesitating for a moment, Ruyan did not go to clean up her clothes, but ran out soon after Childe went out, and then silently followed him.

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"Is he leaving?"

"yes,"

Looking at the carriage in the distance, the person who saw off him this time was not Song Ning, but Song Yuyang, the second master of the Song family.

Song Yubo stood on the dock outside Juxian Village and watched the scene of the distant ships leaving with the carriages, constantly touching his beard and looking at the calm water, and the occasional gust of breeze could not change his attention.

Long......

The surroundings have returned to their usual busy appearance......

Song Ning also pondered for a long time like him, and said, "People who can't see through, what will become of him when he goes to Qingzhou?"

"The sky is going to change, and Qingzhou is also going to change!" Song Yubo suddenly opened his mouth and said this sentence that made Song Ning look sideways.

He asked: "Are you going to promise him? This is entering a dangerous chess game, and if you make a mistake, the century-old foundation of Juxianzhuang will be ruined!

"Xiao Ning, the book says that Song Jiang Zhao'an is doing it right, or is it wrong?"

"Huh?"

Song Ning frowned, the scholar had wide sleeves, picked up a fan from behind his waist, and habitually fanned it......

On an early spring morning, there was still a hint of cool air in the swamp, but it was too hot for him!

Heaven is a hundred-year-old prison, the earth is a hundred-year-old valley, the mountains are barren and nine beams, the river surrounds the nine bays, the earth fights the stars, the sun and the moon are in the world, the bones are scattered, and the stars are returned.

The sky is a chessboard star, which dares to play

The ground is made of the strings, and which one can play

Turn the sun and the moon, and train the world.

Michiya!

......

Whew—

"Whew-"

"Xiaobai! You are so unrighteous! How can you escape from the battle? Even if your head can be broken and blood can be shed, you can't lose your ambition!"

"Whew-"

The big white wolf didn't seem to understand, and it was still howling at the sky, and it seemed to look very cheerful. It's like a child who has made a mistake and suddenly finds that his parents are gone, oops, liberated!

"Xiaobai! I'm talking to you! Do you want to be embarrassed? and asked me for two chickens! Are you embarrassed to eat?"

The young man was dressed in black and gray brocade, with a ponytail and a young chivalrous demeanor, with a pair of black leather gloves with exposed fingers, staring at this disobedient big pet with his waist crossed.

The big white wolf just ran around happily, and after a while he went over to drink the water in the pond, and then leaned against the big tree to rub oxygen, as if he didn't mean to pay attention to him!

This made the young man helpless, sighed, and then scolded: "Hey, damn, this time it's really a dumb loss, Liu Tingyu! I didn't expect him to be so powerful! Stinky bitch! Slut, dare to find someone to cover you!"

Look at this big white pet playing happily and not caring about the tragic image of yesterday's failure, which made Song Leize even more angry: "Xiaobai, how can you be like this!"

The big white wolf gritted the trunk of the tree and grinded his teeth, and didn't seem to care about this, but it made the boy feel that he was playing the harp to the cow.

"Damn! you're a shit! foodie!

Xiaobai suddenly stopped, stared at him and bared his teeth, and snorted!

"Hey, you're still not convinced? Who escaped yesterday without a face?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

It seems like it's defending itself, explain!?

"Now that bitch is gone! What should I do! Waste is waste, and explain a fart!"

"Woooooo

The big white wolf finally admitted his failure, grinding his teeth seriously and earnestly, biting the trunk as if he had a grudge, ahhh

"Hey!" couldn't help sighing, Song Leize sat on the stone bench, took out a knife from behind his waist, pinched a piece of wood and kept scratching there!

"Young master, young master, the master is here!"

"Tell him to get out!"

Nation!

The tree trunk was smashed by him, and the subordinate quickly fled with his head in his hands.

"Ze'er!"

Seeing his sulking son, Song Yubo showed a grim expression and glared at him with a slight reproach.

After coming into contact with his father's gaze, Song Leize turned his head away, and did not squeak, let alone want to see him.

But Song Yubo still came to him and looked at him: "Ze'er, you are the young master of Juxianzhuang, so you should have higher requirements for yourself, and do these ridiculous things all day long, is it fun?"

"It's fun, why can't you play?" the young man was angry, picked up his right foot with one hand and put it on his left leg, and put on a rogue posture of holding Erlang's legs, which was a stubborn appearance, and looked down angrily.

"Do you know that if Liu Tingyu hadn't left his hand yesterday, you would have died!"

"Hmph, dead is dead, whatever! Do you care?"

Song Yubo, who was angry at this sentence, chopped off his fingers, pointed at his head and shouted angrily: "You!

"I'm not filial! What's wrong?" The young man still looks like that, and he has an even more unreasonable posture!

"You!"

Is this the posture of a sincere angry father?

Eighth Master Song Liang walked in quickly, and when he saw such an appearance, he hurriedly came over to play a round: "You kid, what are you doing? The second realm in the last realm turned the sky upside down! Big brother, don't be angry, I'll teach him a lesson! You go and rest first!"

The young man is stubborn, tilting his head and pulling his face, he is not convinced, even if the eighth master slaps him on the neck, the neck of the hard stalk is red, and he will not be moved!

The angry Song Yubo pointed at him and scolded: "If you are like this, this Juxian Village will be finished in the future!"

"Juxian Village is yours, not mine! Whoever you like to find to be the owner of the village, you can be the owner of the village! I don't want it!"

"You, stinky boy!" said Song Yubo and was about to take off his shoes!

The eighth master, Song Liang, hurriedly stopped, blocking Song Yubo while stretching out his legs to step on Song Leize's buttocks. It's a pity that the distance is too far, the strength is not enough, and the boy's ass is dead and alive, and he doesn't even move!

"Stinky boy, see if I don't clean you up for your father! You wait, I'll go get a feather duster! Big brother, you go to rest first, don't be angry, this stinky boy has a hard mouth, I'll clean him up, he is most afraid of my feather duster! You go and rest!" said the eighth master, Song Liang, while pushing Song Yubo out of the garden.

However, Song Leize's mouth was upturned, and he was still sitting there with a posture that was more angry than the sky.

After a while, Song Liang really came in with a feather duster, vicious, and immediately frightened Xiaobai and screamed: "Woo woo woo ......"

"Stinky boy, don't run!"

Song Leize still sat there with his butt and didn't move, how could he think about running away!

"Bang!" Song Liang kicked him in the ass again, roaring angrily: "Don't run!

"Hey, Uncle Eight, it's really fighting, don't fight!"

"Stop!

"Is it okay if you don't run? Eighth Uncle, you are really willing to beat me, Eighth Uncle!"

"Don't run!"

......

The two of them didn't run, they just didn't pretend, they just pretended!

Song Liang made a look, Song Leize reluctantly took off his coat, supported the coat with Song Liang, and then took a feather duster and pumped the clothes hard!

"Oops, it hurts!"

"Stinky boy, I still know that it hurts!

"Don't, Uncle Eight, can't I be wrong? Stop fighting! Ouch!"

"It's wrong! Stinky boy!

"I was wrong, Uncle Eight! Don't fight, ouch!"

"Stinky boy!"

Smack-

Smack-

"Hey~y!"

Seeing that this stinky boy was impatient, Song Liang let go and threw his clothes at him, tiptoed to the gate of the garden and looked out. After a while, he laughed and swaggered over! bared his teeth, and then gave a finger to Song Leize's head: "Stinky boy, I really want to be angry with your father!"

With a sigh, Song Leize sat down again after getting dressed, and didn't say a word!

Song Liang's eyes rolled, and he lost his feather duster and leaned over to lean against his nephew: "Let's go, eat roast chicken?"

"Don't go!"

"Hey, what's wrong? Just like that, you defeated our Young Master Lei?"

"Eighth uncle, don't provoke me, who is Liu Tingyu, you will know after a move, I will not be his opponent even if I practice for another ten years! Hmph, people outside say that he is a genius, I bah, I underestimate him too much! His level is at least at the half-immortal level! Half-immortal level! Do you know what it is?"

"Half-immortal level? Hehe, you have such a high opinion of him? Hey, I didn't know you had such a rating for martial arts!

"Hmph, don't look at my master so unreliable, he has a lot of good treasures! It's the forbidden books of the previous dynasty, and he is full of them!" Song Leize's eyes flashed with a smug look, as if he meant to show off, and approached Song Liang and said, "Have you heard of Master Luo?"

"Young Master Luo, that's just a legend!"

"What about Zhao Bawang, is it still a legend?"

"This!, but although Zhao Bawang's martial arts are powerful, it is also because he is the head of the Hundred Medicine Sect, and to say that he is powerful, he has never used the magic technique of sacrificing the heavens with five immortals from beginning to end, if he is said to be a half-immortal, it is better to say that his master Shangguan Xiaoxian is a half-immortal!"

"Who said he hadn't used it? Mortals look at mountains as mountains, mortals look at water as water, how can mortals see Immortal Dafa with the naked eye!?" Song Leize shook his head while learning from someone with a rather proud look.

"This ......" Song Liang also hesitated, not knowing whether this was true or not, but looking at Song Leize, he still asked suspiciously: "What did your master see?"

"Yes! Is there a fake? The earliest book in Duan Wulang, this thing that has been lost can't be fake, right? Eighth uncle, although I gave you a manuscript, I copied it for half a month! I'm tired to death!"

Saying that, Song Leize shook his left hand with a lot of concern, indicating that this work is really hard!

It was Song Liang, who glared: "You work hard...... Uh, but it's also ......" Thinking about it, Song Liang asked again: "One sword retreated 800,000 soldiers and became the emperor, this kind of thing is also true?"

"Flying Immortals!"

Taken aback, Song Liangniu's eyes widened: "Really!"

"Do you know why I didn't bare my teeth with him? Even Xiaobai was afraid! Have you ever seen Xiaobai afraid of my master?"

"That's right, your master always grabs chickens with Xiaobai to eat, and it's a miracle that he hasn't been bitten to death!"

Song Liang thought about it for a while, and then had a thought: "Boy, I have to tell your father, this is important information!

"Hey, hey, hey, Uncle Eight! I told you this, and you just left!

Xiaobai pricked up his ears and took a closer look at the "kind".

"Look at what you said!" this," Song Liang thought for a while, his brows stretched, and he leaned over and said, "That's ......"

In Song Leize's ears, so......

Song Leize jumped up: "Really, Eighth Uncle Xie!"

Saying that, the young man shouted: "Xiaobai, go!"

"Hey, wait, wait until I'm done, and your father agrees!"

"Well, I know, Eighth Uncle, I'll go and ask Uncle Ning for a silver ticket first!"

"Hey, this kid!"

Seeing him leave, Song Liang didn't delay, and quickly went to find Song Yubo.