The picture scroll in the young man's mouth unfolded slowly, and King Chen's fingers tapped on the table, the cultivation realm was not high, but the skill of the storyteller was really not low.

Suddenly shut up, the young man stared at Chen Sheng, who was stunned, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Sheng came back to his senses and wanted to ask the scribe surnamed Wen and Han Zheng, the king of Zhenbei, what the result was, because the part where King Chen came to an abrupt end was just the fascinating part.

When I looked up, there was no one in the courtyard.

Sighing, Chen Sheng shouted outside the courtyard, "Don't want to come in and sit?"

The girl Hongpan took small steps, sneakily ran over and landed on the stone bench where King Chen was sitting, satisfied.

Chen Sheng stroked her forehead, this girl doesn't look stupid, why did she like such a bastard?

Under the stele at the head of the village, the young man changed into a moon robe, took his figure out of the eyes of mortals with immortal methods, and looked at the person opposite, with a hideous face.

"Why? I didn't even have a smiling face when I saw the old man?" the man's body was vague, bright and uncertain, and his fingertips were playing with a dark black bead.

King Chen was not so much looking at the old man as he was looking at the ordinary-looking bead, in which the thunder flickered.

"King Chen, after guarding for so many years, you don't need to practice?" the man casually threw the dangerous bead and landed on the stone tablet.

The young man stepped on a vague place silently, calmed his fortune, and stared at the guy who had a great grudge in his heart and still smiled on his face.

"Is it interesting to pretend to be deaf and dumb?" a black mist flew out of the air and condensed into a slap.

King Chen's body did not move, and he took this attack that was not weaker than the full palm of the Zhuji monk, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The feet are still rooted, and the long sword is carried diagonally, neither advancing nor retreating.

The man snorted lightly, and played two more shots, both of which were taken by the young man, and the white robe was covered with blood.

The guy half-squatting on the stele pursed his lips, and he was about to launch a fourth blow.

King Chen drew his sword in his hand and shouted coldly: "Three palms are already the limit, don't take an inch!"

The guy who looked more like a young man than King Chen narrowed his eyes and sneered: "In terms of inches, where can I compare to you Chen Dazhenren, it was just enough to kill me back then, why are you still aggressive, take out my tablet from the ancestral hall, move it to the mountain a hundred miles away, and suppress it with the natal spirit sword." ”

Saying that, the man seemed to think of something funny, and suddenly laughed: "Let this guy of yours not advance an inch for decades, and then retreat again and again, to this bleak scene." ”

King Chen turned a deaf ear, the ordinary sword weapon in his hand was unmoved, and his cold gaze was like two sword lights.

"That's it. The man patted his ass and got up, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that now that I am dead, I can still have such benefits, the mountains and rivers are far away, see how long you can live." ”

King Chen put his sword into the sheath, turned around and walked into the village, and the robe on his body changed into a village person's clothes.

Chen Sheng was waiting on the road with a light purple wine jug, and when he saw the bleak young man returning, he raised the wine jug with a smile and said with a smile: "A wisp of ordinary ghost things, even if you can't kill it casually, you can always do it with a spirit rune, right?"

The young man shook his head at first, and then saw Chen Sheng's hand clearly, and immediately became energetic, and quickly stepped forward with angry eyes: "Who made you move!"

Chen Sheng was stunned, because he remembered the words of the girl in red, and his face was a little strange at the moment.

Hongpan said, "My husband likes to drink the most, and he is even more bold in receiving people and things, and he will give a pot of good wine if he disagrees." ”

Thinking about it at this moment, the back of the thief when the girl left was really a little suspicious.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, King Chen was angry, and he was about to punch him, but Chen Sheng dodged him, smiled and handed him the wine jug that was missing, and said, "The thing will return to its original owner." ”

The young man's face looked better, and he fainted as soon as he was relieved.

Helplessly holding the young man, Chen Sheng looked at the small wine jug that fell into his hand again, and waved at a woman on the corner of the street who was probing her brain.

"How did you know I was coming?" the girl Hongpan frowned, looking puzzled.

Chen Sheng smiled lightly, just stuffed King Chen over, and took the red plate hanging on his waist The wine jug, the two of them brought it together to realize the deep meaning.

With a shallow smile, Chen Sheng walked ahead by himself, carrying a small wine jug in each of his left and right hands.

The girl behind her was both surprised and happy, and was surprised that although it was late at night, if she was seen by others, when she went home, she would not only face the scolding of her family, but also be blinded by Mr. Chen.

Joy is naturally to get his wish, holding the man he likes in his arms, and there is a little less regret.

Thinking like this in her heart, the girl's arms tightened a little, and she was a little distressed.

This gentleman who doesn't look thin is so thin.

Sensing the crying of the girl behind him, Chen Sheng suddenly turned around, revealing his magical powers in the village for the first time, using monk methods to isolate heaven and earth.

The scene in front of her suddenly changed, the girl was startled, looked at the white-clothed Taoist who was smiling and groaning, swallowed her saliva and said, "Immortal?"

Chen Sheng shook his head, saying that he was not an immortal in this way, and then he patted a fart very skillfully, saying that King Chen in the girl's arms was the real immortal.

Hearing this, Hongpan was very happy, and had a good impression of this guy who claimed to be a relative of King Chen, but was actually often scolded by the latter.

How bad can a guy who can say such beautiful things be?

Chen Sheng was dumbfounded, a girl of this age, joy and anger were written on her face.

Drifting away, Chen Sheng landed outside the door of Chen Shisan's house, and when he saw the little guy chasing chickens and dogs in the yard, he suddenly remembered that he was also a young man of that age.

With a shallow laugh, Chen Sheng knocked on the courtyard door, and the woman heard the sound and came to open the door, and saw that it was Chen Sheng who gave a gentle salute and let him into the courtyard.

Chen Sheng shouted and beckoned to Chen Shisan, who looked at Chen Sheng's lips trembling as if he was facing a great enemy: "You... You... What are you going to do?"

Subconsciously wanted to look at the woman, but Chen Sheng grabbed her ear with one hand, and went out with it.

"You kid, I'm not a man-eating demon, why are you so scared?"

Chen Sheng walked out of the courtyard, quite helpless, because Chen Shisan clung to the courtyard door, if he forcibly pulled, the little guy's ears and the door shaft would probably be broken.

The woman stood in the courtyard, her face still shrouded in mist, but she could only tell that she was smiling.

Chen Shisan gritted his teeth, extremely dissatisfied with the woman's inaction, if it weren't for the presence of Chen Sheng, who was very terrifying in his heart, he was afraid that he would speak ill of him.

Chen Sheng sighed lowly, and the memory in his mind was true, Chen Shisan's relationship with his mother was not good when he was a child.

With a wry smile and a wry smile, Chen Sheng had roughly guessed where the demon in his heart was, and one of his fears was the problem in front of him.

Without restraint all of a sudden, Chen Shisan was much bolder, dared to glare at Chen Sheng for the first time, hid behind the woman, and made up his mind not to go out.

And I secretly swore in my heart that if this woman dared to stand by again, she would not want to hear a mother's kiss again in three days.

Chen Sheng smiled, it's okay, there is still salvation.

The figure flashed forward, grabbed the collar of the little guy, and Chen Sheng rose up.

This time, the woman Xue was much smarter, and made a blocking action, Chen Sheng was extremely cooperative, and lightly landed on the woman's shoulder, which seemed to be heavy, but in fact it was light and fluttering.

Chen Shisan was so frightened that he cried loudly, and called out the names of many people in the cry, mostly the village elders who took care of their mother and son a lot, and even the king of Chen, who was very tired in his heart, shouted to the highest.

Chen Sheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile and pointed to the young man with a blank face under his feet.

King Chen stood in the courtyard for a long time before he scratched his head and walked into the house with a puzzled face.

Chen Shisan's heart is like ashes, and even the guy who seems to be the most capable in this village can't find out, and I'm afraid that this little life will have to be explained here.

"What, do you think you're dead?" Chen Sheng chuckled, breaking the child's mind.

Feeling that he was going to die, Chen Shisan plucked up his courage and stretched out his arm to grab Chen Sheng, but he was held down by his head, and then Chen Sheng let go.

The half-grown child fell from the sky, and in a panic, he used his hands and feet together, and grabbed a long object.

When he looked up, he found that Chen Sheng was holding a piece of cloth in his hand, which he disliked the trouble and threw on the side of the road half a day ago, and it was a thing prepared by the woman for him to cool off.

Chen Sheng chuckled, exerted his wrist, and didn't say anything more to him, and the two fell in the courtyard.

"Do you really want to kick the door?" Chen Shisan wiped a cold sweat, he didn't like that King Chen, but this didn't mean that he dared to touch his head at this time, besides, there was a girl that Chen Shisan liked very much.

Chen Sheng didn't force him, he stepped forward and kicked open the door of the house, and smiled at the angry Chen Wang: "I haven't heard enough of the story last time, bring someone this time, tell me about it again?"

King Chen's lips trembled, and he was about to be angry, but he was obviously stunned after catching a glimpse of Chen Shisan, this is a rare guest.

Looking at Chen Sheng with puzzled eyes, King Chen got up sullenly, cleaned up a clean place, and set up a few short stools.

Chen Sheng smiled and took the wine melon seeds and waited for the good news.

King Chen glanced at the little guy who was sitting in a precarious position, sighed secretly, and began to talk about the strange things that started in the snow field and then spread to the world.

During this period, Chen Sheng asked a few times, but he was pressed down by Mr. Storyteller with his eyes, and took the opportunity to rub Chen Shisan's head and handed over a handful of melon seeds.

Chen Shisan, who originally had a lot of opinions about this man who didn't do his job all day, was stunned, because today he found that his storytelling skills are really not small.

Looking at it again, Chen Sheng listened to it with relish, and only occasionally reached out to grab the melon seeds, he would be slapped off his palm, and he was angrily glared at by the storyteller with a solemn face.

The little guy stared at the handful of melon seeds in his hand and the tea that appeared in his hand at some point, and his heart blossomed.

Several times when he dared to ask questions, Chen Wang answered patiently, and even more so on the anecdotes of the characters in the story.

Chen Sheng saw that the two of them loved each other, and his expression was strange, but his thoughts had already flown away.

"Madam, where are you going?" Chen Sheng asked with a light smile as he stared at the woman who was in a hurry.

The gentle woman bowed before replying, "It's getting late at night, I'll go find Thirteen and go home." ”

Chen Sheng asked again: "Don't ask me where he is?"

The woman blurted out: "Most of them were lying on their stomachs somewhere outside Mr. Chen's house, or went downstairs to the red plate girl." ”