As soon as these words were spoken, the little girl Ye Zhi's cheeks turned crimson, and her eyes when she looked at Jiang San were full of "not serious".

Lao Chen was drinking, choked on Jiang San's sassy words, and said angrily: "You melon baby, the dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth!"

Seeing that Lao Chen reacted so violently, Jiang San smiled.

In order to hide the embarrassment, Lao Chen poured a glass of wine for each of them, and when it was the turn of the little girl Ye Zhi, Ye Zhi hurriedly blocked the bowl: "The wine is not good, choking..."

Lao Chen smiled, but he was not reluctant, he worked for one night first, and motioned for a few people to drink it all.

Qinglin smelled the strong aroma of wine, and as soon as the wine entered his throat, he immediately overflowed with mellow fragrance and left a fragrant fragrance in his teeth.

Jiang San sighed a few times, licked his mouth, took a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it in his mouth, and muttered: "Damn Lao Chen, you haven't answered my question yet, have you ever been to the Qinglou?"

Lao Chen glared: "Do I look like that kind of person!"

Jiang San licked the oil on his fingers: "Then you are so pitiful, the mother-in-law left early, and she has not even been to the Qinglou."

Tut, although I am poor, but the kiln is not less shopping, if you want to say that our girl in Qingyang Town, that is a water spirit, just looking at it, you can hook your soul, to the bed, it is even more amazing, it is simply making people want to die. ”

Lao Chen was unconvinced and said: "Put your melon baby's bullshit, how big is Qingyang Town?

Compared to the girl, it has to be even better than the Qinglou in our Qing court.

That face, that figure, just sitting in front of you, can make your blood gush, and you also know how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, vassal elegance, can you compare with the sesame in Qingyang Town!"

Jiang San immediately smiled and said: "Lao Chen, I don't fucking admit that I have visited the Qinglou, otherwise how can I know that I am so clear, I will give you a chance to punish myself with three cups, otherwise I won't be able to spare you." ”

Lao Chen was speechless and wanted to justify, but seeing Jiang San's evil smile on his face, he knew that it was useless to say anything, so he poured three cups himself.

When the little girl heard such rough words, her face was already flushed with shame, and she didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of making a joke.

Qinglin was impregnated by Jiang San's emotions, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Only Lan Miao, a person was silent, drinking glass after glass, as if he didn't know anything, in front of him, there was only wine.

On the fence outside the yard, surrounded by a few small red flowers, with buds waiting to be released, a light breeze blew, blowing down some osmanthus flowers on the laurel tree, and falling on a few people who were already drunk.

The little girl, Ye Zhi, looked at the few men swaying around the table and couldn't help but shake her head.

Lao Chen's six altars of daughter red have already drunk most of them.

Jiang San and Lao Chen were pulling skin while drinking, the more they drank, the more energetic they became, and at the end of the drink, the two began to hook their shoulders and backs.

Jiang San said that he would take Lao Chen to explore the rivers and lakes, and Lao Chen said that he would take Jiang San to the Qing Court City to visit the best green house and sleep with the most beautiful girl.

Qinglin also drank a little too much, he didn't deliberately use cultivation to suppress the drinking, so he was a little top-heavy, and in a daze, he felt that Jiang San pulled him over, hooked shoulders with Lao Chen and the three of them, talking and laughing, but he didn't remember what he said.

Only Lan Miao, cup after glass, until she poured herself into a daze, kept slapping the table with her hands, shouting "Wine, give me wine." ”

It took a lot of effort for the little girl to drag the four of them into the house, cover them with cold clothes, and then clean up the mess on the table, already tired and sweating.

When the little girl finished all this, leaned under the osmanthus tree, smelled the fragrance, and said in her heart, such a plain life is actually quite good, if she can, she is willing to live like this every day, if her father's illness can get better, it will be better.

The first to decant wine was Qinglin.

When he woke up, it was the middle of the night, and in the darkness of the night, his eyes could see everything clearly.

He took off the clothes he was covering, and saw Jiang San, who was not far away, resting one leg on Lao Chen's nose and snoring.

Lan Miao was groggy, obviously still drunk, and they were also covered with clothes, which must have been made by the little girl Ye Zhi, it was really embarrassing for her.

Qinglin walked out of the house, the small courtyard was quiet, the moonlight was shining in the sky, and the little girl Ye Zhi was lying under the laurel tree, curled up, as if she had fallen asleep.

The autumn night was still a little cold, Qinglin took out his clothes, gently draped them on the little girl's thin body, felt that it was not enough, and took off the cyan coat to warm the little girl.

When the moonlight shone on the corner of the little girl's mouth that day, she seemed to be smiling, smiling very happily, maybe it was some sweet dream.

Qinglin leaned on the other side of the laurel tree, and found that the moon in the sky was big and round, and he was shocked to realize that it was a full month after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the past, they all lived with their grandfather and three masters, but now, I don't know where they went?

Under the bright moonlight, a dark cloud suddenly floated.

Qinglin frowned, condensing his qi.

The dark clouds drifted closer, revealing his true body, which was a black shadow in black clothes and black pants and black veil.

He came from mid-air, like Feihong stepping on snow, and a little cold light in his hand shot into the green forest under the laurel tree.

The Qinglin bamboo sword was already in his hand, and the white sword flashed, blocking the cold light, it was actually a leaf.

The man fell lightly to the ground and said to Qinglin, "Follow me." ”

Qinglin didn't know where he was, and when he saw that the man had flown away, he didn't think much about it, and flew away to chase after him.

Chased all the way to the gate of the city, under the big locust tree.

The man jumped up to the top of the city, and Qinglin followed.

The black-gauzed man suddenly waved his hand, and hundreds of green lights galloped towards him.

The sword in Qinglin's hand swung forward, and the sword qi swept through, and hundreds of green lights turned into ordinary locust leaves, falling to the ground, covered with a layer of frost.

This kind of ability to pick leaves hurts people, so that Qinglin dare not underestimate.

The man also praised: "Rin Sword, if you can really freeze everything...

You try this..."

The black gauze man's hands and fingers were slightly opened, and countless invisible qi machines immediately came to the green forest.

Qinglin had nowhere to dodge, and was shrouded in the black gauze man's silk-like qi, and he couldn't move immediately.

"I think your knife is good, pull it out and try it?"

When the black gauze man's words fell, Qinglin found that his body was uncontrollable, and his left hand was involuntarily, holding the handle of the knife and slowly pulling it out.

Qing Lin was shocked, this black gauze man's qi was both weird and brutal, bound to people, and could manipulate people like dolls.

Don't dare to slack off, the center of his mind flashed, and a cyan light in the sea of qi came in an instant, breaking all the qi that bound him, and when his body returned to freedom, he held the wooden sword and swept backwards.

"Instant shot!"

The black gauze man's eyes flashed, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

At the head of the city, which is dozens of feet high, the black gauze man's clothes are blown by the wind, full of mystery.

Qinglin stared at him vigilantly: "Who the hell are you and what are you going to do?"

The man in the black gauze just said indifferently: "I want to see your knife, you might as well try it." ”

Qinglin shook his head: "My knife, until the time of life and death, will not come out." ”

"Oh?"

The black gauze man nodded: "In this case, keep this knife for now, and when you ask me in the future, it's not too late to see you." ”

After he finished speaking, his figure turned into a streamer, and he was already far away.

This mysterious man comes and goes quickly.

Qinglin really didn't know the purpose of the man, so he had to whisper, what a strange guy.

Back in the courtyard, Qinglin sat cross-legged under the osmanthus tree.

Holding the knife in his left hand, he breathed in, and the qi between heaven and earth was like a gossamer, a trace of it drilled into his body, and finally poured into the wooden knife from the air pocket of his left hand.

Since the moment of cultivation, he has always insisted on cultivating his sword intent with his own qi, and he has never stopped for more than ten years.

The master said that the wooden knife is warmed by its own qi, and before the knife gives birth to spiritual wisdom, it is absolutely not allowed to use the knife, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted.

If life and death are at stake, you have to go under the knife, it's another matter.

Now Qinglin has been raising wooden knives for more than ten years, and there is no way.

It's just that I feel that I am almost integrated with the wooden knife in my hand, and I can call it and go away immediately, but it is still far from the wooden knife giving birth to a knife spirit that is like a human being and has an independent will.

Fighting against people during the day, Qinglin only exudes a little sword intent, and he can scare the happy boy back.

It is conceivable that the sword intent condensed over the years will be swallowed up on the day when it is released!

Qinglin's breathing was rhythmic and orderly, the qi flowing between heaven and earth was surrounding, and the whole person's mind seemed to be clear, and his thoughts were floating around.

The osmanthus tree swayed in the breeze, and the little girl's leaf branches slept very sweetly under the tree.

In the room, Lan Miao was drunk, and Lao Chen was holding Jiang San's thighs and snoring.

Jiang San muttered to himself in his sleep, Lao Tzu will one day become a master as tall as a hundred stories and fight side by side with Xiao Linzi...

Sensing that Jiang Sanyi was in an orderly manner between exhaling and breathing, it seemed to be a hidden mystery.

Qinglin was a little pleased, it turned out that he had already touched the threshold of the Qi Condensation Realm, these days Jiang San was carrying the black knife, but he had never slackened for a moment, maybe when he finished the 100,000 times, he could step into the Nine Rank Condensation Qi Realm, and then he would be very happy.

When the sun shines on the earth, it means that the morning has arrived, and it also means that it is time to part.

The three of Qinglin wanted to rush back to Qingyang Town, because Sister Qing was still waiting for his medicine and could not be slackened.

Lao Chen is a little reluctant, he has been lonely all these years, it is rare to have someone who drinks with him, he is about to leave so soon, and he is very reluctant.

Drinking with Qinglin Jiang San and the two juniors, like friends for many years, he has no scruples, he can say anything, Lao Chen doesn't care about their identity cultivation, and he doesn't care about age, even if Jiang San always says "fuck it", he never feels harsh, but is very kind.

Maybe a real friend, regardless of identity or age, as long as it is the right person, even if the time spent with each other is short, it is unforgettable.

When they parted, Lao Chen said, "I'll send you." ”

So, he sent a few people out, to the gate of the city, to the shore of the Qingting Lake, to the canopy boat, and still stood on the shore, smoking dry tobacco, looking at their figures, and unwilling to leave for a long time.

Several people boarded the boat and waved to the old man.

"There will be a period later. ”