Jing Ming felt that the scrambled eggs and other dishes he prepared were still good at this time, not only did the mysterious old Zhang Tou finish eating, but also solved the grievances and contributed to the mandarin ducks, asking himself if it was not for his play, maybe the old Zhang Tou was still eating the sunset and the beginning of the moon outside the door.

In the end, there are still some teenagers, when passing by the door of Miss Su's room, I couldn't help but slow down my pace and my ears were erected, I wanted to hear some love words, but in the end I really didn't hear it, and I couldn't help but be curious and put my ears on the crack of the door.

The young man is much more honest than the guy who likes to lie in the corner and listen to the room, after returning to the room, he probably played the brocade guard Li Yubai today, and matched Miss Su and the old man Zhang in a good mood, so he put the matter of Jing Chen not coming back, and fell asleep after a while on the bed.

I was asleep when I suddenly heard a bang next door.

The young man was confused and did not mean to wake up, and there was this strange sound, after the martial intent reached the realm of candlelight, the senses rose sharply, looking for the source of the sound, the young man could roughly judge that the sound was from the old Zhang Tou's room, sure enough, after one or two sounds, there was another sound, this sound was even more amazing, even the tiles on the room were slightly shaken, just after the young man thought that the old man Zhang would be moderate and low-key, there was a fourth sound, this sound was even more arrogant, and even the ash on the wall shook off a layer.

At this time, the young man was still sleepy, got up and tiptoed to open the door, originally wanting to lie on the crack of the door to listen to the specific movement, but the old man Zhang inside noticed it in time and rewarded the word 'roll'.

The boy thinks he is smart, and this 'roll' is angry, but he doesn't simply go back to the room, but he can't even stay in this house.

At this moment, the sky of the original black hole was very abnormally cracked into a piece of skylight.

The vendors on the street thought that there would be heavy rain tonight and all closed their stalls early and went home, and the sun poured down, and they all patted their heads and felt strange, summer came too early, and it was dark even if it rained at this hour, so why did the sun go down at this time?

Strange is strange, can't stop the hard-working people, one after another set up stalls, taking advantage of the sky is not too late to earn some living money.

The teenager did not dare to stay in the house, and was driven to wander on the street.

Jing Ming has lived in Mukden since he was a child, and he has been working as a general's mansion in a small courtyard for nearly ten years.

The big tree ten meters away on the left hand side was originally a stall selling vegetables, and the old man Zhang wanted to drill there when he had nothing to do, but he didn't have Jing Ming angry with Miss Su, and now she did not come out of the stall, replaced by a middle-aged man who was playing acrobatics, this person had an ordinary dark face, and there was a gong not far in front of him.

He held a torch in his hand, apologized respectfully, and slapped his free hand to his mouth many times, and when he breathed into the torch, he saw a pale blue flame erupt, if only that, it would not be shocking, these flames would turn into kittens and dogs, and sometimes turn into butterflies flying up and down with this unrefined man.

"Good ....."

Such craftsmanship naturally attracted bursts of applause.

Jing Ming is also absolutely good, his hand reached into his pocket, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his hand retracted again, this is not for others, there are too many people to reward, and after a while, the kung fu copper coin will fill the gong in front of the artist, since that person is so rich, and the amount is definitely richer than the point in the young man's pocket, naturally there is no need to reward.

Fengtian City was the center of the Zhongyan Dynasty, and outsiders often entered the city on weekdays.

It doesn't feel strange to meet a young man, but today's night is quite abnormal, there are more people than before, turn no more than a dozen steps, and a pair of people come to meet them, both men and women are covered with tulle, through the veil can vaguely see the delicate contours of their faces, they are all born very thoughtfully, the woman is holding a jade flute in her hand, and the man is carrying a piano bag, presumably they are all people of art and music.

Women are like flowers, and men are like bamboos.

Such men and women will be looked at a few more times no matter where they go, most of the eyeballs on the street are taken away by them, there is a skinny scoundrel who does not have long eyes to see the thin man raw, the evening breeze blows and shakes the woman's gauze skirt, the looming skin is as white as Meixue, it is really sultry, and he has the courage to step forward to tease, and he does not want to stare at the seemingly thin man, and the arrogant and domineering scoundrel who is scared of the fart and urine flow, crying directly and going home to find his mother, causing the whole street to laugh.

The couple chose a teahouse facing the street and sat down, and did not want tea in the teahouse, and the man took out the tea utensils, tea leaves, and cooking tea from his bag.

Jing Ming was about to walk forward through the teahouse, and after seeing the man and woman, he decided to stay away from the subtlety, the man glared at him and seemed to be majestic and reprimanded the evil spirit, but in fact his eyes contained the method of martial arts, if he guessed correctly, the heartstrings of the broken scoundrel collapsed, and he had to die violently within three hours after returning home.

As for that woman, with such a ruthless man, can she be a good talker?

"Childe, are you here?" When the young man looked up, he met an acquaintance who he didn't know very well, it was the old man who said in front of the young man that Jing Chen was not a thing.

After the news of Jingchen's sweeping of the beam reached Fengtian, especially today, a triumphal ceremony was held, and the image in the hearts of the people was greatly improved.

The good look of life in front of the teahouse, the appearance of Jing Ming on the street also has a sense of standing out from the crowd, the old man saw the young man from a distance, and there was nothing else to do, just wanted to apologize, after all, Jing Chen is a hero, how do you think about slandering the hero, how do you think it's not a taste, especially in front of someone's son, I feel that I should apologize more.

Victory proves everything.

It's no wonder that the old man is powerful, human nature is like this, and Jing Ming has long forgotten about this stubble.

The old man was talking about the deeds of the great general who heard hearsay, and his eyebrows flew and his mouth frothed, and at this time a swordsman walked by him, this person seemed to come from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, with cold air all over his body, and at this moment the old man just said that Jing Chen cut off the head of Lu Yiling, the general of Liang State, with a sword, and the man swept over with a pair of cold eyes.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and took a step back in fright.

Jing Ming's palm quietly pressed against the old man's heart, and the martial intent slightly spit to dispel the fear in the old man's heart, the old man was also not afraid, with the support of the descendant, he actually glared back at the man with the courage to roar: "What do you see, are you not convinced, those guys in Liang Guo will lose if they lose, why are you unhappy?"

The swordsman was very indifferent, except for that glance, he didn't even give the old man an expression and left.

"Uncle, the sky is not very good, let's go home quickly," Jing Ming looked at the sky and said, the light of the sky came and went quickly, and the dark clouds came faster, and after a while, they occupied the sky again, and seeing that it was raining again, the interest of tourists was swept away.

After Jing Ming separated from the old man, he also walked home.

At this moment, I saw that the pair of people with musical instruments were still in the teahouse, and there was a rich man sitting at the table with them, this member had a slightly round face and a kind expression, and handed a unique sheet of music to the woman, the woman was born with a cold look, but the man smiled and got up to take the score and thanked the rich man.

There are many people born in Fengtian today.

Jing Ming looked at the sky, the rain could not be avoided, and he was about to leave, it was indeed the rich man who walked towards the young man, this person's breath was calm and stable, and the entourage who followed him was not weak, and there was no sway outside this person, so he saluted the young man first, and said: "Little brother, you have learned the way of Qingshan to start martial arts, the old man knows a lot about the law of Qingshan, and it is recommended that the basic starting point is based on the Jin Ge Iron Horse Rushing into battle, and it is better to build a high-rise building on the ground." ”

Li Yubai, who has a great relationship with Qingshan, also said the same, and at this moment, this rich man who doesn't know whether it is good or bad is also like this, and if the foundation of martial arts wants to consolidate stability, it is probably imminent to take the battlefield as the foundation.

Jing Ming thanked the rich man.

The man left with a smile, but the direction of his departure was the fire-playing artist who made a lot of money.

The sky roared, and lightning flashed from left to right with firelight, and the sound was terrifyingly tight, Jing Ming shrunk his neck and quickened his pace to go home.

Heavenly Machine Palace....

The emperor's hair is black like a waterfall, his face is smooth and his expression is like a young man, his expression is a little cold at the moment, his head is crooked to the side, his hand is on the armrest of the dragon chair to support his head, and his eyes are gloomy looking at the water and fire and the dragon and old locust tree coiled in the square outside the hall.

The jade seal of the Great Liang Kingdom was made of hands and feet, and when the emperor's hand touched it, he ignited the luck of the entire jade seal with his own luck, and precipitated a hundred years of luck which is something that a person can bear in an instant, Zhao Gaochi is almost aging and dying, and the people behind the scenes seem to have calculated that the emperor's brother Zhao Gaoming will come to the rescue, and his shot will trigger the luck of Zhongyan Yuxi's country, and he has been prepared to move the water and fire dragon box early on, taking the opportunity to devour the luck of Zhongyan across the country.

The luck of the two countries rose into a dragon and was almost going to heaven.

Unexpectedly, he was poked down by two chopsticks, and Emperor Zhao Gaochi voluntarily dispersed his life expectancy and left only five years to live, bringing the boiling luck back to heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

After the golden dragon landed, it hit the grass in the cracks of the white marble floor tiles, and the grass grew into an old locust tree.

Such a pair of treasures that are enough to make the martial arts world crazy are pestled in front of the Heavenly Machine Palace, like rotten meat, it is too attractive to flies, and the monks on the mountain will definitely come to fight for it.

Zhao Gaochi glanced at Shoufu Yu Jingyang, looked at each other with a bleak smile, and saw what Yu Jingyang was going to say, Zhao Gaochi waved his hand and said, "Ministers, retreat from the court, these things will be discussed tomorrow." ”