Jing Ming felt that he was falling from the sky.

I don't think about anything else, just because falling from the sky is better than coming out of the ground, I looked up at the night sky of Fengtian City full of stars and moons, I didn't think that it was late at night when I got home for lunch, and I had to think about whether I would gain weight when I ate supper at this time.

Mukden alley.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the houses on both sides were elongated, and there were black holes in all directions, and unknown cries were heard from time to time.

At the other end of the alley, leaning against the wall, there was a figure standing on the road, probably feeling that his posture was not chic and handsome enough, and his not very tall body insisted on lifting one leg and pressing the soles of his feet against the wall, he turned his head and smiled at the young man, as if to say: "You kid can make me wait." ”

Jing Ming came together with him.

The two of them walked through the dilapidated mansion of the Yudeshui family who had been away from home for I don't know how long, and the two of them returned to the general's mansion in the corner together, the melons and fruits on the melon shelf were green and hung with dew, which was very cute, Jing Ming was a little hungry, and hit the old Zhang head with his shoulder whose cooking skills were as amazing as martial arts, whether he was that person or not, he regarded it as if he was that person, and the two hands were held in front of his chest, posing with the majesty of the general's son, and said: "Lao Zhang, this son is hungry, you go to the fish and water to see if there is bacon, pick a few chili peppers and fry them." ”

You don't need to talk all the time.

Just looking at him with his hands in front of his chest and looking like he was you, Jing Ming knew what he was thinking.

Putting it on his shoulder, he took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his arms very boldly, and said, "How about it, it's not enough, if it's not enough, I still have it." ”

and the gesture hand will be put into the bosom again.

The old man is bad, he has already taken the silver ticket, and his eyes are still looking at the boy who is forcibly pretending, he has watched this guy grow up since he was a child, if this kid can take out a child now, let alone this supper today, and tomorrow's breakfast will be made for him together.

Jing Ming's hand was withdrawn from his arms in embarrassment, his facial skin was very thick, but he was not embarrassed at all, pushed Lao Zhang's head down to the kitchen, and said, "Hurry up, only if you do it well, you will be rewarded." ”

After Jing Ming went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes, the old man who was quick with his hands and feet had already cooked a table of dishes.

Today, this old man seemed to be in a good mood, and brought out the wine, not asking Jing Ming whether he drank it or not, he was as domineering as the guy who forcibly invited him to drink tea, and poured a full bowl and handed it to Jing Ming.

Jing Ming sat down in his position and said, "Are you him?"

The mysterious Zhang Xiaojing.

This mysterious old Zhang Tou.

Is it a person?

During this time, the young man has been thinking about this question in his mind, and the handsome temper at the time of drinking tea was uncertain, for fear of being slapped to death, so he naturally didn't dare to ask, and he was much more bold to this old face young man who had seen it for more than ten years, and asked directly.

It was Shi Xiaojing drinking tea.

At this time, the old man was drinking, just like the man drinking tea, the old man drank all the wine, and the oily palm touched the skin of his mouth, saying that it was indeed a conspiracy between the two, and he dangled around with slippers hanging on his legs and toes, and a portrait of Miss Su not at home letting go of herself, and said: " Boy, don't you see the miserable appearance of the Song family's father and son, Song Xiaozi will pity the jade when he arrives, his gorgeous outfit almost brightens the eyes of the blind old man, so a large bouquet of flowers The old man I look at is strange, the kid's mouth is not sweet, and he said a lot of love words in the black light, but fortunately, the old man I have been through the wind and frost for a long time, and I have passed the grade of the spring movement, if the average little girl can hold it. ”

Jing Ming drank a wine, which was not spicy, so he told the result first, and said, "You beat him." ”

The old man snorted, with a look of course, and said: "That stinky boy is holding a pair of hands that are not disciplined, touching the old man's body, and pulling my old man's clothes, can I not beat him?"

The wine is spicy, remembering the miserable image of Song Hanchuan's kid being beaten and crawling around in the black light, Jing Ming raised the wine, there should be wine at this time, and he should give a bowl of wine to the old man with a bad stomach on the other side.

Lao Zhangtou drank a large amount of himself.

Jing Ming learned his massive amount and pinched his nose and drank it all.

Jing Ming rescued Sikong Xinxue from the mountains and introduced him to Xifeng City, on the other hand, he and Yan'er's bad old Zhang Tou together, and he carefully dressed up instead of Xinxue to enter the small building carefully arranged by the Song family, which also made this old man suffer, Song Hanchuan was beaten by Jing Ming and lay on the bed for several days, even the work in the crotch of the pants was completely lying in the nest, but also fortunately, Huang Shenjun, the eldest prince of Jidao, specialized in treating all kinds of incurable diseases, and saved Song Hanchuan from the good state of pure heart and few desires。

Jing Ming picked up the wine jar and poured a full bowl for the old man, after thinking about it, he added a little bit to the empty bowl, and the old man stretched out his hand and poured down a full bowl of wine on the wine jar.

Lao Zhangtou put chopsticks and bacon in his mouth, and said: "Boy, you have to have fun drinking with my old man, you pour the bottom of the bowl to fool the old man and me." ”

The old man laughed again, as if he was thinking of some great pleasure, and his palms kept patting the table, and said: "The old boy of the Song family is much worse at eating, at first I thought that this old boy was angry with the stunned boy, and when the smoke drifted in, I knew that he couldn't hold the work in the crotch, and the guy in the crotch became the head and led the nose, and the old man had to satisfy him." ”

After the two bowls of wine were eaten, they probably felt that the thing in the bowl was not so spicy, so he also took the wine bowl up, and toasted to Lao Zhangtou, saying, "You hit him." ”

"Haha...."

The old man laughed, knocked his palms on the table and shook the poor table from side to side, almost tearing down the old man and the young man, and said: "Can I not beat him, what kind of indiscriminate means are putting smoke, so unruly, the old man I not only beat him, but also hit the guy in his crotch and can't raise his head from now on." ”

The night is quiet under the moon.

It was already the middle of the night, and the sky was so big that it was clear that it was impossible to see the moon behind the mountain.

Jing Ming's face was flushed, and he asked a word that was incompatible, and said, "What kind of person is Dongfang Xiaobai in Qingshan?"

The old man who raised the wine bowl and was about to drink paused slightly, and immediately drank the wine quietly, this time he rarely did not play sloppy, and said: "He, he is a good person, but he loves to have a runny nose." ”

The old man was staggering, and if he didn't play sloppy, it sounded like drunken talk.

Jing Ming was bent on pouring wine into this old man, not to mention the shaking of his own drinking, he stood up and wanted to pour it for the old man, he was top-heavy and fell to the ground crookedly, a good jar I don't know how many hundred years of wine I treasured, and the young man who poured it out in vain was all over the belly.

The drunken young man still muttered, "Is that you?"

The old Zhang Tou who was sitting opposite was not shaking his body at this time, and his face was not as rough as the old bark, and the color was round like a young man in his thirties.

He took another sip of his wine.

Miss Su likes to drink tea, so he tries hard to learn to make tea.

How can this tea be as delicious as this wine?

Zhang Xiaojing grabbed the whole jar of wine, tilted his neck and poured the whole jar of wine into his mouth, he hadn't drunk so happily for three hundred years.

Approaching the early morning, the night sky that had been bright all night was indeed a dark cloud, and after a while, the entire Fengtian head was covered, and the sky in July was the time for the thunder to vent, and the thunder roared continuously and terrifyingly.

Zhang Xiaojing stood up, the iron sword crooked next to Jing Ming roared, and jumped up like a young girl in Huaichun to fly into the arms of the old man, Zhang Xiaojing flicked the tip of the sword with his two fingers, and his unsightly iron sword pierced the night sky of the black cloth in the middle of winter, and slashed a sword on the canopy, and the sunlight pierced through the cracked gap, and it was indeed dawn.

The sword fell from the sky, still slanted beside the boy.

Zhang Xiaojing walked to the edge of the well and just said, "Up?"

The old dragon king, who had been shivering all night under the water, jumped up, and there was no need for Zhang Xiaojing to ask, it just poured beans into a bamboo tube to release the breath, how to devour the demon life with cucumbers, and was ready to use a life to do anything, and there was absolutely no concealment.

It's not that this old dragon is really honest, but this old guy doesn't dare.

Zhang Xiaojing glanced at the melon shelf carefully planted by Miss Su, a withered yellow leaf fell from the shelf, the old dragon's hideous face changed greatly, his eyes were extremely painful, and he kept saying: "Spare your life, Uncle Zhang, you will spare your little life." ”

In the attic of what is called a haunted house in the distance, the little boy Bao'er rolls on the ground in pain, and his mouth screams like an old dragon.

After half an hour passed like this, the old dragon finally stopped, his head focused on the ground, and said, "Uncle Xie is not killed." ”

Zhang Xiaojing said: "I don't care what you want to do, but since you surrender to me, you can't leave the Lei Chi for half a step without my permission." ”

Zhang Xiaojing didn't kill it, nor did he kill the incarnation, but completely cut off the connection between the two of them.

How dare the old dragon say a word.

Zhang Xiaojing pointed to the east and said, "I need you to protect that place for at least three hundred years......

The morning sun shines brightly..... Jing Ming's fingers moved, grabbed the unknown thing that was pasted on his face, and when he was about to throw it away, he fixed his eyes and saw that it was indeed a fluffy red fox with a fluffy pestle and a tail wagging around.

This thing scared people to death when it opened its mouth, and its voice was crisp and beautiful: "Dad, you're awake." ”