Zhuge Chen, who wanted to fall asleep as a deaf ear, couldn't stand Ah Hua then blowing the wind on the pillow, so he had to turn over and sit up annoyedly, and said, "What do you want to eat?"

Ah Hua didn't expect Zhuge Chen to really agree to her some unreasonable requests, and thought for a long time before saying, "I want to eat noodles." ”

Zhuge Chen had to put on a white coat, illuminate the room with sword energy, and walked to the kitchen and noodles. Ah Hua didn't say that it was okay, but when he said this, he also felt a little hungry. Although he is already a cultivator in the realm of pseudo-bamboo baskets, he can easily achieve Bigu. But the gluttonous worms in the stomach are troubled from time to time. What's more, after entering the pseudo-realm, in addition to breathing the essence of heaven and earth, he also has to rely on grains and grains to survive.

A sword cultivator who can already be called a sword immortal in this world, and he has to worry about what to eat, and he is the only one.

Zhuge Chen easily lowered the noodles into the cauldron, moved a bench and sat next to him, staring at the boiling water. He just watched intently, and didn't think about anything else. I just think that if people are like noodles in a pot, what can they do?

After a while, Zhuge Chen gave his own answer, and there was no way.

Just like in the face of the general trend, people and immortals are still involuntarily, let alone ordinary people?

"Childe, the pot is boiling!" Fortunately, Ah Hua suddenly said to remind him, otherwise this pot of noodles that took a lot of effort from Bai Yi would not be able to eat.

After a hurry, Zhuge Chen put the noodles and marinade on the table, took off the wine jug at his waist and put it beside him, and slowly sat down on the chair. He looked at the female fox demon in front of him, who could be called a country and a city, shaking the wine jug, and had no idea of drinking.

Others say that there is a woman at the wine table, and the more you drink, the better, how can you come to him, but there is no taste?

"Childe, why don't you move your chopsticks?" a sly smile flashed across Ah Hua's face, and then she asked. On the side of her bowl was a freshly peeled head of garlic. Originally, when she was waiting for Zhuge Chen to eat noodles, she handed it over and offered her courtesy, not wanting to have no chance at this time.

Zhuge Chen smiled, thanked him, reached out and brought the garlic, smashed it with sword qi after three times and divided it by two, and poured the garlic paste into the noodles. Holding chopsticks and stirring lightly twice, he also began to eat. After tasting it, it seems that instead of regressing, his craft has become more sophisticated. Isn't it a sword practice, but it can also be the same?

This ridiculous idea just flashed in Zhuge Chen's mind, and then he smiled bitterly and scolded himself.

If you don't practice the sword, what can you do alive?

"Childe eats noodles, and it is as fascinating as when he comes out of the sword. Ah Hua only hated that she couldn't meet Childe two years earlier, otherwise no matter who the opponent was, no matter how beautiful she was, Ah Hua would have to snatch Childe from the other party. When it was over, she added faintly: "And unscrupulously." ”

I don't know if what Ah Hua said is true or false, but if it is another person, even if it is a sword cultivator, as long as the sword heart is not clear enough, it may be shaken by the woman's words. How else to say the beauty of the fox demon, the beauty lies in the appearance and the beauty lies in the words?

These three words will make many young heroes on the rivers and lakes lose their armor.

"Don't mind. Zhuge Chen ate noodles and said vaguely: "I am just a sword practitioner, and I am not worthy of so many women's love." In this life, only one person is enough. If you want to mess with flowers, you can do it in the early years. At that time, I was more worthy of these four words than now. ”

In fact, in the original years, Zhuge Chen didn't think it was very good. The four words can be carefree, and it is difficult for anyone to bypass. How many cultivators have spent their entire lives practicing penance and enduring severe cold and heat, in order to be able to do so.

It's a pity that the white clothes used to have it, but now, there is nothing left. He raised his head, looked out the window from the noodle bowl, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said to himself, "It's a good thing to have both people and money." ”

Although Ah Hua didn't understand what Zhuge Chen was talking about, she didn't ask in detail. Just sit on the chair and wait until the white clothes are finished, and then start to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and take them to the sink to wash. Zhuge Chen, on the other hand, stretched his waist, and saw that he didn't need his own help, so he yawned and lay down on the bed again.

Exhaustion hit, Zhuge Chen didn't even raise a sword, so he fell asleep deeply. In his dreams, he saw many strange things, but he didn't take them to heart. So when I opened my eyes and woke up in bed, I just smoothed my frowns.

There was no stove in the house to keep warm, perhaps because of the cold when he slept, Zhuge Chen's body was covered with a quilt. He straightened up his waist in some confusion, and when he was about to get out of bed and fold the quilt, he found Ah Hua curled up in the quilt, lying beside him.

Did you sleep in the same bed with each other yesterday?

Zhuge Chen, who couldn't cry or laugh, didn't bother to think about what kind of thoughts Ah Hua had, and after tiptoeing out of bed, he came to the courtyard and surrounded him with a qi machine traction.

The longer it took him to get the gap, the more extraordinary he felt about this time-stained flying sword. The way of time is extremely difficult to comprehend, even those geniuses who are not born in the world will not rest on their laurels. Otherwise, not only would the realm that could have been grasped in his hands slip away, but it would also be very likely to damage the Great Dao.

is like Zhuge Chen, when he sharpened his sword qi, he didn't have the luxury of time at all. However, it was a blessing in disguise, and the sword qi was heroic, which was no worse than time.

As soon as his mind moved, as the gap swept in front of him, Zhuge Chen could go back to the big battle that happened on the top of the Pingtian Gang Mountain, where even the old gang leader, a Heavenly Mandate Realm cultivator, was almost killed.

Bai Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he already found himself standing on the edge of the battlefield, just the perspective of a bystander. He was purely idle and had nothing to do, otherwise he would not have the idea of revisiting the past.

Looking into the distance, there are so many soldiers and horses, like the tide of the sea, it seems that this time to conquer the Pingtian Gang, it is the Yunmeng Imperial Court that has moved the real fire. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sent so many people.

The two forces naturally do not speculate for more than half a sentence. The time for half the incense stick has not arrived, and the two sides are fighting together. On the side of the Pingtian Gang, the old gang leader naturally rushed to the front, holding a halberd and sitting on a war horse, and there was an invincible momentum. And the leader of the imperial court's military horses is naturally not far behind. Armed with a long knife, but the thieves of the Pingtian Gang had the courage to approach him, they would be cut off in an instant.

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled, the war between the two sides was nearing the end, why was it still evenly matched? If this was the case, why was the old gang leader seriously injured in bed?

Could it be that the assassins of the imperial court hid in the shadows and made a sneak attack?

Before Zhuge Chen could think clearly, he saw that the old gang leader stepped off the war horse and was torn in half, while a black-clothed assassin with a short dagger in his hand looked at the old gang leader who was lying in a pool of blood with a smile. It's just that he hasn't killed him for a long time.

Then the Pingtian Gang hurriedly retreated with the old gang leader, but the terracotta warriors and horses of the imperial court did not chase after them, as if they were letting the other party leave.

At the end of the battle, Zhuge Chen just wanted to put away the gap flying sword, only to see that in an inconspicuous corner, Ma Huang actually bent down on the ground to pick up a piece of gold paper, and then stood up and looked around sneakily. At first, he was not very surprised, but when he looked intently, he saw the phantom of the prime minister on the golden paper.

Zhuge Chen suddenly understood that he could spend energy, and in such a thing that could not be profitable at the moment, only Prime Minister Yunmeng had this "leisure and elegance". The boring thing of the grass snake gray line, the other party always thinks that the more the merrier. Just like when I met him in the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion that day, I didn't have to be as desperate as I am now, but I came to this point.

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes, put away the gap flying sword, and returned to the courtyard with his mind.

"What is Childe doing just now?" Ah Hua, who had already woken up, moved a small bench and sat beside Zhuge Chen, looking like she was willing to hear the details. If Bai Yi refuses to say it, I'm afraid Ah Hua will have to pester him again.

No wonder the world says that one thing descends one thing, and the feelings of Zhuge Chen are here. If it were someone else, it would be just a solution, but even he couldn't bear to use the sword. What's more, the female fox demon didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and her mood was not guarded, she was placed in front of Zhuge Chen, without the slightest scheming.

Zhuge Chen asked Ah Hua to make himself a pot of tea first, and then he lay comfortably in the courtyard to bask in the sun, and said, but it was more like talking to himself: "It seems that the prime minister wants to swallow the Pingtian Gang into his belly, but he just wants to ask for a reward from the imperial court, or to train private soldiers, no one knows for the time being." But no matter what, that Ma Huang should be a key part of the prime minister's layout, and he has to kill him anyway. Am I doing this for the help of the Pingtian Gang? It's a pity that they don't think so. ”

Zhuge Chen laughed at himself and said: "In this world, there is no good skin without you, the realm is not low, and the swordsmanship is also high, so I think you are a good person." What's more, if you pay attention to doing good deeds without leaving your name, isn't it because you are afraid that someone will be puzzled and come to the door to seek revenge? Ah Hua, what do you think is the best way to do good deeds?"

"Childe forgives the sin, this Ah Hua really doesn't know. Ah Hua smiled mischievously, brought Zhuge Chen's teapot, and blew two breaths on it. That cute appearance can only make Zhuge Chen turn his head away and not look at it.

"How could you not know?" Zhuge Chen said jokingly: "Isn't it a good thing to talk to Liang Ensheng for a few days? It's not that things are very small, not worth mentioning, and good things become bad things." ”

Ah Hua was a little shy when she heard this. gave Zhuge Chen a charming white eye and lowered his head.

As for the somewhat abominable white clothes, he got up from his chair and pulled out the rubber pillar to practice his sword.