Huang Qiuping took Chen Wuregret's hand and looked into his eyes.

Huang Qiuping said: "My mother said that only men who have no ability can say that. ”

Chen Wuregret remembered the words of his frequent father:

"No regrets, your father and I have no ability, so I can only sell tofu for the rest of my life. If your mother comes back, I won't be able to support her. ”

It seems that it is indeed a man who has no ability to say that.

There was a force qi in his hand, and Chen Wuregret was pulled in by Huang Qiuping.

A woman with a face full of fat powder held a peach blossom fan and looked at Huang Qiuping.

She smiled: "Yo, Qiu Ping has started soliciting customers now." ”

The other woman reached out and patted Chen Wuregret's ass.

She laughed: "Fart-strand is very upright, it should be a good plow when you grow up." ”

Good plow, what does it mean?

Chen Wuregret looked at all this, unable to understand the strange words they were saying.

Don't understand.

He didn't understand what the women were saying, and even if they did, the men were still going along with them.

The white silver, like worthless stones, was thrown on the ground and on the table by the men.

Odd.

They can do anything for the sake of money on weekdays, but now they don't want it, and throw it on the ground and on the table.

The wine is not to be drunk, but poured down the neck and wets the clothes.

odd

It's a strange world for adults.

Huang Qiuping's face was pale, and she pulled Chen Wuregret, and her steps became more hurried.

She muttered, "No regrets, we don't have to pay attention to them." ”

After passing through the lively lobby, we arrived in the backyard.

In the backyard, it's quiet.

An old thrush coos in a willow tree.

The sound of the antechamber was particularly harsh.

Chen Wuregret likes it here, but he doesn't like the front hall. Probably because he doesn't like to be noisy.

One pleasant afternoon, he had fallen asleep under the osmanthus tree. In the dream, he saw his mother's back, which was the most beautiful thing for him.

"This group of dead mothers-in-law, change clothes several times a day!"

An old woman in her thirties, holding a basin of clothes, walked out of the front hall scolding.

The reason why she is called an old woman is because she has an uncovered head and a bored expression, and she lives like a resentful woman in the depths of the boudoir.

When she saw Huang Qiuping, her old face looked a little surprised.

She said, "Yo, you damn girl—"

She saw Chen Wuregret again.

She has a habit of not liking to beat and scold her daughter in front of outsiders.

But I couldn't help but glance at Huang Qiuping.

She sat straight on a small bench under the willow tree, her hands rubbing her hands on her clothes stained with wine and blood.

She scolded: "Shedding so much blood, it's like a tender melon, it's really useless!"

Huang Qiuping said: "Mother, he is the friend I often mention to you, Chen has no regrets." ”

"Chen has no regrets?"

The old woman looked at Chen Wuregret carefully, and her face showed a touch of surprise,

- The young man's eyes showed a hint of fortitude that only adults have.

The old woman said, "It's strange, how do you look at him, doesn't he look like a waste?"

Huang Qiuping said: "Mother, you-"

The old woman was clearly aware of how harsh her words were.

She hurriedly added: "Little broken child, don't blame me for being straight. My surname is Huang, and I am old and yellow, and they all call me Mrs. Huang. ”

Chen Wuregret does not blame Mrs. Huang, firstly, she has no intention, and secondly, she is indeed a waste.

Chen Wu regretted and said: "Huang, Aunt Huang, the teacher said that when introducing your name, you can't use derogatory terms. You should say, my surname is Huang, Huang who is flying Huang. ”

Mrs. Huang looked at Chen Wuregret with interest.

She couldn't believe that such a clever child in front of her would be a waste of practicing Qi.

She said: "Little broken child, I don't have a man to ask for my mother, isn't it just an old man?"

Chen Wu regretted saying: "There are women outside who want them, why don't you have any?"

In Chen Wuregret's heart, Huang Poniang is definitely no worse than the wind sao woman outside in terms of facial features and appearance.

Huang Poniang stood up, and wiped her two wet hands on her apron.

She lifted her clothes.

On the stomach, a large centipede-like scar is particularly glaring.

Look at the madman.

Huang Poniang said: "You know now why no one wants me, right?"

Chen Wuregret said: "Got it." ”

Mrs. Huang sat down again, rubbing her clothes, and looked at Huang Qiuping viciously.

She said: "It's all the fault of this girl." Back then, I said that I would suffocate her to death in my stomach, and her father who killed a thousand knives had to say that she was born by caesarean section. ”

Disembowelment, Chen Wuregret also knew that he used a knife to cut a bloody slit on his stomach, which was very terrifying.

Huang Qiuping muttered: "I didn't let you give birth to me." ”

Mrs. Huang glared at her and said angrily: "Dead girl, if you dare to say more, I will pick your skin." ”

Chen Wuregret looked at Huang Qiuping's eyes with crystal tears in her eyes, and she was very distressed.

He said, "Qiu Ping, your father?"

Huang Qiuping said: "Walking the rivers and lakes, I was hacked to death. ”

Huang Qiuping said it flatly, as if answering an inconsequential question.

Mrs. Huang has no intention of washing clothes anymore.

She stood up and walked to Huang Qiuping's side.

She said angrily: "Dead girl, your father was hacked to death, what about you, what else do you want to cultivate to break the immortals, follow in his footsteps." It's really dead. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the mallet that hammered his clothes.

She said, "Instead of letting you be beaten to death by others, I should suffocate you with a hammer right now." ”

Mrs. Huang didn't want to really beat her daughter in her heart, she just wanted her to retreat.

Chen Wuregret stood in front of Huang Qiuping. The mallet raised high was aimed at his shoulder.

This is why Huang Qiuping must pull Chen Wuregret to accompany him:

Chen Wuregret has a tenacity in his body - a tenacity that no one else has.

Mrs. Huang looked at Chen Wuregret coldly.

There was an illusion in front of her eyes, and her man seemed to be in front of her like this.

Indeed, such a man is very attractive to women.

"Let you be prestigious, I will fight with you today. ”

Huang Poniang's gavel fell.

It's slow, it's slow.

She was deliberately very slow, trying to get Chen Wuregret to dodge.

This blow, as long as a normal person can definitely dodge it.

Boom!

The mallet smashed on Chen Wuregret's shoulder.

Chen Wuregret frowned, his face pained.

With a "clang", the gavel fell to the ground.

Huang Poniang's face was shocked, and she said, "Silly boy, why don't you hide?"

Chen Wu regretted it: "I know, you won't really hit me." ”

This blow is indeed not painful.

Huang Poniang turned around sullenly, and all the strength of her body was used to knock on her clothes.

If you can't beat someone, you will beat your clothes, and your clothes today will be cleaner than those washed in the past.

Huang Poniang said: "Silly boy, you tell me, you have cultivated for ten years or practiced Qi Yizhong, which is no different from me, an ordinary person, why do you still insist on it?"

Chen Wu regretted saying: "My father said that as long as you are strong enough, you can see my mother." ”

Huang Poniang asked, "How strong do you want to be?"

Chen Wu regretted saying: "Survive the three tribulations and arrive at the Flying Immortal Realm." ”

Mrs. Huang smiled disdainfully.

This disdainful smile is very piercing, and it is a naked mockery.

Mrs. Huang also forgot that the other party was just a teenager.

Huang Poniang said: "You are really like a donkey - stupid and stubborn. ”

Chen Wuregret looked at Huang Qiuping, there were tears in her eyes.

Chen Wu regretted and said, "So, Qiu Ping can cultivate immortals, right?"

Huang Poniang stopped the mallet in her hand again and looked at Chen Wuregret curiously.

She said, "You stupid boy, when did I say she could cultivate immortals?"

Chen Wu regretted and said: "Even I can cultivate immortals, why can't Qiu Ping?"

Huang Poniang was silent. She didn't know how to answer the child in front of her.

Huang Qiuping said: "Mother, then I can continue to attend class tomorrow, right?"

Huang Poniang waved her hand impatiently, and she scolded: "Go, go, get out of the way." ”

Huang Qiuping smiled like a fox.

She took Chen Wuregret's hand, hummed a song, and ran quickly towards the door.

Chen Wuregret knew that Huang Qiuping was very happy.

As long as she is happy or nervous, she will hold her hand.

Chen's tofu shop, business is bleak.

The summer was too hot and rainy, and the winter was so cold that the plants froze to death.

The beans are not good, and the tofu made is black and dark, and no one will buy it at all.

Lao Chen sat in the shade next to the house, with a puff fan on his head.

There was a jar of wine beside him. The lid of the wine was lifted, and the wine was scattered all over the floor.

This is a home-brewed wine made from sorghum, which is not very strong, and the aroma is very strong.

Huang Qiuping hates alcoholics, so she also hates Chen Wuregret's father.

Chen Wuregret shouted: "Dad, I'm back." ”

Lao Chen took the pu fan, opened his worried eyes, and looked at Chen Wuregret.

He said, "Son, what are you doing with these eyes?"

Chen Wu regretted saying: "I fought with others. ”

Lao Chen said: "Did you win the battle?"

Chen Wu regretted that "both of his eyes are black, and I will be black." ”

Lao Chen smiled: "Good boy, it's really my son! There are red winding tofu, steamed tofu, and white flower tofu brain on the table, you should eat it while it's hot." ”

It's all tofu.

Huang Qiuping looked at Lao Chen and sighed.

Other people's fathers will feel distressed when they know that their son is fighting, but he Lao Chen asked his son if he had won.

comical

It's really the world's most funny.

Lao Chen is a funny person, and after so many years in Feixian City, no one knows his name. Everyone called him "Lao Chen", "Chen Tofu", or "Chen Wuregret His Father." ”

Huang Qiuping had heard others shout before:

"Chen Wuregret his father, your family has no regrets about breaking my family's Kang'er's head. ”

Chen Wuregret heated up three points of rice: one for himself, one for Qiu Ping, and one for his father.

He knew that Daddy must not have eaten.

Lao Chen often waits for his son to come back to cook and eat.

Huang Qiuping muttered: "In this world, how can there be Lao Tzu waiting for his son to cook and eat." ”

Chen Wuregret said: "Yes, Tang Hao is one." ”

Huang Qiuping was sullen.

Chen Wuregret comforted: "Don't you see that these dishes are all made by my father, he is busy with business all day long, and he is also very hard." ”

Huang Qiuping knew that Chen Wuregret was a well-known protector of his father, and he saw it today.

She didn't understand why Chen Wuregret was so towards his father.

The three of them sat down and ate.

Chen Wu regretted and said: "Dad, today the teacher has assigned a task, saying that let's find our natal magic weapon." ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Lao Chen's eyes, but it quickly went out.

He said lightly, "Oh, then what is your natal weapon?"

Chen Wu regretted that "I don't have a magic weapon yet, but I want a sword." ”

"Sword?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Lao Chen's eyes.

But there are many immortal cultivators in the world who want swords, and there is nothing strange about it.

Lao Chen asked, "Why do you want to use a sword?"

Chen Wuregret said: "Because the sword is called the 'King of Weapons' and the 'King of Weapons', it can help me go further." ”

Further?

There was a hint of hesitation in Lao Chen's eyes.