In the northern region of Yecheng, in a city god temple that has been deserted and dilapidated for many years, the little beggar is waking up with his sleepy eyes. I glanced at the City God's Hall surrounded by cobwebs and moss, and suddenly felt sad in my heart.

The yellow dog didn't know where to provoke the little wild cat in the morning, and it was always nowhere to be found, leaving only Lao Minghua to meditate at the gate of the temple.

"Old flower, what time is it?" the little beggar picked up the gravel at his feet and threw it towards the old flower. I silently recited it many times in my heart.

"It's about time. Lao Hua raised one hand and caught the flying stones steadily.

The day of the Xuan Domain is divided into twelve hours, which are divided into twelve earthly branches in ancient books, and one hour is divided into two hours.

"Lao Hua, you don't necessarily have to be a powerful character to practice qi and meditate all day long, when will you be able to step on the void like in the novel and take me to Xuanzhong to see the big girl?"

"You know a fart, the road is difficult, and the difficulty is to stick to two words. There are thousands of crucian carp crossing the river, why can you jump over the dragon gate. The old flower opened her eyes and glanced at the little beggar.

"yes, don't you just know a fart. As he spoke, the little beggar hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose. But I listened, a "poof-" crossed the tranquility of the temple in the early morning, rowed through the chirping birds in the deserted courtyard, crossed the chirping cicadas, and thundered.

"This is called turbidity discharge. Lao Hua's eyes were slightly closed at this time, and she said comfortably.

"You can only fart, you can't burp, it's useless. ”

"When you practice at home, you can fly. ”

"the fart and go to the sky, don't. ”

"This is the world's best and strongest mental method. ”

"Isn't it first-class and strong, don't bully me I'm young and knowing, anyway, I know it's first-class and disgusting. The little beggar pinched his nose with one hand and incited with the other. The two people, one old and one young, stared at each other like this, and no one could help anyone.

"Why do you think I'm a cheap master, otherwise what am I stealing you out for?" Lao Hua suddenly looked at the little beggar with a kind face.

"You stole me to die!"

"Send a ball to the end! I can live for 365 years!"

"Three hundred and sixty-five years from now!"

"Three hundred and sixty-five more years to live. The old man smiled and looked at the little beggar's head gradually wilting with playful eyes, and raised his head proudly.

To say that Lao Hua is the world's top master, the little beggar will never believe it. Even if Lao Zhaohua boasted about himself for many years, the little beggar always stretched his arms far away, and then said to Lao Zhaohua with a serious face that he almost believed it.

As for the master characters in this world, the little beggar has counted the famous ones in the novel, and he doesn't think there are many. And Lao Hua said that it was a deception, and the name and surname of the person did not know which mountain pimple village was a pig-killing hero, and he couldn't hear a little. The little beggar doesn't have a big score in this matter, and the book always writes that the top is bullish and coaxing, and he doesn't say a detailed realm. The little beggar guessed that the old gentleman who wrote the book had never seen such a big person, and it was all hearsay. Therefore, every time I talk to Lao Hua about the heroes in the world, my heart is always empty and leaky, but what Lao Hua said is unreliable, it sounds a little real.

After that, the little beggar was wrapped around old flowers for three days, and he wanted to teach him to write the cost, and sold it for wine and meat to eat. Until a certain time Lao Hua thought he was annoyed and said something, these books and volumes, and books are all bought and sold. So the little beggar went to the door and his mind went to the holy fast. This time I came to Yecheng, in addition to the meaning of old flowers, but also because there is a book in Yecheng.

"Lao Hua, help me sharpen a bamboo broom. The little beggar said to Lao Hua, and then looked at the stone statue in the temple in a daze. I don't know when the stone statues in the City God Temple were built, and the broken temple roof leaked wind and rain, and the stone statues were worn out early to the point that they couldn't see clearly.

The old man didn't answer a word, went out silently for a while, brought back a handful of freshly sharpened bamboo brooms and threw them to the little beggar, and watched him carefully climb up to the statue of the god enshrined in the temple of the city god, and swept away the cobwebs on the stone statue.

He had asked the little beggar why he was doing this. The little beggar told him stupidly, now people worship the living immortals, I don't know what the living immortals are capable of, but the city god watched me grow up and let me sleep, so I believed him. I don't write about Chenghuang in the novel, so I will write about him in the future, and I hope he will take me to my parents. After that, every time I passed a city, the City God's Temple was a peaceful inn in the mouth of the little beggar. Lao Hua didn't ask the little beggar again, but silently cut the bamboo broom and looked at his small figure and gradually sour his eyes.

After most of the hour, the little beggar carefully wiped the statues in the temple. One is a dirty little man, and the other is a stinky old man, but they also deserve to be interesting.

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In the twilight of Yecheng, the lights are rising again. The water is tranquil, and the microwave reflects the stars and the moon, taking in all the styles of this area in the river. "Painting the boat far away, fishing fire singing late, flute flute leisurely, Dai Mei shallow" describes the stars sleepless, the moon reflects the water of the fifteen round night, the water in front of the red pavilion is bright. Talented people can match beautiful women, and the young heroes on the painting boat are all Miao characters in a city and a pool, chatting about the wind and moon, talking about calligraphy and painting, working right, and dancing well.

At this time, in a small river that branches off Yeshui next to the City God Temple, two heads are popping out of the stream.

"Why do you spend most of the afternoon in the stream?" said the little beggar, who couldn't help curling up and shivering a few times, and looked at the old flowers with resentment. If it weren't for the old Hua saying that he would take him to eat and drink a full meal tonight, the little beggar would not be willing to live or die. This is still the stream of early spring, and it is still sandwiched with the cold of winter, so it is not biting.

"Or maybe it's enough to wash away the smell of your body. Hehe, tonight Lao Hua will take you to see the big scene! Be a magnificent person!" He shook his head and shook his head as he spoke, making a profound appearance.

"What can you do if you have a bad fart? The little beggar said disdainfully, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and twisted the little brows together.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, don't blame me when it's late." "Lao Hua really doesn't want to talk to this little hairy head who is holding on to something all day long, and he can exhaust an elephant to death.

"Lao Hua, did you go out at noon to steal clothes?" the little beggar said with a surprised look at the new clothes that Lao Zhaohua took out of the baby's pocket.

"How many times have I told you, this is called borrowing! I have to pay it back! Hurry up and wear it!"

The little beggar pursed his lips, isn't it just stealing in a grand manner. Although the little beggar felt that the truth was always in the hands of a few, he kept his mouth shut with great interest.

"Do you know how to wear this dress?"

"The sage said that there is a way to dress in the book!"

"Is it a beggar sage?" asked Lao Hua with a shy blushing face of adoration.

"Pole to pole, pole to pole. Hey, do you know how to wear these clothes?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu has eaten more salt than the you have pulled!" Lao Hua raised his hand and called out to the little beggar's head. I am a famous old flower, why is the image of your kid so unbearable?

Looking at the old man who walked away, the little beggar rubbed the back of his aching head and muttered softly: "Beat again, and peek at me to all day long." ”

The old man who was walking in front of him called the flower, and he stumbled and almost didn't fall.

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When night fell, the sound of the jade flute on the Yeshui River lingered around the river and slowly spread throughout the entire Yecheng. The fifteenth day of each month is the big day of the Red Pavilion, and it is known as the name of "Quartet Huaying, all eyes are guests". Every day in the middle of the month, the talented women of the Red Pavilion invite the world's talented people to talk about the wind and the moon, and make civil and martial arts, and there are also wonderful sayings about "the talented man hugs the beautiful child, and the two people in one boat live in three lives".

When the old and young arrived on the shore, many of the young talents who had obtained the qualification had already boarded the fishing boat and sailed towards the painting boat.

"It's so lively!" When did the little beggar who came out of the village of Shanlu have seen such a grand event, it is much more lively than the temple fair in the village during the New Year Festival when he was a child.

"Not all, if you have the opportunity, I will take you to see and see more lively!" Lao Hua raised her chin proudly.

Only then did they take a closer look, how could the two of them have a little bit of a dilapidated and dismal appearance. Lao Hua's long hair was scattered, and the dark blue gold-veined hairband was wrapped around her forehead, dragging her golden tail to gently entangle a lock of hair at the back of her head, leaving a strand of broken hair in front of her forehead, flying unruly in the Yehe wind. The same dark blue and gold pattern of wide sleeves and narrow sleeves, white silk on the back and hem of the pull out a few clouds brocade, strong but soft. The unkempt little clay man in the past also carefully wrapped his hair around his head, but he also gave birth to some taste, white clothes and gray robes and brocade boots, look closely, the hundred tigers are hidden in the gold silk, beautiful and not wild.

"Lao Hua, it turns out that you still look like a dog as mentioned in the book. The little beggar looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be in his twenties in surprise, and he really didn't dare to associate with the sloppy old man in his seventies and eighties, "How much of your true face is this?"

"Not much, three points. Lao Hua seemed to say with great confidence, "I think that when Lao Hua was also a handsome boy who could stir up a storm with his three-point appearance." ”

Lao Hua boasted to herself, not noticing that the villain next to her was muttering something with his fingers.

I'm about 70 years old now. The cowhide is not blown up, and it can't be broken. The little beggar thought carefully.

If Lao Zhaohua knew that his so-called three collars had become thirty percent of his age in the little beggar's head, he would have to vomit blood in anger.

"We don't have a waist card to check when we get on the fishing boat. The little beggar gestured to the fishing boat in the distance.

"Can you stop me from old flowers?" said the two of them, and walked towards the shore.

When the two people passed through the crowd and arrived at the bank of the Yeshui River, Lao Hua had an extra delicate and small Zhuyu token in his hand, which was embossed on it, and the phoenix was light and agile, and the word "Red Pavilion" was carefully carved, and Zhu Guang flowed.

"Two sons, please. The fisherman who held the boat would stretch a little longer on the riverbank, and the fishing boat would wander in the phosphorescent moonlight towards the painting boat in the middle of the river.