Ma Shu, who sells apricot blossom porridge, didn't know that the Shaojie in his mouth had patronized business before entering the Lin'an City Gate and coming to his stall, but it was just a matter of time. That Shaojie is Ji Changfeng.

That day was no longer common for Ma Shu, but it was different for the long monsoon wind.

He is a native of Gusu, and when he first arrived in Lin'an that day, he wanted to see the prestigious apricot blossom forest.

Into the forest, he met a person, came out of a little trance, walked a few steps into the city, or remembered, at this time he smelled the fragrance of apricot blossoms, after seeing clearly is a street porridge seller, the whole press can not hold back the past to find a bowl to drink, finished or faint in front of the eyes, one step to walk to the front of the inn, saw the companion Zhang Qixian, two feet crooked, actually made a fall.

Zhang Que was taken aback first and hurried to help. The person was picked up, a face was still soaked in wine, red fluttering, as if smeared with a layer of rouge, leading Zhang Que to reach out to wipe it first, but it was nothing, just a face, red, soft, hot and beautiful, like an apricot blossom.

Ji Changfeng was about to explain, but he first snatched the words from Zhang Que first: "I'll tease you grandma - the day after tomorrow, you still dare to drink-"

Ji Changfeng thought about it carefully, and knew that it was difficult to justify, so he had to shut up and be carried into the house by Zhang Que first.

Then Zhang Que let go first, saying that he wanted to find the store to ask for a sobering soup, and immediately went outside.

Ji Changfeng knew that he didn't have a drop of wine in his stomach, but he didn't stop it, and just sat alone in the house.

After a long time, he still didn't get better, and he felt like urinating again, so he staggered up and walked into the porch.

One step, two steps, about to fall, hurriedly hold on to his hands, and then forward, one step, two steps, three steps, boom - a hard object suddenly came out of the ground, and Ji Changfeng stumbled strongly, he didn't hold steady, and a bang crashed into a strange room, and he lay straight on the ground.

The house was burning with incense, and the nose was itching and choking, and the door behind was shaking, and the ears were clanging.

Ji Changfeng raised his eyes up little by little.

The ochre blanket, the pear chair, the pink toes, the jade white feet•••••• behind only a "whoosh" light, white swaying eyes, and when I opened it again, I had given a knife to my throat.

"Look up again, Lao Tzu will gouge out your eyeballs and pickle pickles. ”

It's hot, it's a female voice - he stumbled in Ji Changfeng and fell into a woman's boudoir.

The knife was in front of him, and there was a gap of less than a meter in between. Ji Changfeng was afraid, so he naturally hung his head and didn't dare to make a mistake.

"Get up. ”

When the woman saw that he was honest, she stopped bluffing him and took away the knife.

Ji Changfeng stood up, did a few stretches, a few stretches, and quietly slanted his eyes between activities.

This slanting is terrible, the woman has already tied a veil, only put two eyes outside, so powerful two eyes, as if containing chili pepper water, gurgling and foaming, Ji Changfeng glanced over, and immediately the corners of his eyes were hot, and he didn't dare to look again.

At this time, someone called the name of Ji Changfeng in the corridor.

The door of the room was not closed, and it was very clear that it was Zhang Qixian's voice.

Ji Changfeng was about to answer, but he startled the woman first. I saw that the latter's left sleeve shook, and suddenly a gust of wind arose, and the doors of the house were closed one by one.

Ji Changfeng was dumbfounded, and the woman had already put an arrow in front of his nose: "Don't make a sound." ”

After the two movements were performed, Ji Changfeng had already seen the woman's whole body clearly. She wore three strands of hair in a bun on the top of her head, a long blue jacket, and two black skins underneath, like a man's outfit.

The woman stared at Ji Changfeng, her lips opened slightly, as if she was about to say the next sentence, and then she heard Zhang Que slap the door outside the house first.

It turned out that the three closed doors just now were really loud, and they did not play a role in covering up, but attracted Zhang Qixian's attention even more.

I only heard him say two words, and he said in a very urgent tone: "Ji Dan, are you inside-if you don't answer, I'm going to break the door-" Then there was a muffled sound, it turned out that he had split his palms on both sides on the door panel, and it was the palm technique passed down by the teacher, named Liuyun.

The woman looked back, there were marks on the door, branches and branches, like a tree that has not bloomed on it, between her fingers, another muffled sound, the tree gave birth to many branches, causing the woman's face to be tense, since she stepped up the movement of her hand, a monkey pulled out the moon, and attacked the Ji Changfeng down.

Ji Changfeng's eyes were poisonous, his heels kicked and led his whole body backwards.

Seeing that the woman couldn't pick him, she turned around, and a long whip flew out of her hand, and she rolled up something on Ji Changfeng's waist with a bang, and with a force on her wrist, she withdrew it back in her hand with a sigh.

Ji Changfeng looked at it, and his face changed greatly: "Hey-that's silver-"

"All I want is your money. The woman snorted coldly, as if she was smiling, and before Ji Changfeng could hear it clearly, she had already swung her palm to split the window, and then made a jump, jumping out of the window.

"Pay me back—" Ji Changfeng immediately pounced.

Pulling the legs, pulling back, and hugging the waist are Ji Changfeng's movements; kicking the legs, fighting back, and struggling are women's movements—after doing so, the two of them hugged each other, and fell neatly and neatly to the eaves outside the window.

At this time, Zhang Qixian finally broke the door.

He swept around, but there was no one in sight, and with another lunge, he jumped straight to the window and looked out from afar.

The blue sky, the white clouds, the black pressure below, the house and the pedestrians mixed together, through the sun, the brightness is about to melt away.

Zhang Que didn't take a closer look.

He muttered, "What an empty house," then turned back and walked away.

The footsteps faded away, and the people on the eaves finally couldn't support it, and they both fell dozens of feet down and planted into an alley of pigs.