Changle Inn.

Listening to the name has a meaning, a long-lasting joy.

But if you really stand in the inn, you can't be happy at all, there is dust everywhere, there are cobwebs everywhere, debris all over the ground, and you are looking around blankly.

Even Lin Zhuheng was a little stunned: "Eight hundred taels, just bought such an inn?"

Xia Pingfan frowned a little since he came in, quietly pinched his fingers and calculated, and then whispered: "There have been people dead here, it is very unlucky, it is not suitable for long-term living, and it will not be too good to do business." ”

Ye Qingniao finally found a helper: "Ning Shi, how did I persuade you at that time?" I just didn't listen, I didn't discuss it with everyone at all, I don't even know what you bought here for!"

Ning Shi didn't think about it: "Be a family." ”

Let Lu Yan stand on his own, Ning Shi stretched out his finger and pointed around: "You take a closer look, the area of this inn is at least thirty percent larger than that of an ordinary inn, and it is a shop on the street, although the location is a little off, but there are no competitors around." If the first floor is cleaned up, it can be made into a wine shop, and the second floor can be divided into two areas, we have one room for each person, and the rest is open to the public. ”

Ning Shi walked to Xia Pingfan's side: "Your master is a great cultivator, you are his closed disciple, since you can see the bad luck here, you naturally know how to crack it." Feng Shui is not good, we can rearrange it, transform Feng Shui, is it difficult? It's harder than if we get out of the north?"

After saying this, he stared at Ye Qingniao's eyes again: "Qingniao, you are a woman who wants to cultivate three knives, you can't stand this bit of suffering?" The house is used to live, the inn can not only live, but also increase income, with this inn, even if we have a home in Luoyang City, we will have stability if we have a home." You can practice your knife well, sashimi can practice talismans well, Lin Zhuheng can calm down and practice, and plan to revive the Earth Fire Wind Thunder Pavilion, Xia Pingfan can also wait for his master with peace of mind. ”

Rubbing Lu Yan's hair, Ning Shi squatted down and said very seriously: "I know that you have always been thinking about your sister's hatred in your heart, if you want, my brother can teach you to practice." Although I don't dare to say how powerful it is, it is not a problem to hack a few Hu Country barbarians to death. ”

Ning Shi didn't mention the Spring Night.

Because there is no need to mention it at all.

Spring Night doesn't have any feelings for the house, this little girl likes to eat, and transforms the Changle Inn into a wine shop and an inn, and she agrees with a hundred.

There was wine, there was meat, there was bed...... What more could you ask for?

Outside the inn, there was only a glimmer of sunset.

The light was a little dim, the patent leather on the beams and pillars and doors and windows was peeling, and the seven teenagers began to try their best to clean up, it was not realistic to clean up in one night, everyone tried to clean up a few rooms that could be lived, and first made sure that they could sleep tonight.

Ning Shi cleaned up a room by himself, he chose the one he slept in before, and the wooden box left by his aunt was neatly placed on the table. Lin Zhuheng, Lu Yan, and Xia Pingfan were injured, so the others took more care of them.

The Changle Inn lit up a few dim candles.

An Pingfang is a few streets away.

In the inner courtyard of a luxurious mansion, a charming woman, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, listened to the report of others, this person had a relationship with Ning Shi.

On the dragon boat, she asked Ning Shi to pour her a glass of wine, and then her senior brother was killed, and they all said that women hold grudges, and Shen Meier holds grudges more than ordinary women: "When I enter Luoyang City, even if it is Li Qiye's person, I have to lie on my stomach, from childhood to adulthood, no one can bully me, no one can." ”

......

"If you sell wine, I will be behind you, and I will be gentle for you. ”

"Green bamboo bench, a few glasses of old wine, just waiting for the old man to return. ”

Ning Shi wanted to dream of his aunt in his dreams.

The wooden box is Ning Shi's thoughts, sustenance, and in fact, it is also a key.

This night, his hand never left the wooden box, and finally fell asleep on the wooden box, his hand tightly hugged, like hugging his aunt.

In the trial place under the Sword Casting Grass House, Meng Bajiu once guarded Ning Shi's dream, and squatted at the door of his apprentice's dream, yawning lazily, and then lay down, and began to nap as soon as he lay down, and finally snored and fell asleep.

Ning Shi hugged the wooden box, and Meng Bajiu in his dream woke up.

The stars are shining in the dream.

The sky is full of fireflies.

Meng Bajiu looked at his apprentice: "Xiao Ningzi, you haven't slept so late, what are you doing to find your aunt?"

The tip of Ning Shi's nose was sour: "Auntie, I, I can't sleep." ”

Meng Bajiu pretended to be impatient: "How old is it, I really don't let my aunt worry, come, my aunt will tell you a story." ”

Ning Shi's eyes widened, for fear that his aunt would suddenly disappear, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that the scene in front of him was the mirror, and then he stared at tears and stared.

Meng Bajiu patted the soil on his body: "Crying nose?"

Ning Shi snorted: "No." ”

Meng Bajiu: "As long as the fish is crying, the water will definitely know." ”

Ning Shi: "Then I'm crying, who knows?"

Meng Bajiu: "Auntie knows." ”

Ning Shifu ran to Meng Bajiu and sat cross-legged: "Auntie, tell a story, I'll listen to it." ”

Meng Bajiu lowered his head slightly, and made a contemplative statement: "What year did that happen?" It seems that it was the twenty-third year of Shenwu, and the snow was falling, and I went to Shudi, at that time, my aunt fell in love with a sword, and pondered for a long time, so I had to eat it in my mouth......

The story is novel.

This dream is new.

Meng Bajiu said that in the mid-air in front of Ning Shi, a clear picture appeared, and there was a young Meng Bajiu in the picture.

A long sword in white.

Snow-climbing and mountaineering.

In the snowy night, he fought with the sword cultivation of Shudi, and finally had a long-cherished wish and ate the heat.

After one story is told, another story will follow, and the image in mid-air will also change. The story is told from when Meng Bajiu was young to Ning Shi, and there is even a scene in the picture where Xiao Ning Shi squats in the corner holding an easel and paints.

Meng Bajiu's stories are all related to swords, and they are all competitions one by one, covering almost most of the Four Seas Divine Prefecture. As long as there is a sword cultivation and a sword, she will go, until there is Ning Shi, and there are fewer places where the environment is too bad.

The wooden box bears witness to these stories about the sword.

Some Ning Shi knew, even painted, and some he had heard, but he was young at the time and forgot, this time, he read them all clearly.

These stories and pictures were Meng Bajiu's most valuable treasure, so she had left a shadow in Ning Shi's dream a long time ago.

She knew that Ning Shi didn't like to learn swords, but what if she loved learning again one day?

Be responsible!