Cheng Ru hadn't slept in such a soft bed for too long, and when he woke up, it was already sunset, and the washing water that the maid had brought him early was already cold.

Anyway, now that the weather is hot, Cheng Ru took advantage of this basin of cold water to wipe his face casually, yawned and walked out of the door slowly, and saw Jiang Lili sitting in the yard with a towel to wipe his sweat, and asked, "Have you finished practicing knives?"

Listening to the voice, Jiang Lili glanced at Cheng Rus and didn't say anything.

He wasn't in a good mood.

From the early hours of the morning to the present, he didn't feel any increase in his sword intent at all, and he felt that he had hit a dead end, and there was no room to move forward. Originally, Jiang Lili was going to take advantage of the opportunity of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother to put himself to death and come back to life, and wanted to smash the wall blocking him headlong, but all kinds of things were entangled together, and this idea was gone.

And Jiang Lili practiced the knife because the sorrow of cultivation had been haunting his heart, and he couldn't calm down at all, and even cut indiscriminately for a while before he was tired and sweaty.

Cheng Ru didn't know why, just looked at Jiang Lili's sweat-soaked clothes and thought how hard he practiced knives, so he muttered and said, "You are really a freak, you finally met such a good person, such a good bed, and you don't want to sleep well." ”

Jiang Lili's ears were sharp, and when he heard Cheng Ruye's muttering, he sneered: "After you die, there is time for you to sleep, you like to sleep so much, why don't you die?"

Cheng Ru was speechless, and then walked away after muttering a crooked reasoning, complaining loudly: "What time is it now?

"Rice bucket!" Jiang Lili was bored in her heart, and scolded hatefully.

At this time, the Yin Envoy walked into the sunlit courtyard wearing the jade silk silk silk robe, "Even the martial artists who don't need to be pure and calm and pay attention to killing and breaking the realm must still be pure and calm when cultivating, otherwise it is better not to practice." ”

Jiang Lili raised his head slightly, and only glanced at the miserable white face of the yin envoy hiding in the jade wisp of golden silkworm clothes out of the corner of his eye, and sneered: "I practice knives to play, it's none of your business!

After hearing this, the Yin Envoy shrugged, turned around and walked into the room, "I don't know the hearts of good people. ”

Jiang Lili sarcastically said bitterly: "Good heart, you can also be regarded as a person? What kind of garlic does a lonely ghost pretend to be in front of Lao Tzu?"

Yin made his footsteps pause, and he could clearly see the black robe on his body rising and falling violently, and finally spewed out a breath of cold air, just thinking about how could this snarky person still have someone follow him with all his heart?

After the Yin envoy walked into the room, Jiang Lili suddenly stood up and cut a big gap in the ground with a knife, still feeling puzzled, and cut the flowers blooming in the courtyard into a pile of mud. And after the slash, his whole body seemed to have lost his spirit, and the tiger sword slid weakly from his hand, making a clanging sound.

He also squatted beside the tiger sword, holding his head in his hands, and buried his face deep in his legs, like a helpless and panicked child.

But he didn't cry.

It's the height of summer and the sun is blazing. But a gust of mountain wind blew and swept Jiang Lili's sweaty clothes, and he only felt extremely cold.

Zhangjiazhai

Every day is a bit of trivial work, whose chickens were stolen by whom, whose children threw firecrackers into whose yard, whose mother-in-law slept with whose man. Especially now that the national strength of the Great Sui is getting stronger and stronger, only one strong man can support a family, so the old and young women and children do not have to dig wild vegetables in the mountains all day long to use as food, and they can only chat with melon seeds in their spare time.

So what happened in a small village became more and more popular.

On this day, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, there were seven or eight old men and their daughters-in-law, each holding a dry tobacco stick in their hands, and these daughters-in-law and daughters were holding pine nuts and almonds that had been fried the day before.

A few people chatted and talked about the old master who was originally a fortune teller, and an old man took a puff of smoke and sighed with emotion, "You see that old master was like this a few years ago, why is it still like this after a few years? On the contrary, he looks much younger than Lao Tzu, his grandmother's!"

"What do you have in mind?" a lady glanced at the old man, "People have read books, how do you say that? There is ink in the navel, maybe there is a mountain god to take care of, where can you compare with others?"

The old man spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, "It's not that Lao Tzu doesn't compare with him, it's just that this old master doesn't die for a day, and we can't change a new teacher in Zhangjiazhai for a day, but I'm worried about my grandson!

"Can you you?" the other old man laughed, "I don't know about your deflated grandson?"

This caused a burst of laughter.

"Will you speak?Can you speak?!" The old man was anxious before, and when he saw that the two were about to fight, a little daughter-in-law changed the topic again and again, "By the way, Aunt Tian, didn't the second child of your family go to the Immortal Cultivation Sect?

Speaking of this, everyone was a lot quieter, and a thin woman with almonds showed a smug look on her face, proud like a swan standing among the chickens, "I replied to the letter a few days ago, my family is two young, and now it is amazing, but a great immortal master takes a fancy to it, and ascending to the immortal is just around the corner!"

As the saying goes, when a person ascends to heaven, there is a hint of envy in everyone's eyes, and they are very remarkable.

At this time, another person spoke: "Speaking of this, do you still remember the child of the widow's family of the village tail king?"

"Who?"

"That's the big dog!"

As soon as they heard the word big dog, everyone suddenly realized, and a broken-mouthed woman said: "How do you know this, it has been a few years since the dog left our village, and this thing is the only good thing he has done!"

"Then there is no news, and I am afraid that I will die outside!" said the thin woman.

An old man who was not accustomed to seeing this thin woman's style replied: "Maybe someone else is appreciated outside and has entered the control of the official family?"

"Feihuang Tengda didn't want to come back to see his old mother, it was really a white-eyed wolf, it might as well be dead. ”

Everyone's convenience

No more talking.

At this time, a voice staggered over from afar, one of them had sharp eyes, saw the face of the person who came, and shouted loudly: "Peng Laojiu, why don't you come to us to please your widow and lady?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Peng Laojiu limped a few steps closer, his face was full of bruises, and his grinning appearance made people laugh at it.

"You can't be the master of your house, right?!"

In the laughter of everyone, Peng Laojiu smiled stupidly, it turned out to be a little happy, scratched his head and said no, how dare she and other vague words.

Touching his nose again, Peng Laojiu squeezed to the side of an old man, "Come on, come on, give me a sip." ”

"Get out!"

"Just take a sip, don't be stingy. Peng Laojiu pleaded.

The old man was still unhappy, "You old bachelor may have contracted some disease, get out, let someone else go!"

Peng Laojiu took a big turn in the crowd, and finally there was an old man who was really grinded and had no choice but to respond.

Peng Laojiu smiled, looked at the cigarette holder handed over by the old man, and reached out to take it.

"What do you do?"

"I'm not going to be too hard!" Peng Laojiu grabbed the man's arm, exhaled deeply, and then took the cigarette holder, and took a long breath, until the old man slapped him twice in annoyance before he let go of his mouth.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Peng Laojiu's body trembled extremely comfortably, and before he could speak, he felt a burst of force in his buttocks, and the whole person was planted in the weeds.

"Smoke it, smoke it, why don't you get out of here?!" the old man looked at the tobacco in his pipe with great distress, and wiped the cigarette holder with great disgust, and his face was not angry.

Peng Laojiu smiled, bowed his waist and replied, "Let's go, let's go." ”

just patted his buttocks, Peng Laojiu squeezed his eyes at a woman again, and found that the woman was about to beat, so he hurriedly ran away.

Someone muttered, "Why hasn't this brute who hurt heaven and reason die? Heaven is unfair!"

Limped to the pile of hay that had been piled up in place, Peng Laojiu touched the pile of hay and showed a satisfied smile. It had rained the other day, and the haystack had been wet, but after a few days of sunshine, it looked a lot drier.

Peng Laojiu lay directly in the haystack, thinking about the "proud" posture of the widow of Fang Cai Wang when she was cooking in the yard, and his heart was itching. Then he took out a rag from his bosom and put it on his face, smelling the fragrance of the rag.

This rag is the widow Wang's underwear discarded in the yard, this day Peng Laojiu saw it, and took advantage of the widow Wang's inattention to sneak into the yard while picking up this rag and put it in his arms, although the widow Wang suspected that he came to harass himself again and then suffered a beating, but Peng Laojiu was still very happy in his heart.

The strength of the dry smoke was so strong that Peng Laojiu took a sip of it, and he still felt a little fluttery, so he folded a piece of hay and put it in his mouth, wanting to take advantage of this momentum to have a good night's sleep.

If it weren't for the fact that the midsummer sun felt a little hot on his body, Peng Laojiu's mood would be much happier.