Qingyuan County, in a small courtyard under Qingyuan Mountain. The early riser is packing up his fishing gear and preparing to start his day.

His wife in the room was asleep, and he didn't have breakfast today, but it was nothing, after all, he couldn't remember the last time he had breakfast.

Although he is used to this kind of life, today he still feels irritated because of these things that he has become accustomed to, and I don't know if it is because of the quiet thoughts in his heart.

The man's family was poor, and he didn't even have extra food to raise some chickens and ducks in the yard. The source of his family's daily livelihood is that he gets up early every day to catch some small fish and shrimp in the Li River in front of the mountain next to the yard, and take them to the city market to sell them for some copper coins.

The yard is not only empty but chaotic, and when I go to fish and sell fish, the lazy girl at home just sleeps at home and spends the day in a daze. It's easy for him to think of the words left behind by the neighbors who moved away from their homes over the years: Eat and die. Thinking of this, his heart became even more irritable.

In fact, not only in the yard, but even in that house, it is not much cleaner and tidy than the courtyard, with messy pots and pans, messy tables and stools, and messy beds. Perhaps the only thing in this house that is not so messy is the breasts and buttocks of the lazy girls who are sleeping naked on the bed at the moment, white flowers, delicate and tender, and heavy.

Speaking of which, this man doesn't remember when he married such a lazy, but 100% good-looking, bad-tempered, but very obedient woman in bed as his wife. So because she is moist and white, even if she is lazy and has a bad temper, as long as she is tossed by herself on the bed and can withstand her own toss, he will endure it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but go back to the room and gently slap the ass ball, and the satisfaction of the hand made him nod in satisfaction. Go fishing, and come back at night to toss this lazy.

Although she thought so, her heart became more and more irritable for some reason. It was as if something was supposed to happen, but nothing happened, and the feeling of losing something made him very irritated.

The man went back to the yard, packed up the fishing nets and all the household belongings, and prepared to go out of the yard. The lady who was lying on the bed in the house had actually woken up, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, and just now when his own man slapped her on the buttocks, he actually had a trace of fear in his heart, for fear that the slap would scatter him. Thinking of this, she felt that she was unfounded, after all, so many years have passed, where does he still have the ability to slap himself scattered? If he were to shoot himself, he might be able to shoot scattered, right? It should be about the same, how many nights when he was lying there had the urge to turn around and slap the man behind him to death, but every time he held back, as for why, a funny reason came to his heart, and the husband and wife were reluctant for many years? Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth pulled slightly, and she laughed silently, she would be soft-hearted, and she would laugh to death when she said it. Forget it, if one day the matter is over, or if you really can't help it, it's a big deal to leave quietly, and let him die anywhere, just don't die in your own hands, it's upset to look at it.

The man carried the belongings to the door of the yard, saying that it was the door, but where is the door in this yard? Of course, there is no need for the door, and the thief in his own yard will worry about what he can steal, of course, the only thing worth stealing is the lazy girl, but who dares to steal the lazy girl except himself?

The man walked out of the door with one foot irritable and smug, but saw a person.

The man forgot a lot of things, who he was, when he got here, when he married his wife, what his wife's name was, as if his life had always been like this, eating and waiting for death day after day. But when he stepped out of the door and saw the young man dressed in black, he seemed to remember something. Yes, he remembered that when the young man was a half-grown boy, he would come out of his yard every year to look at himself. My lazy girl can't see it, but I can see him, every time he comes for a short while, every time he comes, he will be confused for a while, I don't remember what happened, I just remember that he came.

But today seems to be a little different, and he can't say what the difference is.

The young man in black is Cheng Jian, who almost died in the secret realm of the little lotus, in the past, when he came to this small courtyard every year, he quietly glanced at it to confirm that this man was still alive and well, and at the same time, the man's eyes would become clearer, and he would also look at himself, as if he was reporting peace to himself and his family.

Cheng Jian's visit this time was different from before, this time he didn't have to hide outside and just sneak a peek at him. This time, Cheng Jian got the master's order, and he could face him face to face, without having to secretly rely on just one eye contact.

The man looked at Cheng Jian, his eyes became blurred, and then he became clear again, different from the man's eyes just now.

The man put on a clear and indifferent look and slowly said to Cheng Jian: "Are you here?"

This is the first time Cheng Jian heard him speak, bowed his head and saluted, "Uncle Yan." ”

The one who was called Uncle Yan by Cheng Jian nodded and said, "Well, do you have something to do this time?"

Cheng Jian nodded and said, "Uncle Shi, Master asked me to give you a little word, and Master asked me to tell you, it's enough, you can go back to the mountain." ”

The man looked at Cheng Jian and shook his head and said, "I did that wrong thing back then, and now I don't have the face to go back." ”

Cheng Jian saw that he refused and hurriedly said: "Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle Tantai has already returned to Kunyu Mountain a year ago, can't you still let go of the things of the year?"

The man looked at Cheng Jian and said: "I made such a big mistake back then, even if the senior brother and the master have already forgiven me, but I can't forgive myself, you see I'm doing well here, go back and tell the master, just treat it as if there is no disciple of me." ”

While the two of them were talking, in the hut in the courtyard behind them, the woman who was pretending to be asleep was already standing at the door of the house in disheveled clothes, staring at the two of them and saying hatefully: "Why don't you invite your uncle and nephew to your house for a cup of tea when you see each other?"

The man's eyes were full of disgust and said, "Go back, nothing is wrong with you!"

The woman was not only angry when she heard the man scolding her, but also laughed: "Hehe, are you going to leave me behind? One day husband and wife Bairien, you have slept with me for a hundred years, and now you want to eat and wipe clean? I said why are you always wrong these days, it turns out that you don't want to be that stupid man anymore? Even if you want to do it again without regrets, are you willing to give up my white body every night?"

Cheng Jian couldn't help but be furious when he heard her say such words: "Demon woman, I will end you for my uncle, haven't you hurt your uncle all these years?"

The man stretched out his hand to stop him, and turned back to the woman: "If it weren't for the thought of this hundred years of love, maybe my palm would have killed you just now." ”

The woman smiled coquettishly: "Oh, do you really think that you are still the same unrepentant a hundred years ago? The unrepentant man who made me love and fear is dead, and you can only be that stupid man in the future, why don't you stay with me for another hundred years?"

It turned out that the man in front of Cheng Jian was the eldest disciple of Yanxia Peak Zhou Tong, who left Kunyu Mountain with the Shenshu of Tangtai a hundred years ago and did not know where to go, and said that he did not regret it.

Cheng Jian said unrepentantly: "Senior uncle, a major event happened in Kunyu Mountain a year ago, and the Demon Sect Leader Yang Mian led many scattered cultivators to besiege Kunyu Mountain. Moreover, Master had said that that incident was just the beginning, and even he could not predict what would happen next. Besides, the mistakes that Uncle Shi made back then were just unintentional mistakes, and it was enough to exile myself for a hundred years. ”

Yan Buregret sighed and was about to speak, when he heard the woman behind him laugh disdainfully: "Even if he goes back to Kunyu Mountain with you now, I'm afraid it's useless." Now he is nothing more than a waste, he has slept with me for a hundred years, and his cultivation has long been sucked dry and eaten by me. What can he do when he goes back?"

Yan Bu regretted gently turning his head to look at the woman who had been smiling proudly and living with him for a hundred years: "Do you think I really don't know? Although I sealed my spiritual wisdom and was willing to be taken away by you to cultivate my spiritual power, do you really think that I am a wasted person? Wake up, there are some things that you can't know with your realm." ”

The woman hated and said, "Surnamed Yan, if you dare to leave me, I will let you die in my hands, anyway, what I can't get, it's not a pity to destroy it, otherwise you will kill me." ”

As she spoke, the woman's long hair flew and her dress fluttered, and she slapped her palm behind her without regret, and the momentum was as great as the collapse of a mountain.

Without remorse, a sword appeared from his hand, the sword did not come out of the sheath, but there was a slight pause on the ground, and a sword qi overflowed from the scabbard. The sword qi slashed through the small courtyard, across the hut, the courtyard shattered, the hut collapsed, and by the way, it knocked the woman to the ground without hurting her in the slightest. The remaining momentum of the sword qi was unabated, and it crossed the Li River, slashing towards Qingyuan Mountain, the water of the Li River was cut open a huge chasm, and the high Qingyuan Mountain was cut off in half by a sword and fell into the Li River, setting off a huge wind and waves.

Yan Bu regretted looking back at the woman who was sitting on the ground: "Now you should know how much I don't care about that little bit of cultivation, right?"

The woman collapsed to the ground and muttered, "Why do you refuse to kill me?

Yan Bu sighed and said: "I may have liked you a hundred years ago, but I don't think I know these things you have done in the past hundred years? ”

The woman suddenly began to cry bitterly: "Why, I would rather you kill me with a sword! But you refuse, I know, I know that you have mine in your heart, but I have done a lot of wrong things over the years, so you hate me? Please, don't drive me away, I won't do bad things again." I'll try to be obedient and be a good wife in the future, but don't leave me, okay? I was wrong, I changed, I won't dare in the future!

Without regret, she looked at this woman who was lying on the ground and cried bitterly, this woman who had been crazy in love a hundred years ago, who had been willful for a hundred years, but now she was afraid of her leaving, sighed, and said to the stunned Cheng Jian: "You go back first, I did wrong things in the past, and she has done a lot of wrong things in the past hundred years, I want to solve those things first, and then I will go back to Kunyu." ”

Cheng Jian looked at the figure in the distance and didn't understand why the two people who were going to fight and kill a moment ago could travel far away hand in hand in a blink of an eye. Could this be the legendary bedside fight and bedside fighting?