Chapter 11 The family and the country are the world, and the family is in front

Li Jinglan was very quiet, and stood respectfully at the foot of the backyard hut.

The weather in early summer is not too hot, but standing in one place for a long time is not counted, the sun is very big, the bare skin is hot and painful, from midnight to noon, and then to the future, Li Jinglan did not move at all.

Halfway through, the door of the hut finally "squeaked" open, and the old Taoist priest walked out, looking at Li Jinglan, who was sweating and red, and asked in a deep voice, "Figured it out?"

"Old fairy, I still don't understand!"

The old Taoist priest said angrily: "If you don't understand, just think about it! I'm not a stinky scholar, and I have no class to teach? Or is it indiscriminate, only he understands it in his heart." ”

"How many questions can I ask?"

"Ask, ask, ask. ”

"The rivers and lakes are high, or the temples are high?"

"Hehe, I'm outside the green mountains, at ease, above the old Xiucai temple, exhausted, what do you say?"

"I have a grievance, how can I cross the green mountain?"

"One finger opens the mountain, and one sword breaks the river?"

"Outside the mountains, green mountains and green mountains?"

"The avenue is like the sky, and the sword qi is calm. ”

"That's not what the Master said!"

"Old Xiucai, it's hard to stretch out in the cage, do you think that Confucianism won't carry a murderous sword?

"Heaven and Earth Monarch, I have to ask!"

"That's a good question, but understand?"

"Can you really go straight to a product in three years?"

The old Taoist priest suddenly twisted his beard and smiled, "Hahaha!"

Li Jinglan bowed and was silent.

The old Taoist priest said proudly: "There are three apprentices in the life of the poor road, Ji Yushan Dao is transparent, Jiazi is flying, Zhao Yushui is worried about the country and the people, when I hear that the dragon in the North Sea has turned over, mourning all over the wilderness, going north alone, slashing it with a sword, which has a glimpse of a glimmer of heaven, the grass is the house, and the Beihai has been forgotten for 30 years to be a fairy, with your talent, what is the way to do it in three years?"

Li Jinglan bowed down: "Master!"

The old fairy howled indulgently and wore a golden cracked silk.

As soon as he pointed at Li Jinglan's eyebrows, Li Jinglan felt that his limbs were like ants and insects walking, and then like hundreds of rivers and seas, from the dantian qi sea to the top of his head, his eyebrows were hot, and he fainted.

The old Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves, laid him flat on the stone table near the left side of the hut, pinched a trick at random, and meditated.

Good one

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

Li Jingxian's sword heart is clear, and the old Taoist priest does not deliberately cover up the heavens, so he naturally understands everything that happens in the backyard, but she doesn't quite understand why her brother, who has always been stubborn, changed his mind.

And the master, who was far away in the capital, couldn't help but sigh after receiving an unexpected and reasonable letter: "Niu Bi is right, he is in a fan cage! If you can free one hand, where can you let the stinky Niu Bi cut off his beard halfway, worry, worry!"

And from the prince's turn, thousands of miles away, the stagecoach alone ran to death three horses, which shows that the cost is huge, and there are only a few short words on the letter.

The letter was placed in front of the master for a few hours, and then it was sent to the house of Li Yundao, the commander of the black-clothed guards, at this time Li Yundao was no longer the rich businessman of yesterday, dressed in a black brocade marquis suit, three and a half feet long black beard, how could there be half a mercenary in his eyes, and he was full of energy. It's just that the forehead between the eyebrows is slightly tired.

Looking at the seven square block letters placed on the bookcase, Li Yundao touched the back of his head with his big chubby hand, "The words have not grown much! The momentum is very strong! It is much calmer than that of Lao Tzu?" and then shouted, grinning his teeth.

A middle-aged beautiful woman flashed out from behind, Ren Li Yundao jumped up and down, her right hand fingerprints did not move, and the corners of her eyes were angry.

"Li Yundao, tell the old lady, a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Lady, let go, let go! It's also the capital, don't mess around!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman was unmoved, and sneered: "Why does Marquis Li feel vulgar? Do you want to divorce me, a vulgar woman? The fox spirits in the capital have grabbed a handful, which one do you like? Do you want the old lady to give you a match?"

Now Li Yundao, who is known as the "black-clothed Yama" by all parties in the capital, has no image, but he keeps asking for mercy, the woman viciously ravaged Li Yundao again, panting and snatching Li Yundao's Taishi chair, sitting in front of the desk, looking at the seven words of tall and handsome, and crying loudly.

Li Yundao rubbed his hands, his face was full of sadness, he was worried about the woman, walking around but didn't know what to do, this picture would fall in the eyes of the six departments of the capital, and his jaw would drop in shock.

It was easy for the woman to cry tired, Li Yundao stepped forward and whispered: "Madam, it's really a good thing, if the master's original design was my last resort, although Jinglan got a moment of peace, then this time it was a great opportunity to get out of thin air, even the shocking strings will be contaminated with a lot of luck, and it will be a sure deal!"

The woman was first stunned, and then sneered: "Hehe, it's better to make a deal than to make a deal?"

The black-clothed guards standing guard outside could be heard through the courtyard wall, jingling bells, crackling loud noises, and quickly sat down at the tea shop opposite, bowed his head and turned sideways, in case the fish in the pond were affected by the fire at the city gate, that one was not a joke.

In just two months, the black-clothed marquis who killed thousands of people was afraid of the inside, this is a big joke in the capital, but this joke can only be held in the stomach, you can laugh, you can't talk, it is another big wonder in the capital.

And in the dead of night, the middle-aged beautiful woman snuggled up to Li Yundao's huge body, sobbing and asked, "Master, is Jinglan going to suffer a lot again?"

Li Yundao said that he hugged the woman's shoulders and said seriously: "It's his father who I don't fight, my son has grown up, I didn't spare my life before, it was to keep his sister and brother safe, but now my son asked his father for a life talisman, Yiqing, I plan well, and I lost to my son for no reason!"

"Death!" The middle-aged beauty changed her brutal appearance during the day, and turned her tears into laughter, which was unique in the swaying candlelight.

Under the candlelight, the two snuggled together, looking at their son's ink repeatedly, and they couldn't get enough of it.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!