(Girls' Literature) Twenty-nine lanes are not big or small, more than a dozen poor families live together, the old lane takes the name of twenty-nine is not any meaning, before the renovation and construction of the long safety city, this lane is next to a main road, dozens of lanes on the street from the north down for the twenty-ninth road, the name of the lane is also so determined.

Just by this name, you can guess that it will not be a good location, the poor place is a concise and easy to understand, potholed dirt and stone roads, on rainy days, the mud is splashed everywhere, and the loess walls have long been worn out smooth as a mirror.

The neighbors of the whole alley could not rely on each other, but during the reconstruction of Kyoto, I heard that the old alley was demolished, and the original households were all driven to the newly opened residences outside the city, and more than a dozen families knelt in a row at the entrance of the Chang'an Yamen with kitchen knives.

In the end, it is the national spirit that is killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, the old and young of Lane 29 are so with kitchen knives against their necks, Chang'an Yali can see that it is okay, and the big case of dozens of lives has to be buried with him, so he hurriedly crossed out the name of Lane 29 on the reconstruction paperwork.

shouting all day long that he is a Kyoto person, this is so far away from the city, so how can he go back to his hometown to visit relatives in front of that group of raw melons and eggs?

Lane 29 has not been demolished and retained, although in the middle of the night in the bed still distressed by the demolition fee, but this group of old neighbors has cultivated a lot of revolutionary friendship since then, after all, this is also a knife together.

But in the end, there are no characters in the place where there is no interest, Lane 29 has not seen anyone move out for so many years, and every household has to paste a few handfuls of yellow paper money upside down, no one really dislikes anyone, it's fate.

However, the quarrel at this time was not because of who hiccuped again, and made a fuss in order to make money, but about a pot of porridge.

"Auntie, you patted your chest that day and swore that day, two handfuls of salt, boil for an hour, I remember everything!" The immature voice looked a little aggrieved.

"Yo, pineapple, you stinky girl has come to the door, God knows how much you grabbed two handfuls of salt, and you played with it!"

"You just see that I can eat fish fillet porridge for monthly money, jealous of me, jealous of me, jealous of me!" the girl shouted and stomped her feet, her small mouth pouting high.

"Who's rare, Ma Yu gave way!" the wooden door was slammed shut.

The girl peeked at the hole in the wooden door for a while, and confirmed that the eldest lady had gone back to the house to lie down, so she moved aggrievedly and walked home.

...

Lane 29 has never lacked bastard boys who cause trouble, there is no shape for yelling all day long, and what is in the alley day and night is the shouting and scolding of those little deflated three, but there is an exception to this matter.

Whenever the girl called pineapple walks through the muddy alleyway, I can't even hear the sound of a needle landing in Lane 29, and the walls along the road are full of people.

Every time there is a dispute over who will marry a girl in the future, all the teenagers act like half-truths, but only they know in their hearts that they really dare to play with their lives in order to marry pineapples.

...

Pineapple carefully avoided the mud puddle, looked at the brand-new embroidered shoes on her feet, and finally forgot a lot about the pot of salty fish fillet porridge, and then remembered that the remaining monthly money was enough to buy a box of Tak Fong Kee rouge, and raised her little face and snickered.

Jumping all the way back to the yard, I swept the inside and out with a broom, soaked the pots and pans with clean water, picked up the bamboo basket on the wooden table and went out again.

Obviously, after walking many times in the chaotic narrow alleys, the girl seemed to be familiar with the road, and it was probably more comfortable to step on the bluestone slab than the mudflats, and her light footsteps quickly stopped in front of a roll of thick cotton cloth.

Boom!

As soon as the pineapple put down the bamboo basket and was about to lift the cotton cloth, a thunderclap sounded in her ears, and the frightened girl knelt on the ground, like a panicked young elk.

Before she could calm down, there was another roar, violently shaking and even lifting the dust on the street, she looked at the stained embroidered shoes, and shouted angrily: "Ahhhh

The thunder stopped abruptly, and the thick cotton cloth was quickly lifted to reveal a square face.

Yue Xia looked down and said helplessly: "Uncle washed it for you, it's really not uncle's fault!"

Pineapple made a small face and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Yue!"

"A box of Defang Ji!"

"Hehe, Uncle Yue is the best!" Pineapple tugged at the corner of her clothes, looking ashamed.

"Oh yes, here you go!" the girl tapped her head and remembered something, and obediently handed over the bamboo basket.

Yue Xia took the bamboo basket, rubbed the girl's hair dotingly, and said softly, "Are you tired of working in the house?"

Pineapple gouged out her ears and grimaced: "Uncle is going to be reasonable again, don't listen or listen!"

Yue Xia looked at the girl who was walking away from the left and right, and shook her head with a smile.

Yun Zhao, who had just come out of the backyard, saw this scene and held on to the corner of the table in horror, Yue Xia actually... Actually pedophilia?

Yue Xia pulled the thick cotton cloth again, turned around and roared angrily: "Bastard, you won't be quiet when you strike iron?"

Yun Zhao remembered every hammer he asked for to pour into his body, and instantly wanted to cry aggrieved.

......

The pineapple cake in the bamboo basket was constantly stuffed into his mouth, feeling the sweet and soft Yun Zhao in his mouth, he forcibly held back the gossip flame in his heart, and asked in a changed tone: "Refining the body to break through the blocked veins to enhance the body, isn't it possible to practice normally if the eight pulses are broken too much?"

"The eight veins are the foundation of cultivation, which is far different from the rest of the knots and veins, and it is not easy to break through. Yue Xia took a small bite of the pineapple crisp, and then followed the crumbs that fell with one hand.

Yun Zhao thought carefully for a moment and said tentatively: "Those few... General Pingzheng?"

The Tang Dynasty Military Department was praised as one of the eight in the world, strictly speaking, it was the credit of the four generals, and the four generals of the Four Great Kings and the Four Pingzheng Generals overturned countless advanced cultivators, and what terrifying realm did the cultivation reach?

"A couple of generals... Do you think they still need to use the source qi to cultivate?"

The four generals who were able to crush many cultivators with their physique had naturally already broken through the eight veins and reached the threshold of cultivation with their body refining, but how could a group of people who were already standing at the peak of the world's strength covet the cultivation of the source qi of the micro end, it was superfluous for the cultivation of a powerful body refinement.

"Then how does the refining body divide the realm?"

"What realm you can fight is what realm, does this still need to be asked?" Yue Xia stared at the boy with an idiotic gaze.

Yun Zhao scratched his head a little embarrassed, but his mouth didn't stop at all.

"How are you refining?"

"I practice with source qi. ”

"Then you teach me to refine my body!?"

"I strike iron to forge weapons, and you strike iron to refine your body. ”

...

"How does the cultivation of Source Qi penetrate the first three realms?"

"Beginning with the solid form of the Fusion Source Sea through the Heavenly Pivot, the resonance of the hundred orifices becomes a whirlpool and breaks the dust, and the scattered thoughts and empowerments end the weather with force. ”

"Above the Fall?" Yun Zhao asked, looking at him.

Yue Xia's square face was a little hesitant, "The source soldier is engraved with life and death, and the weather is transformed into a realm." ”

The young man rolled his eyes, stretched out a finger and shook it, "Pretending to be mysterious, it's not uncommon to know!"

...

Soon the young man couldn't hold it back again, and said with a hippie smile: "Why is Qianqin so afraid of you?"

"He owes me a lot of money. ”

"He also lied to you to open meat and took you to the Qinglou?"

“......”

"Oh, let's talk about it, it's all the old man who is embarrassed about something, it doesn't exist!"

Yue Xia stared at the anvil and fell into memory.

"That day he came to the shop and shouted for me to forge the sharpest weapon in the world..."

"It took me three years to cast, and I used up the scarce ore and rock that I had collected for more than ten years... He made a knife, and he thought it was too expensive and ran away. ”

...

"That's it, where's the knife?"

"You're on the waist. ”

Yun Zhao looked stunned, and the hand that was stroking the unsheathed suddenly froze.

He quickly remembered that that day in the carriage to Chang'an, Qianqin said with a normal face that he was so far away from home to travel.