The spring breeze is ten miles, and all the wine is not as good as you. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since Tan Manxue's illness got a little better yesterday, Liu Mu and the others have lived in an inn in Luoyi City, and this is the second time he has stayed at this inn. Ignoring the store's gray face, after asking for an upper room, he never came out again, and he ordered Xiao Er to work on his behalf and send it to the room. threw out a lot of silver without hesitation, so that Xiao Er, who was crying and mourning, couldn't wait to call his ancestors. However, Xiao Er, who walked out of the door, pretended to cry and mourn again, making the others laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm not already well!" The sick beauty talked about Manxue, under Liu Mu's meticulous care, she could barely sit and lean on the bed, her pale face was also flushed with a healthy flush at the moment, and her watery eyes looked at the man in front of her who was busy covering her with a sweet smile, stretched out her jade hand to hold Liu Mu's hand, and said softly!

"It's my fault that I didn't think it through. Liu Mu's tone was mixed with guilt, and he held Tan Manxue's soft sword in the palm of his hand, put his hands together in front of his chin, and said softly.

Tan Manxue had never seen Liu Muhui so affectionate, and immediately a warm current burst into her heart, almost shedding tears, her eyes were red and she looked at the man who belonged to her in front of her, but she remembered her aunt in her mind, she wanted to tell her that she had found the happiness that her aunt said, and did not follow her old path, they would live plainly, happily, and have a child of their own, watch him grow up together, and grow old together.

"You like to admit your mistakes?" Feeling the hot heat from Liu Mu's palm, Tan Manxue retracted his thoughts, showed a playful smile, stuck out his tongue, and asked.

Hearing Tan Manxue's question, Liu Mu was a little sluggish. He really didn't know when he learned to admit his mistakes, this kind of subconscious change in the past, he would be very resistant, and even hide far away. But now he doesn't want to, he wants to cherish the woman in front of him and want to live a simple life with her, but the big man's mind is troublesome, and he doesn't admit defeat and says: "I prefer to drink!"

"What about me?" Tan Manxue's eyes flashed with a hint of brightness, more of expectation, and he stared at Liu Mu without blinking and asked.

Liu Mu knew that he was going to suffer after saying that sentence, and sure enough, Tan Manxue got his wish and put him in again. In fact, he didn't look back carefully, if he did, he would find that he had never won every confrontation with Tan Manxue. At the beginning, he described Tan Manxue's definition very appropriately, and the woman in front of him was indeed very intelligent. So, after a few quick breaths, he blurted out: "All the wine is not as good as you!"

This sentence is familiar to Manxue, and she is well-educated and knows the origin of this sentence, which is a line in a love poem written by a lyricist surnamed Guo, "The spring breeze is ten miles, and all the wine is not as good as you." Although she knew, she was still hit by Liu Mu's affection and jumped cautiously, such a little affection was blown away by the spring breeze and came again, floating in the air at a height of 30,000 miles. May all those who wander have wine to drink, and may those who are lonely all sing. May those who love each other have a future, and those who are willing to wait have answers, this is not a portrayal of them.

"I still like your wine, I can walk in with you. Tan Manxue smiled very sweetly, as if she wanted to rub all the spring breeze into her feelings, and completely instilled it into Liu Mu, so that she would no longer have regrets in her life.

Liu Mu just looked at Tan Manxue quietly, as if the only thing he could do in this world was this thing, the two of them smiled and watched, just waiting for the passage of time, they didn't mind letting it be barren.

"Amitabha! A Buddha horn sounded in his ears, interrupting the quiet between the two, Liu Mu frowned a little unhappily, and his face was ugly to death.

Tan Manxue pulled out the hand that Liu Mu had been holding, raised it and naturally stroked Liu Mu's brows, and after gently smoothing it, she said softly: "Go and have a look, it should be running for you." Seeing that Liu Mu wanted to speak and stopped, he interrupted: "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." “

Liu Mu nodded, turned around and walked towards the outside of the room, and when he passed by the table, he lifted the three thousand miles on the table, and the momentum around him became solemn with every step, like a god who walked out of the sky, squeezing the surrounding space, and when he arrived outside the door, all the momentum seemed to disappear, and it seemed that it had never appeared, it was so flat. But in the eyes of Fan Hui downstairs, he was shocked and abnormal, which was a sign of high mental compression, which was only recorded in legendary ancient books.

"I don't know much with you Shaolin, you should leave. Liu Mu glanced at the more than a dozen bright bald heads downstairs, among which the old monk who hit the head was particularly conspicuous, only to see his slender figure, dressed in bright yellow Buddha clothes, cut and fitted incomparably, covered with a big red robe, and faintly embroidered with gold silk. The heavenly court is full and ruddy, the ground is unique and round, and the white eyebrows and white beards are quite in the form of a monk. However, Liu Mu, who was disturbed, still said angrily.

Fan Hui is the Buddha of the original Prajna Hall, a monk in Shaolin since childhood, martial arts qualifications are rare in a hundred years, a body of Pranyo dragon elephant is full of true qi and abnormal, straight to the congenital intermediate level, known as the first person in Shaolin in a hundred years. In addition to teaching the martial arts of the monks of Prajnatang on weekdays, he has been meditating in the Buddhist hall, and it is really difficult for outsiders to see his face, and it is rumored that his head is like a Buddha bowl, with eight arms, and he has the power of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger angrily. Because he walked outside many years ago, he acted quite ruthlessly, and he broke his hands and feet every time he was in battle, and finally fell into the name of a blood Buddha.

"Since the magic knife has come to my Luoyi, how can I not entertain Shaolin, so that the laughter of the same people in the rivers and lakes can break the eardrums of the old man, and the old man can't afford it. Fan Hui's cone-like pupils showed a cruel and inexplicable smile, and he said word by word.

Liu Mu knew that this Fan Hui would not bring himself back today, and he swore endlessly, looking at the dozen or so warrior monks with high temples, all of them sharpening their knives, I am afraid that they are ready to coerce themselves by force to be a guest. If he was alone, he didn't think he would be afraid, even if he couldn't kill the other party, it would probably not be easy for the other party to keep him. It's just that the talk in the room is full of snow, and now what I need is to recuperate, and I can't bear to run long distances with myself anymore. Besides, I'm afraid it's not easy to rush out with me to talk about the snow, and my heart is burning for a while. But his face remained cold and flat, and he said, "Does the master have to go back next time?"

"When you killed Mo Xiong, the head of the Mo family, you should have thought that there would be today. My Shaolin has always been responsible for subduing demons and eliminating demons, and now how can I not invite the magic knife to my Shaolin to eat fast and chant Buddha, and dissolve this full of anger, which is a good thing for the rivers and lakes and you. Fan Hui looked compassionate, lowered her eyebrows and put one palm on her chest, and said compassionately.

Liu Mu hasn't seen through the red dust yet, not to mention that he still likes to eat meat and drink wine, he doesn't think that Shaolin really invites him to go back to eat fasting and chant Buddha, it is estimated that what awaits him is endless confinement. Knowing that he couldn't be good, Liu Mu turned his head and looked around without giving up, he needed a suitable opportunity to break free from the predicament. The next moment, his brows stretched, the corners of his mouth were pulled up to reveal a somewhat good-looking smile, and he said: "The name of the knife is three thousand miles, four feet long, and it weighs twenty-one pounds. “