The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 79: The master of this seat is a drama

If it wasn’t for Chu’s late arrival, and looking at his serious appearance, he felt that he would really believe his nonsense.

Xia Shi is the son of Chu Ningning?

What kind of joke, is he really stupid?

However, the face of the master is always unsatisfactory, so in the following days, from time to time, the ink will be accompanied by Chu Xiening’s acting, making a pair of “Scorpio” and “this is actually the case”. “I don’t think that the master is so bohemian. Man", such a reaction.

I have to say that although I don’t know what Chu Ningning wants to do, this experience is quite interesting.

The ink burned him three times, and he teased him. The sun was in the teahouse, and the ink burned it, screaming at the round and clear eyes: "The teacher respects the master."

Chu night Ning swallowed a Yangshuo tea and squinted at him: "Well?"

"Why don’t you recognize Xia Shidi?"

Chu night Ning said: "It is not recognized, the fate has not arrived."

"When is it time to get the fate?"

"Look at him for creation."

The smoldering look of his inscrutable appearance, the ribs of the smirk are hurting, and he has to make a pity: "Xia Shidi is really pitiful."

For example, when the road is hurrying, the ink burns and folds a branch of willow. On the way, the cat is ridiculed and beaten, and it is boring, and it calls the night.

"Master respects Master."

"What is it?"

"I quietly ask you something." Smacked and said with a smile, "Women...who are you? Are you beautiful?"

Chu night Ning stunned, and immediately covered the past with a light cough.

"Yes."

"Hey? Can you only get it?" The ink burned and surprised. "I thought that I could make the teacher’s eyes clear, and it would definitely be a beautiful woman."

"..."

The ink burned according to the hoe, and the dark horse of his own was close to the white horse of the late night, and he slammed it and asked: "Is there a relationship between Shizun and Shishen?"

"...What is the exchange?" Chu night Ning Yin glanced at him coldly, touched the upper and lower lips, and said, "Your teacher is dead."

Did you kill your wife and children in two sentences? The ink burned almost by the saliva: "Dead, dead?... How did you die?"

Chu night Ning no expression: "Difficult to produce."

"..." Hey, hahahaha.

If it is not the case, the ink burns that he must laugh and fall from the horse back to the ground.

This is an interesting topic, and the burning of the ink will not be easily let go. The next day, before the road, I washed a bag of fresh and full cherries, and I packed it in the hustle and bustle to eat on the night road in Chu, and then I talked to myself again.

"Master, can I know who the teacher is, what is the name?"

Chu Xiaoning picked up a syrup cherries and ate it quietly, then chilled: "The deceased has been stunned, knowing what her name is."

The ink burns from the goodness of acting: "The monarch has passed the path of filial piety, and the teacher-in-law is even more ruthless. When the apprentice should also remember his surname, the winter solstice is clear and clear, and worship is required."

Chu nightning continued to eat his cherries, faintly said: "No. Your teacher is not such a laity, do not like incense."

The ink burned and licked, and turned a big white eye. My heart said: It is obvious that you can’t arrange the life of your own lady for a while. Actually, there is still a face that says that the teacher is floating out of the dust and not eating the fireworks. The face is still smiling: "The teacher is so refined, presumably also the person who cultivates the fairy?"

Chu night Ning paused, white-like frost snow fingertips took another cherry, chewed slowly, and said: "Good."

The ink burns with curiosity: "Which martial art is it?"

Chu Xiaoning estimated the age of Xia Shi’s rebellion. When he was still in Linyi, he did not waver: “The Confucianist Gate.”

"Oh..." The ink burned slightly. This is to give Chu latening a hole, Confucianism has always been respected by male disciples, although the female disciple has no ill-treatment on the martial arts professor, but never has the opportunity to show up, and never leave a name, so Although the Confucianism women’s training is quite capable, but the rivers and lakes only know the four words of "Confucianism and female repairs", but no one knows their respective names, so they are not made to be verified by the late night. .

However, the smoldering is a person who is easily abolished. Immediately reorganize the spirit and perseverely ask: "When did the Master and the Master know each other, and how did they know?"

"This......"

Chu Xiaoning could not be compiled for a while, hesitating, his eyes touching the bright and sparkling eyes, suddenly realized that he did not have to answer his questions, immediately licked his lips, wide sleeves, cold voice, " For the private affairs of the teacher, have you ever asked so much?"

Speaking of the engine, the white clothes went away, and the ink burned far behind.

The two wandered outside for more than ten days, ran several small fairy doors in succession, and searched around the market’s weapons and spirit stone stalls, but did not find any clues.

On this day, Chu Evening used the letter to send a letter to Xue Zheng, and after communicating with Xue Zhengxuan, he and the ink burned out of the inn, and went to the market under the gate of the lonely moon to check the situation.

Solitary Moon Night is the world’s largest drug sect, and is also the teacher’s door to Mrs. Xue Mengsheng’s mother.

This fairy gate was built on an island called "Lingling Island", but in fact Lin Lingyu is not a real island, but a giant basaltic back. The Xuanwu Shou, a million years old, had set a **** deed with the elders of the ancestors of the Lonely Moon Night, and humped the whole fairy to swim the sea, with its unique scent to nourish the island’s tens of thousands of flowers.

The disciples of the lonely moon night have always been mysterious and uncontested. The martial art itself communicates with the outside world very often. Only in the first fifteenth of each month, the Xuanwu will be hugged around the Yangzhou port. At this time, other sects will come to the island to purchase drugs, and there will be businessmen. They sell weapons and stone, as well as some goods that are not available on the island.

However, the most famous one on Linling Island is not the lonely moon night, but the “Xuanyuan Pavilion”. Xuanyuan Pavilion belongs to the lonely moon night gate. It is a well-known business firm in the realm of repairing.

The firm opened twice a month, selling the top drugs on a lonely night, as well as the rare treasures of various sellers. Although commodities often touch the taboo of the comprehension, no one will eat empty and lonely moon nights. After all, the whole spiritual medicine of the whole comprehension is produced from this martial art. From some perspectives, the strength of the lonely moon night Not less than today’s first big school "Confucianism."

"There are a lot of people here, you put on the cloak."

More and more people came to Linling Island, and Chu Ning himself lowered the hood of the cloak and whispered the ink.

Although Xuanyuan Pavilion respects the table, it has set up a box for each major martial art in the bidding market. However, since it is a trading place for selling and selling gray, in most cases, the monks often do not show the true face, lest people find out Some of the bottom, or plain white to get rid of the disaster.

The ink-burning and Chu-night-nine entered the Xuanyuan Pavilion. The pavilion is divided into three floors. The center of the first floor stands a nine-petal lotus white jade platform, covering the indestructible protective enchantment of Jiuzhong. This is where the exhibition will be shipped.

With Baiyutai as the core, hundreds of benches made of red rosewood are extended in four directions to the southeast and northwest. It is the most common seat.

The second floor is a compartment, each with a golden nanmu window in front of the compartment. There is a layer of gauze in front of the window. The curtain is woven by silver moon yarn. It is clear from the inside, but outside. I can’t see the scene inside, which protects the privacy of the guests. It’s just expensive, nine thousand gold each time.

Chu nightning does not like to be crowded with people, holding the golden leaves sent by Xue Zhengyi, the flowers are not a little bit sad.

The servants of Xuanyuan Pavilion serving the guests are all set aside with the owner of the house. They will not leak a little bit of private affairs, but even then, Chu Ningning is still not assured that he wants the best position in the compartment and let the servant end Two pots of snow and cold fragrance, eight fresh fruit and eight candied fruit, four cakes and four sweets, and then people let go.

In the compartment, only he and the two were burned. Chu night Ning raised his hand and fell into the cloak. He stood at the window and looked at the moving head below.

"Listen to the Lord, this time Xuanyuan will sell the same weapon, the name is called back."

"Return?" The ink swayed and shook his head. "I have never heard of it."

"It is a god."

The ink burned and was shocked: "Shenwu? But Jinchengchi is not already-"

"I know what you mean. But it is said that this return was discovered in an unknown tomb in Wanshenling. It should be that when the predecessor of his predecessor died, there would be no children to pass, so that Shenwu would be buried."

"...It turned out to be the case."

However, Shenwu only recognizes the name of the Lord. When the name-giving Lord dies, Shenwu will recognize his son. Even if other people get the martial arts, it is difficult to exert their strength. In the case of ink burning, it does not make much sense to buy such weapons.

Chu Xiu Ning saw the thoughts of ink burning, and said: "Although Shenwu does not recognize the Lord, he can not exert his true strength, but in any case, the power will still be several times stronger than the ordinary weapons. These people will still be eager."

The ink burned my heart: "I understand the meaning of the teacher. Ordinary people rarely see a **** in a lifetime. Since it is said that this ’return’ was discovered in the unknown tomb, and it is a long time, then everyone Most of them will lead to their own spiritual temptations, in case they are descendants of the original master? Try it and it won’t be."

"It is true."

Insinctive thoughts: "There is a hard time seeing God, but at this time there is an unowned out bidding. How do you look like the number of fake hooks, take a high imitation fake to deceive everyone to release spiritual power, so that he can I know that everyone in the room has the essence of what he is looking for."

Chu night Ning Shi Shiran sat down on a soft chair, took a sip of cold snow, and slowly finished drinking. He looked at the crowd of people below, whispered: "It is true. Whether this martial art is true or false, is it a fake bureau, it is always wrong to explore."

The voice fell, and I heard the next generation.

Chu nightning and ink burning down, all are slightly 怔

I saw the Golden Gate of Xuanyuan Pavilion, a bonnet-covered monk, two rows of blue clothes flying, the young boy with the head of the jade crown came down, the head of the man was slender, the heroic and handsome, not for the black market. The path is covered.

The ink burned and wondered: "Leaves forget?"

The author has something to say: The small theater "Welcome to the Sotheby’s auction, what do you most want to see at the auction? 》

Ink burning: a medicine that can make people no longer dream.

Chu Xiaoning: I don’t have anything I want. I heard that there is a famous black gold knife next door next door, which can be used to give Xue Meng a god, then the black gold knife. (Oh, I know that you are Zhang Qiling’s wrong place, the next one.)

Xue Meng: Black gold ancient knife (Zhang Qiling, you can’t go!!)

Teacher: Black...

Meat bag: Shut up! !

Teacher: Black pot eliminator, I haven’t finished yet.

Meat pack: ...oh.

Mei Hanxue: Selling beauty? Since the ancient black market trading line will sell a variety of beautiful people, I have to look good, take it back and put it in the palace as an ornament.

Ye Forgiveness: (Tuen Mun) ... all against the wall, kneel down. Policemen.