Kuai Chuan's face-slapping scumbag professional account
Chapter 103 1: Martial Arts Chapter
Even though he was exhausted after a day's driving, Ning Jiuchen was very happy when he thought of being able to sleep on the same bed with his senior sister at night.
The inn was very shabby, and there was no place to take a bath. Ning Jiuchen had greeted her senior sister, so she went downstairs and planned to call Xiao Er to bring some hot water for her and senior sister to scrub.Normally, there is no need for her to urge this at all, it may be because there are so many of them today that the store can't take care of them
"I'll think of an idea later, to lure out that lively girl, and then you put this in the tea and send it to the colder girl upstairs."
"Is this poison? Is it too cruel to do so?"
"Why are you asking so much? You just do what I ordered, and it will benefit you. After confirming that she drank the water, you go to the leading man and lure him into the room. Do you understand?"
"You want to ruin that woman"
"It's good to know, if you want to say that you slipped your mouth", the man gestured to wipe his neck, "Be smarter for me".
Ning Jiuchen didn't expect that the time when she came down was just so coincidental, and she happened to run into how these two people combined to harm the senior sister.If she hadn't recovered a lot in martial arts now, and her hearing has soared, she would really be afraid that they would succeed in their tricks.He actually wants to let others touch his senior sister, how can he kill her to relieve his anger?
Watching the man come out of the kitchen, Ning Jiuchen flicked his fingers in the air, knocked out the waiter first, and then walked slowly in the yard, waiting for the man to play tricks and lure him out.
Hearing the sound made deliberately by the other party, Ning Jiuchen looked for the sound and caught a glimpse of He Zhu's back fleeing in a hurry. She would not be so stupid as to think it was He Zhu himself.It's just that, from this point of view, today's incident should have nothing to do with He Zhu.The designer sister thought she was going to slap the Nine Heavens Sword Sect in the face, and lured herself out, maybe she wanted to kill herself.
So Ning Jiuchen followed this person, but he kept his eyes open. After all, that guy He Zhu had a lot of tricks to poison him, so he avoided those little traps designed by He Zhu.When the man stopped, Ning Jiuchen, who was unarmed, was quickly surrounded by a group of men in black.The weapons of these people seem to be exclusive to the Fallen Sect. Is this trying to increase the grievances between the Unfeeling Sect and the Fallen Sect?It's just that she still wanted to complain, did He Zhu underestimate her own strength, or overestimate his poison?
Here is the dividing line—————
A tree blooms, a tree falls
Lin Huiyin has a very famous poem, you are the April day in the world.
Later, I learned that April is the best time of the year.
Li Liuqian said, light heat, single clothes, April sky, come back again, cherish the fleeting years.Where are the gods in the world.
Walking alone in the courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall, this is probably the style of April. I began to understand that the so-called quiet years may be just like this moment.
There is a bright red flower downstairs in the Nanbeijiao, so dense that the branches cannot be seen at a glance, and the delicate green leaves set off the petals very seductively.For a moment, I thought of a charming witch, with so many charms, she can seduce people's soul without even looking at them, and make people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.For example, opium poppy, knowing that it is poison, can still make people addicted.
When the wind blows, she will tremble slightly, but no flower or leaf will fall.I don't like red, whether it's the kind of pink girly heart, or the kind of bright red that is as warm as life, but Hua'er is beautiful after all, even if it's not the kind of beauty I like.
Turning right out of the dormitory building, I saw two tall and tall trees with white petals all over the sky, and the pleasant fragrance would penetrate into my heart when I took a simple breath.What does it feel like? It may be like the coolness of swallowing a mint, it may be like the comfort of drinking a glass of ice water in the heat of summer, it may be like the sweetness of chocolate melting in the mouth, it is very simple and intoxicating.
I don't know how to describe the beauty of Kazuki's white flowers. It is probably the Nine Heavens Xuannv, a fairy who descends to the earth with a beauty that surpasses the mortal world. She looks at the city of people, and then the country of people.Beautiful, noble and unconventional.
The wind and rain raged all night. The hot and humid weather has cooled down a lot. The air after the rain is always clean and fresh. Maybe you can feel the breath of nature when you go for a walk, and you will be inexplicably emotional.
When walking through there, the mood is a little strange.It turned out that the pure white flowers of a tree were scattered all over the ground. I was a little sorry, the closer the beautiful things are, the easier it is to break.Beauty, there is always no way to preserve it for a long time.But the more regretful it is, the more indescribable emotions people have. Sometimes beauty also comes from regret.Some people say that the most beautiful things in the world are what you can't get and what you lose.
I think of Daiyu's burial of flowers, the flowers wither and fly all over the sky, who will pity when the red flowers fade away, and the flying flowers all over the sky, what a desolate beauty it is.That piece of land is not very flat, and small hills protrude. I am a little fortunate that there is no water on the ground, so that there will not be a small puddle, and there will be no miserable scene of falling flowers submerged in the water.The white petals all over the place won't break anyone's heart!Maybe my thinking is a bit evil, this kind of dilapidated scenery is also a kind of extreme beauty, so beautiful that it makes people a little depraved.Probably the angel broke off a pair of wings, so beautiful that people feel distressed, but finally no longer separated from the mundane world, it will not be illusory and sad, and people can't find a sense of security down to earth.
The leaves on both sides of the road are green and full of vitality, like a child learning to speak.Sometimes I also want to laugh at myself, I will look at the green leaves of the trees in a daze, and I will feel that the beauty is delicious, thinking that other people use this word to describe beautiful women and men.I will look at such a touch of green ridiculously and sadly, just like the eyes of those idiots.
When a tree blooms, just wait for a tree to fall, just like when some people come, some people always leave.After going back and forth, I realized that everyone is just your passerby. If you want to leave, you can't stay.I think of Liang Shiqiu's poem, "You go, I won't see you off, you come, no matter how windy or rainy, I will pick you up!" I never rejected the beauty of April, but I knew I couldn't keep it, so I simply didn't Looking forward to it.
If he knew that he was always going to leave, he would not try to persuade him to stay, he would even be stingy to look at his back, and he would turn around too quickly, just because he was afraid that others would see him being hurt and bleak, but he never regretted it.Just like in the most beautiful time of April, counting the flowers blooming and falling, there will be thousands of emotions turning around, but it will never conceal the initial surprise and pure appreciation.
Sometimes I feel that I may be a lonely ghost, wandering in the world in confusion, there are so many people and things that will make waves in the lake of my heart, but I can put them down with a wave of my hand, just like the fallen flowers in that place, Never really stopped for anyone.Maybe it's too rational, so simply letting yourself see is the indulgence in your heart. In fact, who doesn't cross the river by wading on stones?
When the time was just right, Lin Bumei's wife, Hezi, yearned for him. He clearly admired the beauty of Kazuki's flowers, but began to look forward to the desolation of Kazuki's flowers falling.But after all I am appreciating a simple beauty, am I not?
This state of mind is like a flower that has bloomed and faded for a long time. It is already too mature, and if you know how to appreciate it, you can only appreciate it.
blue silk not yet gray hair
I said that Qingsi is not yet gray, but it is a trance.
I said that the blue hair ran across the corner of my mouth, but I was wandering here and there.
I said that Qingsi concealed the light in my eyes, but I talked and laughed like never before.
I like to stay in such a place, a person is a world, with the peace of soul returning to a pure land of bliss.
Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the secular world, there is no more annoyance from traffic, no more twitter noise, like the loneliness of the world far away in the world.
At the moment, I am quiet.
Sanmao said that if there is an afterlife, you should be a tree, standing forever, without any joy or sorrow.Half of it is peaceful in the soil, half of it is flying in the wind, half of it is in the shade, half of it is bathed in the sun, very silent and very proud, never relying on and never looking for.
I can't stand like a tree, I can't learn to be so outstanding, but also enter the world in a chic way.I hope I am a tree under the Sanmao brush, if possible.
With just one glance, I could see the end of the field, with sparse tree shadows.There are no patches of green in sight, no imaginary churning ocean, bare tree trunks, only gray vicissitudes.It is clearly engraved into the pupils of the eyes, but it cannot be seen too clearly, and it becomes blurred in a trance.The gray tree trunks are intertwined with the white sky in the distance. It is a still ink painting drawn by a child.
I know that the sand in my palm can never be held.
Snow covered the earth, and the endless whiteness may be a romantic encounter. It is the purest and purest angel in everyone's eyes.
As the temperature rises, all the pure white slowly fades away, and the soft sunlight brushes over the face of the field, and the land of pure color blocks becomes scattered and colorful.There is a continuous green in the field that I can't imagine, and I don't know what it is. Is it the most tenacious weed?
Such uniformity reminds me of a chessboard with clear lines, so what is Chuhe Han Street, and what should be jumping chess pieces?Who and who can afford such a huge game, I probably can't think of it.
The water in the pond is not very clean, but it is bright and shining under the embellishment of the sun.However, the wind is not very strong, and the waves cannot be lifted, and the sparkling scene cannot be seen.If you throw a small stone, it may be a circle of water waves. If it shines golden light, I think it will be very beautiful, very attractive and tempting.Of course, I still have to thank the thin ice covering the lake for melting, so that it will not hinder the direct sunlight and prevent me from enjoying such a view.
Without raising my head, I can see the green leaves of the camphor tree in front of me.My eyesight has weakened a lot. If it was before, I should be able to see the veins on the leaves clearly.When the wind blows, it gently shakes my hair, and also drives the leaves to make a cheerful and light sound.Even if I can't smell the scent of flowers or the intoxicating smell, I am still intoxicated in such a simple and slightly warm natural atmosphere.
I really like the feeling of the sun hitting my body, the warmth, the warmth that melts everything, penetrates deep into my bones.I think it is very careful to draw vivid portraits on the ground, not the urgency and roughness controlled by trembling fingers, but a steady and slightly confident demeanor.The interweaving of light and shadow is a beautiful blend of water and fire, and the beauty of colorful colors.
The wind is still light.It's rare, in such a severe cold, it doesn't make people feel cold, it's a touch of softness, like the softness of fingertips gently brushing the cheeks.The bundled strands of hair deviated from their original trajectory, and a handful of strands that were originally gathered together slowly spread out one by one like a thickly painted stroke.The long hair has not yet reached the waist, even if the hair turns gray for a moment, it is not as chic as the three thousand feet of white hair.The hair swept by the breeze fluttered gently from side to side, scraping across the forehead and rubbing the corners of the eyebrows, itching.I don't think I dare to frown. The raised eyebrows may hinder the flowing route of the hair. The comfortable softness makes people reluctant to stop.
I like to sit on the wooden chair and shake gently when I am like this, the body undulates slightly, it feels very comfortable.I seem to be fused with the heaven and the earth. If I accidentally fall asleep, will I be old when I wake up?When did the full head of blue hair turn into white hair fluttering in the wind, will my heart be as bright and dazzling as this color?
The black silk in front of my eyes is still fluttering, and the wooden chair under me is shaking and shaking. When will snapping fingers make people grow old?
Shuanghua without white hair and vicissitudes, is chic and unrestrained in peace, I think, it's just like this.I stopped here and waited to grow old.
The inn was very shabby, and there was no place to take a bath. Ning Jiuchen had greeted her senior sister, so she went downstairs and planned to call Xiao Er to bring some hot water for her and senior sister to scrub.Normally, there is no need for her to urge this at all, it may be because there are so many of them today that the store can't take care of them
"I'll think of an idea later, to lure out that lively girl, and then you put this in the tea and send it to the colder girl upstairs."
"Is this poison? Is it too cruel to do so?"
"Why are you asking so much? You just do what I ordered, and it will benefit you. After confirming that she drank the water, you go to the leading man and lure him into the room. Do you understand?"
"You want to ruin that woman"
"It's good to know, if you want to say that you slipped your mouth", the man gestured to wipe his neck, "Be smarter for me".
Ning Jiuchen didn't expect that the time when she came down was just so coincidental, and she happened to run into how these two people combined to harm the senior sister.If she hadn't recovered a lot in martial arts now, and her hearing has soared, she would really be afraid that they would succeed in their tricks.He actually wants to let others touch his senior sister, how can he kill her to relieve his anger?
Watching the man come out of the kitchen, Ning Jiuchen flicked his fingers in the air, knocked out the waiter first, and then walked slowly in the yard, waiting for the man to play tricks and lure him out.
Hearing the sound made deliberately by the other party, Ning Jiuchen looked for the sound and caught a glimpse of He Zhu's back fleeing in a hurry. She would not be so stupid as to think it was He Zhu himself.It's just that, from this point of view, today's incident should have nothing to do with He Zhu.The designer sister thought she was going to slap the Nine Heavens Sword Sect in the face, and lured herself out, maybe she wanted to kill herself.
So Ning Jiuchen followed this person, but he kept his eyes open. After all, that guy He Zhu had a lot of tricks to poison him, so he avoided those little traps designed by He Zhu.When the man stopped, Ning Jiuchen, who was unarmed, was quickly surrounded by a group of men in black.The weapons of these people seem to be exclusive to the Fallen Sect. Is this trying to increase the grievances between the Unfeeling Sect and the Fallen Sect?It's just that she still wanted to complain, did He Zhu underestimate her own strength, or overestimate his poison?
Here is the dividing line—————
A tree blooms, a tree falls
Lin Huiyin has a very famous poem, you are the April day in the world.
Later, I learned that April is the best time of the year.
Li Liuqian said, light heat, single clothes, April sky, come back again, cherish the fleeting years.Where are the gods in the world.
Walking alone in the courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall, this is probably the style of April. I began to understand that the so-called quiet years may be just like this moment.
There is a bright red flower downstairs in the Nanbeijiao, so dense that the branches cannot be seen at a glance, and the delicate green leaves set off the petals very seductively.For a moment, I thought of a charming witch, with so many charms, she can seduce people's soul without even looking at them, and make people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.For example, opium poppy, knowing that it is poison, can still make people addicted.
When the wind blows, she will tremble slightly, but no flower or leaf will fall.I don't like red, whether it's the kind of pink girly heart, or the kind of bright red that is as warm as life, but Hua'er is beautiful after all, even if it's not the kind of beauty I like.
Turning right out of the dormitory building, I saw two tall and tall trees with white petals all over the sky, and the pleasant fragrance would penetrate into my heart when I took a simple breath.What does it feel like? It may be like the coolness of swallowing a mint, it may be like the comfort of drinking a glass of ice water in the heat of summer, it may be like the sweetness of chocolate melting in the mouth, it is very simple and intoxicating.
I don't know how to describe the beauty of Kazuki's white flowers. It is probably the Nine Heavens Xuannv, a fairy who descends to the earth with a beauty that surpasses the mortal world. She looks at the city of people, and then the country of people.Beautiful, noble and unconventional.
The wind and rain raged all night. The hot and humid weather has cooled down a lot. The air after the rain is always clean and fresh. Maybe you can feel the breath of nature when you go for a walk, and you will be inexplicably emotional.
When walking through there, the mood is a little strange.It turned out that the pure white flowers of a tree were scattered all over the ground. I was a little sorry, the closer the beautiful things are, the easier it is to break.Beauty, there is always no way to preserve it for a long time.But the more regretful it is, the more indescribable emotions people have. Sometimes beauty also comes from regret.Some people say that the most beautiful things in the world are what you can't get and what you lose.
I think of Daiyu's burial of flowers, the flowers wither and fly all over the sky, who will pity when the red flowers fade away, and the flying flowers all over the sky, what a desolate beauty it is.That piece of land is not very flat, and small hills protrude. I am a little fortunate that there is no water on the ground, so that there will not be a small puddle, and there will be no miserable scene of falling flowers submerged in the water.The white petals all over the place won't break anyone's heart!Maybe my thinking is a bit evil, this kind of dilapidated scenery is also a kind of extreme beauty, so beautiful that it makes people a little depraved.Probably the angel broke off a pair of wings, so beautiful that people feel distressed, but finally no longer separated from the mundane world, it will not be illusory and sad, and people can't find a sense of security down to earth.
The leaves on both sides of the road are green and full of vitality, like a child learning to speak.Sometimes I also want to laugh at myself, I will look at the green leaves of the trees in a daze, and I will feel that the beauty is delicious, thinking that other people use this word to describe beautiful women and men.I will look at such a touch of green ridiculously and sadly, just like the eyes of those idiots.
When a tree blooms, just wait for a tree to fall, just like when some people come, some people always leave.After going back and forth, I realized that everyone is just your passerby. If you want to leave, you can't stay.I think of Liang Shiqiu's poem, "You go, I won't see you off, you come, no matter how windy or rainy, I will pick you up!" I never rejected the beauty of April, but I knew I couldn't keep it, so I simply didn't Looking forward to it.
If he knew that he was always going to leave, he would not try to persuade him to stay, he would even be stingy to look at his back, and he would turn around too quickly, just because he was afraid that others would see him being hurt and bleak, but he never regretted it.Just like in the most beautiful time of April, counting the flowers blooming and falling, there will be thousands of emotions turning around, but it will never conceal the initial surprise and pure appreciation.
Sometimes I feel that I may be a lonely ghost, wandering in the world in confusion, there are so many people and things that will make waves in the lake of my heart, but I can put them down with a wave of my hand, just like the fallen flowers in that place, Never really stopped for anyone.Maybe it's too rational, so simply letting yourself see is the indulgence in your heart. In fact, who doesn't cross the river by wading on stones?
When the time was just right, Lin Bumei's wife, Hezi, yearned for him. He clearly admired the beauty of Kazuki's flowers, but began to look forward to the desolation of Kazuki's flowers falling.But after all I am appreciating a simple beauty, am I not?
This state of mind is like a flower that has bloomed and faded for a long time. It is already too mature, and if you know how to appreciate it, you can only appreciate it.
blue silk not yet gray hair
I said that Qingsi is not yet gray, but it is a trance.
I said that the blue hair ran across the corner of my mouth, but I was wandering here and there.
I said that Qingsi concealed the light in my eyes, but I talked and laughed like never before.
I like to stay in such a place, a person is a world, with the peace of soul returning to a pure land of bliss.
Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the secular world, there is no more annoyance from traffic, no more twitter noise, like the loneliness of the world far away in the world.
At the moment, I am quiet.
Sanmao said that if there is an afterlife, you should be a tree, standing forever, without any joy or sorrow.Half of it is peaceful in the soil, half of it is flying in the wind, half of it is in the shade, half of it is bathed in the sun, very silent and very proud, never relying on and never looking for.
I can't stand like a tree, I can't learn to be so outstanding, but also enter the world in a chic way.I hope I am a tree under the Sanmao brush, if possible.
With just one glance, I could see the end of the field, with sparse tree shadows.There are no patches of green in sight, no imaginary churning ocean, bare tree trunks, only gray vicissitudes.It is clearly engraved into the pupils of the eyes, but it cannot be seen too clearly, and it becomes blurred in a trance.The gray tree trunks are intertwined with the white sky in the distance. It is a still ink painting drawn by a child.
I know that the sand in my palm can never be held.
Snow covered the earth, and the endless whiteness may be a romantic encounter. It is the purest and purest angel in everyone's eyes.
As the temperature rises, all the pure white slowly fades away, and the soft sunlight brushes over the face of the field, and the land of pure color blocks becomes scattered and colorful.There is a continuous green in the field that I can't imagine, and I don't know what it is. Is it the most tenacious weed?
Such uniformity reminds me of a chessboard with clear lines, so what is Chuhe Han Street, and what should be jumping chess pieces?Who and who can afford such a huge game, I probably can't think of it.
The water in the pond is not very clean, but it is bright and shining under the embellishment of the sun.However, the wind is not very strong, and the waves cannot be lifted, and the sparkling scene cannot be seen.If you throw a small stone, it may be a circle of water waves. If it shines golden light, I think it will be very beautiful, very attractive and tempting.Of course, I still have to thank the thin ice covering the lake for melting, so that it will not hinder the direct sunlight and prevent me from enjoying such a view.
Without raising my head, I can see the green leaves of the camphor tree in front of me.My eyesight has weakened a lot. If it was before, I should be able to see the veins on the leaves clearly.When the wind blows, it gently shakes my hair, and also drives the leaves to make a cheerful and light sound.Even if I can't smell the scent of flowers or the intoxicating smell, I am still intoxicated in such a simple and slightly warm natural atmosphere.
I really like the feeling of the sun hitting my body, the warmth, the warmth that melts everything, penetrates deep into my bones.I think it is very careful to draw vivid portraits on the ground, not the urgency and roughness controlled by trembling fingers, but a steady and slightly confident demeanor.The interweaving of light and shadow is a beautiful blend of water and fire, and the beauty of colorful colors.
The wind is still light.It's rare, in such a severe cold, it doesn't make people feel cold, it's a touch of softness, like the softness of fingertips gently brushing the cheeks.The bundled strands of hair deviated from their original trajectory, and a handful of strands that were originally gathered together slowly spread out one by one like a thickly painted stroke.The long hair has not yet reached the waist, even if the hair turns gray for a moment, it is not as chic as the three thousand feet of white hair.The hair swept by the breeze fluttered gently from side to side, scraping across the forehead and rubbing the corners of the eyebrows, itching.I don't think I dare to frown. The raised eyebrows may hinder the flowing route of the hair. The comfortable softness makes people reluctant to stop.
I like to sit on the wooden chair and shake gently when I am like this, the body undulates slightly, it feels very comfortable.I seem to be fused with the heaven and the earth. If I accidentally fall asleep, will I be old when I wake up?When did the full head of blue hair turn into white hair fluttering in the wind, will my heart be as bright and dazzling as this color?
The black silk in front of my eyes is still fluttering, and the wooden chair under me is shaking and shaking. When will snapping fingers make people grow old?
Shuanghua without white hair and vicissitudes, is chic and unrestrained in peace, I think, it's just like this.I stopped here and waited to grow old.
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