Talking to nonsense about Sang Ma [system]

There is no need to ask anyone, Fu Zangzhou is very familiar with Su Zhen's breath now, and he can capture where the other party is at the moment by letting go of his perception a little.

Martial arts hall.

The man brandished a long spear, which was powerful and mighty.

The young man who was planning to "find trouble" couldn't help but stop, opened his eyes slightly, and watched the man's every move in the open field.

So handsome! !

He once saw the demeanor of the spear spirit killing the enemy in Mingfeng Gorge, and his sharp and unrestrained marksmanship made him amazed.

It is only now that I realize who "learned" Chang Feng's marksmanship from.

If you think about it, even though a gun spirit turns into a spirit with a pen, it doesn't mean that he is born with spear skills.

Before being awarded to Xiaowei Liu, Changfeng "followed" Su Zhen on the battlefield for several years;

At that time, it was the time when Yuxian fought the most intensely, and he really killed the enemy like hemp and bathed in countless blood;

Even if the pen and gun has changed owners since then, the marksmanship, every move and every style he knows come from his maker and former master-Su Zhen.

Brother Zhen is so handsome, Brother Zhen's gun is even more handsome!

A certain ghost king who can only "magic damage" can't help but praise his brother Zhen's spear skills in amazement and emotion, which means——

The gun dance is like playing electricity, lingering and returning with the wind.Tengling is so strong, Wuwei is powerful and thunderous.

The poems I saw not long ago were made up and edited randomly, ahem.

Otherwise, with his really poor literary quality, his empty mind can only think of eight big characters inappropriately:

"The Eight Wastes and Six Harmonies, I am the only one."

After admiring it for a long time, I suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip.

Turning to ask the guards standing outside the arena: "Brother Zhen has been practicing martial arts here?"

Shu Ming nodded and answered yes, and said: "The master came here after he separated from the gentleman."

Fu Zangzhou was puzzled after hearing this: "That's strange."

The people in the other courtyard, from the cook in the kitchen to the janitor at the gate, have very strict rules, and it is logically impossible for anyone to dare to mess with his stewed chicken soup;

Besides, besides Brother Zhen, who will be the leader in the dark cooking world in the future, who else is so "extraordinarily creative" to make a good pot of soup into that virtue?

"What's strange?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zangzhou raised his eyes and saw the man put away his gun and striding towards him.

Instead of answering directly, he asked instead: "Not practicing anymore?"

"It's all about exercising your muscles."

"What kind of marksmanship does Brother Zhen practice? It looks so powerful...from the teacher's biography?" I was a little curious.

Even though they were yelling about "home guns" earlier, it was just a joke.

"Xiao Zhou's praise." Su Zhen replied calmly, "I have never been a teacher before." After a pause, he said, "It's just my luck to observe the marksmanship of various schools."

Fu Zangzhou suddenly realized: "Learning from the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, no wonder I see that brother Zhen's moves are smooth and smooth, without a trace of redundancy."

Although he is not good at "physical attacks" other than scratching his claws, he has experienced actual combat anyway, and he still has some eyesight to judge whether a skill is good or not.

"There are still many shortcomings."

Shaking his head, he said "Brother Zhen, you are being modest", then the topic changed, with a bit of interest——

"It was promised to teach me how to shoot guns from Su's family. Can brother Zhen keep his word?"

"Naturally." Su Zhen's voice was deep and inexplicably soft, "Martial arts is hard and tiring, Xiaozhou must be prepared."

Fu Zangzhou said that he was ready, no matter how hard or tired he was, he would not be afraid, Brother Zhen, don't dawdle.

So the two went to the weapons rack together, picking out the guns they had in hand.

Only then did I realize that there are eighteen types of weapons that I usually talk about, but in fact there are almost eighteen types of light guns.

Pick and choose.

Then he saw a pen gun whose shape was almost the same as Changfeng's body.

Moderate length, relatively light, the key is the elegant and handsome shape of the gun head...

Decisively choose it.

Su Zhen held hands and taught the boy every move.

It has to be said that a certain young ghost king who suffered all kinds of hardships and hatreds when he was receiving cultural education has an amazing talent in martial arts;

In other words, there is a fighting instinct flowing in his bones.

Even if he has never been in serious contact with martial arts before, and has never practiced basic skills, he can imitate a general shape by following the gourd drawing and watching the man's movements. up.

Su Zhen, who was teaching the young man, could not help showing a trace of surprise in his eyes;

It is appreciation and appreciation.

As for Fu Zangzhou himself, he was also made to cry by himself: I knew he had a talent for learning martial arts, so I should have enrolled in a martial arts school back then, so that I would not have to worry about being bald every time I take the exam.

Well, it's useless to think about the past;

But learning Brother Zhen's marksmanship might be very useful to him now.

In the previous battles, half relied on the strength of the ghost king's body, and half relied on the power of the black coffin, and then cast some small spells to make up... Really lacking skills, I can't help worrying that if I encounter a powerful opponent, I may not be sure. I have to suffer.

The martial arts of mortals cannot deal with the power of ghosts;

But what if you combine it with ghost art?

Fu Zangzhou's heart felt hot.

If he said that he learned Kung Fu from Brother Zhen just because of his love for "martial arts", at this moment he really wants to learn it from the bottom of his heart.

With a correct attitude, start to study seriously;

One is always teaching with heart.

Time passed imperceptibly.

After holding a beautiful gun, someone turned around and asked Brother Zhen, "How is it?"

Su Zhen is very face-saving: "The reputation is magnificent, and the power of Jiugai is in control."

Fu Zangzhou had a blank face.Do you understand, it seems to be similar to some wild world?Brother Zhen, are you being foolish?

When I met the man's gaze, his gaze was calm, like still water and deep... I silently turned away my face, my ears felt inexplicably hot, for some reason, I thought of a classic scene in a certain comedy, flirting with eyebrows and swords, I will go!

There was no flirting.

The young ghost king coughed twice: "I forgot..." He didn't come here to find Brother Zhen to learn marksmanship. Is it you?"

According to Shu Ming, probably not.Such a question is just to change the subject and relieve the little shyness in my heart.

Sure enough, Su Zhen replied "No".

Fu Zangzhou nodded, put the pen and gun back into the weapon rack, and muttered, "I don't know who is doing such harm!"

When Su Zhen heard the words, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and reminded implicitly: "Brother is never tired of cooking."

Fu Zangzhou: "..."

Wouldn't it be what he thought?

What did you just say, who is "harming"? !Brother Zhen shouldn't tell his brother, right?He still wants to settle down in the capital, if a cheap mouth offends the big boss...

I can only wrap up my baggage and slip away to Xianguo next door.

"The official's hobby is really..." He twitched the corner of his mouth dryly, "It's approachable."

Su Zhen shook his head slightly, his tone was indifferent: "It's just to make relatives hurt, and enemies to be quick."

puff!The young man instantly lost his worries and laughed in his heart. Brother Zhen sighed with emotion, the amount of information is quite large.

"What do you mean by 'Pain for loved ones, speed up for enemies'?" asked desperately.

The man doesn't hide anything, and speaks very clearly in a few words.

The biggest hobby of the official family is to cook when there is nothing to do. He is quite self-confident—of course, it is normal for an official family to be self-confident—thinking that apart from himself, only his brothers and sisters are entitled to taste his cooking, and the rest Don't even think about taking a bite.

But he himself doesn't like to eat the dishes he cooks. His younger sister has not lived in the capital for many years, so the only one who can appreciate his cooking is his younger brother.

So he became more and more addicted and concentrated on "feeding" his younger brother.

Fu Zangzhou looked at Brother Zhen with pity.

If that cup of chicken soup, which is comparable to dark cuisine, is really a masterpiece of the government...

Is it true that she was born in the emperor's family?laugh.

I know why Brother Zizhen has those whimsical ideas when cooking, precepts and deeds, maybe there is a genetic reason?

After secretly laughing, Fu Zangzhou sighed.

Alas, what can the officials do to them if they "harm" them?

Seeing that there is still time, let's cook another chicken soup. It is absolutely unambiguous to invite brother Zhen to taste his handicraft.

But this time, he had to stay in the kitchen and not leave a step.

Then he met the eunuch Ping An head-on.

"Lang Jun, is this going to the kitchen?" Ping An smiled kindly.

Without the liveliness and ease of being in front of Su Zhen, the young man mumbled "Yes", and he was unavoidably curious about this "Gao Lishi" character under his restraint.

So he murmured in his heart that it was impossible to even ask Su Zhen to find out. After all, he was a person close to the official family, so curiosity should be stopped in moderation.

As if to say hello, Ping An said, "Lang Jun's chicken soup is ready", carried a box of dim sum, and then drifted away.

Fu Zangzhou thought to himself, of course he knew the chicken soup was ready, but he could give that to Brother Zhen!

Even if Brother Zhen is used to being tortured by officials... A slip of the tongue, it was "feeding", he secretly smiled, but he really didn't have the heart to let Brother Zhen suffer.

With a stomach full of complaints, the boy opened the soup pot again, and when he saw the normal version of the chicken soup without extra medicinal ingredients, he was a little confused for a moment.

Looking at the cook: "What's going on? You re-stewed it?"

The cook lowered his eyes, looked wanderingly, and stammered: "This, this is the chicken soup that Lang, Mr. Lang stewed, stewed."

see hell.

Fu Zangzhou stared at the clear chicken soup, which was delicious when he smelled the aroma, and wondered for a while that he had made a mistake.

Could it be that the pot of dark food that I saw two hours ago was my hallucination?

Or is there a problem with your own memory?In fact, he has never been in the kitchen, nor has he stewed chicken soup, let alone any dark dishes?

I couldn't help but took a spoon and tasted the fresh soup.

The boy's eyes widened slightly: the taste is superb, better than his craftsmanship, I don't know where it is!

Turning to stare at the cook: "Are you sure this is the pot of soup I made?"

The cook's voice was barely audible: "Indeed, sure..."

Believe you are a ghost.

Thinking of the eunuchs he met at the gate of the courtyard, Fu Zangzhou changed his tone and asked, "When did Gonggong come to the kitchen?"

The cook's lips moved slightly.

Without waiting for his reply, the boy directly stated his deduction: "I guess it has been an hour."

The cook's complexion brightened instantly, he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off for the second time.

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you. If I didn't ask anything, you can do your own work."

The young ghost king secretly shook his head:

So in order to cover up the "crime", before he "didn't find out" that the chicken soup was "poisonous", the officials quietly asked his little friend to stew a silky chicken again?

Dumbfounding.

What is this called?The officials are not too young, why are they so... bears?

Youyou let out a long sigh——

In ancient times, a stag was referred to as a horse, but now this refers to... referring to soup as soup?

Holding the soup cup in his arms, he left the kitchen.

Forget it, I won't toss the old hen today, I will cook chicken soup again, I am really worried that there will not be enough ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Let Brother Zhen have a taste of Gonggong Ping'an's craftsmanship.

In case Brother Zhen doesn't like it or can't finish it, he just makes it up.This chicken soup is full of flavor, much better than his stewed one.

After drinking a cup of chicken soup happily, the sound of firecrackers sounded, and it was big.

A table full of delicacies.

Nie Guanjia sat at the same table with Su Zhen and Fu Zangzhou, enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner together.

The young ghost king glanced at the man next to him, and peeked at Guan Nie's house above. There were several waiters behind him...

Extremely uncomfortable at first;

Hearing the sound of firecrackers coming and going, one after another, and looking at the official's serious face, he talked with his younger brother from time to time, most of them were short-lived among the parents, and occasionally had a few greetings and cares, which had nothing to do with the elder brothers of ordinary families. Two things... gradually calmed down.

This feeling is actually unbearable.

Everyone at the banquet did not speak much, and there was no embarrassment at all;

On the contrary, it made him feel that it had been a long time since his grandfather passed away.

In fact, when grandpa was alive, the New Year's Eve dinner was only his grandson and grandson, and it was deserted.

"Chang Le is 16 years old after the Chinese New Year."

Nie Guanjia said troubled: "Jun Mao hopes that I will choose a talented and handsome man for Chang Le, regardless of family background."

Sighed: "Every virtuous and talented person is not arrogant, but his family background is not obvious, and those who rely on talents are arrogant and arrogant. Don't say that Chang Le is just the princess, even she is my own daughter. Jun Weiying regrets her name." More than life, I don't want to be accused of clinging, and most of them don't want to be married to the royal family."

After listening to Su Zhen, he replied indifferently: "Let Chang Le choose by himself."

Nie Guanjia hurriedly said no: "Junmao said that Chang Le only likes handsome men, and admires the beauty of beauty."

Su Zhen only said: "Why not?"

"Impossible." Nie Guanjia shook his head, "Your sister, you know, she has a vicious and feminine nature, and she admires Yangming."

"Isn't Wang Bocan just a model of femininity?"

Officer Nie coughed lightly: "How long ago did it happen?" He kindly reminded, "Don't let your elder sister hear you mentioning Wang Bocan again..."

The young Ghost King, who was quietly enjoying the delicious food, eavesdropped on the chatting of the Nie brothers with his ears pricked up.

At the beginning, I was confused and didn't know what the two of them were talking about.

I gradually understood it.

The "Junmao" in the mouth of Nie Guan's family is his sister and Su Zhen's sister, which is called "Princess Yiqing". The name "Jun Mao" should be a nickname... although it sounds very masculine.

Wang Bocan is the son-in-law of the eldest princess Yiqing, or a former son-in-law. I don't know who he is, but he is a "model of femininity". I don't know what happened. With prejudice.

Chang Le is the daughter of the eldest princess. When it comes time to discuss marriage, the elders are worrying about her marriage.

After sorting out the somewhat complicated relationship between the characters, Fu Zangzhou sighed silently: I didn't expect that the daughter of the royal family would also worry about getting married? !

The mood of Nie Guan's family at the moment resonated with him: "Raising a daughter is really worrying, or," Xiaoqi suddenly thought, "Didn't you say that Mingliu Villa would give his daughter to Wuying to recruit relatives? What kind of meeting do you want to invite talents from all over the world to take an exam?"

Su Zhen replied casually: "Anything."

"No, no, no." Nie Guanjia himself denied this idea, "You can't pick pigs and sheep like this. Marriage is a good thing between two surnames, so I have to think twice before doing this."

Fu Zangzhou felt quite fresh when he heard what Nie Guan said. The emperor of the Yu Kingdom was also very down-to-earth, and his appearance of worrying about the marriage of the younger generation was no different from that of ordinary people.

...Although the analogy is a bit embarrassing.

"And you."

While he was dreaming as a teenager, Guanjia Nie changed the subject and turned his attention to him: "I heard that you passed the entrance examination for this year's graduate student?"

Fu Zangzhou had a bad premonition.

Brother Zhen knew his true identity, but in the eyes of others, he was Fu Bai.

Will the officials feel that he is deceiving the emperor?

"This trip to Beijing is for this autumn?"

Fu Zangzhou was silent:

How should he answer?

Oops!Judging by the attitude of the officials, could it be that they plan to test their literary talents in advance?

He didn't make a sound for a while, and Nie's family didn't care, probably because since the two met, a certain young man has always been taciturn in front of him, which is very habitual.

He said: "It's better for me to send some great Confucians with real talents, so that I can give you a lesson or two before the provincial examination."

Fu Zangzhou was moved and worried after hearing this.It's just for Brother Zhen's face, the officials "opened the back door" for him like this... But he used the name of Fu Bai, but he didn't have the talent of Fu Bai, so he didn't plan to take any scientific examinations.

Fortunately, Su Zhen said in time: "You don't need to worry about it. Xiaozhou is still young, and the township examination will be discussed later."

Official Nie actually believed such a perfunctory reason, or... he was saving face for his younger brother and didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

He just sized up the anxious young man for a while, nodded and said: "Forget it, I won't meddle in other people's business if Xiao Qi is bothering you."

Fu Zangzhou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he was infinitely grateful to Brother Zhen who saved his honor.

Finally squeezed out a "thank you".

Guanjia Nie shook his head slightly, then gave instructions to the two, got up and left the table.

A New Year's Eve dinner passed without any risk.

Fu Zangzhou couldn't help thinking in his heart that his identity had to be recounted.

If you really miss the bottom, there will always be some trouble.

"There is no need to panic."

The top of the hair was touched, and it was Su Zhen who was talking: "I have sent someone to give you a new identity, and the elder brother has his own excuse."

The young ghost king was overjoyed when he heard that, his dull black pupils gleamed brightly for a moment: "Brother Zhen, you are so kind."

Thank you Zhenge for the [-]th time.

Su Zhen didn't care: "I have the grace of rebuilding Xiaozhou, such small things are just a matter of raising my hands." He also said, "You are not an ordinary person, and you don't need to follow the rules of the world."

Fu Zangzhou raised the corners of his mouth: "The rules that should be followed still have to be followed."

But it will not be so dull as to refuse the other party's help.Worrying was gone in his heart, so he changed the subject, and Niutou said to the horse: "Brother Zhen, do you want to watch the new year together?"

The man responded lightly: "Okay."

The jade candle was still burning, and the two were talking one after another.

All of a sudden, the originally sparse sound of firecrackers rang out intensively.

After midnight, the new year arrives.

The boy's flat tone couldn't hide his joy: "Happy New Year, Brother Zhen." He joked, "Gong Xi Fa Cai, here's the red envelope!"

The man watched him quietly, and suddenly took out a bunch of...money?

"New Year's money."

Fu Zangzhou took a closer look. This string of coins is very special. The square hole and round coins are a circle larger than the copper coins and iron coins circulating in the market. The most important thing is...the material is pure gold!

The colorful ropes pass through the square holes, weaving three strings of money together... Yuguo version red envelope?

Although the red envelope was expensive, the young Ghost King felt that he had a deep friendship with Brother Zhen, so he did not pretend to refuse it.

I'm just a little bit embarrassed——

"I didn't prepare a red envelope for Brother Zhen."

Su Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm an elder, so I don't need to prepare a small boat..." After a pause, he imitated the other party's words, "Red envelope."

Think about it too.

Fu Zangzhou immediately put aside his entanglement, and took the "lucky money" happily.

I made a small fortune, I feel, it would be nice if this was a Ming coin.

Ding dong several times, it seems that everything can come true.

The system congratulates the host on a happy new year, and sends out ten red envelopes for the Spring Festival of Mingbi.

Fu Zangzhou: "..."

This stingy system is incomparable to Brother Zhen's arrogance.

Thinking in this way, he happily received the red envelope.

Then he noticed the task panel and couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment.

The only reward task, just now, the progress has become (2/3).

"Brother Zhen," he remembered something, and asked the man, "You sent someone to search for Liu Ling's whereabouts...how is it going?"

Su Zhen replied, saying, Seven Star Guards sent several groups of people to various states and towns in Yu Country, and indeed found several Liu Lingmu figures.

Fortunately, there were no disturbances, and there were many coincidences for the "Madame of the White Lotus" to make such a battle.

Fu Zangzhou looked at the task panel, feeling a bit at ease: "Brother Zhen, let the Seven Star Guards come back."

Su Zhen said: "There are still more remote prefectures and towns that have not been searched."

The young man pretended to be mysterious: "I calculated with my fingers that the Seven Star Guards destroyed all the willow spirits, so there is no need to waste effort."

Brother Zhen's people are really strong. Although he spent a lot of effort to carve as many and high-quality talismans as possible, he never thought that they would decisively destroy Liu Ling...

Otherwise, the task will not indicate that the second phase is complete.

There will be a chance to draw a lottery.

After pondering for less than three seconds, I decided to save up and wait until all the tasks were completed, and it felt better to smoke together.

The treasures in the prize pool are great, but they are not urgently needed now.

The 500 Mingcoins given by the system solved the urgent need for him now:

I haven't received any tasks recently, I'm really worried that eating will be a problem, and making dental plaques for followers requires a lot of coins to buy materials.

After saying hello to the man, he opened the Nether Department Store, and looked at the dazzling array of treasures, and calculated the accounts insincerely.

My mind was full of money and money, and it was dawn before I knew it.

Su Zhen went to practice martial arts early in the morning.

Fu Zangzhou didn't forget to practice, and when he left the red coffin and walked out of the room, he couldn't help being a bit surprised to see the people waiting in the courtyard.

This early in the morning, are the officials here looking for themselves?

Subconsciously tense—someone can't understand why, could it be that he is intimidated by the other party's imperial power?

"I'm going back to Beijing right away." Officer Nie explained straight to the point, "Take the lucky money."

The young man looked at the string of golden money woven with colorful ropes, a little surprised, and a little... It's hard to say.

Brother Zhen and the official family are indeed brothers, and they all act in the same style.

This time I didn't hesitate.

The elders dare not give up!

"Thank you, officer."

Nie Guanjia waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

So he sized up the young ghost king, and didn't speak for a while.

Fu Zangzhou's originally relaxed spirit began to tense again—I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the occasional eyes that the officials looked at him were a little... strange.

Nor is it repulsion, or curiosity about strangers.

Just ...

Yes, complicated.

After a while, the official sighed softly: "Xiao Qi once raised a cat."

Fu Zangzhou:? ? ?

There is no beginning and no end, what are you talking about?

Official Nie seemed disappointed and regretful, and said in an indescribable tone, "The cat was seriously injured when it was picked up, and Xiao Qi took care of it with great care, but..."

Shaking his head.

"The cat is still dead."

Fu Zangzhou blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I feel completely puzzled by the official rhetoric.

Nie Guanjia said: "After the death of the cat, Xiaoqi is like a walking corpse. Although he is alive, he is still dead... I always regret it."

Fu Zangzhou fell silent.

Can't tell that Brother Zhen is still a cat slave?

However, Brother Zhen doesn't look like a walking dead now?

Thinking of the other party's consistent paralyzed face, or... Brother Zhen didn't look like this before?

Nie Guanjia sighed again, and murmured, as if talking to himself: "It's like this now... It's fine, it's fine."

Turn around and leave.

The young ghost king was stunned.

So the official came here early in the morning just to send him some inexplicable emotion? !