The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Chapter 424, there is no death!

Cui Fu. Splashing the pavilion.

Cui Xiaochen, the old master of Cui, is teaching the younger grandchildren in the family to write, and is practicing the "Hua Yan Shu" of Huang Tingjian, a master of calligraphy. Huang Zongshi's words are ridiculously thin and straightforward, suitable for children's enlightenment.

"The little devil, the shoulders should be straight. If you are tired, you can't cross it. The shoulders of the people are crossed, and the spirit is gone. The same is true when writing. The shoulders are crossed, and the words are gone."

"Hey, this one is longer. You are a female doll. It’s not enough momentum and lack of strength. So you have to go to the wind and the wind."

"This word of 'Buddha' is not well written. I have to write it again a hundred times today-"-

"master."

The middle-aged butler stood at the entrance of the ink pavilion and smiled flatteringly.

"Come in and talk." Cui Xiaochen knows that he is looking for it at this time, there must be something, and he said in a loud voice.

"I have coldness in my body, so I don't bring it in, lest the little masters get cold--" The smile on the housekeeper's face is thicker, and the children who write on the books in several cases are more than their own sons. Intimacy. One by one and they smiled, and the little guys also nodded to say the return. The children of the big family have some rules to follow.

Cui washed the dust and nodded. Turned around and the little devils were not allowed to be lazy and slippery. After a while, they had to check the coursework, and then closed the door and walked out.

"What is it?" Cui washed the dust and asked.

The housekeeper whispered a few words in the ear of Cui Dust, and Cui’s face became strange and said: “Is that old guy really out?”

"Master, I have specially asked someone to inquire about it. It is true. This is what many people have seen with their own eyes." The housekeeper said with a sigh of relief: "It is said that the old **** is still stunned by the gods." A sword, Lu Qingming of Lujia mistakenly entered the sword barrier and failed to intercept the success. However, the father of Lujia eventually slammed a few fists and smashed the sword of the sword. Otherwise, fear is the consequence. more serious."

"It's really getting more and more exciting." Cui washed his face with a smile and asked: "Is still under the land?"

"Yes. It is said that His Majesty did not expect the old **** to come, and he was scared."

"The old **** of the Water Sword Pavilion challenged Li Muyang in front of his knees and challenged an ignorant boy--" Cui Washing's face still has a playful smile, muttering to himself: "Interesting. It is really interesting." ”

"Do we want to - what to do?" asked the housekeeper.

"Never." Cui Washing refused with a serious expression and said: "A lion and a tiger fight, how can we make them bite more intense?"

"Drumming cheers?"

"No, don't do anything. Quiet, let them bite without being disturbed." Cui washed the dust and said. "If someone disturbs them, they will have third-party enemies in their eyes. At that time, their anger is uncertain, and their hearts are not stunned. There is no way to keep biting to the final battle, and it may be a hassle, and Cangjie will end."

"Understood." The butler should bow.

"So, without my orders, don't take action."

"Yes. Master."

Cui Xiaochen looked at the snow in the garden and sighed softly and said: "This winter is really big under the snow."

"-" The butler did not know why the lord made such a sigh, did not answer, just stood next to the smile.

In a small courtyard separated by a wall, Cui took a snow Yan standing in his arms and stood still.

It was a young child of Xueyan. The whole body was fluffy, and the wings did not have any strength. For the time being, there was no ability to fly.

When the sound of the wall disappeared and the sound of the footsteps faded away, Cui was relieved with a slight sigh of relief, but his face was extremely embarrassing.

She put Xueyan into the arms of Liulu, letting her put the Yaner into the nest that was screaming. I pulled the pink and asked out, "How? Is it clear?"

"The scorpion has already inquired clearly." Pinky breathless and said: "Today is the 60th birthday of Lu’s father, Lu Xingkong. I heard that even the sire went to the birthday, and the ministers of the DPRK also went a lot."

"I didn't ask this." Cui said with a hurry.

"Yes, yes." Tao Hong nodded and said: "I heard that the Zhishui Jianguan went to Lujia to go to the gate today, and said that he would send a gauntlet. They should stop the old gods in the water sword museum to challenge the Lujia guest. The young shepherd - I really didn't expect that the groom who missed Miss was actually the young shepherd, Miss, you said that we didn't even think about it at the time?"

"You didn't think of it." Cui carefully expressed his dignity and said nothing.

"Ah?" Pink was surprised. "Don't Miss - Miss knows then?"

"Reading the car."

"Miss, where are we going?"

"Go to Lu Grandpa's birthday."

"Miss don't." Pink quickly stopped. "Today, the lord did not go out, and the young masters did not have a single person. If the lady went, she would be scolded."

"They are them, I am me. My thoughts are the handkerchief, and her grandfather has a birthday. I deserve to go to life."

"Miss--"

"Reading the car."

"Yes, miss."

嘎吱——

The courtyard door was pushed open, and Cui’s mother walked in. She looked at Cui carefully and smiled and said, “Be careful, where is this going? It’s okay today, you accompany me to your house.” He has a problem with his legs. When he gets winter, he can't get out of bed and can't walk the road-"

"-" Cui carefully sighed gently, it seems that today can not go anywhere -

Outside the city gate, the Song family old house.

Song’s father, Song Lonely, wore a white single coat and squatted under the gallery, watching the plum trees in the yard stand in a daze.

Song Yu walked briskly and saw his grandfather squatting there. He quickly put the black bearskin on his shoulders on his grandfather's shoulder. He said with a blame: "Grandpa, outside the sky." Cold, still enter the house to rest?"

Song Lonely did not return to say: "If even this snow can hurt me, then what is the meaning of my old bones alive?"

"Grandpa, as long as you live well, then there is a big meaning - you don't bother with old things, there are things that are left to uncles and uncles to deal with them. Although our grandchildren can't help, they can help a dozen hits - you will Comfortable and alive, don't think about anything, don't need anything to do. So let's take a look at you from these younger generations. Look at you more, we are satisfied."

"Speaking silly." Song Lonely shook his head and said: "If I lay there, I wouldn't talk, it would be difficult to get up. What is the meaning of living? Is it a statue? Or a piece of wood?"

The beauty is afraid of whiteheads, and the heroes are afraid of being late.

Song Lonely is the world's strongest, famous for Shenzhou, the most legendary hero of the entire West Wind Empire.

A lifetime of happiness, vertical and horizontal, there is no unreachable land, there is no one who can not be killed.

However, when I was old, I became a useless old man who couldn’t even eat rice. How could he accept it?

Song Yu looked at his grandfather's thin face and his mind was a little bit fixed. He said, "Grandpa, I will tell you something interesting to make you happy. Do you remember the old **** in the Water Sword Museum?"

"Woody one?"

"Yes, this old **** has not appeared for many years. Everyone thinks that he has gone through a retreat. But he did not expect that he actually went out because of a young man, and he personally sent a gauntlet to challenge that. young people--"

"The young man is Li Muyang?"

"Grandpa already knows this thing?" Song said with a smile.

Song Lonely looked at the plum tree in the yard and said: "The whole Tiandu City, the young man worthy of his own personally - is probably the only Li surnamed."

"Grandpa--" Song Yu was shocked and embarrassed.

Surprisingly, Li Muyang, who never met Grandpa, was able to get such a high evaluation from Grandpa. You must know that if this sentence is passed out, I am afraid that Li Muyang will become the legend of the entire West Wind in a flash.

What is embarrassing is that everyone is also a young person. Why can Li Peiyang get his own evaluation, but he has not got it? After all, Grandpa’s words can be used to promote Li Muyang with the honor of the whole city.

"Okay, you are busy with yourself. You don't have to be with my old man." His eyes did not move away from the plum trees, and whispered, "Come on."

"Grandpa, isn't the plum blossom already open?"

Song Lonely sighed softly and said: "If you open it, you will open it again."

Song Wei was helpless and ready to get up and leave.

"Right, you go to ask the young man named Li, would you like to go to this old house to accompany me to drink the bitter tea?"

"grandfather--"--

"I haven't promised him yet." Li Muyang mourned.

The confession was delivered, and the old gods also appeared. The elders who took the wind were not willing to stay in Lujia again.

I was even more reluctant to answer Li Muyang, who asked him to hear the flustered problem. He arched his hand against the land and then turned and walked toward the road.

Shi Junzi's stone pottery eyes looked at Li Muyang thoughtfully, and then turned and left.

In an instant, the hundred white robe swordsmen took a good light. When I walked, the voice was loud, but when I left, it was silent.

Lu Qingming looked at the empty sky, and then looked at the long gun in his hand, with a deep loss and sadness in his eyes.

Li Muyang went over and comforted and said: "Lu Shu, that old guy is making a mystery. As long as the shot is faster than him, it is faster than what our eyes see. His so-called sword obstacle is naturally cracked. It seems to be very deep, but it’s just a slap in the face. Lu Shu doesn’t have to take this matter to heart.”

"Shepherd." Lu Qingming looked gloomy at Li Muyang, Shen Sheng said: "I beg you to do something. Please be sure to promise me."

"Lou Shu, please."

"After ten days, I will go to fight on your behalf."

At this moment, Lu Qingming’s eyes were firm, and there was no expression of death and no return.