MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 5 lay bare

Song’s salary came to the old banyan tree with his niece, and found that the tree was full of people. Nearly half a hundred people sat on the bench chair that they had moved in, and there were children and children who came to join in the fun.

Song set salary and she stood side by side on the edge of the shade, saw an old man standing under the tree, holding a big white bowl in one hand, and after a hand, he looked excited and said loudly: "I just said the general trend of the dragon, I will say It’s really awkward to say that this is a dragon. Hey, this is really awkward. About three thousand years ago, there was a **** figure in the bottom of the sky. First, I practiced in a hole in Tianfu, and proved the avenue. In the hands of three feet of spirit, sharp and revealing. I do not know why, this person is not to deal with the dragon, a full three hundred spring and autumn, there is a dragon in the dragon, killing the world no longer a true dragon, this is to stop, and finally disappeared, some people say He went to the extremely high Daozhang Zhangben, and he sat down with Daozu. He also said that he went to the far-flung Western Pure Land Buddha State and argued with the Buddha. Some people even said that he personally sat in the gate of the capital of the capital to prevent the devil from being a curse. world……"

The old gentleman spoke splattered, and all the towns in the town were indifferent, and everyone was stunned.

The prostitute whispered and asked: "What is the three-footed spirit?"

Song’s salary smiled: “It’s a sword.”

The prostitute did not have a good air: "The son, the old man, also likes to sell and learn, and the words are not good."

Song collected salary and looked at the old man, gloating and sorrow: "We have few literacy in the town, this storyteller is a glamorous eye and throw it at the blind."

The prostitute asked again: "What is the land of the heavens and the earth? Is there anyone in the world who can live three hundred years old? Is there a place where the land is not a dead person?"

Song’s salary was asked, but he did not want to be exposed. He said casually: “It’s all nonsense. It’s estimated that I’ve seen a few unsuccessful eunuchs in the wild, and used it to fool the villagers.”

At this moment, Song’s salary was keenly aware that the old man had intentionally or unintentionally looked at himself. Although he only looked at the water, he quickly swept past, but Song’s salary was still carefully captured, but the teenager did not have the heart. It is only a coincidence.

The prostitute looked up at the old banyan tree, and the shattered light shone through the gaps in the leaves, and she subconsciously picked up her eyes.

Song collected his salary and turned his head and suddenly stopped.

Now that she is a prostitute, she has a side face that has just begun to fade away from the baby's fat. She seems to have a big difference with the thin, dry, and dry little beggar in her memory.

According to the custom of the town, when a woman marries, there will be a blessed person who hires a parent and a child to be healthy. Ask her to twist the fluff of the bride’s face, cut the hair and the horns, or open the noodles, or Raise the eyebrows.

Song salary also heard from the book that there is no custom in a small town, so when he was 12 years old, he bought the best new wine in the town and moved out of the stolen porcelain bottle. The glaze is very beautiful, just like the green plum. After pouring the wine into it, carefully seal it and finally bury it underground.

Song’s salary suddenly said: “Xiao Gui, although the surnamed Chen, according to the ancestors of our readers, belongs to the 'dead wood can not be carved, the wall of the dung can not be smashed', but in any case, he still did in his life. A meaningful thing."

The prostitute did not answer, and the eyebrows were low, and the eyelashes faintly trembled.

Song collected his salary and said: "Chen Pingan, people are not bad, that is, the temper is too rigid, and doing things only recognizes the dead, so when he is a potter, it means that he is hardworking and hardworking. There is a good thing with aura, so Liu Yuyang’s master, the old man of Yao, has no eye for Chen’s life and death. It’s a unique vision. This is called the dead wood. It’s not awkward. Said Chen Pingan, a poor sour, even if you put him on a robes, he is still a rustic mud leg..."

When Song’s salary was said here, he laughed at himself: "I am actually worse than Chen Ping."

She does not know how to comfort her family.

Song salary and his niece, in this small town, have always been rich people in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, and they have important talks after the meal, thanks to the "cheap old man" of Song’s salary, Song grown ups.

There is no big man in the town, and there is no wind and waves. Therefore, the kiln supervisor who was stationed here by the court is undoubtedly the kind of master of the drama. In the history of dozens of supervisors, the above supervisors The founder of the Song Dynasty, the most popular people, Song Daren is not like the former high-ranking official, Song Daren not only did not hide in the official office, self-cultivation, no closed door, thank you, one heart in the study, but the burning of the official kiln porcelain Making things, things must be close to each other, it is more like a villager than a kiln worker. For more than ten years, the original Song Man, who was full of books, has been sun-baked and bright, and the dress is the same as that of a farmer. Waiting for people to pick up things, no shelves, but unfortunately the small porcelain kiln fired out of the royal porcelain, whether it is the glaze color, or the shape of small pieces, is not satisfactory, accurate, compared to the previous level, even It is still a bit weaker, so that the old kiln heads are puzzled.

In the end, probably the Song Daren, who felt that he was conscientious in the court, had no credit and hard work. He transferred it back to the cadres and documents of the capital, and he got a good evaluation. Before returning to Beijing, Song Daren spent a lot of money and invested in the construction of a covered bridge. Later, when he discovered that Song Daren had left the team, he did not take a child, and several small names in the town suddenly realized. It can be said that Song Daren and the town have accumulated a good fragrant fire, coupled with the deliberate care of the current inspector, the young Song’s salary in the town’s life these years, food and clothing, free and easy. Now renamed as the child of the child, I have a lot of opinions about her life experience. The local people living in the mud bottle lane said that it was a snowy winter. There was a girl from the field begging along the road and fainting in the hospital of the Song collectors. At the door, if it wasn’t discovered early, it’s time to go to the prince and reincarnate. The old man who did the chores on the official side of the government office had another saying. He vowed to say that it was the orphan who was bought by other people in the early years of Song Daren’s life, in order to give the illegitimate son a salary to collect a warm-hearted person, to make up for the father and son. A confession of recognition.

In any case, after the prostitute was named as a child by the juvenile, it was a complete father-son relationship between the two, because the town's great family knows that the Song Daren is most fond of one side, and the word "Xiao Gui" is engraved.

Song pays back to God and smiles brightly. "I don't know why, think of the dead-legged four-legged snake. You think, I have thrown it into Chen Ping's yard. It still has to go to our house." You said that Chen Ping’s kennel, how unseen to be seen, will be so shabby that even a small snake is not willing to go in?"

The prostitute seriously thought about it and replied: "Some things, but also fate?"

Song set salary stretched out his thumb and opened his mind: "It is this truth! He is a man of peace and happiness. If you can live, you will be content."

She did not speak.

Song collects himself and says to himself: "After we left the town, the things in the house were taken care of by Chen Ping. Will this guy guard himself?"

The prostitute whispered: "Don't you, don't you?"

Song set salary smiled: "Hey, childish, the meaning of self-stealing is also understood?"

The prostitute licked the pair of autumn waters. "Is it not literal?"

Song’s salary smiled and looked south, revealing a touch of heart. “I heard that the collection of the place in Beijing is more than the flowers and trees in our town!”

At this time, Mr. Shuo Shu said: "Although there are no real dragons in the world, the dragons are subordinates, such as 蛟, 虬, 螭, etc., are still true and real, living in the world, maybe... ”

The old man deliberately sold a pass, seeing the audience indifferent, did not know how to support, but continued to say: "Maybe it will be hidden behind us, the Taoist gods call it Qianlong in the Yuan!"

Song set a salary yawn.

Suddenly, a piece of eucalyptus leaves fell on the top of the head, and the green leaves fell on the forehead of the boy.

Song set salary reached out to grasp the leaves, and the fingers twisted the petiole.

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Thinking about the young man who went to the east gate of the city to collect debts, when he was near the old banyan tree, he also saw that there were leaves falling in front of him, but he accelerated his steps and wanted to reach out and catch it.

It was just a breeze, and the leaves slid over his hand.

The sandals boy is physically strong and moves one step at a time, trying to intercept the leaves.

The leaves have made another spin in the air.

The juvenile did not believe in evil, and it was still unable to grasp the leaves.

Juvenile Chen is helpless.

A young girl who skipped school in the nostalgia, passed by Chen Ping.

The youth of the green shirt did not know that he did not know when to stay on the shoulder.

Chen Pingan continued to go to the east gate of the city. Even if he could not get the money, it would be good to remind him.

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On the other side of the fortune teller, the young Taoist closed his eyes and raised his mind. He said to himself: "Who said that the Tianyun cycle is not thick?"