How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

This year, I am afraid that no one will be able to stop.

Jian Qianshan has never liked to settle accounts very much, and he has a headache looking at all kinds of accounts.In the past, he didn't care about the return journey, but now it's all left to Feng Heming.However, now that it's the end of the year, Feng Heming is going back to Zheliu Villa, even if Jian Qianshan has a headache, he has to let his junior brother go home for the New Year.

So when Xingheying climbed over the wall and jumped out of the window and ran to Jian Qianshan's room, he saw the youngest head of Lingxu Jianmen in history, facing a pile of books with a face full of lovelessness.He simply sat directly on the window sill, resting his chin on his hands, watching Jian Qianshan with his head bowed and frowning with interest.A few locks of white hair hung on the shoulders and fell around the neck, Xingheying felt itchy to watch, but found that the other party was wearing the hairpin he gave him, and immediately felt good.

"If you have the time to watch the fun over there," Jian Qianshan said in an impatient tone without raising his head, "come here and help me settle the score."

Of course, Xingheying knew that he was talking about himself, so he smirked, jumped into the room and closed the window casually: "I said long, you are not afraid that I, the young master of the Demon Sect, will take the opportunity to find out the details of the sword gate, and then take me with you." Are people hitting the sword gate?"

"You have lived in Jianmen for more than ten years, and you have learned the Lingxu sword art. What else do you not know?" Jian Qianshan casually threw a stack of books to Xingheying, "The only thing you haven't figured out is probably how Refining a pot of elixir without blowing up the elixir."

Xingheying laughed again, and opened the first account book, which happened to be Danfang's account book.Jian Qianshan saw that Xingheying fiddled with the abacus briskly, and directly took another stack of ledgers and added them to his hand.Xingheying glanced at it and then raised his eyebrows: "Master Dao, you are a bit of a bully."

"You've already been delivered to your door, if you don't bully who are you bullying?" Jian Qianshan spoke truthfully, with no expression on his face, but his tone was a little lighter than usual.Xingheying raised his brows slightly, he heard from Shui Fengqing that Lingxu Sword Art reached the eighth level, it's a style that he likes but doesn't admit, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly moved to Jian Qianshan's temple.

Jian Qianshan was originally concentrating on settling accounts, but at this moment he suddenly leaned over, which startled him a bit, but luckily he didn't make a mistake.Before he could avoid it, he was suddenly pecked on the cheek.

Then Xingheying put his hand on his shoulder, lifted a strand of hair around his neck, and took the opportunity to glance at it.The sword wound left by Shui Fengqing that day has healed without leaving any scars, so I feel relieved:

"You think I'm so easy to bully? I'll come here to tease you, and run away after teasing you."

Jian Qianshan grabbed Fuchen and raised his hand to sweep it away, but it missed.Xingheying had expected him to do this for a long time, and sat down directly on the window sill with a smug smile on his face: "This Taoist priest..."

In the middle of what he said, Jian Qianshan squinted at him, a little dissatisfied and murderous.Looking at his eyes, Xingheying was silent for a moment, then quickly got down from the window sill and sat next to him again, holding the dust whisk and brushing his face.

Jian Qianshan: "..."

"Master Dao, can you change your whisk?" Xingheying said as he let go of the whisk, shaking a sticky whisk, "Are you planning to use it for 80 years to pass it on to the next master as a family heirloom? If Jianmen is really that poor, I'll go to Ni Tianming's stable to pluck the horse's tail and make you a new one, and I'll tell you that we have a beautiful white horse..."

"Aying," Jian Qianshan interrupted his casual nonsense, turned to look at him with a serious expression, "Although it is right to tie a whisk with a ponytail, but if you just cut its tail bald, it will kick you. "

Xingheying pouted casually, picked up the abacus and fiddled with it twice: "Okay, let's talk about it later. Oh, yes, Daoist, why didn't I see Daoist Feng help you? The dignified Zheliu Villa, young master, Is it easy to do the math?"

"For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, are you still not allowed to go home?" Jian Qianshan finished the calculation again, and after writing it down, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked at Xingheying in a blink of an eye, "I remember that he leaves every year when he is young. Come back on the [-]th? He just passed Laba the day before yesterday, so he’s in such a hurry to go back this year?”

Xingheying looked at him, frowned slightly, then picked up the abacus and turned it around in his hand, the abacus beads were all messed up with a crash: "Who knows, maybe I just want to be lazy..." He said He shook the abacus again with a clatter, and there was a chaotic sound.Jian Qianshan was doing a few calculations in his mind, and was disturbed by him. He reached out and grabbed the abacus and waved his hand again:

"Don't make trouble, I'm in a mess."

"Okay." Xingheying responded, turned around and jumped onto the window sill again, "You're boring here, I'm going back!"

After finishing speaking, he lightly jumped on the roof from the window and left, and no one noticed when he came and went without a trace.Jian Qianshan was holding a pen in his hand, he paused for a moment, but he put down the pen and walked over to close the window, saying to himself: "Really, I don't remember to close the window when I leave..." He said this, but Frown slightly.

——Usually, is this person so easy to dismiss?

Or when it comes to the end of the year, everyone has become so abnormal?

As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be a demon. Ce Fengzi, the chief feudal superstition leader against Heaven, firmly believes that Xingheying is definitely the reincarnation of an old demon at the level of a demon king.A few days ago, he tried his best to save his ancestral tortoise shell from being cooked. He tossed it over and over again for a long time. He just hid it today, when he turned his head and saw Xinghe Ying hanging upside down by the window and looking at him.

Ce Fengzi: "Let me tell you, little shadow, although our Demon Sect doesn't pay much attention to respecting the old and loving the young, but in case you scare me to death, who will tell you which day is suitable for you to go to Jianmen to see you?" Are you on good terms?"

Makes sense.Xingheying rolled in from the window, squatted on the desk by the window and looked at Cefengzi: "Old man, I just want to ask you something small."

"Ok?"

"Where did the old man go?" Xinghe Image asked casually, but squinted at Ce Fengzi slightly, with a hint of fierceness in his eyes, stretched out his hand to play with the tassel of the silver sheath sword on his waist, like It was an unintentional move, "Two days ago? He ran away without saying a word. I still miss him a little bit."

Ce Fengzi was startled for a moment, broke a beard with a trembling hand, and clicked his tongue:

"Little Shadow, haven't you been annoying him all the time? When you ran to Jianmen, he said that your elbows were turned outward. He is not at home these two days, and you can give his plum blossoms to others. Why are you looking for him? ?”

Hearing this, Xingheying curled her lips in disdain: "Who is looking for him? I'll just ask! Anyway, Cangji Pass is quite cold at the moment, if he freezes to death on the way to Snow Wolf Fort, that would be fun But that's all!"

Ce Fengzi looked at him, and suddenly laughed: "Little Shadow, are you trying to trick me? Why are you still playing this fake trick with me? He has gone to Zheliu Villa."

"Who's talking nonsense?" Xingheying was thick-skinned and turned his face away, "Isn't his old enemy's name back then Xunli? He told me that Feng Heming was Xunli's son when I first entered Jianmen. Now Feng Heming Going back, is he planning to fight father and son? Do you think he can fight?"

Ce Fengzi slowly stroked his gray beard, and looked at Xingheying with a funny face: "Then you go too, you might be able to catch up with him, you are his son!"

"Tch," Xingheying turned around and jumped out of the window, "It's going to rain and daddy is going to kill people, what do I care about him?"

As he said that, he jumped up to the roof, Ce Fengzi laughed twice, but didn't move.Sure enough, Xinghe Ying hung upside down from the roof again——

"Hey, last time you said which horse in the stable ran faster?!"