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His scalp was numb, and he was scratching vigorously with his hands while walking around the house.

He couldn't take care of himself, and didn't have time to pay attention to what happened to Ah Fei, until someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Tianxin Wuqu hugged him carefully, stroked the back of his head gently, and said, "Is it better?"

The method of transferring hatred is really easy to use. Luan Jiao didn't pay attention to his body feelings for a while, and all his attention was on the other party. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "You can figure it out!"

Tian Xin Wu Qu pretended not to hear him, approached him and kissed his face, and asked, "How about this?"

Luan Jiao was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't hold her face tightly, and said after a while, "I'm coaxing the children!"

9,

Tianxin Wuqu pointed to his throat, then tapped on his chest: "You are already in my body, no matter how much you hate me, you can't leave."

Luan Jiao knew that he probably didn't mean anything else, but he couldn't help thinking a little too much.

Recently, Tianxin Wuqu didn't avoid Ah Fei except for occasionally taking two vats on top of him. He often sat on the beam with Luan Jiao and commented on the people who bought the piano.

It's a comment, but it's just to say whether the person has learned the piano and whether he has the heart.

A scholar came here one day, Dudu picked Tianxin Wuqu, even though the price was raised, he didn't give up.

Luan Jiao said, "Why are you a scholar again? Forget it, it's not bad."

Tianxin Wuqu looked at this person carefully, and said, "Reluctantly."

Luan Jiao gave him a push: "How can you really find someone you want in this world?"

Tian Xin Wu Qu shook his hand and said, "If you are a mortal, then I will be satisfied to be my master."

Luan Jiao didn't like him: "I don't know how to play the piano."

Tianxin Wuqu thought for a while, and said, "It's okay if I don't know how to play, I can play for myself."

Maybe God heard these words, the scholar hadn't taken over the guqin yet, another young master came outside, with "unique eyes" picked Tianxin Wuqu.

He has the right to be rich, and he didn't allow the scholar to say anything, so he kicked him out and asked about the price of the guqin.

The boss was heartbroken, and saw that this was a poor guy, so he told him that it was Jiao Weiqin.

Brother Young Master is not stupid, seeing the seal script behind the Qin, he became suspicious.

The boss opened his mouth, saying that Tianxin Wuqu is another name, so he lied to him.

Luan Jiao was so angry that he said, "It's nonsense!"

Tianxin Wuqu, who had earned Jiaowei's name for nothing, was not very happy.

It was useless to think about it, Qin finally fell into the hands of the young master and was taken to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion.

Tianxin Wuqu had never been to such a place in his life, and he was ashamed and angry for a while, and said: "How dare this person insult me ​​like this!"

The theory of guqin entertaining himself is not false, he was angry, and replaced Ah Fei and Dumb.

Ah Fei is not as arrogant as him, watching the excitement with great interest, Luan Jiao raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Kids, don't look around."

Fortunately the mute only looked at him.

Ah Fei wanted to break his hand, but she didn't have enough strength.

Brother Young Master took the piano and went up to the second floor without going in. He just talked softly and sweetly outside the door, and said a lot of sweet words. At the end of the sentence, he said that he knew the other party's love for the piano, so he brought Jiao Wei here.

The name Jiao Wei is too bluffing, a female voice inside the door asks him to take it in.

Young master Le Diandian sent the piano in, and after a while, he laughed coquettishly, saying that this is also Jiaowei?Ridiculous.

Luan Jiao is now sharing honor and disgrace with Tianxin Wuqu, and he is very unhappy to hear the words.

But the woman refused to let go, and teased him with words.

Brother Gongzi was so confused that he wanted to ask the woman to get the piano back, so he smashed the Bomei with his own hands and smiled.

Luan Jiao suddenly stopped breathing.

The so-called natural disasters and man-made disasters are all over today.

At such a moment, Tianxin Wuqu would not evade, he had appeared earlier, and seeing him lost his mind, he only said indifferently: "So there is still this catastrophe."

This time was different from the last fire, when Luan Jiao could still find a way out, but this time it was desperate.

Luan Jiao had a bad intuition, so she hugged him quickly and said, "Don't do anything stupid!"

Tianxin Wuqu put her head on the side of his neck and said, "You saved me last time, so I should pay you back this time."

Luan Jiao was even more flustered: "You and I don't owe each other, so there's nothing we can't repay."

Tianxin Wuqu said in a low voice: "I have experienced many twists and turns in my life, how can I be willing to fall into the hands of this kind of people? Rather than you and me dying together, how about I destroy myself and leave you a way out."

Luan Jiao said with a smile: "Fool, you and I are already one, if you really destroy yourself, I'm afraid I will die sooner."

"Yeah, we already have one life," Tianxin Wuqu sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to figure it out in this life."

The son stared at the woman inside the door obsessively, but he didn't know that there were two people hugging each other tightly and saying the last words of love.

Luan Jiao closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms, not afraid of dying.

Suddenly the woman sighed and said: "Why should a good Qin be destroyed?"

Luan Jiao and Tian Xin Wu Qu looked at each other with mixed feelings, but they didn't know what to say.

The son-in-law walked out in a daze holding the piano, walking with his head down and hurriedly, and bumped into a Taoist priest unexpectedly.

The Taoist asked him for a qin, and the son-in-law was annoyed, so he gave the qin as a gift without much thought.

Luan Jiao didn't expect such a change, so he had a lot of thoughts at the moment.

The Taoist took the qin outside the city, looked straight at them, and said, "Since the birth of spiritual wisdom is a gift from God, today I will let you be free."

This sentence is unusual. Once you have this sentence, you will be free from the shackles, and you can go to the world without any restrictions.

Taoists said that there are many monsters in a land, which is considered a paradise.

Sure enough, there are many monsters of plants and trees on that mountain, and there are also artifacts like them, but not all of them are kind, and occasionally they meet vicious ones.

Luan Jiao protected Ah Fei behind him, but Tianxin Wuqu hugged him from behind, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly, "We are always together."

Then he was not afraid of anything.

【end】

The fastest way to become famous in the arena【1】

1,

Jiang Xuezhou is a young man in his early twenties who loves to laugh. He is especially pretty when he smiles. He has been a teacher for half a year and has not yet made a name for himself in the Jianghu. He lives temporarily in Guangming City.

The Chunsheng Inn in the city has a low eaves and few guests, so it can't be ranked well. He chose this place because he wanted to be clean.

Early this morning, he wanted to go out, so he went downstairs and passed the corner. He saw people sitting on a few tables in the hall, monks and laymen, men and women, but it was very quiet, and they all looked at him. I thought I had stepped into a ghost realm.

The one closest to him was a closed-eyed monk who was counting his rosary beads, and he was the only one who didn't look at him. Jiang Xuezhou wanted to inquire with him, but the other party suddenly opened his eyes.

The monk looked at Goodwill when he closed his eyes, but at this moment his eyes were like lightning, which made people tremble in his heart. He stopped Jiang Xuezhou with his rosary hanging hand: "Is the benefactor Jiang Xuezhou?"

Jiang Xuezhou smiled and said, "Besides Jiang Xuezhou, do I have another name?"

His lips were red and his teeth were white, and he smiled slightly, which really made people feel like a spring breeze.

The monk raised his palms on his chest and said, "Amitabha."

Jiang Xuezhou saw that he had no intention of continuing the conversation with him, so he shook his head in some confusion, and walked forward.

This time, it was a handsome scholar who stopped him. He used a Zhuangyuan pen to stab the vital point on his chest with the iron pen in his hand while sitting still on the chair.

Jiang Xuezhou was slightly startled, took a step sideways, and somehow came up to the scholar, stretched out his hand to grab the penholder, with a smile on his face, leaned forward halfway, and whispered in his ear: "Sophisticated person, don't move!" It won't look good in the hand."

The scholar looked cold, and was about to stand up, but Jiang Xuezhou was already a few steps away.

The Zhuangyuan pen was slapped heavily on the table, and he said with a stiff face, "Good posture."

Jiang Xuezhou turned sideways, hugged him with a smile, and wrapped a white trainer around her waist.

With anticipation in his heart, he took a quick look and found that she was the only woman in the seat, her appearance was as cold as ice, her white clothes were better than snow, and her sleeves were unusually long.

Even when you move your hands, it is as beautiful as a dance.

He sighed regretfully, buckled the dagger under his hand, and Bai Lian instantly shattered with a single swipe.

The woman said: "...the weapon is not bad."

She flicked her long sleeves, but was nailed to the table by the bamboo chopsticks that came suddenly, and finally there was a look of shock on her face.

Jiang Xuezhou said: "Accept."

Another heroic man in armor said loudly: "What do you think of my gun?"

Zhang Er □□ is as black as iron, and the tip of the spear is as bright as snow. When it is transported, it is like a dragon soaring in the clouds.

Jiang Xuezhou smiled back, turned his wrist, grabbed the short sword, and went up to meet it without dodging or evading.

The hilt of the short sword is golden yellow, with a warm feeling of jade. The sword body is cold and radiant, piercing the skin to the bone. When it collides with the gun, sparks burst out. After almost an instant, the heroic man has put away the gun and praised: "What a deep internal force!" Zi sat back.

In fact, Jiang Xuezhou didn't quite understand the current situation from the beginning, but he also said: "The gun is better, and the people are better."

Sitting next to the heroic man was a young Taoist priest, he slowly drew out the long sword on the table, got up and said, "The poor Taoist also come to learn a lesson or two."

There was no fighting intent on his body, his expression was even more casual, and he was not even very particular about his standing posture. He pointed his long sword obliquely, and his eyes were only on the sword.

A moment later, the tip of the sword was lifted up, and then a sword was sent out. The sword energy was as thin as a breeze, and it dived around Jiang Xuezhou's body.

Jiang Xuezhou smiled, seemingly not thinking about anything, and drew out his sword.

The Taoist swordsman did what he wanted, and he didn't give in too much. Rather than talking about a sword fight, it was more like a glimpse, and there was no real fire at all.

Before the soldiers could meet, the Taoist turned around first, put the sword back into its sheath, and said, "Not bad."

Jiang Xuezhou stopped in the middle of a sword move, and was let go by this Taoist priest who did not follow common sense, so he could only say: "The Taoist leader is a good demeanor."

In this way, there was only the last person left, sitting near the door, sipping the tea in his hand.Compared with the previous few people, he is also the one with the strongest Jianghu flavor. He is about the same age as him, with a long sword on his waist, and a heroic appearance.

Jiang Xuezhou instinctively felt that he was the most respected among the few people, so he asked, "Who are you?"

The man stood up and asked the others in the hall: "How likely is it?"

Jiang Xuezhou was at a loss, and the monk said, "Twenty percent."

The scholar squinted at Jiang Xuezhou, with a half-smile: "Thirty percent."