The correct strategy for the master of the world

In late autumn, in the early morning, the mist is thin, and the three-point chill comes straight through the bones.

The little soldier guarding the gate of the city let out a breath of white air, and tried hard to resist the sleepiness that hit him.

The sky has turned pale, and the sun is still lazily hiding, hoping to rest for a while.

Xiaobing held the gun in his hand, and couldn't help but want to shrink it into his sleeve. In such a cold day, his hands were already red from the cold, so this year's winter will be full of frostbite again.

At this time, the small town was still very deserted, there were only a few small stalls doing breakfast business, and only the boss moved the chairs and stools early, and took his own guys to go out to prepare.

There are not even a single fallen leaf on the street with few people, and the silence seems to be frozen here in time.

I don't know why today, the one who guarded the door with him in the past didn't show up on time, Xiao Bing secretly speculated the reason in his heart, whether it was because he couldn't get up because he had too much yellow soup in his stomach yesterday, or because his wife and children were unwilling up.

Thinking of the warm quilt at home, Xiaobing couldn't help but opened his mouth wide and yawned, but at this time the wind was strong, and the cold air poured into his mouth, making him cough for a long time.

The sun rose slowly, and people who were supposed to go out for work also walked out one after another, and a warm breath wafted out of the air.

Xiao Bing sniffled, yes, there was also a delicious smell of breakfast.

At this moment, a man wearing military armor and holding a spear finally slowly appeared in his line of sight-this man was of medium build, but he looked quite strong, with a beard on his face, and he was thrown into the crowd A face that can't be found anywhere.

Xiao Bing didn't know this person, but that person just casually stood opposite him, it was obvious that he wanted to stand in the same class as his former partner.

I don't know what happened to him.Xiaobing thought silently, planning to visit him after he finished his shift.

Although the man was standing, he was not serious at all. He would move his hands and feet for a while, and the little soldier was angry when he looked like a fool, but he knew that this person must have some background, so he was not easy to provoke , can only be sulking alone.

In late autumn, there were not many people leaving the city, and there were not many people in the morning, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

The sun was at its strongest at noon, and the soldier was sweating from the heat in his heavy armor.

At this time, it was almost time to hand over the shift, and Xiao Bing was a little anxious, counting the time in his heart, waiting to go back and have a steaming lunch.

A carriage drove up from the other side of the street. It was tightly covered by the blue cloth, but it was the kind of carriage that could be seen everywhere outside the inn.

The driver was a very young junior, he looked familiar, and his blue coat was worn out, but it was well-groomed.

When the carriage arrived at the city gate, the groom stopped the carriage skillfully and came up to say hello: "Brother Wang is on duty today."

Xiaobing's surname is Wang, and his qualifications are still very low. He is very ironic in his heart when he says a word from the younger generation, and naturally it shows a bit on his face.

The younger generation turned around and greeted that person with a smile: "This soldier is strange, dare to ask your name?"

The man ignored him, frowned and asked, "What are you doing out of the city at this time of year?"

His tone was very aggressive, quite suspicious.

The younger generation was not annoyed, and still smiled apologetically: "It's not just to make more money, it's not easy to support a family, so please be accommodating."

The rules in this small town have always been that one cannot leave the city at noon, and the time chosen by the younger generation is really not good.

The man said with a straight face, "Who is inside?"

The young man looked into the car, and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Carpenter Wang, the head of the city, isn't making a fuss and wants to go back to her mother's house."

The car seemed to be waiting a little anxiously, banging on the wall of the car.

Hearing this, the man said, "It's empty talk, I have to see it." He was about to go forward to lift the curtain.

Because of the cold weather, the original thin car curtain was replaced by a thick quilt to cover it, and the inside could not be seen clearly.

"Don't intervene." The young man hurried over to stop him, "You see, this man and woman are different, isn't it inconvenient..."

The man opened his mouth, still wanting to pester.

Seeing this, Xiao Bing said, "It's not easy for everyone to make a living, so let him go."

The man glared: "If there is some serious criminal in this car, who will bear the responsibility if something goes wrong!"

Little soldier, the young man had a frightened expression on his face: "Master Bing, I'm a decent person, this shit bowl doesn't have such a messy buckle."

It seems that because they have been entangled at this door for a long time, people in the small stall can't stop looking at them.

The man sneered, and before he had time to say anything, he saw the thick curtain of the carriage pulled open, a middle-aged woman poked her head out, and opened her mouth to scold: "I don't have eyes or a brain! Go out, old lady. Get out of the way, or I will beat you to death!"

It has a big round face, small eyes, and a big mouth that is painted red. There are several hairpins tied on the head, which are colorful and ostentatious on the head.With such an appearance, who else would it be if it wasn't the pungent woman in Wang's family, the carpenter in the east of the city.

The man looked in the car, but still got out of the way: "Go quickly."

"You're smart!" the woman muttered proudly, then retreated into the car.

The young man licked his face and smiled apologetically at them: "Don't take anything wrong, don't take anything wrong." He took out a few copper coins and stuffed them into their hands, "Please have a drink, soldiers, forgive me."

The little soldier looked at him, stuffed the copper money into his clothes, and took it away to make him feel at ease. It's not easy to come out to beg for food, so there's no need to embarrass him.

Seeing that they had all collected the money, the younger generation climbed into the carriage with a face full of embarrassment, flicked the whip, yelled, and left the city gate.

The wheels squeaked and turned, moving forward along the official road, and by the time the soldiers and the others finished changing shifts, they would have disappeared for a long time.

The carriage went round and round all the way, and walked all afternoon. In a blink of an eye, the sun was slanting to the west, and the day, which was still hot at noon, also cooled down. A gust of cool wind whizzed past. He sucked again, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and sneezed hard.

Going out on this kind of day is the most tormenting, but fortunately the destination is not very far away, at least I took advantage of the clear sky to send people there.

The woman in the car slowly twisted her waist and got down, carrying a small bundle in her hand. After standing still, she took out a sling of copper plates and threw them to the younger generation, and left on her own.

The young man was stunned for a long time, until he heard the movement around him, he suddenly came back to his senses, and his face became sad.

It was so late, and he wouldn't dare to go back if he had three guts, but if he stayed for one night, this business would be no different from doing it for nothing, maybe he would have to pay some money to get in.

Fiddling with the few copper coins in his arms, he sighed and could only turn around to find a small inn to stay temporarily, considering himself unlucky.

Who knew that when he turned his head, he was startled. There was a person standing behind him, well, it was in front of him now, and he could feel the touch of that person's clothes with the tip of his nose so close.

Flicking his eyes left and right, he saw the long sword on the man's waist, and the young man silently swallowed the scolding to his mouth, the Jianghu people can't afford it, let's just calm down.

It's a pity that he thought well, but that person just didn't let him go.

"Go to Jincheng." He said coldly.

"This..." The younger generation hesitated for a moment, with a smile on his face, "You look at the high mountains and the long roads..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man take out a silver coin and put it in his hand, "Deposit money."

The young man's expression changed in an instant, he quickly stuffed the silver into his clothes with one hand, and stretched out the other hand as a guide: "This way please."

Not far from him, two people who were eating noodles at the noodle stall looked at each other. One of them stood up and turned into the alley, while the other sat where he was, looking at them calmly.

The carriage that had just stopped for a short time set off again. This time, the young man was treated a lot better. Although the ride-hailing seemed difficult to get along with, he treated him well. Seeing the night is cold and the sky is cold , and threw him a big cloak.

Taking advantage of the light in the sky, the carriage hurried on the road, but it was a pity that they couldn't reach the next village and town until it was dark, so they had to sleep on the side of the official road.

The young man squatted on the ground, adding firewood to the rising fire, and that Jianghu man had already run into the woods, not knowing what to do.

Today's moon is white and miserable, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the little light is also weak.

A few large potatoes were thrown into the fire. Speaking of which, potatoes are also a new thing, and they have been slowly promoted and planted in the past few years. If it is not because of the large output, the younger generations may not be able to afford it.

When the air slowly filled with a burnt aroma, he finally came back.

He was dressed in spotless white clothes, and the long sword around his waist was full of vigor even before it was sheathed. If it was not Ximen Chuuxue, who else could it be.

He looked around, sat on the shaft of the car, and watched the young man poke potatoes with a branch.

The younger generation didn't speak, and neither did he.

The only sound was the crackling of firewood breaking.

At this time, on Xiaoqingshan, Wen Renxi was concentrating on inspecting his medicinal material warehouse.

The days of raising his body are not ordinary boring, his body has also improved a little these days, seeing that the weather is getting colder, it is better for him to move more out of health care considerations.

After thinking about it again, it's okay anyway, so he simply ran to the village down the mountain to open a free clinic, so-so as to pass the time.

For the convenience of consideration, he still had to check whether the medicinal materials were prepared enough, and whether there were any missing things that needed to be used.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong, who was holding a candle behind him, expressed that his mood was rather complicated, and his position changed from a murderer to a rescuer, and he was caught off guard too quickly. He only hoped that he would not meet someone who knew him when he opened the free clinic tomorrow. Especially acquaintances.

When the candle on Xiaoqingshan was blown out, the fire beside the official road was still burning tenaciously, and a potato rolled out, and when it cooled down, he broke the two halves and gnawed on it.

Ximen Chuuxue sat on the side and said, "You are Yu Tianbao."

His tone was very firm, to an unbelievable degree.

The movements of the younger generation stopped, and there was silence again, like a dead silence.

Ximen Chuuxue said again: "You are also Jia Baoyu."

The tone is still so determined, so determined that it makes people's teeth itch.

"Since you know everything." Housheng, no, it should be Yu Tianbao said, "Do you still want to hear what I have to say?"

Although he said interrogative sentences, there was a feeling in his tone that I'm just like this.

It was speechless again.

He knew very well that Yu Luocha had gone to Ximen Chuuxue, and although he didn't know what he said in detail, but with Yu Luocha's temperament, he probably said everything he could say.

Therefore, he thinks that as a civet cat in the big drama of changing the prince, he is still a civet cat who only uses a false identity to cheat the genuine precious friendship. It would be really stupid to slip.

After a long silence, he heard Ximen Chuixue sigh lightly, but he couldn't distinguish half of his emotion, he just felt that sigh pressed hard on his heart, made him breathless heavily, and carried him for no reason. A bit of grievance that he didn't even realize.

Do you think he is willing to tell this lie, do you think he is willing to do this job, if he can choose, he would rather go to the **** Demon Sect, the **** Jade Raksha in that small town in the Western Regions, Even if it would be harder and harder to live, it would be better to live in this messy day.

When he was slandering, he heard Ximen Chuuxue say: "I want to know why Master Yu told me..."

Ximen Chuuxue stuttered for a rare moment, with a strange expression on his face.

"Why do you say... He has chosen an auspicious time, let us choose a date..." He stopped again, and finally said with difficulty, "Choose a date to get married."

Yu Tianbao crushed the potatoes in his hand, not knowing that it was too late to deny this adoptive father.

The author has something to say: complete completion

It's too late. I'll talk about it tomorrow if there are any bugs.

I haven't slept eight hours in a week

sleepy

Why is university so hard? I am struggling to memorize texts and words every day until twelve o'clock.

every night there should be

that's it

Good night little angels