Sword of Coming

The snow and the moon are suitable, and the youth is more clear.

In addition, this guy who called himself Cui Dongshan, a total of six people, walked together to the tall mansion with a 6,000-volume library.

A skinny monkey-like man walked in the forefront, sweeping the snow with his feet to make way for the embroidered shoes on the woman's feet to be soaked in snow.

A woman named Wang Manmeng, she claims to be a sea-viewing realm, but she doesn't like being called a fairy. The skinny man once slapped a horse's hoof with a flattery.

Along the way, she and the handsome boy who claimed to be Cui Dongshan had a lot of idleness. Of course, the woman from Yexiu had a smile like a flower, with many delicate thoughts hidden, just like the road under the snow. Looking at Xue Bai Wu Xian, I really need to poke aside with my feet, it's muddy.

Wang Manmeng found that the young man next to him was frivolous, not like a practising man. A pair of boots was already covered with snow chips. The young man shivered from the cold. He gently patted the falling snow on his head and shoulders, asking again and again, is it there yet?

The main reason was that this woman and her concubine had a lot of disagreements. Wang Manmeng was unwilling to go to the fence. Seeing the face of the person, she hated the imperial government even more. She didn't even think about finding a hill to open the mountain. After all, Hong Chou was born in a river and a lake. Where did he know the doorway on the mountain? There was no need to see blood when killing people? Those who have had a conflict and really have a family business, it will be difficult to get out of it anymore. How can it be so easy to leave, and to say that they are inferior to the other party and seek perfection? What will happen then, just wash Hong Chou's dignified face and sell her buttocks, or just push her out of that "friendship" activity? You Hong Chou doesn't bother to wear a hat on your head, and my old lady also thinks it is too much trouble to pretend to be on the bed and be polite.

So the two groups of people lived in the adjacent Gaomen mansion, quite a bit like the well water did not offend the river.

The woman walked side by side with the white-clothed boy into the house and came to a lobby. The valuables had been emptied long ago, and she looked like she was on all sides. Only a nanmu plaque was left, but it was not hung on the wall, but casually lying on the table against the wall. under. The white-clothed boy crossed the threshold and entered the lobby. After scanning a few times, there was indeed nothing left. He ran to squat by the table, then poked his **** under the table, and reached out to wipe the dust on the plaque. "Tianlong Life".

Cui Dongshan took out the plaque and put it on the table first, planning to move back to Mi Xuefeng's study.

There were two braziers in the house. They burned the charcoal by themselves. The thin man with his hands and feet was diligent and went to add some charcoal to the brazier. Finally, he did not forget to fiddle with some charcoal ashes to cover the red charcoal so that the charcoal would not burn too fast. At first glance, he is a diligent and thrifty housekeeper.

Divided into two groups, each sitting around the brazier, snow was flying outside the door.

It was because of an unfamiliar boy who did not speak much and the atmosphere was deserted.

This person is of unknown origin and dared to enter the ghost city alone. How could he be the kind of seemingly weak and ignorant young man who dared to enter the ghost city alone, few of them are good stubborns. Seeing that they are young, God knows how old he is.

Only the man who added charcoal, cheeky, sat on the side of the beautiful woman, just facing the little white face.

Wang Manmeng is Hong Chou’s concubine. In general, no one dares to tease her. Before, Gu Qiu just looked at her like a book-reader. Once he entered the city, he was often put on small shoes by Hong Chou. Right now, this thin man is an exception, I guess. I feel that my concubine is no longer picky about eating, and he won't let this mouth go.

The charcoal burst in the brazier, like the sound of firecrackers, and occasionally sparks splash, splashing on the side of the pants of the man several times, and the thin guy seems to be worried about being burned through the pants by that spark, and will always slap it a few times.

Cui Dongshan bent down and twisted a piece of charcoal on the edge of the brazier, gently crushed it, and smiled: "It's white charcoal, it's more expensive than ordinary black charcoal. Sister Manmeng, can you guys, how do you have a small life?"

Wang Manmeng raised his chin, glanced at the man sitting opposite Cui Dongshan, and smiled charmingly, "How do I know what white carbon black charcoal is Qianhou's unique craftsmanship, no serious skills, the stove is a cook, cutting wood and burning charcoal , Hoe plowing the ground, building wooden carts, are all good hands."

The thin bamboo-stick man originally leaned forward, lowered his head, and stretched out his hands to warm himself by the fire. By the way, he looked at the beautiful woman’s embroidered shoes from the corner of his eyes, his throat moved slightly, he swallowed, and he was really greedy. Wang Manmeng’s skin is so white that it seems to be able to squeeze the water out. Her two feet wearing embroidered shoes can’t be exposed to the sun all year round. Isn’t it more white and tender? Gu Qiu, who used to help her to pour foot washing water, is a real blessing... At this moment, he raised his head and rubbed his hands and smiled: "Brother Cui has a good vision. It is indeed white charcoal. It is not comparable to black charcoal. It is resistant to burns, does not smoke, and does not choke people. Of course, good things cost money. Ordinary people do. Can't afford this kind of white charcoal."

Cui Dongshan took off a pair of snow-soaked boots, apologized, then carried one in one hand, flipped the boots over and burned, and asked with a smile: "You can sell it for a couple of dollars over a hundred catties of charcoal in your hometown?"

Qian Hou'er smiled and said: "My hometown backs the mountain and eats the mountain. There are several kinds of hardwoods on the mountain, which are very suitable for burning white charcoal. The reputation is quite big. As for the kiln, as for how the name came, I also talked about it. There was a Liyu Niangniang Temple at the foot of a mountain. Later, when I was far away from my hometown, I realized that it was called Yinci. The name was strange. I don’t know what the imperial court and scholars are. I didn’t change my opinion. Before I left my hometown, I remember that the incense in the Liyu Niangniang Temple was always very good. The cold weather is freezing badly, and the price goes up for a good meal. It can be sold for two, two, four and five silver. If there is some connection with the accountant and concierge of the wealthy family in the prefecture and county, the price can be doubled. Brother Cui, at first glance, he is the rich man who came out of everyone's portal, and he is also a **** on the mountain. How can he know the market price of charcoal?"

Wang Manmeng actually wanted to interrupt several times, only to see that the white-clothed boy listened carefully and patiently, so he waited for Qian Hou'er to finish a chase, and then smiled and complained: "Cui Lang is just asking you for a price, nonsense. Do more, the horse will have more saliva if you pee too much?"

The thin man looked sad. In fact, this quack nicknamed Qian Hou'er doesn't talk a lot and can't help it. He's just a three-level martial artist who knows how to use the quack, how loud can his voice be. It's just that when I talked about the craftsmanship of charcoal and it had something to do with my hometown, I finally met someone who knew the goods. The guy couldn't help himself for a while, so he couldn't stop his mouth.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband has burned charcoal before, and he is an expert. I just listened to it a few ears. If my husband is here, I must have a few more conversations with you."

Cui Dongshan asked casually: "How long have you been here and how much money have you earned?"

Wang Manmeng said didily: "Returning to Cui Lang's words, I came to the city during the summer season last year. More than half a year has passed. As for how much I earn, I won't talk about it if my wealth is not exposed. A trip, compared to being a **** for the courts of various countries, it will always have a better life, and a rare good year. Is Cui Lang interested in walking the rivers and lakes with us? Hong Chou has a relationship with us. The brothers who led the army and the generals were well informed. They came over at the end of last year and said that in the past two or three years of the Great Yuan Dynasty, they still couldn't take care of these ghost towns that had been drained of oil and water. The emperor was very busy. That's awesome."

At the end of last winter, before they met Zhong Kui and Gusu, they were actually full of calculations. According to Guqiu’s estimate, they had already made almost exactly one grain of rain money, which was evenly distributed, which was almost ten snowflakes per person, just as agreed. It’s not the way to calculate the vulgar rules. The real big head is the humongous man who claims to be Wufu in the five realms and the six realms in reality, and Wang Manmeng, who claims to be the sea-viewing realm but is actually the Dongfu realm. Mandarin ducks, the two are divided into almost 40%, but this team was pulled together by the two of them, and no one dared to object. After all, the thick knife, even the murderous ghosts floating around. Can kill, how difficult is it to kill a few living people? It is already very moral. Afterwards, they seemed to have had a big luck, and they actually earned another seven or eight small summer coins. Now the two groups of people are watching how Wang Manmeng and Hong Chou talked.

Cui Dongshan smiled and asked: "If you come to this place to earn money, there are no dead people?"

Wang Manmeng smiled and said, "No, it is really good luck. The first thing I did when I entered the city, I went to the Chenghuang Temple to burn incense and make a wish. Qian Hou'er also has craftsmanship and helped burn the paper money from two large dustpans."

Qian Hou'er got a compliment, as if his whole body was lightened by a couple of taels, and he sat there grinning silly.

It is really rare that the twelve people entered the city together, there is no danger, not to mention that they have made a lot of money, and everyone has a full tail, and no one lacks arms or legs. My colleagues in other cities don’t have this blessing. There are dozens of ghost cities in the old Great Yuan Dynasty, large and small. The fierce and fierce ghost was still rampant, and then it disappeared a little when the New Year's Pass was approaching. Most of them are matched like this, led by a few Yamazawa Yexiu who knows a little bit of mountain magic, swarms a group of quack takers, and stray dogs dig out food, eat some leftovers that leaked from the nails of the court officers and soldiers coldly. In the autumn and winter season of last year, there was often news that in those states, counties and cities, people died violently from time to time, even being possessed by ghosts, or had nightmare, and they suddenly started to kill each other, and when the day broke, they were all over the ground. The tragic condition of the corpse, it is rumored that there was a ghost city that had been fighting tragically. The yin was too heavy, and there were all fairy and ghosts, gathering the surrounding atmosphere of thousands of yin soldiers, Hong Chou was worried at the time, yes. After thinking about it, those who want to withdraw from the city are worried that the golden pill ghost fairy is going south, the Yin soldiers crossing the border is not a joke, but for some reason, first is approaching the new year, and the ghost towns seem to be clearly demarcated. There is no such thing as a group of wild ghosts every night, as if there are signs of heroic ghosts and generals deploying troops. Waiting until the night of the New Year’s Thirtieth Night, there was another riot in the middle of the night, and Gu Qiu did not hesitate to do so. I violated the ban, risking being held accountable by the Great Yuan court, or even by the Confucian Academy, and for the first time put on an official robe of the Chenghuangye and sat in the Chenghuang Temple. After that, all the ghosts seemed to have disappeared, the money monkey. The children vowed to say that this is God's eye opening, and took those lonely wild ghosts, so that they all have a place to return, paved a yellow spring road in the sun, and the ghosts walked through the Naihe Bridge and drank Mengpo Tang before they could reincarnate. went.

Wang Manmeng is an out-and-out air trainer. What she sees and knows is not comparable to Qian Houer's old sayings, but she is also confused. At that time, she noticed the vision of heaven and earth, and hurried to Yufeng to go to the city. , I just feel as if the whole world has an inexplicable "weather", not the landscape vision of the heaven and earth aura that the Qi practitioner dreams of gathering, Wang Manmeng has made a special trip in this life, watching from a distance Passing a long-admired Xianjia Mountain, near the sect called "Taiping Mountain", the woman had also seen similar weather, but it seemed that it was far less magnificent than that night. In the middle of the night, Wang Manmeng stood alone on the top of the city. When she looked at the dots of "lights", she slowly gathered together and left the ghost city in large groups. It was faintly visible that there was a scribe in official robes in the team. , The armored soldier, after his death, the last journey of the Yinming Mountains and Rivers seemed to be still maintaining order there. In the team, there was a pale face but a smiling young boy, under the leadership of the elders, and the helper on the top of the city. The women who gathered the corpses and built the righteous village all bent over to thank... Insincere words, righteousness of the world, forever.

It's just this idea that when she gets off the city, it fades away, and after dawn, it is completely gone. The woman thinks about it, it is her own way out in the future.

Wang Manmeng looked at the young man in white who put his boots on the brazier and began to pinch his nose to roast a pair of snow-white socks. She charmingly asked, "Cui Lang, what do you do? It seems, which is the genealogy monk of the new mountain, come here. How about going down the mountain here, alone, the elders of the division will not follow to help protect the way?"

It doesn't look like the monks worshipping the Xin Dayuan court. They are unassuming. To put it simply, they are looking at the eyes of others. They are indeed looking at people.

With this kind of vision, Wang Manmeng, as a casual cultivator of the expelled division, has been wandering around for half a century, which is not lacking.

The boy in white squeezed his nose with one hand, shook two satin socks with the other, smiled and said, "I, now I am the lord of the sect."

Wang Manmeng covered his mouth and smiled with one hand, then patted the boy's arm gently, "Cui Lang really likes to talk and laugh."

There was a young and strong swordsman on the brazier and said with a smile: "Sect Master? Why not be the leader directly?"

The sect under the mountain is not called sect, and the immortal mansion on the mountain is not called religion. It has always been a rule, but relatively speaking, the restrictions on the former are much more relaxed. Big thing.

If this person with the surname Cui is not joking, since he is the "sect master", then it is definitely not the Immortal Mansion on the mountain. After all, there are only a few sects in Tongyezhou now?

Never thought that this little white face, young, is also a mess.

Everyone is the old world. When I heard that the young man was not a fairy teacher on the mountain, the atmosphere immediately became warmer, and he was no longer so cautious. As for whether the language of the servant was a blindfold, it was a trainer pretending to be a quack, it doesn’t matter, the sky falls. Next, there are Wang Manmeng and her concubine on their heads, unable to withstand it, and there is also Gu Qiu, the alternate City God, who will clean up the mess? Just say that in this state city, they are still very emboldened.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "I almost became the deputy leader."

Qian Hou'er finally found someone better than himself, and couldn't bear to laugh at him.

Cui Dongshan continued: "My mountain top, there are not many people for the time being, and we are in charge of the genealogical monks of less than 10,000 people."

Wang Manmeng laughed loudly, this Cui Lang, it is a pity not to be a storyteller in a restaurant.

Qian Hou'er smiled, craned his neck to look at the heavy scenery on the woman's chest.

"Cui Lang, then do you see if your sister can go to your side and be the chief consecration? It's okay to be in charge of the ancestor, or to manage the money. My sister can live a good life, but she can plan carefully."

Cui Dongshan rubbed his chin, and said with a serious expression: "That elder sister had to ask a fairyland sword repairman, a Yuanying stage sword repairman, and a nine realm swordsman. They three agreed not to make room for the older sister."

Everyone looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

If it is really a genealogical monk on the mountain, he would also recognize it, so the words are interesting, not many.

The premise is not the kind of weird genealogy monk, small belly chicken intestines, who likes to joke, but he is absolutely not allowed to make jokes, and he is still chatting and laughing at the moment, and he will turn his face and deny the person the next moment.

Cui Dongshan suddenly asked: "My sister just wants to make sure that I am a cultivator? Why, have enmity with the gods on the mountain? Or is it the kind of hatred that both sides have to lie down when they meet?"

Wang Manmeng smiled from ear to ear, and stretched out her hand to cover the mountains that she was about to emerge. Because she likes to wear night clothes, the mountains are sharply contoured, straight and tall, and the two peaks are facing each other, so they look particularly aggressive. She rubbed her heart and said. : "Cui Lang's guess is so unreasonable. Cui Lang is so suspicious, but like us Shanzawa Ye Xiu."

Cui Dongshan smiled, "Don't be nervous, just ask casually, I must have misunderstood my sister, I always feel murderous."

The beautiful woman with a slender figure bit her lip, "How can my sister dare to kill? There is no help but to be bullied."

Cui Dongshan smiled and put on his socks and boots again. Damn it, if it wasn't for your husband, you would eat hot pot nearby, to see how I am a guest host with you.

One person got the news from the house, and soon heard the news and rushed to the house here.

He was a burly man in armor with a knife on his waist and scars on his face. In the words of Fat Gusu, he looks to ward off evil spirits and walks at night, which can scare ghosts.

It is Hong Chou, a hidden martial artist in the six realms. In today’s Tongyezhou, there is this martial arts realm. Xiang Gongqing, as a family guest who protects the safety of his home, is even more accessible.

Hong Chou stretched out his hand to smash the handle of the knife, strode forward, stepping on the snow on the road, rustling, clear in his ears in the snowy night.

Looking inside the room, Hong Chou's face was gloomy, and he walked away from the ancient hill who had cleared his relationship with them, and finally came another boy in white clothes who didn't know his roots and feet.

This makes Hong Chou extremely depressed. You auntie, you really don't know whether to live or die. The genealogical monk on the mountain, you are a cultivator in the cave, who can provoke it casually?

Qian Hou'er quickly got up and squeezed to the brazier aside.

Hong Chou sat on a chair, took off his saber at his waist, squinted his eyes and asked, "Little brother, where is it?"

Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, rubbed his palms with each other, he sighed, and laughed: "There is a mountain not far from here, called Xiandu Mountain. Now there are not many people on the mountain, so I don't have to think about it. Just recruit troops and buy horses. You and my husband have already had a face-to-face meeting."

Hong Chou frowned and said, "Which one?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "My husband, I'm in the courtyard of Xiaofang Girl now, drinking and eating hot pot with a senior from the rivers and lakes."

Wang Manmeng suddenly realized, and Yanran smiled and said, "It's the young man in the blue shirt, long coat and cloth shoes. He is refreshing and full of bookishness. At first glance, he is not the same as us."

The beautiful woman pointed to the ceiling, "It seemed to have come from the sky at the time. You told me afterwards that this person was just looking at the young. He was a land-based **** who could not afford to provoke him, if not a golden pill. , Is the golden figure martial artist, anyway, it must be a hard idea of ​​one of the two golds."

All of a sudden, Hong Chou's arrogance fell. At that time, the servant appeared suddenly, and Hong Chou, who was sitting on the chair, did not dare to draw his sword out of the sheath.

Hong Chou frowned and asked, "Your sir, is a pure martial artist?"

Cui Dongshan chuckled and said, "My husband, of course, is a pure martial artist, but he has always regarded himself as a swordsman."

Hong Chou asked tentatively: "What state is it? Golden body state?"

I didn't expect that the other party would give an answer.

Seeing the white-clothed boy stretch out his hand, Hong Chou said strangely: "What does this mean?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband is a martial artist, so you can reward me with a few small summer coins, how about?"

Hong Chou laughed dumbly.

It seems that God is still very fair. He gave a good skin bag and an unclear head.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Then let's change the gambling method. You can guess my husband's realm. You can guess three times, the first time, a snowflake money, the second time, Xiaoshu money, and the third time Gu Yu money, if you If you get it right, I will double it to you. As long as I nod my head and agree, I immediately smashed the pot and sold iron, took out six gods' money, and gave it to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping."

Hong Chou sneered and said, "Did you learn this gambling technique from Qian Hou'er?"

Cui Dongshan said: "I can write the answer on a piece of paper in advance, and I can also give it to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping. Brother Hong, a business that makes a profit without losing money, do you gamble or not? Dare to make a lot of money?"

Hong Chou said, "If you just write about one realm and two realms, can I guess the answer?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head, "After Wang Manmeng has read the answers on the paper, I allow her to wink at you. One is to remind you whether or not to gamble, and the other is to imply that my answer is not reliable."

"Of course you have to say in advance. You two are not allowed to use your heartfelt words, or converge your voices. Well, you can change to a more favorable gambling method for Brother Hong. You can decide what fairy money to use for three bets. The order, the only requirement, is to bet at the gambling table. We must bet three times. Forget it. If you think that betting on a grain of money is not in line with a small bet, you can only bet twice."

Qian Hou'er thinks he can bet.

Golden body realm, far travel realm, mountain realm, come one by one, you can always get caught once.

There are only so many martial arts realms in the world of martial arts, except for the minor masters of the six realms, the so-called great masters of the three realms of refining the gods.

But Hong Chou was a bit embarrassed, because he knew that there was a legendary end on the top of the mountain.

The young man in the blue shirt is definitely not a six-level martial artist. Hong Chou is extremely sure about this. Since the other party can "fall from the sky", either he is a golden martial artist who leaped from far away in the city, or he can travel far away. In the Eclosion Realm, then the three kinds of fairy money have to bet on four possibilities. If there is no end, it is indeed a bet that can be made without losing money.

For example, Hong Chou can spend a snowflake money first, betting that the young man is on the mountain top. Then use Xiaoshuqian to bet on the golden status.

If you win, it's just a small gambling to make a profit, so why not do it.

Because deep down in Hong Chou's heart, he felt that the young green shirt guest, who looked at him at a young age, must be a great master of the far travel realm.

Hong Chou smiled and said, "It's a bet!"

Cui Dongshan took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and shook it vigorously, "Qianhouer, hurry up, take care of me! Brother Cui has earned money, so I will give you a piece of snowflake money."

Qian Hou'er hurriedly got up, went to the house where he was staying temporarily, got pen and ink, and said that he didn't need to use it.

The white-clothed boy was surprised and said: "Ah, no? That's it. By the way, remember to help dip the ink."

Qian Hou'er looked stiff, wishing to throw himself a big mouth.

Cui Dongshan took out six immortal money from his sleeve and clenched it tightly, "Sister, this is all my belongings, please take it steady!"

Hong Chou squinted his eyes, this fellow really has two grains of rain money!

Wang Manmeng stretched out her white and tender palm, "Sister is in charge of the money, so don't worry."

The boy in white just let go of his hand.

Wang Manmeng took the fairy money in his palm, slandering him, the genealogical master of Gou Ri, really rich!

Alone, away from home, you can take out two grains of rain money at will, this can be

It is Gu Yuqian, one piece is equivalent to a full thousand snowflakes money!

Qian Hou'er brought a bamboo brush dipped in ink, the kind with inscriptions. It was the least valuable in the city. It was scattered everywhere in various houses. Over the past six months, he has gathered together hundreds of them. too much.

The young man in white turned his back, curled up, and after writing a few words, he crumpled the white paper into a ball, held it in the palm of his hand, and when he handed it to Wang Manmeng, he reminded: "When I spread the paper, remember to learn. I turned around, don't be looked at by Brother Hong."

After that, Wang Manmeng turned back as agreed, and carefully spread out the paper. Seeing the content above, she was stunned, took a deep breath, then kneaded it again, facing the flood, she looked weird and winked, and then Nod.

Signaling that Hong Chou could bet, the boy didn't write anything.

The white-clothed young man suddenly snorted, his eyes were sad, and he was extremely aggrieved: "My dear sister, if you turn your elbow out like this, it will hurt your heart."

Wang Manmeng's face was embarrassed, so she had to put away some small and imperceptible movements that he believed to be subtle.

In case of losing the bet, if Hong Chou turns his face and refuses to admit it, she will be embarrassed.

If Hong Chou sees fortune, that is almost equivalent to the ancient hill of the city **** of Yizhou, and the female ghost Xiaofang, he will definitely not sit back and watch. Hong Chou is a six-level martial artist, and of course he does not dare to violently kill. The six fairy money given by Dongshan were all hacked. Not to mention Mr. Cui Dongshan, just the old man who claimed to be from Aquarius, it was not easy. So even if Hong Chou makes a big fuss, at most he is asking for three gods' money back?

To be honest, after the night trial of the City God Temple, Wang Manmeng, a group of desperadoes, really didn't dare to do things so without taboos.

The white-clothed boy suddenly looked at Qian Hou'er and said with a smile: "You can bet twice or three times, all with snowflake money, how's it going?"

Qian Hou'er didn't have much interest, and he didn't say anything. The others were eager to try, but Hong Chou turned his head and took a cold look, and they all stopped.

Then Hong Chou took out a snowflake money and tossed it to Cui Dongshan.

The white-clothed boy held the snowflake money in both hands, raised it above his head, and began to mutter some words, presumably begging God for blessing?

Hong Chou said solemnly: "Golden body state."

Cui Dongshan's face was full of horror.

Hong Chou was stunned. He guessed the realm and won?

Wang Manmeng subconsciously couldn't help but want to show something, but found that the white-clothed boy had been staring at herself, so she had to shook her head sternly, "Not in the golden body state."

Hong Chou took out a small summer coin that he had treasured for many years, instead of throwing it to the teenager casually pretending to be bold, and handing it over.

Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands for Xiaoshuqian, laughing, "I have made a profit."

Then twisted the small summer money with two fingers, held it up high, and shook it back and forth, "Tsk tsk, look back at the small summer money, happy, happy, really happy."

Qian Hou'er and the gang are speechless, you don't have to open your eyes and talk nonsense.

Hong Chou exuded fine sweat on his forehead, and said, "Eclosion Realm."

Cui Dongshan raised a snow-white sleeve and threw Xiao Shuqian into it. Hippie smiled and said, "In the pocket, the bag is safe."

Wang Manmeng sighed, and said, "It's not a far-flung tour."

Hong Chou glared at her with a vaguely angry face. His mother, it shouldn't be this mother-in-law, would she be a partner with an outsider to cheat herself.

Wang Manmeng didn't hit a spot, and rolled his eyes.

With arms around his chest, Cui Dongshan laughed and said, "Brother Hong, do you want to gamble for the third time? It's a big bet. I'm a gambler with a heart to make money. If it's not fierce, it's impossible. Give it a try, a few acres of house. Change the hilltop!"

Hong Chou said, "I don't have Gu Yuqian with me."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "You don't need to give it right away. I owe it first. I will check the account tomorrow morning. Brother Hong can borrow money from my sister and the others. We can make it together and convert it into a drizzle."

Hong Chou was immediately caught in a dilemma. If he loses, he will be completely busy for more than half a year. But what if you win?

The white-clothed boy raised Erlang's legs, stepped on the boots on the edge of the brazier, raised and lowered, "Sister, pick out those two rain money, and they will go into Brother Hong's pocket soon."

Hong Chou stood up suddenly, gave a cold snort, and strode away.

Qian Hou'er and a few people were stunned on the spot, isn't there just a mountain top left? They didn't dare to bet on this? When Hong Chou came on the road, was his mind caught by the door panel?

Everyone found that as soon as Hong Chou crossed the threshold, the white-clothed boy was sweating for a while, raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat there, explaining, "It's hot, it's a bit hot."

Hong Chou stagnated a little, hesitated, and left the house in stride.

Retrieving the paper ball and six immortal money from Wang Manmeng, the boy in white said earnestly: "Brothers, listen to my old brother's advice, bet big and small, win and lose, they are all the money that goes in and out of the house and cannot be held. It’s good to have fun. Of course, it’s a good thing if partial wealth comes into the house and is willing to send it out through the front door. The so-called good fortune is hard to give up, and those who are willing to go out with good fortune are accumulating the ancestral blessing of the family. Reported."

Wang Manmeng couldn't hear these worthless empty truths, and was very annoyed, but his face was still charming and moving, "Cui Lang is good at gambling."

Cui Dongshan admired: "This Hong Chou is still a little determined."

Wang Manmeng asked with a smile: "Caibo touches people's hearts, so you are not afraid of Hongcho?"

Cui Dongshan said: "You are not afraid of ghosts, afraid of people doing things."

Wang Manmeng smiled.

Qian Houer ran to the door, squatted over the steps, shook his wrist and slammed the brush a few times, and then shook several ink marks in the snow, wiped it back and forth on the snow, and then pinched the tip of the pen with two fingers. , Squeeze out the ink, like "washing a pen."

Qian Hou'er went back to his room, took out the fire-folder, lit an oil lamp on the table, and gently hung the cleaned brush on the pen holder.

Suddenly, he found that at the door, the young man in white came here quietly like a ghost, leaning against the door of the house, holding his sleeves with both hands, and looking at him with a smile.

Qian Hou'er's heart tightened. Could it be that he picked up a soft persimmon and robbed his house.

Cui Dongshan stretched out his sleeves, flicked it lightly, and flicked a piece of snowflake money to Qian Hou'er. He smiled and said, "It's not hot, take it. It's enough for you to buy a bunch of pens for washing."

Qian Hou'er was puzzled for a while, clutching the snowflake money, which was actually very hot, not knowing what to do. After accepting it, the wind was leaked, and it was easy for Hong Chou to take revenge. If he didn't accept it, it seemed to be sad at the moment.

Cui Dongshan walked into the house and found that there was a booklet on the table. He picked it up and looked at it, and he was amused.

It turned out that Qian Houer used charcoal to draw tables, tables, chairs and stools, flower tables, and beams and pillars. There are more than a hundred kinds of styles.

Presumably in this ghost town, with an eye-opener and an insightful experience, Qian Hou'er was busy, and created such a "book".

Cui Dongshan turned a few pages, and said with a smile: "With this craft, you can never die. Why do you think that if you are lucky to come here, and you haven't touched a murderer, you will be just like you."

Qian Hou'er dragged some acid words, "Ma Wuyecao is not fat, what the book says, wealth and wealth are in danger. You can make a living by craftsmanship, and you can earn a few dollars throughout the year. The money is too slow to get ahead."

Cui Dongshan turned the pages of the book, "They are just making money, only you are asking for life."

Qian Hou'er was confused, what's the difference? Can I make a living without money in my pocket?

Cui Dongshan raised his head and smiled and said: "Qianhouer, do you want to go to my hilltop? I dare not say that I am rich. It is better than wandering around these ghost cities day and night, tying my head to my waistband to earn money, precarious, too It’s hard work. Besides, I don’t want to spend any money on saving money."

Qian Hou'er didn't think much about it. After passing these words through his head, he grinned and said without hesitation: "Forget it, I've been used to wandering outside in this life. The danger is the danger, but it is more comfortable. Some, let me lie down in one place and enjoy the happiness, forget it."

The way of living some days is something that you can't even think of.

This time whether Hong Chou and Wang Manmeng parted ways and separated into two hills, or everyone just broke up, as long as he sits on the ground and divides the account, he can probably get ten snowflakes, which is a hundred thousand taels of white snowflake silver. Cut it into pieces of silver with scissors, and put it in a dustpan. I sit on the roof and sprinkle it to the outside to get a light snow. What's more, according to Wang Manmeng's statement, the imperial courts of all countries are in urgent need of immortal money, which is converted into real gold and silver, which is at a premium.

Cui Dongshan moved an old official hat chair and sat down, and raised Erlang's legs. This made Qian Hou'er more and more drumming. What's this?

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Now my mountain is very short of manpower. If you go, you will be useful. The monthly salary is a snowflake money. How about? The one just now was used as a deposit."

Before the husband returned to Luopo Mountain, he had to grab a few strong men and go back, and get a familiar face on the husband’s side. In the future, the husband would retreat, travel far and then return to the hometown, and then come to Qingping Jianzong. Today’s "newcomer", just Naturally, he became a half-baked old man, and when he met his husband, he would definitely be willing to talk a little more. Because Cui Dongshan knows very well that his husband is not only with Xiandu Mountain, even the Luopo Mountain, which is now a closed mountain and will be lifted in the future, especially in the next 100 years, hundreds of years, one after another, and then go up to the mountain to practice and martial arts. The newcomers may not chat so often. What's more, the Qianhouer in front of him is a charcoal-burning kiln worker in his hometown, and is a kiln worker who is a master of Qingli kiln. Isn't he close to his husband?

Qian Hou'er sneered and said, "Master Cui Xian, don't be amused."

A three-level martial artist, besides doing some miscellaneous work, what else can he do besides being a ghost for people.

Cui Dongshan smiled, "Don’t worry, so you don’t have to be suspicious. Anyway, when you figure it out by yourself or encounter a hurdle that you can’t go through, go to a place called Xiandu Mountain to find me. The archway of the mountain gate says Qing Ping Jianzong, you must recognize these words. Xiandu Mountain is not too far from here. Going south, there is a Xianjia Ferry crossing called Qingshandu. You can pay more attention to Shanshui Dibao in the future."

Qian Hou'er waited until the white-clothed boy left the house, still feeling baffled.

Cui Dongshan returned to the brazier in the lobby and sat there. The few next door had gone to sleep in each room, and only Wang Manmeng was sitting there waiting.

She smiled and asked, "Cui Lang, is your husband really a great master of the mountain realm?"

"no."

Wang Manmeng glamorously rolled his eyes, "You are still a lie."

Why didn't Hong Cho dare to gamble?

Wang Manmeng felt that if he changed to himself, he would definitely dare to bet the last bet.

Why don't you dare to choose one from the top of the mountain and the end of the martial arts?

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Actually, my husband's realm is that end, but I think Brother Hong has a hard time earning money, and he is very rare in the front door money. According to his seniority, he is still half of my brother-in-law. He did it in the city. With so many good things, I planned to give him some money to spend, but he didn't appreciate it and insisted on sending money to my brother-in-law, what can I do."

In fact, Wang Manmeng didn't bother to guess the true realm of the Qingshan guest, regardless of the realm of refining the gods, they were all celestial figures who could not reach on the ladder by themselves.

Don't provoke, don't cling to it, just stay away.

If it weren't for the white-clothed boy in front of him to stay away, Wang Manmeng would actually not stay by his side, carefully trying to figure out every word of his, even every expression and look in his eyes.

Didn't Hong Choo suffer?

"Do you know why Hong Cho didn't dare to gamble?"

"How to say?"

"Because Hong Cho, just like you, doesn't believe that good people are rewarded."

Wang Manmeng smiled bitterly, "Maybe."

Cui Dongshan turned around and watched the heavy snow falling in the courtyard. The snow became thicker. "Maybe I believed it before, but then I didn't believe it."

After a moment of silence, Cui Dongshan continued: "There is no way. It seems that in this world, people who believe that good people are rewarded will always fail to live a good life. They are either bad people or poor people. It's like letting out Yangguan Avenue. I can only walk the single-plank bridge by myself, save some money, and give it back to life. In the end, I only saved a lot of bitterness, and I don't want to tell them to relatives, friends, and juniors around me."

I originally felt that the other party was standing up and talking without backache.

After hearing these last words, Wang Manmeng stretched his brows, squeezed out a smiling face, and whispered, "Who said it wasn't."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "The one who hates the immortal genealogist most is not necessarily Shanze Yexiu, but is often the immortal genealogist, because the former has already figured out a way to get along, but the latter is not."

Wang Manmeng laughed at himself, "Cui Dongshan, don't try, although I don't know why you are so haunted and entangled with us ants, but to be honest, I really don't think our rootless duckweed-like waste is worthy of you. This kind of person wastes time, two grains of rain money, is it a lot? For us, of course a lot. More than a dozen people have been busy for more than half a year before earning so much. Like the money monkeys, they may still be in this life. I saw Gu Yuqian for the first time, but to you, two or even twenty Gu Yuqian, what are they."

"A few money monkeys. It’s not possible. It’s the first time I saw Gu Yuqian, because they were different from you and Hong Chou. They saw Gu Yuqian. The first impression is that it’s not strange why I can take out Gu Yuqian. , But doubt, guessing over there whether the third kind of fairy money is true."

Cui Dongshan bowed his head, spread his palms, and approached the charcoal fire. "How did you say ‘people like you’ just now? Why do you think I am not the same person as you?"

Wang Manmeng said: "I can't tell the specific reason, that's what I think."

Cui Dongshan asked: "Then what do you think of my husband, are you the same person as you?"

Wang Manmeng said helplessly: "Is it possible?"

Cui Dongshan remained silent, the charcoal fire shining brightly on his handsome face, and he flipped his palm over the fire gently, palm facing up.

Wang Manmeng asked: "How did you know that I once had a genealogical identity?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Because you are like a half-hanged ghost, you can't untie the rope around your neck, you can't touch the beams of the house, you can't step on the ground with your hands, you can't die, and you can't survive. pitful."

Wang Manmeng smiled and said: "Why is it pitiful? Why do I not feel pitiful myself."

Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands and said: "The pitiful who has no energy to complain about themselves is pitiful, helpless, nothing, what else, that's it."

Wang Manmeng silently followed that white-clothed boy, bowed his head and approached the brazier, rubbing his hands to keep warm.

Some books are too bitter to read.

Wang Manmeng was born in a small country in the north of Tongyezhou. The suzerain was the giant Yu dynasty. It was once a well-deserved power in the north of Tongyezhou. Now Zuo is restored. Although it hurts his vitality, he is still a lean camel bigger than a horse. .

Her mentor was an inexperienced mountain sect in Tongyezhou. The other side sects weren’t counted as bad ones. They said they were crooked sects. They didn’t feel wronged at all. They were just wearing a glamorous coat in the vassal territory of the Yu dynasty. It can also be a domineering blessing, and many seniors and sisters of the same generation are the wives and concubines of the ministers of a country. In addition to being an old **** in the Dragon Gate Realm, there is also an old Jindan ancestor who has been in retreat for many years sitting on the mountain gate, so when she first went up the mountain, she was looking forward to it, and she was full of pride.

But most of her sect was female cultivators, taught by senior teachers, except for magic tricks. There are not many serious books, but there are a lot of **** pictures.

Many girls who obviously don't have the qualifications to practice cultivation will accept them as long as they have good looks and are the embryos of beautiful women.

It is said that the real backer of his family is the Qingzhuan sect who is the leader of the immortal family on the mountain in the Yu dynasty. One of the people who manages money is a woman named Miaoyu. It is also said that she is the high head of the Qingzhuan sect. Half a Taoist couple, there is no status, Miaoyu holds the financial power, not worse than the household book of the Yu dynasty.

Some people, after going through ups and downs, can always turn back and forth.

However, some lives are like a boat stranded, and the outline of the waterway is like a line.

It seems that if you do too many mistakes, you can only break the jar. Just like what the white-clothed boy said in front of him, it was nothing more than "just like this".

She once stood side by side with a few fellow seniors and sisters, and a group of female cultivators from other immortal residences, standing side by side in a celestial mansion at the ferry crossing of the immortal family. The children of the patriarchal clan, pointed at them, it was the fairy who slept, the female nun on the mountain.

She was already numb to this.

As long as you are in the cave realm, you can escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

But until the earth-shattering change that caused a continent to sink into the land, Wang Manmeng never entered the cave realm. She was different from those Shimen ancestors who were in a panic like a bereaved dog. She felt nothing, and even a little bit relaxed. If he didn't want to follow his fellow students to hide in the Qingzhu School asylum, he found an opportunity and left. Wherever she can be taken care of, they are all busy giving honor to the dignitaries of the Yu dynasty, climbing onto the bed of the wealthy patriarch and the children of the family. On that escape road, the reputation of the martial art can be regarded as a complete rotten street, anyway, until the catastrophe. At the moment, Wang Manmeng realized that there was actually no Golden Core Patriarch in his own school.

In Wang Manmeng's view, as a woman, the real way to live is probably a woman like Huang Ting of Taiping Mountain.

There is also Yao Jinzhi, the female emperor of the Daquan Dynasty, who is not bad, can usurp the throne and become emperor herself.

Cui Dongshan looked at her and smiled: "Do you want to see Huang Ting and Yao Jinzhi with your own eyes in the future, and take a closer look at how they live?"

Wang Manmeng returned to his senses, and was shocked, his face pale and trembling: "How do you know what I think?!"

Obviously, it evoked the biggest haze in the woman's heart. These "profound family-learned" genealogical monks played with people's hearts and abused people's methods, which really made her feel lingering.

Furthermore, a monk who can listen to the hearts of others must be the legendary earth fairy who has started.

Cui Dongshan said: "You actually also know that the genealogical monks on the mountain are not all malicious and wolf-hearted people. They are just the same as Hong Chou. If you lose your bet twice, you won't dare to bet the third time. Your first time is small. Gambling is to bet on your own preacher, you will not die and lose the gambling. The second time is to bet on your own mind, means, and status as a female cultivator. Temporarily bet on compromises, endure humiliation, and live your life. I believe there will always be something to improve the situation. One day, the result was still lost, and there was no hope of hope, so I had to confess my fate."

Cui Dongshan moved his sleeves with both hands, "There are some things, on the husband's side, I absolutely dare not say anything, on your side, there is no taboo."

Cui Dongshan pointed to the heavy snow outside, "Since ancient times, it has been snowy in the middle of winter, and half a rich man will not die from freezing, but the catastrophe of the emperor, generals, dignitaries, and genealogists in the past few years is not the same, good people. The bad guys, the rich and the poor, have all suffered, but at least they have frozen to death many people who deserve to die a long time ago, but in our opinion, the wicked do not pay back for the "day does not accept"."

"That's right, there are still many people. In the eyes of San Xiu Wang Manmeng, they died after enjoying their blessings. They have committed sins in the sun in this life. Even if they die, no matter how they die, they don’t seem to suffer. So you still I feel a little bit aggrieved and not happy enough."

"Don't worry too much. When you get to the bottom, they will be unsatisfied every day. Repaying debts has always been unhappy."

Wang Manmeng pursed his lips.

A person who puts indifferent on his face every day may be the one who really matters.

Just like Wang Manmeng admired the Taiping Mountain sincerely, so he traveled there, and he didn't dare to go to the gate of the Taiping Mountain.

She seemed to have glanced at the three words "Taipingshan" on the archway of the mountain gate, which was a kind of blasphemy against the Taiping Mountain.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I am not familiar with Taiping Mountain, but my husband, and the new mountain owner Huang Ting, are very good friends. Of course, don't get me wrong. It's not the kind of relationship between men and women you think. Alas, you really have to change in the future. , Don’t put the world on men’s and women’s affairs. Now my husband is still dedicated to the Taiping Mountain, so if you are willing to go to the Taiping Mountain for practice, I can ask your husband to introduce him to Huang Ting. Don’t worry, I’m my husband’s proud student. , And my gentleman, as long as he nodded and agreed, there was nothing he couldn't do."

Wang Manmeng was almost driven mad by this white-clothed boy, his face was exhausted, and he felt powerless: "Cui Dongshan, what are you thinking and how are you thinking?"

She doesn't think that the other party is coveting beauty and wants to sleep with her? As far as the appearance of this "boy" is concerned, it's hard to tell who sleeps.

Cui Dongshan flipped his palm again and laughed at himself: "I really have been thinking about why and how we think. These two questions have puzzled us for many years."

Once at the Yang's shop, Cui Yang had an open and honest conversation with the old man who was once called "Grandpa Yang" by his husband.

Old man Yang asked what was going on with the incident, and it happened that it happened to be the question Wang Manmeng asked by mistake tonight.

At the beginning, Cui Yang's spirit and soul were separated, and he was divided into two. Cui Yang watched Cui Dongshan’s thoughts, one

Within the sky, there are at least two thoughts, and at most 70,000. In contrast, Cui Dongshan looked at Cui Yang, with at least three thoughts and a maximum of 80,000. "Two people" have their own advantages and disadvantages.

It is important to know that this kind of "mindfulness" is not what Taoists call leaving the country to sit and forget, nor is it the Buddhist meditation practice. Otherwise, it will not be difficult to practice the retreat of the qi practitioner, the mind will be immersed, and the concentration of the mind will not be difficult.

As for ordinary masters, if you mistakenly think that you are sleeping, you can lose your thoughts, which is totally absurd.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Sleep to sleep is to sleep and sleep, and sleep is the body of the body. This kind of rest is a kind of rest of the seven souls of the three souls and seven souls. It’s just that many people remember many vague dreams after waking up, and some people mistakenly think that they are dreamless. Just like many people have the feeling of falling off a cliff in their dreams, it is actually a kind of slight assimilation. The fundamental reason for being the head of all spirits lies in the fact that there is a dream. Compared with the monks of the monster race, this is a kind of innate enlightenment that is “dreamed of”. Tough real bodies are not only their support for survival on the earth, but also not a kind of solid cage."

Cui Dongshan has plans. In the future, nine direct disciples, such as the level of the porcelain, thank you, Hu Chuling, and Jiang for them. Cui Dongshan will be divided into different categories, teach students in accordance with their aptitude, teach them all, carefully cultivate them, and be extremely patient.

Cui Dongshan will collect nine more disciples who are only nominally direct disciples. This kind of disciples is very casual. It only depends on the relationship and mood. Of course it can be Qianhou, or the 80-year-old in front of him. It is Wang Manmeng of the Dongfu realm cultivation base, or even the six realm martial artist Hong Chou who is nearly half a hundred years old. Relatively speaking, Hong Chou’s martial arts qualifications are not too bad, but he has not met the Master’s guidance, otherwise he will not be ranked among the seven realms. Difficult, after all, any golden martial artist in the world, regardless of whether it is paper or bamboo sticks, can be involved with martial arts.

Wang Manmeng couldn't understand what the other party was saying. She suddenly asked a weird question that seemed to be off topic, "So many dead people, can you really manage it?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "It can be managed, and there is almost nothing wrong with it."

Wang Manmeng shook his head, obviously not convinced, "Is there hundreds of thousands, millions of people, subordinates, subordinates, and ghosts?"

Just like the City God Temple, within a country, from the capital city **** to the three-level city gods of prefectures, counties, and counties, together, how many are there?

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The main function of the temples in various cities is to receive the main purpose. It is only the first trial. It is more to record the merits and demerits, similar to the households of the Yangjian yamen in charge of the scales. As for the capital, there are all kinds of ghosts. The amount of difference, even if some temporary official positions are added, is a bit similar to the "walking" of Xinke Jinshi in various ministries in the Yangjian court. The total number is indeed quite large, but it is far from the exaggeration of a few million, and it is really not necessary to do so. Many, as for how it works, it’s simple and simple to say. One yamen is equivalent to the life of the Yangjian people, one year after another. It is complicated and very complicated. If you look carefully, the rules here are complicated and meticulous, roughly speaking. So, it is to use those fundamental, low-level, unshakable rules to support thousands of fine-defined rules. The former allows the latter to have a small swing. In this way, thanks to the main body and the clear context. Clear, so for thousands of years, there has always been orderly, rewards and punishments are distinct. Of course, there are some merits and demerits that really belong to the conclusion of the coffin. In the eyes of Yangjian people, there are still many things that are incomprehensible, Wang Manmeng, if you are If you are really interested in these things, you can ask Gu Qiu, he is now a candidate for the Zhou Chenghuang, and maybe in the future, Gu Qiu still hopes to enter the capital city Chenghuang Temple of the New Great Yuan Dynasty."

Wang Manmeng was skeptical, and asked, "How do you know these inside stories? From which unremarkable book on mystery?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Because I have been to Fengdu."

Fuxian City God, Zhou City God, Capital City God Temple, all levels of city gods, civil and military judges, various gods, plus the Niu Ma general, day and night tour god, and the shackle general, these are the permanent official positions of the city **** temple, just like the Qingliu official in the Yang court. Body, the rest are all subordinates and ghosts. The size of a Chenghuang Temple mainly depends on the number of governmental offices, with only three divisions and six divisions, and as many as the prefecture's city **** temple, as many as twelve divisions. The city **** temples in the capitals of various countries are either 24 divisions, such as the Daquan dynasty and the Yu dynasty, and there are even 36 divisions in the capital city **** temples.

In the Middle-earth Shenzhou Ganoderma dynasty, there is the world's first city's **** temple, with as many as sixty-two divisions.

The **** of the city, whose rank is the same as that of the Five Sacred Mountains of the Middle Earth and the King of the Four Seas, has the surname Zhou, the name Fangyu, Zhou Zhengzhizhou, and the square corner of the four corners.

Responsible for sitting in the Divine Continent of China, to protect the peace and tranquility of a continent. The four gods under his command were named Gan, Liu, Fan, and Xie.

Wang Man can't help but laugh, "Cui Lang speaks big words again."

Cui Dongshan laughed off.

If you say the same words, who doesn’t believe it?

Sure enough, you can't be too Aliang.

Cui Dongshan said abruptly: "Hong Chou shouldn't have taken away a grain of rain money from here."

Wang Manmeng tremblingly asked, "What about me?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "It's okay for you."

Wang Manmeng sighed faintly, would you like to remind Hong Chou tomorrow? Forget it, this immortal money, not surprisingly, will be the foundation of his future in the New Great Yuan Dynasty and the stepping stone to advancement in the officialdom. If she really spoke, she would probably only be scolded by Hong Chou. She wondered if she had a little white face. Maybe she was already in the opposite house right now, sulking, wondering if it was right. She and Cui Dongshan set up a partnership to defraud him of money.

Cui Dongshan glanced at Wang Manmeng and smiled: "By the way, what I call'take away' is very different from what you think."

Wang Manmeng covered his mouth and smiled, cast a charming white eye, and glanced back at Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan smiled and scolded: "Damn, what do you want, if you meet our old cook and brother Dafeng, if you meet, some chat, there must be a lot of chat!"

Wang Manmeng stretched his arms over his head with interlaced fingers.

"It's hard to be a good person. I have seen a bad person and want to learn how to behave, but it turns out that the bad is not going to be bad. This is a dilemma."

Cui Dongshan had said the truth, and then joked: "Good sister, less frowning and sighing, frowning and frowning are more, and a person is prone to suffering, so laugh more every day. Since Qingben is beautiful, why is the crest haggard? It doesn't make sense. "

Wang Manmeng said: "Cui Lang is very knowledgeable, but he is really not suitable for comforting people."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Indeed."

Cui Dongshan blinked, "Wang Manmeng, why don't we play a game?"

Wang Manmeng's heart tightened, his mouth was not forgiving, "Are the gods fighting?"

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "It's boring to talk like this."

If you dare to talk to my husband like this, you are truly brave!

Immediately, Cui Dongshan smiled and twisted out a small summer coin from his sleeve. He just won from Hong Chou's hand. "If you have money, at least one small summer coin is a free gift to your sister. The rules of the game are very simple. You don’t need anything. In other words, I just think about the people in the past and go through them in my mind. Don’t care about the identity of the other person. I’ve seen a few times. As long as I can think of it, it doesn’t matter no matter how vague my memory is. Hundreds of people can take away this little summer money. If there are more than 500 people, I will give you another one. After a thousand people, it will be another little summer money. How about? Is it a good business without capital and profit? If there are more than 3,000 people, not counting the previous ones, I can still give my sister a grain of rain money."

As he spoke, Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist, and two more blank chess pots appeared. After retracting his hand, he hovered in the air, showing with his eyes that Wang Manmeng could start work and earn money.

Wang Manmeng looked hesitantly on his face, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's that simple?"

Cui Dongshan turned a deaf ear, and was too lazy to talk. He just put his fingers together like a twist, and quickly condensed several snow-white chess pieces on his fingertips, and threw them into a chess pot one by one.

Obviously, when Wang Manmeng was silent, she couldn't help but think of a few "old people", and then they were "picked" by Cui Dongshan and turned into chess pieces.

There is an old **** who once had a guess that the Huawai Tianma inspired by Tianwaitian can not only be transformed into billions, but also be the only one.

So Cui Yang assumed that the source of the thoughts of all spiritual beings in the world is located in the same "pool."

All thoughts are just "sparks" jumping out of the water.

Wang Mang pondered for a moment, and he didn't feel that his own random thoughts could affect the current situation. If he could not really make three small sums of money in vain?

After that, there were more and more white pieces in the chess pot, but black pieces began to appear one after another, and Cui Dongshan was thrown into another chess pot.

Wang Manmeng no longer cares about how shocked, it doesn't matter. Today, I have seen too many weird things on Cui Dongshan's side. No wonder, just get used to it.

Because whenever she intermittently remembered an ambiguous figure, the chess piece condensed at the fingertips of the white-clothed boy would be a black one.

In the lobby, there is only the brazier at the feet of both parties, and occasionally there is the sound of cracking charcoal. The snow outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and the snow in the courtyard must be no more than an ankle.

Cui Dongshan sat cross-legged in a chair, Wang Manmeng began to think hard about those "passengers" on the road of life, there are several fate, there are those who pass by but accidentally remember the face because of a certain distinctive feature, there are years The elders in their hometown when they were young, may be shaking a puff fan to enjoy the cold, may be a rice picker with a thick cotton cloth stitched on their shoulders, or a young person of the same age who had not climbed the mountain, they often secretly looked at her...

There are more and more black and white chess pieces piled up in the two chess pots.

As Wang Manmeng's thoughts became more and more stagnant, Cui Dongshan leaned on the handle of the chair, rested his cheek with one hand, and stretched out one hand and kept hanging in the air.

Wang Manmeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and asked, "How many are there?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Three small summer coins are already in hand, that is, the extra Gu Yu money. It is a bit difficult to earn, and the amount difference is not small. Why don't you think about it?"

Wang Manmeng said helplessly: "I can't think of more people."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Hanging portraits and characters in books are also included."

Wang Manmeng seemed to be resuscitated, and he came up with hundreds of "portraits".

Cui Dongshan glanced at the chess pot and said: "You can add the names you have heard, the emperor generals, the monk's road number, it is all possible, of course, don't make up random names, just think of a name to fool me, otherwise you will It's time to lose a pawn."

Wang Manmeng began to rack his brains again to think about those who had heard of it.

The mountain monks in the world, the sages of the Confucian Temple, the ancestors of the great sect of Tongyezhou, and the ancestors of the great sect of Tongyezhou, the noble officials of the various countries under the mountain, the pure martial arts who are famous in all directions, and even the great monsters of the wild world...

Cui Dongshan smiled and shook his wrist quickly, throwing chess pieces into the chess pot.

This kind of gambling, you can't bet with your husband, you can't bet with the big sister, especially the big sister, it is estimated that he, the little brother, can cry directly.

Wang Manmeng was already sweating, a cave mansion monk was actually a little dizzy, and asked with a trembling voice: "Is it enough?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Enough, already enough."

Wang Manmeng was dumbfounded.

Cui Dongshan took out one Gu Yuqian and four Xiaoshuqian, and threw them to Wang Manmeng together, and said with a smile: "The extra Xiaoshuqian will be given to my sister."

Wang Manmeng leaned back in his chair, really exhausted.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Or else count the names of Dadu, Mountain, and Xianfu sects? As long as you make up a total of 8,000 chess pieces, I will give my sister another Gu Yuqian."

Wang Manmeng's face was pale, and he shook his head, "I can't think about it."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "A lot more tired than fighting with gods?"

Wang Manmeng wiped the sweat on his forehead, weakened, and barely squeezed out a smiling face, already unwilling to speak.

Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves, and both pots of chess pieces disappeared out of thin air.

Wang Manmeng earns a lot of money, and Cui Dongshan may not earn less. The content carried by these chess pieces will be useful in the future.

Speaking of sneaking into the hearts and minds of others, and carefully examining the memories of others, of course Cui Dongshan came here at his fingertips and was familiar with the road, but he was not as active as Wang Manmeng.

Cui Dongshan moved his sleeves with both hands, "Wang Manmeng, I have to read more in the future. It may be converted into real money when it is uncertain."

Wang Manmeng opened her palms and stared at the five immortal coins. She raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice: "Cui Dongshan, you are a cultivator of genealogy, right?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "I said it a long time ago, I am the lord of a sect."

In fact, the little summer money Cui Dongshan gave more was just because Wang Manmeng accidentally mentioned his husband, who was a student, so happy and very happy.

Wang Manmeng clenched his hand and asked, "You won't want to go back?"

Cui Dongshan gasped, good question!

Cui Dongshan wouldn't mind taking it all back if it wasn't for her husband to be nearby.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Quickly put it away, I regret it."

Wang Manmeng murmured, "Tonight is like a dream."

Cui Dongshan turned around and leaned on the handle of the chair, looking at the heavy snow outside the house, and said softly: "A person, if you don't even dare to dream, it will be so bitter. The flowers in the past are like snow, and the snow is like flowers now, and the beautiful scenery is not empty. How to settle the infinite mind. Maybe we all have the love-like embarrassment with this world, the anger at each other like the enemies, the deaf and the blind like talking to themselves, the person with nothing to say and the person who cannot be said, Looking at each other, speechless."

Wang Manmeng was silent when he heard this.

Cui Dongshan was silent for a moment, turned his head, and complained: "Hey, I don't know how to cheer or applaud, even if you nod your head, you don't want to cheer at all."

Just as Wang Manmeng wanted to say something to his heart, Cui Dongshan had already craned his neck and looked out, he said, "The crowd is full of talents. Is it so lively?"

Standing up quickly, Cui Dongshan snapped his snow-white sleeves and said, "Sister, let's go, call Qian Hou'er, and copy the guys together! Do your job, block the way and rob!"

Wang Manmeng had to swallow the words from the bottom of his heart, and said helplessly: "It's Qian Hou'er, who has never done such an activity."

"I haven't done it before, what does it matter."

Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, "I will follow Dongshan and eat nine meals a day!"

Wang Manmeng stood up and suddenly said, "Cui Dongshan, I think of a poem."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Is it Mr. Cheng Zhai's "Favorite Dongshan Sunny After Snow"?"

Wang Manmeng looked helpless.

On his side, she seemed to be wearing no clothes.

Cui Dongshan hugged the back of his head with his hands and walked slowly outside the house, "Good poetry, good poetry, I love Dongshan clear snow, and Dongshan loves clear snow."

Wang Manmeng followed behind the boy in white. Cui Dongshan jumped out of the house with his feet close together, and asked casually: "Wang Manmeng, is there such a custom in your hometown? Get up in the morning and comb your hair one or two hundred times?"

Wang Manmeng shook his head and said, "No."

Cui Dongshan tut and said, "Thank you."

Suddenly he shouted, "Qian Hou'er, don't look at those **** pictures that you turned over! What's the point?"

Qian Hou'er quickly ran out of his house, and said with a face: "Where is there, there is nothing."

Cui Dongshan lifted his chin towards the inside of the house. Qian Hou'er was stunned for a moment. He quickly understood, grinned, and went to the brazier to pull the charcoal ash to cover the charcoal fire.

Wang Manmeng turned his head and looked at the skinny monkey man squatting by the brazier. For some reason, he suddenly felt that he was pitiful and respectable. She shook her head and laughed, just a little ugly.

Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand to pick up the snowflakes, and then let Wang Manmeng call the others in the house. The famous name was that there were so many people and he could be bold.

Wang Manmeng walked in the snow, Qian Hou squatted by the brazier.

Cui Dongshan stood on the steps.

Just now, Cui Dongshan seemed to have gotten another key to open the door, and he remembered some of the past that he had been banned, which had something to do with him, or that bastard.

It's still in the tall building by the lake.

Cui Yang asked him.

Can he be like Qi Jingchun if he is to study and cultivate himself? Is it possible to establish a religion and become an ancestor?

Sword practice, within a hundred years, the speed of breaking through the border, the high level of swordsmanship, can you learn it?

How long will it take him to practice martial arts and boxing before he can barely catch up with Jun Qian?

Cui Dongshan was lying on the ground, and Cui Yang gave the answer.

Not surprisingly, everyone looked like a little bit, and the result was a four-different look when it was dead.

I just want him to completely fail Qi Jingchun and die early.

Cui Dongshan asked him, is this the only way to go?

Cui Yang didn't even bother to answer this question.

In fact, Cui Dongshan knew very well that otherwise, it would be too late.

Under the protection of the old talent and fellow seniors in Wensheng’s line, Mr. Li could travel the world slowly as a Haoran Confucian student. He had no time to meet the magnificent mountains and rivers of the ages, and the strange and strange people, and gradually perfect the many truths in his heart. The straw-shoe youth grows up slowly. With a golden guts, a book of sages, a book of truth, to refine the natal character, with two flying swords in the first fifteenth day of the fifteenth year, great refining is the destiny, both swordsmanship and martial arts. Cultivation, step by step, ascend gradually, consolidate the golden pill, land gods, go to the five realms, ascend realms, prove the way...

So Cui Dongshan at the time asked the last question.

Are you afraid that he will become the second Yu Dou?

Cui Yang was silent for the first time without giving an answer. Probably judging from the situation at the time, it may be too early to say yes or no, and whether yes or no is good or bad.

Because of Yu Dou's rampage with four close friends in the past, two of them happened to be killed by Yu Dou.

That is to say, Yu Dou once walked through a questioning situation like Shujianhu, and only needed to walk once, then walk again, and countless times afterwards, the result was actually the same.

Among the ten candidates selected by Qingming Tianxia, ​​there is an ascending woman Sword Immortal, Baolin. She is most famous for moving the world, not realm, not pure sword repair status, but she has asked Jian Bai Yujing several times. The second head teacher, the Yu Dou who is called "True Invincible".

The reason why Baolin and Yu Dou asked Jian was well known in the world, because she was one of the four at the time, and her Taoist companion was killed by Yu Dou himself.

Therefore, for the first time Baolin asked Yu Dou to ask the sword, the reason was that in the entire world, anyone could kill him, but only you, Yu Dou, couldn't do it!

Therefore, even Sun Daochang of Xuan Du Temple, when talking about Yu Dou's selfishness, has to admit that Yu Dou is selfless. In this matter, there is no doubt that he can't criticize him.

In the Qingming world, all those who are prohibited, regardless of their status, state, or cause, who can kill or not, will die without exception.

And the number of Taoist officials, monks and ordinary people who died in this way, for thousands of years, in the fourteen states of the Qingming world, how many tens of thousands? Still hundreds of thousands? Is there a million, or even millions? No one goes to specific statistics. Because in the face of Yu Dou, all this is meaningless and useless.

This is not a question of right or wrong, it is just a question of people's minds.

Those who died, all the living people around them, how they once thought and felt, in the eyes of history, they are not all question marks, they are all full periods. In the history books that cherish words like gold, there is no text content. The dead, and the living people around the dead at the time, they are like those blank spaces between words. All the flippers in the world, who Will you pay attention to the white space on the top of the page?

So Cui Yang is betting.

Bet Chen Pingan will not be the second Yu Dou.

Cui Dongshan stretched out a palm, chanting something, as if he was slapped in the face, repeatedly chanting an old bastard.

Protecting the road, protecting the road, is the best way to protect the road, embroidering tigers, embroidering tigers, and having the ability to live a few more years, go to the Qingming world to be majestic and prestigious.

Suddenly, Cui Dongshan slapped a spirit, quickly closed his hand, and quickly reached out to put his hand to the center of his eyebrows, because there was no reason to think.

In fact, it's just a word, Chang Gung.

Cui Dongshan frowned, hands in his sleeves, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't make an inference.

Chang Gung? The name of the stars is very clear to anyone who has read a few books. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "East has Qiming, and West has Chang Geng". There is a saying in "Book of the Heavenly Officials" that the ancient star Chang Geng is like a horse covering the sky. Seeing this star will lead you up.

If it is a world, Chang Gung is always bright. Three hundred years, five hundred years of mourning in the world?

Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand and scratched his face while learning from millet grains.

The previous husband returned to Xiandu Mountain from the town demon building, saying that he had thought of a pseudonym that would go to Qingming Tianxia in the future, called Chenjiu.

But the husband also said that there seemed to be a better pseudonym, but he had forgotten it.