The heart of the Dan Heart Hall is brightly lit.

The teacher left and went, and the ink burned with Xue Meng into the temple, and saw the scene inside the temple, suddenly clear to the chest.

It turned out to be the nine sons of the nine.

He stole some of his silver before he left. He was courageous and actually found the shackles of life and death.

Rong Jiu squatted in the arms of a man who was a tall man, crying so badly that the pear blossoms with rain, when the ink burned and Xue Meng entered the temple, his crying was even higher than the three tune, it seems that the man is not Looking at him, he was afraid that he would sneak into the mouth of the court.

On the stage, behind the bead curtain, a delicate woman sat there, and she seemed a little overwhelmed.

The ink burned without looking at the pair of dogs and men, and first married the woman in the temple: "Aunt, I am back."

That woman is the lord of death and death, Mrs. Wang.

Unlike the female heroes who don’t want to be eyebrows, she is a woman who doesn’t know what to do with the window. Her husband is not there, and others don’t know what to do. She said, “A burning, you can come It is."

The ink burned and did not see the two complaints in the temple, and smiled: "So late, my aunt is still not sleeping, something to find me?"

"Well. Look, this Rong Gongzi said to you... Did you take his silver two?"

She has a thin face and is embarrassed to say that the ink burns people, and she has to avoid it.

The ink burned and blinked: "What, I don't lack silver, what do they do? What's more, these two are squatting, do I know you?"

The man of Gao Manda sneered: "The surname of the monk is often, and he is the leader in the family. The merchants are not in the bar, so I am always good."

The ink burned a little smile, but it was necessary to turn Changda upside down: "It turned out to be a big man, long-awaited and long-lost, and disrespectful and disrespectful. Then this other is..."

Dachang Gongzi said: "Oh, Mo Gongzi will really be crazy and sell silly. You and I are really seeing you, but you have been sleeping in the nine children’s room for 15 days this 30 days. Are you stunned? Will you know him?"

The ink-burning face is not red-hearted and does not jump. I smiled and looked at Rong Jiuyi’s eyes: "Why, you are me, I am a serious person, but I have never slept in anything about children."

Rong Jiu was irritated and blushing. He was still in the arms of his surname. The pears were raining: "Ink, ink son, I know that my identity is humble, I can’t be on the table. If you don’t bully me too much, I, I don’t. I will come to the door, but if you turn your face like this, you will not recognize people, I...I..."

The smoldering swearing said: "I really don't know you. I don't even know if you are a man or a woman. How can you see it?"

"You took care of my business last night, how can it be so cool? Chang Gongzi, Chang Gongzi, you have to be the master of me." Then he went deeper into the arms of the surname Chang, and he cried into tears.

Xue Meng was stunned by the side, and his eyebrows were twitching. It seems that if he was not bound by the cultivation of the young master, he had already taken the greasy dog ​​male and female chasing down the mountain.

Da Changgong touched the head of Rong Jiu, and softly comforted a few words. He looked up and said: "Mrs. Wang, the sorrow of death is a sect of the righteous, but this ink son is despicable! Nine children earn hard money, Only for the early redemption of himself, he is good, not only ill-treatment of nine children, but also robbed his blood and sweat, if the nobles today do not give us a satisfactory explanation, although my hometown does not cultivate immortals, but the generations of business, wealth can pass the sky It will definitely make you feel bad in the Bab!"

Mrs. Wang panicked: "Ah... Chang Gongzi don't be angry, me, me..."

The ink burned in the heart and sneered, the salt merchant Chang's rich oil, this big Changzi can not even give Rong Jiu redemption, but also his family to make their own money, to say that there is no greasy, who believes.

But still smiled and said: "Ah, the original big brother is actually the son of the rich businessman of Yizhou, and it is really good atmosphere. See, admire, admire."

Da Changgong’s face is arrogant: "Hey, you still know that some heavens are thick and thick. If you do, you will quickly recognize each other and save yourself from being unhappy. If you take something of nine children, don't you come back?"

The ink burned and laughed: "It's weird, your family's nine children pick up so many customers every day, how can you not lose the baby, and you alone depends on me?"

"You!" Dachang Gongzi bit his teeth and sneered. "Well, I know you will be arguing! Madame Wang, you also saw it. The ink son is not reasonable, and he refuses to accept it. I will not tell him." You are a master, it’s up to you to make a decision!"

Mrs. Wang is a woman who is not worthy of the world. At this time, she is so nervous that she is incoherent: "I... Ah Burning... Menger..."

Xue Meng stood next to him and saw his mother's embarrassment. He stood up and said: "Changgongzi, the discipline of life and death is strict. If you say it is true, if the ink burns really violates the greed and obscenity, we will severely punish it. But you said nothing, you said that there is evidence to smack theft?"

Da Changgong sneered and said: "I know that the faction will have such a come out, so I quickly wrestle and deliberately come to the front of Mrs. Wang before the ink comes back."

He cleared his throat and said: "You listened well. Nine children lost two pearls, ten yuan ingots, a pair of plum blossoms, a pair of jade buckles, and a jade butterfly pendant. Just check You can have these things on your body, and you know if I am jealous of him."

The ink burns out: "Why are you searching for me?"

"Hey, I think you are a guilty conscience." Dachang Gongzi lifted his chin proudly. "Mrs. Wang, stealing and sinning, how to punish after death."

Mrs. Wang whispered: "This...the sect of the sect, has always been a coward, I really... don't know..."

"No, no, I don’t know Mrs. Wang, but I have a heart, and I want to protect my order. Oh, I don’t think that this life is so dirty and dirty."

"I have done it. My aunt has said that she doesn't know how to be the master. You bully a woman, but it's not finished yet?" The ink burned finally impatient, interrupted his words, and always laughed at hippie smiles. The appearance took a few points and stared at the pair of dogs and men.

"Well, I will search for you, but if you can't find it, you are full of swear words, what should I do?"

"Then I immediately apologize to Mo Gongzi."

"Yes." The ink burned very painfully. "But there is one point. If you are wrong, apologize, you have to climb down to death."

Da Changgong saw a full confidence in the appearance of ink, and could not help but be suspicious.

He has envied the people who cultivated immortals since he was a child, but his talent is too bad to be led.

A few days ago, he heard that the old man, Rong Rongji, had a smoldering love. The two agreed that as long as Rongji looked for an opportunity to take the ink-burning repair, the big Changzi gave Rongji a redemption, not only the redemption, but also Take Rong Ji into the house and keep him rich and worry-free.

Da Changgong seeks immortality, Rong Jiu seeks fortune, and the two are savage, and they hit it off.

In the last generation, they burned their traitors. Although they settled down, they also suffered a lot. In this life, the two men stealing chickens are not eclipsed, this ink does not know why suddenly turned the temper, a few days ago, still drunk and dreamed to lie in the gentle township, nine children, nine children short. This morning, after I took Rong Jiu’s two exercises, I actually rolled up the home of Rong Jiu as a soft road.

Da Changgong is called a mad singer, when the drop of the nine to come to death.

The trading abacus of the salt merchant’s son was screaming, and he figured out that once the ink was caught, the lady’s wife was forced to disperse the ink. To this end, he specially brought a piece of jade that was absorbed and repaired, and prepared to take some cheap back and integrate into his own sea of ​​air.

But watching the ink burns like this, the big Changzi has come to the head and hesitates.

The ink burns and slips, and you may have sold it for a while, waiting for yourself.

However, after thinking about it, things have already arrived at this point. It is a pity to give up at this time. Maybe this is a bluff of this kid...

There is still a lot of pain in the mind, and the ink has begun to undress.

He took the robe apart and casually, and then smiled and made a gesture of asking: "You are welcome, slowly search."

After some tossing down, except for some broken silver, nothing was touched, and the face of the big Changzi changed.

"How is it possible!! You must be deceiving!"

The ink burned in the black and covered some purple scorpions, touched his chin and said: "You have touched the robe for ten times. I have touched you seven or eight times, and I will give you a light." You still don't give up?"

"Ink burn, you -"

The ink burned suddenly realized: "Oh, understand, big boy, you should not be coveted by my beauty, deliberately played this play, run to lick me oil, take advantage of me?"

Da Changgong was so dizzy, pointing to the burning nose, and couldn’t say a word for a long time, his face was red. Xue Meng on the side has long tolerated his head. Although he can't understand the smoldering of ink, he can't help others to humiliate.

Xue Meng unceremoniously stepped forward, raised his hand and folded the fingers of Da Changgong, and said with anger: "With your half-sitting, it turned out to be nothing to find!"

Da Changgong’s painful yelling, holding his finger: “You, you are good! You are a group! No wonder those things can’t be found in the ink, you must have hidden it for you! You I also took off my clothes, I searched you!"

Some people dare to order him to dress? ! Xueman suddenly became angry and angered: "Don't shave! Just your dog's paw, also with the clothes of the son's clothes? Not fast!"

The younger masters spoke, and the waiters who had endured for a long time in the Danxin Temple immediately swarmed and rushed the two mortals who had no power to fight back.

The anger of Dachang’s son came from far away: “The ink burns, you give me waiting! I will definitely not finish with you!”

The ink-burning station stood outside the Danxin Hall, looking at the distant night, squinting and sighing, "I am so scared."

Xue Meng gave him a cold look: "What are you afraid of?"

The ink burned heartily and sadly: "He sells salt at home, I am afraid that there is no salt to eat."

"........."

Xue Meng was silent for a moment and asked: "You really have nothing?"

"Not really."

"Is it really stolen?"

"Not really."

Xue Meng snorted: "I don't believe you."

The ink burned his hand and smiled: "If you lie, let me play five thunders."

Xue Meng suddenly raised his hand and held his arm in his ink. The ink burned him: "What are you doing?" Xue Meng snorted and quickly read a curse, only to hear the curse. Broken, a few inconspicuous soy-sized beads slipped out of the burnt cuffs and fell to the ground.

Xue Meng’s palm filled with spiritual power and waved toward those beads. The beads sparkled and became bigger and bigger, and finally became a pile of jewellery, plum armbands, jade earrings, and golden light.

Ink burning: "...is all the same door, why bother."

Xue Meng's face is gloomy: "Ink rain, you don't want to face."

"Haha."

Xue Meng angered: "Who laughs with you!"

The ink sighed and sighed: "Then I can't cry too."

Xue Meng blackened his face and said, "The darkness of the dead life, Chen Cangshu, you use it like this?"

"Well, let's learn and use it."

Xue Meng was angry: "The dog that sells salt is annoying, so it is only in front of him. I don't want to judge you well. But the dog has something to say right. If you have committed theft, pornography, and disorder, Which martial art is enough for you to drink a pot!"

The ink burned and was not afraid. He smiled and said, "What are you going to do? Wait for the uncle to come back and complain to him?"

He is not afraid of it, his uncle wants to succumb to his death, to say a few words at the top, where he is willing to beat him.

Xue Meng turned around and smashed the broken hair that was blown to the front by the night wind. A pair of eyes flashed with arrogance in the darkness.

"Oh? No, I went to Kunlun, I am afraid I will be back in a month or two."

The ink burned a smile, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition. He suddenly thought of a person.

but--

If he is, it should be him to receive the Chang Gongzi in the Danxin Hall tonight, instead of asking Mrs. Wang, who does not know.

That person... should not be...

Xue Meng saw the flicker in his eyes, and the contemptuous arrogance was more obvious.

"Hey, it hurts you, but, is this life and death, don't you have someone who doesn't hurt you?"

The ink burned back a few steps, and laughed hard: "Xiandi, you look so late, let's not bother him. The old man is quiet. I know it is wrong. I won’t steal it next time. It’s not enough. What? Let's go back to the room to rest, hey, I will give you tired."

Speaking of pulling the legs and slipping.

joke! Xue Meng is also a boy who is poisoned!

I am not a stepper now, not a human being, how can I be sent to that person? If you let him know that he has stolen something, he still stunned him, and he is expected to interrupt his two legs! Don't run at this time, wait for it!

The author has something to say: Why does Da Changgong have no brain?

Because of the brain full of large intestines (╯▽╰)╭

The next chapter is the teacher’s appearance.