Cold did not collide with the ink, Xue Meng stunned, this is still the first time the two people face after the ink is burned.

Thinking of Xue Meng’s return to himself in front of everyone, the ink could not help but reveal a smile to him, but Xue Meng was shocked by this smile, showing a disgusting expression, and said, “What are you doing? Look at what! What's so good! Smile! What's funny!"

"...I will say h.e.l.lo to you."

"nausea!"

Ink burning: "..."

He came here and interrupted the words of ink burning. The teacher sneaked thoughtfully for a while, but did not ask for more. Instead, he smiled and smiled at Xue Xue: "There are few masters, who is provoking you?"

"Who else can there? Who else can be!! Smelly shameless! Oh shameless! Wretched and mean, shameless!"

Ink sighed: "Not enough rhymes."

"You control me! You have the ability to come!"

"I didn't have the skills, not a cultural person." The ink burned and laughed. "Let's say, who has provoked you?"

The teacher smiled and said: "I guess it is a master."

"What **** master! Beast! Dengzizi! He is so casual, how can he not get sick with flowers?! My mother is willing to spend ten years of life wis.h.i.+ng him a sore on his head, pus under his feet, rotten nose and rotten eyes. I can't help him, this shameless, stinking, shameless..."

Ink burning: "........."

Seeing that Xue Meng was going to be in an endless loop of incessant, the teacher rushed to stop him and pointed at the back and shouted: "Hey, look, the ladies who love the masters are coming -"

"Scared!" Xue Meng was shocked. The face of the arrogant arrogance actually appeared a bit stunned. He whispered a sigh of "□ □ dirty", and he even smashed his head and did not return to the ground. At the end, I still have to say something in a face: "I think of something else to do, take the first step!"

The smoldering watched him sneak out of the smoke and screamed, "Wow, ah, this master, can actually make him afraid of this."

s.h.i.+ Yan smiled and said: "From the day before yesterday he accidentally b.u.mped into the restaurant in the restaurant and started some conflicts. He came back like this, and he met the nemesis."

"I admire and admire, I have to have a chance to see it." Although he said this on his mouth, there is probably a few accounts in his heart, which can make Xue Meng hide like this. Presumably this "master" is his guess. That person is right.

But at this time, it was not when Xuemeng was busy. In the drinking hall, Xue Zhengxuan and He has already arrived. They are talking with the owner of Taohuayuan, Yumin’s singer, about the 18th murder case.

Yumin is close to the fairy body, surrounded by Yingying Lingguang. Although she looks like a girl with a cardamom, G.o.d knows how old she is.

She is slowly talking to Xue Zhengxuan about the cause of the matter, and she walked in to a nearby waiter, whispering: "On the fairy, people brought it."

"Please come in."

The ink burned along with the division and entered the warming room. After looking around, I saw Xue Zhengyi shaking the famous literati fan and talking with people. He immediately shouted: "Uncle!"

"Child, child." Xue Zhengyi turned his head and his eyes lit up. He greeted him and patted him on the shoulder. "Come, sit down next to his uncle..."

"People are not killing me..."

"Of course it won't be you, of course it won't be you." Xue Zhengyi sighed again and again. "I don't know how to give birth to a misunderstanding. I just said it to me. I came here, I want to prove that you are innocent. Hey, see you poorly, look at your face."

He pulled the ink, and the feathers did not stop the fairy, only faintly glaring at the two.

The elders burned and greeted the elders, and immediately sat next to Xue Zhengxuan. But what makes the ink burnt strange is that he didn't immediately notice that his apprentice, Xia s.h.i.+, was not in the air, only naturally and nodded with ink.

On the contrary, Yumin Shangxian asked: "Hey? Another child? That name is Xia."

"Ah, yeah." Hey, this is the time to come back, "...What about my apprentice?"

When I saw that he was not satisfied with Xia Si, he was dissatisfied and said: "My younger brother is still in Dharma. He asked me to say h.e.l.lo to him on his behalf."

"This way." He nodded. "How can he not come?"

There is no good air in the ink: "cooking."

"..."

Xue Zheng stunned a bit, haha ​​smiled: "It is more important to cook than to clarify yourself?"

He also said, "I am really arrogant, I will go to marry him after the meeting."

"No, we have to eat after it has been scattered." Mo-burn said, "How do you want to judge, and quickly review it."

Xue Zhengyi said: "On the immortal, we followed the words of the party. You see this, there is another elder in this house. Before I came here, I specially asked him to refine several red pills."

"Xiazi Pills?" Shangxian heard a slight glimpse of the words, dyed the fingers of the cardamom Danxia and tapped his lips. "Is that the Dan Pill that allows the mortal to spit out the truth?"

"exactly."

Shang Xian was slightly surprised: "The material required for this Dan is complicated and extremely difficult to refine. It is in my peach blossom source that it takes less than half a month to make this Dan. I don’t think there is such a drug in the door of Xianjun. How can I not take him? Come together?"

"His temper is lonely, and he doesn't like to walk with people." Xue Zheng said, "Dan medicine has been refining, and pigeons can be sent to Peach Blossoms within 10 days. When you go to Xian, you can use the efficacy of the drug. Give the little ones the truth, and the truth will be white."

"..." On the first thought of Xian Si, the first time, "this law is feasible."

Xue Zhengyi sighed and smiled. "In that case, I will go to the prison and pick up another disciple."

"Slow."

"what happened?"

Shang Xiandao: "Before the matter was not identified, the ink rain and the Xia s.h.i.+ reversed the suspicion. Even if there is a sovereign guarantee, this seat can not let him free."

Xue Zhengyi heard the words, and the slamming sound was combined with a folding fan. Although his face was smiling, his eyes were cold. "There is something wrong with Shangxian doing things like this."

Yumin Shangxian raised his eyes and a pair of red-red scorpions stared at him: "Shu Zunzhu is dissatisfied with the resolution of this seat?"

"Yeah, since the two men under my door have not been convicted, and I have a guardians.h.i.+p with the elders of the elders, it is justified that Shangxian will insist on holding them."

"I can't talk about it." On the cold, "I have not treated them badly, and the daily food has not been broken. It is only limited to the activities of the two of them. It is not excessive."

Xue Zhengyi is still laughing at this time, but it is already sneer.

"Not too much? As far as I know, the hole does not see the sun and the moon. It is the place where the prisoner is confined. It is really terrible to go to the upper lip and touch the lips."

Immediately next to the feather guards screamed: "Xue Zunzhu, please pay attention to words!"

"What's wrong, is there anything wrong with my words? I haven't insulted your family, and the things that are said are true, but they are less respectful and not too much."

The folks listened to Xue Zhengyi saying so, can not help but be more angry: "You -!"

A plain white jade hand extended and stopped him. Shang Xian raised his head and smiled at Xue Zhengxuan: "I have heard the rumors of the world. The Xue Zun, the singer of death and death, is a dagger. Although the mana is strong, the knowledge is slightly lacking, and it is even less fun to play. When I saw it today, I felt that the rumor had deceived myself. Xue Zunzhu, it makes sense."

Xue Zhengyi also smiled at her, but there was no smile in her eyes: "There is a rough person, and I don't mind the fairy."

The fisherman, the fairy, lifted his hand and took an orange. He peeled it off and handed it to Xue Zhengxuan: "Then you and I will take a step back. It is impossible for him to be free, but he will live in prison." It’s really not right. This seat immediately brings people out of the summer, the ink rain and the summer reversal in the Lingxiao Pavilion, that is the place to entertain guests. I just have to send someone to stare, can not let him two out Half step. How is this?"

Xue Zhengyi was silent for a few moments, raised his hand, and smothered in midair, eventually taking over the orange.

Although Lingxiaoge is a place of hospitality, Taohuayuan does not always have guests. Therefore, the pavilion has been deserted for a long time. Since Shang Xian was willing to let them move here first, Mo-burning plans to clean up the house first. Wait for the cleaning, and then go to pick up the night.

Xue Zhengxuan and He also had something to talk about. The ink burned under the stalks of several feather people, and went to Lingxiaoge together with s.h.i.+yi.

Lingxiaoge is located in the northwest of Taohuayuan. The outside is full of flowers, and the haze is like a brocade.

"Good place, so staying in this way is not wronged."

The teacher sighed: "How can you not be wronged? People are obviously not killed by you, but they are good people. Unfortunately, the master can't come. If he comes, use the day to ask for a trial, and there is no need for a red pill. The truth is It’s clear that it’s revealed.”

"Haha, the teacher thinks too simple. Heaven is a G.o.d, although there is a role in the truth, but the play does not work, all depends on whether the pract.i.tioner has a heart to interrogate. You think those birds will be willing to let my master Come to judge me? Will they believe?"

"...this is also true."

Seeing that the sun was coming, the ink burned and began to clean up the house, and the teacher helped me.

It is strange to say that when the ink burned the house, sat down and drank a little bit of tea, he suddenly realized that he was not stunned by being able to get along with his sister alone, and he did not give birth to any thoughts.

This cognition did not cause the ink to burn, and the tea almost did not spurt out.

s.h.i.+mei was shocked: "What happened?"

"No, nothing." The ink burned and waved again and again, but my heart was bitter.

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What happened to this recently? So pure and unwilling, shouldn’t...

The ink burns and scratches the head.

The teacher blinked.

The four eyes are opposite, the ink is grinning and grinning, and the pear vortex is very cute: "The peach blossoms outside look good, I will pick one for you."

The teacher said: "The gra.s.s is also affectionate, let them open on the branches."

"Well... you are right, then, don't pick it!"

Sitting for a while, the idea of ​​ink burning and hollowing out talked to him again, but found that there were fewer days to meet, and there was nothing to mention.

Raising his eyes, he suddenly saw the fine sweat that he had pulled out to help him manage the house. He couldn’t bear it, and took the piece from his arms and handed it to him.

"Scratch the sweat."

"..." The teacher glanced down and saw the ink-squeezing handkerchief, and couldn't help but smile, "Thank you."

Then he took the handkerchief and gently wiped his forehead.

Napa is soft and soft to the touch. It is an excellent silk weaving. After the teacher used it, he said: "I will take it back, wash it and return it to you."

"Good." The ink burned a stack of sounds. His welcoming to the teacher’s singer went deep into the bone marrow and became an instinct. "If you like it, you will not be able to."

s.h.i.+ Yan smiled and said: "That's not right, you see how good this pup is..." He said as he unfolded his handkerchief and prepared to smooth the pleats and re-stack.

However, the slender and tender fingers wiped the body that had just been unfolded, and the teacher shook it, and gently slammed it.

"what happened?"

The teacher paused and raised his eyes and smiled: "Is it really necessary to give this parch to me?"

"You like to take it. Mys is yours." The ink burned very generously.

The smile of the teacher’s eyes is faint: “By giving flowers to the Buddha, you are not afraid that the master knows to smoke you.”

“Hey?” This time it’s time for the ink to burn. “What is the use of flowers to offer Buddha? What does this have to do with the Master?”

"You see it yourself." There is something in the teacher's voice that can't tell the truth. "A big sea bream flower, when did the master give you his own parcel?"