Daily life in the courtyard

Wei Ping'an didn't know what Nilubair was thinking.

But it can be felt that Nilubair is trying hard to continue to build a relationship with Wei Ping'an.

On the occasion of parting, Nirubair shyly invited Wei Pingan to sit at her home.

She said she had a bottle of fine wine in her collection and wanted to taste it with the man she cherished.

cut.

Wei Ping'an doesn't believe this.

So he went along.

If not for anything else, he probably just wanted to expose her.

……

In the middle of the night, Wei Ping'an took a bath and jumped out of Nilubair's courtyard in the dark.

No matter how precious the wine is, it won't taste intoxicating even if you drink it while lying on the bed.

The smell of milk in my mouth is trying to kill me.

If it weren't for Wei Ping'an's spatial ability that can absorb all things, he really wouldn't dare to see Shirley Yang with this scent.

If Staff Officer Yang wants to have a late-night snack and orders a hot dog sausage or something, there is a high chance that he will be cheated on.

Nirubair, this sinister woman, is so cunning.

I need to be more careful in the future and be on guard against her.

She has to understand that greatness does not mean having great abilities and many tricks.

Humph.

Wei Pingan drove back to Panjiayuan.

Shirley Yang lives here on loan.

Anyway, there are many rooms, so it’s not bad to have one more for her.

She, Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan have experienced life and death together many times, and they have become friends in times of need, and they already regard each other as brothers with different surnames.

It's just the unique love between Wei Ping'an and Shirley Yang that made Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang's efforts to be the best man completely come to nothing.

the next day.

When Wei Ping'an and Shirley Yang got up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

There was no way, Wei Ping'an came back late last night, and Shirley Yang also had a stubborn temper.

Waiting for Wei Ping'an life and death, he didn't sleep.

As a result, all the temper and anger that I had been holding back must be vented.

I accidentally got into fun.

When the two of them fell asleep, it was already dark.

It's weird to get up early.

Not to mention them, Hu Bayi and Fatty in the next room were also affected.

I tossed and turned for the rest of the night and didn't sleep well.

It was also in the morning when the noise next door stopped, and then I could catch up on my sleep again.

The four of them were all woken up by Uncle Ming's knocking on the door.

"Uncle Ming, right? I'm Wei Ping'an, and I'm going to the Kunlun Glacier with you this time."

"Mr. Wei, I have admired you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so energetic. You are really... good at keeping your appearance."

Wei Ping'an was slightly stunned.

Uncle Ming is really a bit virtuous.

It can be heard from these words that he has some understanding of his identity.

However, Wei Ping'an didn't need to continue asking to know the maximum extent of the information he could collect.

Big firecrackers and 021 warehouse are beyond the knowledge of a wealthy Hong Kong businessman.

Not to mention the shielding function of the 091 weather station.

"I heard that you have a pair of Gularo silver eyes. Can you show it to me to gain my knowledge?"

Gu Laluo Silver Eyes, a legend records the treasure map of the tomb of the first ghost mother in the Demon Kingdom.

In fact, it is just a scripture.

But from the perspective of a Feng Shui master, the location record of Gu Laluo's Silver Eyes is equivalent to a map.

After seeing it, I recorded it.

In Wei Ping'an's memory, it can be extracted frame by frame.

This thing seems pretty good, it's an old thing.

Knowing the national process and results of this set of itineraries, this thing will definitely fall into the hands of Wei Pingan in the end and become one of his many collections.

Let Uncle Ming hold it first.

Watch Uncle Ming put things away.

"Let's agree on a time, just...ten days later."

Wei Ping'an looked at Hu Bayi and said calmly.

"Why ten days later? I came in just now and saw that your supplies are almost ready. Plus what I have prepared here, it is more than enough for us to set off now?"

Uncle Ming asked in confusion, speaking in Mandarin with a Hong Kong accent.

Wei Ping'an admires Uncle Ming's acting skills.

It was clear that he was on the verge of bankruptcy, but at this time he did not reveal any flaws.

Still looking calm and relaxed.

Wei Pingan smiled and said nothing, looked at Hu Bayi, and signaled that it was time for his performance.

Hu Bayi understood.

He stood up and spoke immediately.

"In fact, there is no record of the Demonic Kingdom in historical materials. I know about the Demonic Kingdom because of the information about the Demonic Kingdom. The relevant details are only found in the poems of Wu Xun, the Invincible Orb King among the Heavenly Singers of the Western Regions."

Hu Bayi paused and continued: "I am going to find someone this time, an active singer-singer from the Western Regions, to inquire about the details in this regard."

"Oh, since it will help us find the nine-story demon building this time, if possible, you can invite him to join us. Don't worry about the reward, I will pay it."

Uncle Ming patted his chest and made a promise.

Wei Ping'an still smiled and said nothing.

Even though he knew that Uncle Ming had actually invested all his remaining wealth on this trip, making a desperate move.

Naturally, there is more chance of winning and more chance of comeback.

Wei Ping'an didn't want to interfere.

After all, it is also beneficial to yourself.

What's more, Wei Ping'an also knew that based on the friendship between Hu Bayi and the other party, even if Hu Bayi didn't mention it, the other party would go with him.

Because the other party is not only a gifted singer, but also Hu Bayi's comrade-in-arms who has shared weal and woe and a brother who has been through life and death.

Hu Bayi had only mentioned it to Wei Ping'an about going to find the Heavenly Singers of the Western Regions, but he hadn't even had time to tell Fatty and Shirley Yang yet.

At this moment, I was able to catch up with Uncle Ming to answer his questions, and by the way, I let Fatty listen.

“What is a divine singer?”

The fat man was a little puzzled.

But Shirley Yang seemed to know a little about this kind of person.

Wei Ping'an explained: "The so-called heaven-sent poets are people who are proficient in ancient poetry collections from the Western Regions. Such people's abilities are not passed down from master to apprentice, or from father to son, but are acquired after a sudden serious illness. The ability to sing thousands of words of poetry.”

"No wonder he is called a divine singer."

Uncle Ming nodded, indicating that he had learned something.

The fat man's eyes widened: "Is it so mysterious?"

Turning around with a surprised expression, he faced Hu Ba: "Hey, Lao Hu, do you know such a person?"

Hu Ba nodded slightly, with a serious and downcast expression on his face, and said, "I do have a friend like this."

After agreeing.

Uncle Ming left first with his people.

Wei Pingan sent Hu Bayi to the train. Hu Bayi chose to go alone this time. Fatty, Shirley Yang and Wei Pingan went first and then met at the agreed place.

That is to say, during this trip to the Kunlun Demon Kingdom, the group was divided into four teams.

The fat man who was obsessed with helping Lao Hu and himself knit a pair of red pants that day was ruthlessly abandoned by Wei Ping'an.

This guy actually wanted to knit one for Wei Ping'an.

Even with woolen underpants, you don’t have to worry about getting tied up.

Originally, Shirley Yang was a little embarrassed.

I feel a bit reluctant to leave the fat man behind.

However, the fat man failed to gesture at Wei Ping'an's waist, so he turned around and asked Shirley Yang.

Asking a girl about the size of another man's private parts...

Fatty is really talented too.Even if Shirley Yang is a pretty girl who grew up in a country, she can't handle such a shy topic.

Especially since she actually measured it yesterday...

Well, not just with your hands.

Seeing the righteous expression on Fatty's face, Shirley Yang wanted to slap him twice.

Finally, he turned around and left angrily.

Well, maybe it's not anger, but shame and anger.

As he walked, he still swallowed.

My tongue is a little numb.

I guess I thought of other things.

Wei Ping'an looked at the door with interest.

When Shirley Yang went out, she kicked Wei Pingan's calf.

"Bastard!"

The theory that men are all big hooves was swirling in Shirley Yang's mind at this moment.

Wei Ping'an looked at the fat man in the room who was confused.

He stared blankly, not knowing where he had gone wrong.

The other one was aggrieved that the fat man had caused trouble, and as a result, he was the one in trouble.

I don’t know if tonight’s ultimate enjoyment will be lacking.

It's all the fat man's fault.

Therefore, Wei Ping'an and Shirley Yang naturally stayed together and flew together.

After living in Nanluogu Lane for seven and a half days, I reunited with Fatty and prepared to set off.

It is worth mentioning that the fat man actually spent the past few days knitting two pairs of red pants.

Behind Shirley Yang's back, she also dragged Wei Ping'an to show off his work.

It seemed that the fat man was quite satisfied with the woolen pants he knitted.

"Brother Wei, you are too polite. I should knit one for you too, a red one for good luck and to ward off evil spirits."

Wei Ping'an pursed his lips and had only one word in mind for the fat man.

"Absolute!" - Zhou Xingxing's sense of déjà vu.

The meeting point is in SQH Town.

Wei Ping'an and the others first took the train and then went to the designated location to drive into the car left by Uncle Ming and his party in advance.

It turns out to be a Toyota LC60, the long-axis version, which can accommodate more luggage.

After driving for more than a day, we arrived at the desolate town of SQH, where there were more houses than people.

They are all mud-built houses, with wooden roofs, covered with felt, and then covered with mud, and some with thatched roofs.

The most luxurious location in town is where Uncle Ming agreed with Wei Pingan and Hu Bayi.

Uncle Ming is very particular about details.

The house in Beijing is the second courtyard.

The real meeting point at Shiquanhe is also the most upscale one under the current conditions.

No timidity at all.

Of course, this is also related to the low consumption level in the mainland.

Wei Pingan actually wanted to remind Uncle Ming.

If you use the remaining money to buy a few more courtyard houses in the capital, you will be able to sit back and wait for the appreciation in value to enjoy your retirement years.

No need to go to so many dangerous places to fight.

In my impression, when I went to Guixu Land later, there was also the shadow of Uncle Ming after his bankruptcy.

Uncle Ming's half-life has fully verified a famous saying: life is valuable in tossing.

It's just messing around.

Going around in circles and looking back, you may find that everything is back to where it started.

that is good.

It would be sad to look back after working hard for half your life and find that it would be more comfortable to just follow the steps.

In Wei Ping'an's known impression, Uncle Ming was the person who would endure the following situation.

I really want to tell him from the bottom of my heart: Why bother.

Arriving at this place, Wei Ping'an got out of the car and entered the yard first.

The car was driven by a fat man.

Wei Ping'an had a similar car, and the fat man had long been envious of it.

Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to try it out.

Hu Bayi walked out of the house together with a man dressed as Tibetan.

"Brother Wei, let me introduce to you. This is Ake, my good brother, and the heaven-ordained singer I mentioned before."

"Brother Ake, hello. Being able to come here in person for Lao Hu's illness is enough to prove your friendship, good brother."

Wei Pingan patted Ake on the shoulder.

Ake is a very easy-going and calm person, but when he saw Hu Bayi calling him Brother Wei, he introduced that this was Wei Ping'an.

Still fell into a trance for a few seconds.

No matter how you look at this person, he doesn't look like an old man who is about to turn 50.

You know, living in the high altitude of Tibetans, they are as young as seventy or eighty years old.

Ake is about the same age as Hu Bayi, that is, he is in his thirties, but he looks much older than Wei Pingan and Hu Bayi.

It's even more like a person who is a generation behind.

In comparison, Acker feels more like the 50-year-old.

Shirley Yang and Fatty also entered the yard later.

Hearing the noise, Uncle Ming also came out with his team members.

Get to know each other, and we will all be traveling together in the future. How can we not come out to meet each other?

After all, Hong Kong pays more attention to etiquette than the mainland.

Hu Bayi introduced everyone who came out.

Uncle Ming's assistant, A Dong, whom I met before.

That is, the one whom the fat man particularly looks down on, saying that he is smooth-tongued and not like a good person.

The one who came out immediately behind was a woman, dressed in a fancy dress and wearing a mink.

Hu Bayi introduced this person as Han Shuna, who studies ancient corpses.

Wei Ping'an didn't say anything, but the fat man asked more eloquently: "Old poems? Three hundred Tang poems? To study that stuff, you have to go to the capital and go to Yenching University for exchanges. Come here..."

The implication is, what’s the use?

"Fat man, I study ancient corpses."

"Oh oh oh, hey, Lao Hu, it's your fault. Why don't you make it clear?"

After finishing speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "Hey, a woman studying this stuff is quite strong."

Shirley Yang pulled the fat man and asked him to calm down.

The fat man turned his head and said to Shirley Yang again.

"Commander Yang, did you see that wooden face? He hasn't changed his expression since he came out of the room, and he hasn't even smiled."

"This man is not ordinary, fat man, be careful in the future."

Shirley Yang also stayed in the Marine Corps Reserve Training Camp, and she smelled the same smell on the other party.

"Okay, you two have observed carefully enough."

Wei Ping'an tilted his head back and joined in.

Finally, a little girl came out of the house, silent, but when she stood at the door, she felt the air tighten a little.

"Well, Uncle Ming, we are going on an adventure. Do you understand taking risks? Is it appropriate for you, who is raising a family?"

When the fat man saw that there was a little girl, he couldn't hold it in any longer and started shouting immediately.

Uncle Ming might be suffering from severe hypertension. He panted heavily and waved his hands to let the others go into the room first. He walked out and said to Wei Ping'an, Shirley Yang and Fatty Wang who had just arrived.

"Guys, have you ever heard of Yin Yang Eyes?"

In fact, Hu Bayi didn't know the little girl's situation and didn't ask.

Now when I heard Uncle Ming say this, his eyes suddenly lit up with interest.

"Axiang is my goddaughter. Although she doesn't even dare to speak to strangers when she sees her, her yin and yang eyes are so powerful."

Uncle Ming gasped and paused for a long time.

It also happened to allow the four listeners to digest this information that he thought was very shocking.

"Whenever she encounters danger, she is the first thing she sees." (End of Chapter)