Ascending, Do Not Disturb

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"I am a little older than you." The wind blowing outside the window shouted. When I said this, there was some embarrassment in Miao Zong's mind. He didn't even know why he said this.

"Wow, I really can't see it, I feel that you are a little bigger than me." Looking at Miao Zong's face, which is only about twenty years old, I think of the words of comprehension. The life expectancy of ordinary people in just a few decades, the mood and ideas will change, not to mention hundreds of years.

At this moment, she faintly realized what it was, and it seemed to be still ignorant.

“Do you really mind that I am older than you?” Mou Zong bowed slightly, and seemed to have melancholy in both the hair and the eyelashes.

The melancholy appearance of the beauty is very huge. At this moment, I feel awkward and feel that I have to talk about something that I should not ask: "No, you don't misunderstand, I don't mind this. My brothers and sisters are many." I am a hundred or two years older than me, we are very happy to play together, age is not a problem, how can I dislike you!"

Although it only took a few days with Mou Zong, but for Yu, Zong Zong is a very good friend. I will share the words with her, there are beautiful tree houses, and I know a lot of rumors about the comprehension that she doesn't know, and they look so good.

With such a good looking face, who cares how old he is?

"The son, the inn is here." Lin Biao slammed the curtain, his eyes fell on the body of Zong Zong, and Zong Zong did not look at him. He leaned his head on the mat gracefully. "Go to the room, I will come soon."

Lin Biao regained his gaze and put down the curtain. The voice came in from the outside: "Okay, son."

The curtain swayed gently, and Zong Zong looked at the glass beads on the lower end of the curtain and slowly blinked. Picking up the curtain, he walked out of the carriage, looked around, turned and saw the squatting of the next car. "The conditions here are worse."

"Going out, don't be so particular." He jumped out of the carriage and half of his feet fell into the snow. She lifted her foot and heard the sound of the wind blowing the fabric. On the left side of a wooden building with a locked door, the dilapidated cloth sign flutters in the wind. I don't know how long it has not been cleaned. It is so dirty that I can't see the words above.

The deep sense of desolateness fills the streets.

"Guests please go inside." The church greeted it, and wanted to go to the horse. It was not close. The horse raised his front hoof and screamed a few times, scared him to step back and forth again, not dare to go forward.

The clothes on the body of the church were patched, but they were clean and the eyes looked extra careful. They seemed worried that the guests were dissatisfied and turned away. He is not very thick, and the blue shoes are stepping on the snow. They are already half wet. The hands that are exposed outside the sleeves are rough and black, but they dare not rub their hands in front of the guests.

"It doesn't matter, the two horses are very obedient and don't run around." He looked at the shoes on his feet. "Come in and take us to the room to see."

"Okay, distinguished guest." Tang sprinted into the door, the hall below was very deserted, and three or four diners sat in the sparse, the oil lamp was dim, and the flame swayed because of the cold wind that entered the door.

Perhaps it is because the hall is too deserted, and when other guests enter the door, the diners are looking up and relying on observing strangers to spend boring time. But this embarrassment, let them take a breath. Hao Jun’s noble son, a good-looking girl, I don’t know where the little couple came out to play, why did they come here?

"The son, the girl, the room is empty, I have set three adjacent rooms." Lin Biao came downstairs, see the treasurer and the church want to go forward and dare not look like, take out the Lingshi On the table, "wait for the hot water to be sent up."

The shopkeeper said in a row, thank you for bending and asking what they wanted to eat at night.

Lin Biao knew that the son was not picky about eating, and he turned his eyes to him. He said: "Prepare a few hand-made dishes."

"Well." The smile on the face of the shopkeeper was even bigger. Turned around and stood in the hall next to him. "Get ready, pick the best." Just look at the dress of the ancestors and the cockroaches. He knows that this is not an ordinary person. Maybe it is a monk with unlimited mana. Most of these monks are generous, but they are not good at serving. They are greeted with them. He is always in the middle of his heart. Now, seeing the ladies and guests so good, they have a good eye.

He and others went upstairs and looked at the carved wooden doors that had been lacquered. It is hard to believe that this would be the best inn in Sanshucheng. He turned his head and said to Zhai Zongdao: "The days of the people here don't look too good. We just greeted our church at the door and wore wet shoes."

Miao Zong nodded, even though he did not notice what Tang said: "You should go back to the room and rest for a while."

"Okay." He pushed the door open and the room was clean, but the old furniture made the whole room look dull. The candlelight in the house was a little dull, and a piece of illuminating instrument was taken from the storage ring and placed on the table, and the window was opened to make the house breathable.

The sky was dim, and there were few figures on the street. A man selling carbon picked up the charcoal that had not been sold for half a foot and walked barefoot. The left side of the basket contained charcoal that was not sold, and the right side of the basket. Sitting on a child of five or six years old, the child was holding a large bag of meat, and the leather cap on his head covered his half face.

Hearing the child called the aunt of the man.

"Auntie, there is meat in this bun, for you to eat."

"Sit well, don't move." The man was fierce. "You are not hungry."

"Auntie, eat!"

"Believe it or not, I will smoke you." The man put down his courage and took off his body and covered it on the child. "Don't open your mouth and talk, the wind blows into your stomach, you have it."

The child lifted the bun and insisted on letting the man eat.

The man glanced at him, bent over and took a bite, once again picked up the basket and walked slowly.

I stared at the back of the father and son for a long time, until I couldn’t see it again, I took my eyes and went to the table to sit down. This kind of poverty and father and son are never experienced.

The father who is frozen with both hands, but still has to laugh at the guests, and the father who lives hard but cares for the children, is a member of this comprehension. Their lives are poor, but they still insist on living, hope for the future, and hope for future generations.

She touched her chest, it was a bit sour and a bit hot. The Lingtai, which has not been moving for a long time, began to loosen, and the wind outside the window became very clear. Get up and sit on the bed with your legs crossed, close your eyes and enter the state.

The sect who read the book under the lighting instrument put down the book in his hand and got up and walked to the window. The aura around them was all squeezing into the room next to him, as if there was something that attracted them. He was ready to open the window, hesitated for a moment, or let go.

"The son." Lin Biao walked in, "The girl is over..."

"She should be settled." Yan Zongtou did not return. "Go and tell the inn that people don't bother to stay in the house for a few days. Give them more than a few days of accommodation."

"Okay, son." Lin Biao's expression was a bit strange. "I just received the Zongmen's flight sign. The sovereign and several peaks seem to worry about what happened to you outside."

He handed the flight sign to the hands of the ancestors, and the ancestors entered the aura into the flight sign. After reading all the contents in one eye, the brow wrinkled. He said that buying special products for people who go out to Zongmen will make them happy. Why are the teachers and uncles not happy?

Is it that he did not like the things that he sent to the station?

“Where is the next town?” Yan Zong took up the flying signal, thoughtfully.

"It is Yicheng."

“What can be bought?” asked Zong Zong.

Lin Biao said: "Yes, Yicheng is best known for embroidery."

"I know." Mou Zong nodded slowly, Master Shi Shu, they did not seem to be heavy desire, buy some embroidery back, they should like some.

On the first day, I didn't wake up from the entrance, and Miao Zong meditated for one day.

The next day, I didn't wake up from the entrance, and Miao Zong bought a few words in a dilapidated study in the city.

On the third day, you are still in the process. When Zongzong went downstairs, he saw several monks in the refining period blaming the church. The church smashed the water stains on the ground and the legs were soaked.

Zhai Zong has never loved this kind of idle thing. He walked by them indifferently. He accidentally went to the knuckles that had been frozen and had some swollen knuckles. He remembered that the people here lived poorly. He stopped and saw a monk carrying his back on the back of his church, leaving his dirty and hard footprints on his patched clothes.

"You are too noisy." Yan Zong looked at these refining monks with no expression. "In public, don't be jealous. Which martial art are you, so you don't understand the rules?"

"You are a little white..." The monk who kicked the man wanted to swear, but when he saw the smudges on the clothes, he quickly closed his mouth and said, "We have a few rough people who don't understand the rules and disturb. The son will take a break and ask the son to forgive."

Mou Zong looked down at the back of the church: "Stained the clothes of others, you have to pay."

"The son said it." The refining monk nodded again and again, and took a jade coin from his arms and put it in the hands of the church. "This is all of us."

"I don't dare to ask for compensation from all of you." Don't dare to accept the jade coins of these monks, and want to return the jade coins. These monks did not reach for them.

"This is the money they have paid for you. You take it well." Yan Zong lifted his hand and stood up on the ground, and he stood up uncontrollably. He looked back at the awkwardly in surprise. It turned out that the noble son also Monk?

Miao Zong saw several monks shrinking their heads and trying to sneak away, slightly lifting the white chin: "Is this gone?"

Several monks were so scared that their legs trembled, and their hearts secretly complained, but they could only walk back, and each stood down in front of Mou Zong.

"Don't let me see you doing this in the future."

"Yes!" The monks quickly agreed.

Mou Zong nodded slightly and raised his finger to indicate that they could go. A few monks saw the form, and while they thanked and ran away, they never saw the singer.

"Thank you for the help of the fairy tales." Tang dynasty went to the ancestors and continued to thank you, and he did not give thanks to the ancestors.

Looking at his humble appearance, Mou Zong was silent for a long time, faintly said: "No thanks." Going out of the inn, he looked back and looked at him. Tang Yan was bowing his head and carefully stuffing the jade coins into his arms, fearing that the jade coins would fall out and still The belt is re-tightened.

Seeing this scene, Miao Zong is a bit weird. He doesn't care about things that have nothing to do with him, but today he doesn't seem to be bored.

The paper umbrella was taken out of the storage ring, which was the one that was given to him in the tree house in the past few days. Opened the ribs, the ancestors looked up and looked at the room, it was already the third day, I wonder if this little girl woke up.

Going out for a circle, there is a shop claiming to be a thousand-year-old buns shop. When Zong Zong thinks that he might be interested in this, he bought a few. After passing a few small shackles, he stopped and threw some jade coins inside. When I returned to the inn, I remembered that I was still in the set, and I saw Lin Biao just downstairs, and then stuffed the buns into Lin Biao’s arms.

"The son?" Holding a hot buns, Lin Biao is somewhat puzzled. What does this mean?

" Eat more, good for your health." Yu Zong took up his umbrella and looked upstairs. After the embarrassed door, he pulled out a few polysexual stickers on the door. In an instant, the aura that surged into the house was more.

Very satisfied with the rich aura, Miao Zong returned to his room and took out his own sword. This sword looks very ordinary, the black hilt, the silver-colored blade, the top without gemstones, and the sword spikes. The only thing that is called the highlight is the dark lines on the blade.

Holding the hilt, the blade squeaked, and the scorpion slammed his chest and coughed a few times. The blade reflected his indifferent eyes. Staring at the eyes on the blade, I looked at it for a while, and the cockroach’s index finger was on the blade, and the snoring finally stopped.

"The son." The voice of Lin Biao came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Lin Biao came to see the ancestral sword in his hand, and several big steps came to the ancestors, "Gonzi, you..."

"Will the buns have been eaten?" Yan Zong took up the sword and interrupted Lin Biao's words.

"Eat." Lin Biao's expression has a blank moment.

“Is it delicious?” asked Mou Zong.

"Like... okay?" Lin Biao felt that the buns were buns, and nothing was delicious.

"It seems that the taste is average." Yan Zong frowns, the taste of the bun shop, but also the meaning of the millennium, is it a thousand years of ordinary?

"The son, your current situation, it is best not to use the sword easily." Although he was interrupted by Mou Zong, Lin Biao did not forget what he wanted to say. "I am afraid that it will aggravate your injury."

"I know." Miao Zong lowered his eyes and had no expression on his face. "My own body, I know very well."

Lin Biao sees that Zong Zong has no emotions, and his heart is more worried. Although medicinal materials are hard to find, the most difficult thing is the state of mind. This son has no desire for help, how to pass the devil?

"The son..."

Zhai Zong suddenly stood up: "Wake up." He went to the door and opened the door and went out.

Lin Biao stunned and only followed the past.

Open your eyes, the lighting instrument on the table has already been extinguished because there is no owner to input the aura. The candlelight has also burned out. The sky outside was not very good, and the room was a little dim.

She vomited a long breath, and this time she was admitted to make her grow up. The original five-step cultivation of the foundation has become a ninth-order foundation. After practicing for a while, it may be able to build a foundation and make a big impact. Heartbeat period.

When the door knocked, she opened the door and stood outside the door like a crown. Looking at such a beautiful emperor, I remembered that I had not been groomed for several days, and my face changed a lot: "Zhu Zong, we will talk later."

Looking at the door closed in front of himself, Miao Zong turned to look at Lin Biao puzzled.

Lin Biao shook his head: "You don't want to see me, don't you understand the girl." If he knew a woman, he wouldn't live a few hundred years old, not even a Taoist.

Zhai Zong reached out and peeled off the polysex on the door, gently licking it, and the symbol was instantly turned into a powder. Lin Biao doesn't understand, is his family doing good things without leaving a name? Fortunately, this is not the pursuit of the sweetheart, or like his son, I am afraid that a hundred years can not make people understand the mind.

"Hey girl, call me if there is anything." Ruan Zongdao, "I let the people in the inn prepare for you."

The door was gently pulled from the inside, but only a slit was opened, revealing a half face: "Zhu Zong, thank you, wait until I wash it and come out."

Mou Zong knows why he closed the door just now. He nodded. "Okay."

Did the little girl care about this little thing? Mou Zong feels himself, as if he knows a little about the girl's habits.

The little girl who was just hurriedly closed the door, a little bit sweet and lovely.

Outside the gate of Sanshu City, a flying boat stopped falling at the door. Several squatting monks ran out of the squad. One of them was almost unable to stand up straight and barely supported by a sword, and did not fall.

"Senior brother, here is a small town, I am afraid that there is no master sitting." Bi Yi female repair face pale, unable to wipe the blood of the corner of the mouth, "not if we change places, at least not even people in the city."

It’s just that they have no spiritual support to continue the move, and where should they go to lead the people who are chasing them behind?

"It's too late." The blue robe man, known as his brother, looked back at the dark clouds rolling in the distance, the black bird screaming and screaming, pulling the sword out of the ground. "You run west, I will drag for a while."

"Brothers..."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you want people in this city to accompany us to die?" The blue robe man said with a calm face. "All go."

He pressed the aura of the chest and flew to the sky.

"Brother!" Biyi woman wiped the tears in her eyes and said to the younger brothers and sisters behind her. "You go, I will help the brothers!"