Ascending, Do Not Disturb

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The wind blew the leaves in the courtyard and made a rustling sound.

I put the condensate pill into the mouth of the sect, and sighed: "Zhu Zong, I hope you can understand that it is okay to help a friend. When you have difficulties or have problems with your body, it is not difficult to ask for help from a friend. The thing that started."

"So you go back and think about it. I did not do it right today. I am unilaterally announcing that I will ignore you in ten hours." He released the hand of Zhai Zongyi and turned to see Lin Biao, "Lin Lin You have to go to the kitchen, I will help you."

Lin Biao: "..."

Why is he here?

Looking at the appearance of the son, Lin Biao slowly said: "Hey girl, the smell of the fish is heavy, waiting for the fire and the smell of smoke." So she still should not follow.

"It doesn't matter, the smell of soot." He walked over to him and took the vegetables he had on his other hand.

"The oily smoke will make the woman's skin become sallow." Lin Biao stared at the resolute face, and said slowly.

"No... It doesn't matter, I brought a skin cream." The basket in his hand shook, and soon he was firm. "Let's go to the kitchen."

Lin Biao looked back at the son standing under the cloister. It seems that today, the girl’s determination to ignore the son is very big. Pity him a follower, and it is not a person who is sandwiched between them. Men who are all over 300 years old, when the little girl is not happy, she can’t say something nice to be happy.

Entering the kitchen, Lin Biao played the kitchen knife out of the prestige of the sword, and quickly cut the fish to the scales, cut the meat slices to a moderate thickness, and the size was not much different. Disposing, savouring, washing pots, and making fires, Lin Biao was done in an orderly manner. He sat down with a small bench and felt that Lin Biao was very tall at the moment.

"Can a girl eat spicy?" Lin Biao grabbed a handful of peppers in his hand.

"Eat." When the voice fell, I saw Lin Biao sprinkled a lot of peppers into the oil being brewed. She quickly said, "Zhu Zong seems to be not very spicy, so much he can eat." ?"

Lin Biao slowly stirred in the pot with a large iron spoon, and soon the hot smell of the nose was heard. He calmly said: "The son makes you angry, you still care what he eats?"

"Im is angry, but I can't be difficult to eat in terms of food. I am a woman who talks about principles." He was coughed a few times by the hot and spicy taste, and got up and rummaged in the pile of meat that Lin Biao bought. "I See what is right for you to eat."

Looking at the little girl who was lying on the ground and picking out the vegetables that can be raised and raised the stomach, Lin Biao added a few smiles to the corner of her mouth, and took out the spicy oil from the pot and poured the pieces of fish into the pot.

There are competent Lin Biao, the food is very good, the oily spicy fish fillet, the white fish head fish bone soup, and a few side dishes, help Lin Biao to serve the dishes, see Miao Zong come in Ignore him, push the fish head fish bone soup in front of him, and take a bowl of spicy fish fillets.

"Hey..." Looking at a large bowl of fish head soup in front of him, Miao Zong did not understand what it meant. Lin Biao deliberately went out to buy fish, left to him, only the fish head and the fish skeleton?

He said that he ignored him and said nothing. He was full of a bowl of spicy fish fillets. She ate half of the bowl. After eating it, she wiped her mouth cleanly and didn't look at the ancestors. She turned and left. The pride and principle of a woman must not yield to the beauty and grievances of men.

After all, she is a principled woman.

The fish head soup in front of Mou Zong only drank less than a third. He turned to look at Lin Biao: "What can you tell you in the kitchen?"

"The son, I am a six hundred-year-old senior, can't chat with the 16-year-old girl." Lin Biao put down the chopsticks and said with no expression. "It's better to go directly to the girl."

Miao Zong stared at Lin Biao for a while, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and it seemed to be a bit wronged: "But she doesn't seem to want to pay attention to me."

Lin Biao put away the tableware on the table: "The son, although I am six hundred years old, there is no woman around me."

He looked at him inexplicably.

"So ask questions about women, don't ask me." Lin Biao pointed to the fish soup in front of him. "Do you still drink?"

Yan Zong shook his head.

Lin Biao took the fish soup away and handed it over to the servant who was outside. He turned his head and said: "The son, wait until I will check all the servants in the yard." What happened just now, he told him. However, he did not think that the son of the sword had not been moved for a long time, and he was able to kill the evil of the peak of the Yuan Ying period.

"I don't know the assassination of the cult arrangement, it is aimed at all sectarian disciples, or there is a fixed assassination object." The sect of the sect is low. "If it is only a new disciple who is outstanding in sectarianism, it means that the cult has a strong enough network." Know where these disciples are and even have a way to get close to them.

All the way, they are not low-key, I am afraid that I want to assassinate the evils, and I have long been looking for opportunities to start.

Lin Biao found the corpse of the cult who was carried by the servant to the darkroom. He found a gas charm in him. It is no wonder that he could pretend to be a servant and enter the inner court. He did not let the girl discover his breath. In addition to the used gas traps, Lin Biao also found a few **** rich magic weapons on the body of the corpse, these magic weapons do not know how much life has been refining, sullen.

Destroy all the harmful instruments, Lin Biao poured out the Lingshi in the storage bag, and he accepted it unceremoniously. Although the evil cultivation is abhorrent, the spiritual stone is innocent, and it is better to donate it to the poor towns than to follow the evil. The temperament of the whole body was mobilized, and a fiery blaze was smashed, and the corpse of the evil cult was burned cleanly. Lin Biao turned to the servant outside the door, "sweep the corpse ash."

Don't get dirty in the house.

On the streets of Yucheng, the newly-introduced disciples took off for the first time, and some people rushed to buy things for their families. Some people were busy visiting the beautiful scenery on the streets of Yucheng. Seeing other people watching their disciples along the way. The robes, they all proudly straighten their waists, trying to make their posture more elegant.

Gao Jianyan and others dragged down the mountain to the restaurant to eat rice. When they finished the meal, they saw an old lady carrying something hard. They started their guilty conscience and asked the old woman’s family to live not far outside the city gate. The place, they decided to send her back.

The old woman thanked her again and again, and praised and praised Yunhuamen, so that several new disciples were so excited and blushing that they could not go home with their wives.

"My home is there." The old woman pointed to the wooden house not far away. The wooden house was low and worn, and it was hidden at the foot of the mountain. If it was not specifically pointed out by her, Gao Jian’s performance could hardly be seen.

"How can you live alone here, it will be very dangerous for the rain to fall down the rolling stone." Gao Jian played the old woman, "Would you like me to find a new place for you?" Although he is a small rich man Fat man, but it is a good-hearted little fat man, seeing the place where the old woman lived so hard, I thought of his kind grandmother.

"No, no." The old woman repeatedly said, "I am afraid of moving home. When I returned to the world in a hundred years, my old man could not find a place to pick me up."

Listening to the conversation between the old woman and Gao Jian, Guining hands clasped her chest behind her, staring at the low wooden house, her eyes revealing doubtful colors. This old woman is still struggling to walk on the flat road in Yucheng. The house was built at the foot of the mountain and there were no other residents around. How did she climb up? Doesn't it mean that Yunhuamen is very good for the people in the jurisdiction, why do you let the old woman live alone in such a place? It is very close to the city gate. Even if no one reports it, the disciples of Yunhuamen should find out.

No, not right.

Guining stopped and told Gao Jian to perform: "Gao Jian, and so on."

"What is it?" Gao Jianyan stopped and turned to look at him, thinking that he was a little impatient, and said, "Give Ning Shidi, you should go to the tea house for a while, I will wait for you to find you."

The other two colleagues also knew that Guining didn't like much things, and then nodded. "Wait, don't go far, I heard the brothers mention, there is a wind tea house nearby. Mr. Shuo's mouth is very good, you go there to sit. Wait for us."

"My home is coming. If Xiaoxianchang does not disregard it, he can go to his wife's house to drink tea." The old woman smiled. "The wife is old and has not spoken to you young people for many years."

"Speaking can, tea does not drink." Guining coldly said, "Since you like to get along with young people, why not move out from the foot?"

"Youth Lang, are you... don't you like me?" The smile on the face of the old woman gradually disappeared. She bowed her head. "It is the wife who has more words."

A lonely old man, an aggressive teenager, whoever comes to see it, will feel that it is too much to talk to and to do things without mercy.

Gao Jianyan and the two fellows looked at each other. Gao Jianyan released the old woman's hand and said to the old woman. "My mother-in-law, my brother is not very good-tempered. We will persuade him to make him apologize to you."

"Yes, the younger brother was spoiled by us on weekdays." The other two of the same door also put down the things in their hands, turned and walked toward Guining, his face was very ugly.

Guining sneered in his heart, but he has a kind heart, but he has no brains, and he does not know how these people passed the fairy road.

"Teacher brother." Gao Jianyan reached out to pull back to Ning's arm, turned to Ning and turned away, and the other two met with the same door. The three men dragged him to a farther place, and turned back to look at the old woman. Go, the other person is smiling at him.

Seeing this scene, he sinks his face, but he is not the same as the three neighbors who are not long in the brain. He wants him to apologize and say nothing.

The old woman heard the chubby boy squatting down to Ning, so that he must apologize, refused to return, and turned away. The three went up and pulled, and soon he walked out of a short distance.

"Is it far enough?" Gao Jian, who was also swearing at the scorpion, said, "Have she followed up?"

"No, but I am watching us." The same teacher said, "I just saw her laughing at the Chaoning."

"What are you doing, hurry!" Gao Jian played hard to hold the Ning arm, "Run!"

After returning to Ning, he did not respond. He was dragged by Gao Jianyan and the other three people to the direction of the city gate. He subconsciously looked back and saw the old woman who was still unfavorable, and flew over to the side, but they saw that they had already When they entered the city, the old woman gave them a look and turned and flew away.

"Scared me." Gao Jian played against the wall and gasped. "Fortunately, we ran fast, otherwise the log cabin today is our place of burial." He turned to look at Guining, and reached out and patted his shoulder. "Teacher, thank you for being here today."

Guining is cold, but he is running flushed, and the voice of his voice is still shaking: "Don't you want me to apologize to the old lady?"

"This is not a play for her. We are so far away from her to take the opportunity to escape." Gao Jian’s performance was too much to hold on. He sat down on the wall and his buttocks, and the white and fat face dripped, "The old woman. It looks really pitiful, but my brother is more credible than the outsiders. Even if you really do something wrong, as long as it does not cause bad consequences, we will close the door and pack you up, how can you let your face be embarrassed in front of outsiders. Your mind has always been better than us. Although the temper is screwed up, it will definitely not go to a mother-in-law who can't walk with a link, so it is definitely her, not you.

"Right, my brother does not believe, do you want to believe outsiders?" The other two sisters also sat on the ground without any image. "No wonder Zongmen specifically stated that he could not leave the city at random. It seems that the outside world is really dangerous."

Guining looked at the imageless three people sitting on the ground, standing on the wall, and once again coldly said: "You know your own brain very clearly."

What kind of brother is really ridiculous.

When I was eating the next morning, I still didn't talk. After eating the chopsticks, I told Lin: "Formers, I have to go into the house for a few days. Don't prepare my meal these days."

"Good." Lin Biao nodded and turned to look at the ancestors.

However, I still didn't talk to him, got up and went out.

Miao Zong stared at the empty door and went out to see him until Lin Biao began to clean up the table.

"The son, ten hours haven't arrived yet, and the girl won't talk to you." Lin Biao has already seen it. The girl is a young man who talks and counts. If she ignores the son, she will never say a word. .

"But when she got into it, it was more than ten hours long." Yan Zong frowned, feeling that this was somewhat unfair.

Lin Biao picked up his eyebrows. He was not a party. The son told him that it was useless.

"Dongzi, have you ever wondered why the girl is angry?" Lin Biao knew that the son had become accustomed to having something to do with himself, but he was a friend, but he could not always be like this. "You are willing to pull out the sword for the girl, indicating you It is a good thing to care about her safety. But you should think about it again. You want to save the girl from recurring, but deliberately glaring at her. What makes the girl think?"

"I don't want to worry her, isn't it right?" The sect is incomprehensible, has a hard time, does not let others worry, is there anything wrong?

"If she treats you as a true friend, when she knows the truth, she will be sad, she will be jealous, she will worry." Lin Biao shook his head. "The son, you shouldn’t have only a sword in your world. It’s true that you can meet a girl." Lucky, but not because she helped you find a rare medicine, but she made you gradually understand what is a living person, not a cold sword."

Mou Zong was silent.

"Thinking, I want to understand, wait for the girl to come out, and you will apologize to her." Lin said, "Otherwise, the time of not talking to you will change from ten hours to ten days."

“Really?” The expression of Yuzong finally changed.

"Gongzi, if you don't believe it, you can try it." Lin Biao is in a very good mood. "There are up to ten days and a half of the left and right, and the girl will still forgive you. The little girl is soft, and you will not talk when you meet you." I don’t know how to make friends with swords. I don’t even disappoint you."

Zong Zong thought for a long time, looked up at Lin Biao: "Lin Yi, I think your words have become more recent."

"The son, this is called black near the ink." Lin Biao stood up, "I went to practice the sword, you think slowly."

For ten days and a half, I don’t talk to people. For Mou Zong, it’s not a trivial matter. But he didn't care about him overnight, he felt that he was not at ease. Is it really close to the ink... No, it is near Zhu.

Lin Biao really does not use words, where is not good, how is it that the near ink is black?

And wind fast.

The building of Hefengzhai is very exquisite, and the pavilions and pavilions inside are beautiful, and the stream flows through the building and makes a sound of water. The male nuns did not live in the Dongfu, but lived in the pavilion. The flowers and trees are in harmony, so that the whole and the winds of the wind look like the heavenly fairy palace, the ground on the Taoyuan.

Anhe’s successor and Fengzhaizhai’s masters have been famous for a few years in Hefengzhai, but because the name of his Anhe’s son is too loud, the people of Yancheng almost love to call him a son, even he does The owner is not willing to change his mouth.

Fortunately, peace and peace do not mind, called by them. As the time of the Hundred Flowers Festival is getting closer and closer, the whole and the winds are busy, and even the owner of the Anhe should not be idle. It has been quietly practiced for several days.

"Master, the small courtyard in East Street, it seems that someone is staying." Anhe’s younger brother came in and saw Anhe calming his eyes. "If you are too tired, you should arrange a disciple to visit."

"But that small courtyard?" An He opened his eyes and looked solemn. More than three hundred years ago, he became a disciple of He Fengzhai. Because his talents were very good, his elders in Zhaizhong did not let him intervene in idle affairs. In the past 100 years, he had hardly ever bothered anything except cultivation.

When he was one hundred and eighty years old, Master returned with a serious injury. After returning, he built a small courtyard in the best section of East Street and told him that the owner of the small courtyard was his savior. Shortly afterwards, He Fengzhai attached to the Shuguang Zongmen, but Master’s body was not as good as one day.

He knew that the injury caused the master to hurt the foundation, so in the next hundred years, he practiced harder and harder. Just a few years ago, he was promoted to the Yuan Ying period, and the master passed the position of the owner. He. Five years ago, Master fell, and he specifically explained him before the fall. If the owner of the small courtyard came, he must be regarded as a guest.

He promised it, but in recent years, in addition to a few servants in the small courtyard, no one has ever entered or gone. He even began to suspect that perhaps the master of Master has long since fallen. Now I heard the younger brother said that the owner of the small courtyard appeared, and he was indeed very surprised.

"Prepare, I personally visit." Anhe stood up. "This person is a great benefactor of Master's life. There must be no half-point negligence."

"Yes." The younger brother saw that the peace and attitude were so cautious and should be down. "The brothers have to change their clothes."

"Take me a piece of Xiangyun Tianxi robes, and I want to use the latest one from Yumen." Anhe thought about it. "Take the flying sky in the morning, and bring in the front of the guests." Can't be rude."

The younger brother wants to talk and stop, he feels that wearing a gorgeous and polite is two different things. But he also knows that his brother’s little sister is good, and he retired according to his words.

Huayu Street outside East Street is very beautiful, but it is not open to tourists and is very quiet. An He rode in the sky and walked on the flower rain street, such as jade's face was very serious.

When I came outside the small courtyard, some disciples stepped on the door. However, after waiting for a long time, no one came to the door.

"The lord, perhaps the master is not there." The disciple who knocked on the door said, "It is better for us to come again tomorrow."

"Go and knock again." Ann and his expression did not change. He deliberately dressed up and went out today. If he couldn't see it, what was the use of him?

"Yes." The disciple saw An and looked distraught, did not dare to say more, continued to knock on the door, or no one should answer the door.

"Salad..." The expression on the face of the disciple was almost untenable. "It seems like no one."

Ann and looked at the closed door, his brows were slightly wrinkled, I am afraid that no one is not, but he did not want to pay attention to him.

He arched his hand toward the door: "Below the wind and the peace of the home, and ask the owner of the land to see you." He repaired it to the Yuan Ying, so the voice is not big, but it can be clearly passed into the yard.

After a while, the footsteps sounded behind the door, the door opened wide, and a middle-aged man in a green robe with a look of indifference stood behind the door.

The middle-aged man looked at his eyes and his face was not happy. Anhe met him as a Yuanying monk. He jumped from the horse and bowed to the middle-aged man. "In Xi'an, it is the new owner of Hefengzhai. Is the Taoist the owner of this hospital?"

"I was lucky enough to see the owner of the city at the gate of the city yesterday." The middle-aged man returned to the ceremony. "But I am not the owner of this place. My son is the master of this place. I don't know what the family is doing?"

Seeing a middle-aged man does not seem to want him to enter the door. Anhe explained: "The master who was in the early years has been favored by the noble son. In these years, he has not forgotten the grace of the son, and he still confessed to death. If he sees the son, he must Treat the VIPs with courtesy. Also ask the son to pity my master for a good heart and let him meet with him."

"The splendour of the Lord is my son, but he has never liked to talk, and he does not like to see foreigners. He also asks the son to forgive me." The middle-aged man sighed. "The fog is really falling, it is a great loss in the real world. Please Sayādaw."

Ann and smile: "Thank you for your help."

The middle-aged man saw him like this, and he was not good to say anything more. He handed him to him: "Please come back."

"If you don't like to talk, you don't bother to talk about it. Please ask my friends to take me inside. Let me see a gift to Grace." An He knows that many masters in the realm of the realm have quirks. This person can save Master. Explain that he is not low. He also did not want to bother the other party, but knew that Engong had already arrived at Yancheng, but he did not go to see the ceremony. He was afraid that Master would cast a dream on him and scream at him in his dreams.

"Then please ask the owner, I will ask my son."

"There are friends."

"The lord is polite."

An He respectfully waited outside the door for a while, only to wait until the middle-aged man appeared again. He quickly said, "I don't know if you can enter me?"

"Salad please." The middle-aged man made a gesture of asking.

"Thank you for your friend." An He walked into the door and saw the middle-aged man walking silently in front. "I don't know the name of You Gao, how do you call you?"

"You don't have to surname Lin, the people outside call me an old forest." The middle-aged man looked back at him. "If the lord does not disregard it, call me an old forest."

"It turned out to be Lin Daoyou." An He arched his hand at him, and his thoughts were spinning fast, but no matter how he thought, he did not remember that a Yuan Ying, a surname of Lin, had been followed by others.

Throughout the realm of cultivation, there are very few monks who have been repaired by Yuan Ying. With such cultivation, it is better to be an servant than to be a servant.

"Salad, my son is in the main hall." Lin Daoyou stopped, "Please."

Anhe picked up the stairs and stopped when he saw the face of the man sitting in the main position.

He gave birth to a regret.

He should not come here.

Why do men with such looks in the world?