Copper Coins

That was actually a narrow door on the side porch of the patio. There was a narrow path behind the door, which was not embarrassed in the fire wall. It was a bit aggressive, and it would be ignored if you didn't pay attention.

As soon as Xuan Merci's voice fell, a "gull" came from behind the narrow door wall, as if a floating bluestone slab was stepped on and shaken.

Master Liu's complexion changed slightly, and he smiled and said, "There is a partial house, which is also in my house. It doesn't interfere with things, it doesn't interfere with it. The master might as well come—hush, what do you do out?"

He wanted to bring Xuan Merci's gaze back to the main house. Who knew what had just been said halfway, a figure emerged behind the narrow door.

It was a young man wearing a thick gray and blue robe. It looked like he was in his early twenties. He was probably his peers with Xuan Merci. However, his expression was grotesque, his hands were on the wall of the door, his face was timid and curious, like a drooping child hiding behind the door and watching the visitors.

He was sipped by Master Liu, and suddenly he was at a loss as to what to do. He subconsciously shrank back toward the door, but did not fully shrink, and still showed half of his face.

There were no bright lanterns there, so the man's features seemed very vague.

Xue Xian couldn't see his appearance, but he intuitively felt that the man had a bad relationship with Master Liu. He quietly asked Jiang Shining with his voice: "Who is this person? Do you recognize it?"

Jiang Shining didn't even glance at it: "I haven't been to Shiye's Mansion. Where can I recognize it?"

Xuan Merci frowned and looked at Master Liu, who was obviously unnatural. He raised his foot and walked towards the narrow door.

"Hey, Master—" Master Liu probably never saw such a monk who didn't consider himself an outsider, and he screamed after him: "He might as well, really. He is my uncontestable eldest son Liu Chong. My own Nothing suspicious. "

He was probably afraid that the eldest son who seemed to have some problems was ugly in front of him, and when he could n’t help Xuan sympathy, he rushed to the door and waved his hand again. Stay in the room. Dad is talking to the master. "

That being said, I got another scandalous amount of mystery.

Xuan Merci's tone was cold: "You put a" Qushui into Mingtang "in front of your hall. This bureau emphasizes that the east and the west gather wind, the north and the south gather air, and the balance between yin and yang. But you are a wind vent in the west.

What's more, this southwest corner is still obscure and dark, and it is obviously not a balanced situation.

Xue Xian followed his words, glanced at the gloomy narrow lane behind the narrow door, and said to his heart: either the person that Master Liu had invited to the layout was a half-hanger, or ... the narrow lane was that Master Liu himself later sent people to expand from.

Sure enough, when Master Liu heard Xuan Merci's words, he suddenly looked a bit unnatural. He opened his mouth awkwardly and said, "It's true, this narrow lane was later changed."

Between words, Xuan Merci had crossed the threshold and stood behind the narrow door.

When Liu Chong's eldest son Liu Chong saw the guest came to the front, he first touched the wall and retreated a few steps, and then he smiled a little slyly.

Xue Xian noticed that his legs and feet were not so flexible, it was not a disease, but he looked very clumsy. He is not bad at all. He looks at his mother and not his father at the first sight. He has white eyes and big eyes. He should have been clever, and he should be very happy when he laughs. But because of his naive eyes, his smile showed three-point foolishness.

Obviously, this Liu Chong is a fool.

Previously, no matter how Master Liu greeted, whether hard or soft, Xuan Mercy looked like hesitant. At this moment, he was smirking at a silly idiot, but Xuan Merci suddenly seemed to know the "lishu"-he nodded to Liu Chong. Although still expressionless, it was a response.

Master Liu's face suddenly became green. Obviously, in the eyes of Xuan Merci, he was a fool like a county master.

There is more than one lane behind the narrow door.

Xue Xian lay on the back of the dark bag and looked around. The end of the narrow lane is not a dead end, but a room that is not very eye-catching. The house was so stingy that at first glance it seemed to be used for stowage. However, Xue Xian saw that the fool Liu Chong was timidly retreating to the room.

A person who is ignorant of the world will run towards a place where he can feel at ease when he meets a stranger. It's either your father or mother, or your own house. This is what Xue Xian noticed in the world for more than half a year.

Liu Chong undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

Xue Xiandeng thought that Master Liu was a strange person-which dad would let his son live in such a ghostly place without light? Is this raising his son as a gopher?

What's more, this room doesn't know what's going on. If it weren't for the first time to see it was a room for living people, Xue Xian would have doubted that there were grave hills.

Before Master Liu veiled secretly, he was afraid that Xuan Mian would see the house, but Xuan Mian saw it. He can only have an old face, and there is no silver in two hundred and two places to explain: "My son has a strange temperament, he doesn't like liveliness, and always says he wants to live in a quiet place."

Xue Xian: "..." Listen to you farting! Why don't you just take him to live in the wild grave **** outside the city, where there is the quietest, and not so heavy here.

With this kind of swearing, Master Liu himself couldn't help himself a little, and he coughed, and then wanted to break away: "The master said the narrow way?"

Hyun Mercy said, "And this house."

"If I send someone to block the high window in the south of the house, will the air vent on the west be gone?" Master Liu asked.

"Block it?" Xuan Mian repeated it coldly, then frowned and pointed at Liu Chong: "He doesn't need to pant?"

Master Liu: "This ... is not well thought out, not well thought out."

In two sentences, Xue Xian's impression of Master Liu was very bad: the eldest son was just a little stupid, and when he was a father, he ignored his life.

What's even more ridiculous is that this Master Liu was blocked by Xuan Mian, and he looked helpless. It seems that he didn't even think that Liu Chong could be moved out of this house, and then this venting port would be blocked.

The sky was brighter again, and the outline of the rest of the house seemed to be clear from the water. Only in this room, the threshold is still vague and gloomy.

Xuan Mian, like Xue Xian, also noticed the unusual anger here.

A good home, even in the southwest corner where it is easy to accumulate overcast, should not be so gloomy. There is something really weird about it.

Xuan Merci didn't even look at Master Liu, so he lifted his feet and walked towards the hut.

Stupid Liu Chong grabbed his hair and didn't seem to understand why this guest went to his room in good order. He stood blankly for a while, and seemed to be intrigued as if he had met his playmate. He touched the wall and hurried a few steps to catch up with Xuan Mercy.

A man in his early twenties didn't have the need to be stable. He walked a little bit, even if he wanted to be side by side with Xuan Merci, he was very restless, suddenly leading a few steps, and suddenly a few feet behind. His eyes were very focused. From beginning to end, he stared at Xuan Merci's waist, as if he saw something strange, his eyes moved.

The fool didn't look elsewhere, it was the mouth of the dark bag.

Xue Xian, lying there, felt that Mao was going to blow up, and he was uncomfortable. Partially, he didn't dodge in time, and at this time he couldn't shrink back. Can't you move while this fool is staring? It was a little scary to have a little thing. If he was so excited that he couldn't stop himself, and something he couldn't stop, it wouldn't be great.

Not far from the house, Xuan Merci was tall and long, and walked to the house momentarily.

From Xue Xian's perspective, he just saw the three-point scene from the half-opened door, and was shocked. There was a pile of yellow things on the other side of the mountain. At first glance, it was gold ingots. If you look at it again, you will find that it is not genuine gold ingots, but paper folding.

It's the kind of oily yellow paper that is burned to burn the dead ingot!

Xue Xianzheng was surprised. Liu Cong, who had been beside Xuan Mu and followed him, said, "Well ... can I play this?"

He said, and pointed to the waist of Xuan Mercy.

Xuan Merci glanced down at his waist, and for a moment did not respond to what Liu Chong was pointing at.

"Yellow paper." Liu Chong pointed again.

This time Xuan Merci saw it clearly, he was referring to the paper man lying on his back in the dark bag.

Xue Xian: "………………………………" What the hell? !! This fool ate the bear heart leopard gall? True dragons with heads, feet and scales dare to play! Still alive?

What can a fool know, paper-like things can be split in his hands twice, and one accidentally can tear into eight petals!

Xue Xian imagined it, and suddenly felt the unspeakable pain in the ineffable, and suddenly he couldn't care more. He retracted his hand to the dark bag, and stabbed the bald donkey fiercely through white linen. Dao: If you dare to send it out, I won't let you go to heaven!

Hyun Mercy: "..." How can this evil barrier be so skinny?