Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

On the steps, Chen Yi held his face in his hands and looked at the two people playing calmly, feeling a wave of emotion in his heart.

His eyes moved slightly, and he was thinking a lot.

She smiles sweetly from time to time, and I don't know what she is thinking, but looking at her intoxicated expression, she must be very happy.

"Chen Yi...Chen Yi?"

All she heard was someone calling her name.

In his consciousness, the hazy boy's appearance gradually became blurred, and was replaced by a fleshy, big-faced plate.

"Chen Yi?"

Cheng Yong walked up to Chen Yi and waved his hand in front of her face.

"ah?"

Chen Yi was startled, shouted, and regained consciousness. He subconsciously moved back and looked at Cheng Yong warily.

"Ahem."

Cheng Yong touched his nose, but he didn't expect Chen Yi's reaction to be so big. It was a bit embarrassing.

"Uh, gotta go."

The blush spreads to the roots of the ears.

Chen Yi also realized that his reaction was a bit too big, and Prajna Mosquito replied, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Cheng Yong was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, "It's okay."

As he spoke, he pointed in a direction and spoke.

"Old Qin said there is more spiritual energy over there, so let's go there, and the cultivation will be faster."

"good…"

…

The clouds were rarely sparse, and it couldn't be said to be a clear sky, but the sun was still shining brightly.

Wisps of golden light sprinkled down, and combined with a little bit of the shape-shifting wind, it seemed even more uncomfortable.

on the street.

Qin Ye and the other three walked leisurely, with one or two funny voices heard from time to time, adding a touch of fun to the somewhat boring journey.

Of course, there is only a hint of...

After all, between a wooden person and a person who is not a wooden person but is similar, no matter how bad you talk, it will still be a one-man show after all.

Along the way, Cheng Yong looked here and there, but soon lost interest and became bored.

There was nothing I could do, there were houses all around, and they all looked exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold. Moreover, as I walked, I found that even the houses were missing a lot.

As for evil spirits? Not to mention.

Not to mention whether they can discover it, even if they can discover it, as the weakest among several trial places, can they beat the protagonist group?

Cheng Yong yawned.

"Old Qin, do you think Weiyu is as bored as us now? We have to ask then."

"And Zhao Feifan, he is a militant, he should be very happy with his job, right? I'll have to ask about it then."

"Hey, by the way, Shen Moxuan is in a wheelchair. What if he encounters stairs?"

"When the time comes... forget it, I won't ask about this. I'm afraid he'll hit me, but I can't beat him."

"..."

Qin Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at him.

I don’t know if they are boring or not, but I think you are quite boring.

The kind that makes your balls hurt when you are idle...

After walking like this for almost an hour, finally, a magnificent mansion appeared in front of them.

Blue bricks and white walls, red pillars and stone tiles.

On the upper edge of the mansion gate, where the bricks and tiles hang low, a plaque hangs neatly, with two large golden characters engraved on it - Xijing

On both sides of the palace gate, two huge stone lions stand majestic with stone balls in their mouths.

In the corner, there is also a grievance drum placed casually, looking like a county government office.

"Oh ho!"

Cheng Yong's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested and shouted loudly, "Old Qin, look at the ancient government!"

Smoke started coming from the soles of his feet, and he ran to the door of the mansion. He looked at the two stone lions and touched them directly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he's so handsome. If he could move it to his doorstep, then... his Thai pants would be hot."

As he spoke, he giggled unconsciously, already imagining that scene in his mind.

"Hey hey hey..."

"You two come here quickly."

He waved and shouted loudly. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted the injustice drum in the corner, and felt an inexplicable commotion in his heart.

Beating drums to complain?

I'll try it too.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

A series of drum beats sounded, low and solemn, echoing throughout the government office, but the sound stopped abruptly before it rang a few times.

I saw a thick cloud of dust flying in front of the drum, like a black curtain, covering Cheng Yong's entire body, preventing any light from shining through.

"Ahem," Cheng Yong coughed twice and quickly ran out in disgrace.

From the baptism of time.

In less than two seconds, Cheng Yong felt like he had eaten a pound of dirt, as if he was grinding his teeth.

"Ha tui ~ bah bah bah..."

He directly put on the mask of pain and cursed angrily.

"It's so filthy!"

"A mouthful of spit, half a mouthful of foam, half a mouthful of dirt!"

At this time, Qin Ye and the others also walked over.

Seeing Cheng Yong's embarrassment, Qin Ye laughed loudly and taunted him mercilessly, "Hahaha, fat man, why are you still doing as the Romans do?"

"Pfft~"

Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh, and then suppressed it for a moment, trying to stay calm.

However, her red cheeks revealed her true thoughts. It was unclear whether she was shy or suppressing a smile...

Cheng Yong's face darkened and he shouted.

"Hey? You old Qin, you dare to taunt me. Just wait and see if I beat you or not..."

The next second,

"Ouch, ouch, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

After a while.

Everything is calm.

Qin Ye waved his hand, flicked his sleeves, and walked directly to the depths of the government office. He didn't pay attention to Cheng Yong's resentful eyes. Chen Yi glanced at him and quickly followed.

"Ahem, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty, wait until one day, see how I push you to the ground and rub you."

Cheng Yong shouted loudly.

It truly explains what it means to be soft all over the body, only the mouth is hard.

"Are you leaving or not?"

A voice came from the distance, and Cheng Yong immediately changed his face and said flatteringly, "Come on, come on..."

A man can bend and stretch...

You have to be soft when you should be soft...

yard.

A locust tree is opposite the gate. It is thick but old. It has no branches and leaves. It is surrounded by rotten wood. It is unknown how many years it has lived.

Qin Ye just glanced at it lightly and continued walking deeper.

If it had been in the past, he would have been surprised. Now, he has gone into the Imperial Tomb, and when he saw these things, he would be like that.

Walking leisurely and leisurely, absorbing the spiritual energy flowing around, turning it into spirits and nourishing the meridians.

The state has its own destiny, and the clan has its own destiny. Naturally, the government also has its own destiny, and it will also be involved in the national destiny to a certain extent.

Even if the national luck is in a downturn, the luck here will be stronger than in ordinary places. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, which is incomparable.

Perhaps because of the strong aura, Qin Ye felt cool and comfortable when he breathed out. Of course, this was completely different from breathing heavily into the air conditioner.

Deep in the yard,

The green brick pavement, rockery stands, leisurely pavilion, red sleeves and fragrant door, coupled with the carvings that can be seen everywhere, all reveal an elegant atmosphere.

At this time, Li Bai's figure appeared in his mind.

Half lying down with the wine in his hand, he took a sip and said, "The place is a good place, but the people are not good people."

"Hahaha…"

The First Emperor sat on the transformed dragon chair, picked up the golden dragon bottle, took a sip, and said with a smile, "What the Sword Immortal said is true, I think so too..."