I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Twenty years of Fuling, the seventh day of September.

The sky is vast and distant, blue and transparent.

The snow lady carries two gray-furred hares in one hand and a large handful of red wildflowers in the other, which are fragrant and refreshing.

The mouth gently hummed a song, like a clear spring flowing.

Xueniang walked into the Black Wind Village with brisk steps.

Zhu Jiuyin lay on the rattan chair, holding the wine gourd in one hand, squinting and basking in the sun.

A small whirlwind like a big cat fluttered and jumped up and down chasing a flower butterfly.

The hind legs were cold, and the furry body instantly soared into the air, whimpering, swallowing the butterfly into his mouth, and the fangs and sharp teeth clicked and bitten.

As for Han Xiangbone, who was not hanging an inch on his upper body, he pinched the ancient handprint and sat on the stone millstone plate that was three stacked together.

From time to time, he opened his mouth, rushed into the fiery red sun hanging in the heart of the sky, and inhaled the essence of the blazing sun.

As soon as the sun essence entered the body, the young county commander grinned with burning teeth.

Crystal clear beads of sweat slipped down hot cheeks and rolled over eight-pack abs cast in copper and iron.

The snow lady first divided the wildflowers into three handfuls and inserted them into three celadon bottles.

I put a bottle each on Zhu Jiuyin House, Han Xiangbone House, and myself and Little Whirlwind House.

After that, he began to peel and disembowew the two hares and prepare meals.

Before you know it, the sun is thinning.

Carrot stewed hares can be considered soft rotten.

Han Xiang’s bones gobbled up, and Xueniang was slow.

“Sister Feng, don’t you eat? Tastes great!

Han Xiangbone picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of red soup.

One bite, delicious to the heart.

“No, your sister Feng, I have always drank Mao Ru blood.”

The little whirlwind lying on the rattan chair stretched out his two paws and played with a round stone.

In contrast to the small whirlwind that can be played with relish with a stone, Zhu Jiuyin sits on the ridge of the house like a silent stone statue.

In the state of spirit, it is impossible to eat, let alone drink.

Even if you are basking in the sun, you can’t feel the slightest temperature.

Even if you stand on the top of the mountain, you can’t feel the coolness of the breeze blowing on your face.

The sky is full of sunshine, and the rivers and mountains are magnificent.

Look at him again at sunset.

He didn’t look at the setting sun.

“Aunt Xue, what do you say Master is thinking?”

“People who want to never see each other, people who want to be in a foreign land, may also think of nothing, just simply in a daze.”

Han Xiangbone: “Even if Master really walks out of the Zhoushan cave one day, he will not be free.” Snow

Maiden: “Why?”

Han Xiangbone: “What Master is imprisoned is not the body and spirit, but the heart.”

“That cave, that town, for Master, there are too many to give up.”

Luo Fu Chunting’s punch consumed Zhu Jiuyin’s eight-nine percent divine soul power.

Twenty years of Voling, early September nine.

Chung yeung festival.

After climbing high and looking far away, Zhu Jiuyin once again chose to sleep.

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Twenty years of Voling, early September tenth.

Fengdeng Lane, Xiangxiu County.

Pan Ping’er got up before dawn and prepared breakfast for Wujiro.

Wu Da Lang rummaged through the cabinets and found thick clothes for his brother to withstand the wind and cold.

Early morning.

Takejiro got up and washed a little, biting into the freshly baked baked biscuits, drinking stomach-warming corn porridge, and eating small pickles, the wind swept the clouds.

The Youth County Order entrusted the heavy responsibility of building the road to Wusong.

Wu Erlang is particularly attentive, and these days he has led his subordinates to serve on mission, running almost all over Xiangxiu County.

The adult said that the new road must be long, and it must lead to the provinces.

It must be wide, and the official road must accommodate at least three carriages side by side, and villages and towns also need one carriage to travel unimpeded.

It is also necessary to be hardened to a certain extent, even after the heavy rains in the summer, the traders and people can immediately hit the road.

It won’t be muddy and potholes, and you have to wait for two or three days of sun exposure.

If the new road is to be hardened, it must not be sand and gravel.

After days of rushing to see thousands of peaks, Takejiro finally chose to open the stone of the mountain.

The mountain is majestic enough and its stones hard enough.

It’s a little farther away from Xiangxiu County, nearly two hundred miles over the mountains, and can’t go home often.

The sun rises.

Takejiro says goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law.

Wu Da Lang said softly: “Erlang, the county master entrusted you with a heavy responsibility, in order to repay the grace of the adults, and for the sake of our Xiang embroidery of all the people and future generations, you need to spare all your efforts to repair these ten million roads.”

“With your brother in charge, you don’t need to worry.”

Wu Song: “After Erlang leaves, my brother needs to leave late and return early, don’t have a dispute with others, and wait for Erlang to come back.”

Pan Ping’er, who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the side, interjected: “Erlang is now the county master and the former big red man, is a henchman, which family in Xiangxiu County does not have long eyes, eats bear heart leopard gall, dare to bully the martial artist?!”

“It’s yourself, don’t always lead the way, it’s very dangerous to open the mountain, don’t be stoned to death.”

“Sister-in-law doesn’t wear linen for you.”

Wu Erlang was not angry, but smiled at Pan Ping’er, “Sister-in-law’s words, Erlang remember.” ”

Hmph~”

Pan Ping’er snorted coldly, straightened her slightly bulging abdomen, and walked out of the house with the bowl and chopsticks.

Yes, Pan Ping’er is happy, it has been four months, and according to the doctor, nine times out of ten it is a handle.

The younger brother became a confidant of the county prince, and the wife became pregnant again.

Wu Da Lang, who is happy at the door, is happy these days, like soaking in a honeypot.

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Twenty years of Voling, early September tenth.

This day is a day worth remembering the whole territory of Xiangxiu County.

On this day, it was recorded in the county record by those old people with high moral integrity in Xiangxiu County.

First, Hu Chong, a county official, housekeeper and master of the second household, drove to the Canglan River with a mighty laborer.

Immediately, the new military housekeeper, Wujia Erlang, led the same mighty laborers to Mount Huangshan, two hundred miles away.

Finally, the supervisor of the torture ward was sunny at noon, followed by three or four hundred black-pressed crowds, and went to the meeting and village.

Since the beginning of the meeting and village, open up land and expand fields, which is the meaning of the county grandfather.

Gongs and drums are loud, firecrackers are sounding, and there are even lion dances.

The gate of the city is very lively, quite lively, crowded and rubbing.

The people shouted: “Han Qingtian! –

Stone Street.

Simmens mansion, hall residence.

With a crisp sound, the blue and white porcelain tea cup was directly shattered, and the hot tea splashed everywhere.

“I’ll fuck Han Qingtian!”

Old man Ximen Zhu jumped like thunder, holding the wine altar Qingyi small house and was frightened.

“Fuck! Take Lao Tzu’s money and do his own business Han Taiping!

“It is not Lao Tzu who is admired by thousands of people!”

“I can’t swallow this breath!!”

Old man Simon gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, the color of the ground changed.

Put your palm to your mouth, take a sip, and spit out an old tooth.

“Sir, give it to me quickly, I will bury you under the tree, and I will be able to grow a full mouth of strong canine teeth next year.”

A crisp snap.

Old man Ximen slapped the mouth and nose of the small fan holding the wine altar Qingyi and sprayed blood, “Go to the city gate and see if Lin Ye has returned!”

“Two million taels of silver! I don’t believe in the Lord’s family, so I can’t help a small seven-pin sesame official! ”

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