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

Voling 3rd year, September 24.

As the sun rises in the east, a horse-drawn carriage stops at a fork in the road.

The old man called Han Jing took his grandson out of the car, and both grandfather and grandson looked at the bluestone standing in front of him.

“Qi people and Wei dogs are not allowed to enter the mountain.

Childish Tong asked, “Grandpa, Wei Gou should be the royal family of the Zhao clan of the Wei State and its minions, Qi people… Is it our Northern Qi?” the

old man smiled wryly and nodded.

The childish expression was slightly surprised, because Northern Qi was one of the ten strongest countries of Xiangang.

The Jixia School Palace, one of the five poles of the world, is in the territory of Northern Qi.

There are hundreds of countries in Xiangang, and there are strange people and strange people, choose one country, and apply the four arts of ministers.

Or trapping dragon art, limiting imperial power and making the country a kingdom.

Or Fulong Shu, who spares his best to assist the king, but the essence of the country is the whole world.

Or from the dragon art, choose one of the many princes and emperors to assist him and help him ascend to the throne. The wind of failure is tight, and success is above 10,000 people under one person.

Or dragon slayering, choose the son of one day, assist him in rebellion, overthrow the old court, and establish a new regime.

These strange people who stir the world, heaven and earth as chessboards, and are born as pawns, are the latter of a hundred countries.

And all the thousands of Jiao, six out of ten are from the Jixia School Palace.

Northern Qi, one of the Ten Kingdoms, and Jixia School Palace, one of the five poles of the world, are like the sun and the moon combined.

The reason why the childish children were surprised was not because ‘Qi people are not allowed to enter’.

It’s not ‘Wei dogs are not allowed’.

It’s ‘Qi people and Wei dogs are not allowed to enter’.

People may ridicule the faint light of fire, but they will never laugh at the bright light of the moon.

This must be seen by the group of princes and brothers of Northern Qi, and this mountain range must not be turned upside down.

“Grandpa, is this line of small words engraved by that Qi Qing Qi National Master?” the

childish boy said curiously: “Mr. Qi is a Qi person, and he is also a Qi master.”

“What happened in the past that made Mr. Qi rather give up all fame and fortune and leave our Northern Qi?”

To put it bluntly, this Wei State has a hundred national divisions tied together, and it is not comparable to a finger of the Qi State National Master.

“Alas~” The

old man gently rubbed the small words on his belly, and said faintly: “Ask what love in the world is, and directly teach life and death.” ”

……

The Taihang Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, which is different from the hell on earth outside.

The mountains are green and the sea is green, there are many rabbits walking in the forest, and there are flocks of blue sky birds.

After walking through a narrow bend, a clear river jumped into view.

From afar, it looks like a green belt around the waist of a goddess.

“Water!” Cang

Xue was shocked, and the mountains here were actually heaven and earth.

After being stunned for a while, the girl ran down the ancient road like a yellow sparrow, and flew towards the Qingjiang River with joy.

Just as the girl bowed and drank the river water, the carriage surnamed Han Yesun galloped by the ancient road on the river.

……

Three years of Voling, September 26.

The sun is shining and the sky is blue.

Outside the town, on the banks of the Taiping River, in front of the Shenmu Forest.

Inside the fence yard, the copper basin on the desk is filled with steaming dog bones, as well as a small bowl of secret hot and sour sauce, plus a pot of bamboo leaf green.

Tsing Yi held a bone-removing knife, and slowly picked the meat on the bones piece by piece in a white porcelain bowl.

About a quarter of an hour later.

Bones go to rhubarb, fragrant meat to Tsing Yi.

Grab a slice of chopsticks and take a hot and sour bath in the thick juice.

Tsing Yi put the meat slices into his mouth and chewed carefully.

“Bashi~”

picked up the wine cup and was about to drink it.

Qi Qingyan’s face suddenly changed.

In the next second, Tsing Yi picked up the desk and rushed into the stove like a bolt of lightning.

The next second, the stove door was locked.

In the third second, he lazily lay on a rattan chair in the shade of a tree.

In the fourth second, with a wave of the big sleeve, the aroma of the meat in the courtyard dissipated in an instant.

In the fifth second, the three lacquer pupils closed slightly, and the snoring was like thunder.

The sound of car rumbling is getting closer and closer.

Rhubarb concentrated on clicking, clicking.

‘Oops, the bones forgot to bury~’

The crunching stopped abruptly.

The grandson surnamed Han got off the carriage.

The old man stood in front of the courtyard gate, his cloudy eyes cast to the sleeping Qing Yi on the rattan chair in the shade of the tree.

The look was extremely complicated.

The shock and regret of seeing him shining brightly and shining for hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, but only burned out in an instant.

I have seen that although he is fierce and fierce in spite of the thousands of people, I sincerely envy him.

I saw his proud style of bowing down to a thousand husbands and bowing his head to be a cow, and I deeply admired him.

What’s more, after the passage of time, the refreshing spirit of meeting the mountains and rivers again.

The old man’s eyes were slightly red, but the corners of his mouth curved.

Staring directly at the childish child in Qing Yi, the two lacquer pupils glared at the boss.

If you really expect more, the greater the disappointment.

Honored as the national master of the Qi State and one of the seventy-two Confucians of the Jixia Academy Palace, how could the snoring be so heaven-shaking?!

……

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour ….

Unconsciously, Tsing Yi had been pretending to sleep for three hours.

Straight from the sun to the thin west mountain.

There are flies falling on the face, rubbing small hands, extremely itchy.

There are bees lying on the back of their palms, and suddenly the needle drops, which is extremely painful.

There were sparrows flying by, snapping, and filth splashed in the hair.

Rao is so, Tsing Yi still hasn’t opened his eyes.

Even though the four legs of the grandfather surnamed Han were numb for a long time, he still did not dare to make a sound, lest he disturb the beautiful dreams of the immortals.

Night falls and the sky is full of stars.

The snoring gradually subsides.

Tsing Yi really slept over.

September 27.

As the sun rises.

The snoring started again.

Two hours later.

Tsing Yi could no longer hold it.

Slowly opened his eyes, pretended to stretch, and startled several flies to flee in panic.

“Oh, this is not…”

Qing Yi looked at the old man at the entrance of the courtyard, pretending to be surprised.

After remembering it for a long time, I didn’t remember what the old man’s name was.

“Master Qi, junior Han Jing, my father and you were once classmates.

Qing Yi suddenly said, “You are the eldest son of Han Cheng’s junior brother.

“I remember I once hugged you and nourished me. The

old man’s old face turned red.

“After the deceased, come in.

Qi Qingqian beckoned.

The old man smiled.

The childish child looked at Qing Yi, who was bitten by mosquitoes, and sighed softly in his heart, “Why bother~”

….

A quarter of an hour later.

Qing Yi looked at the vicissitudes of the old man’s face and frowned: “Your grandfather and grandson have traveled a million miles and came to Wei Kingdom to find me, just to let me name your grandson?!”

The old man added: “There are still words.”

Qi Qingyan moved his gaze to the childish child beside the old man.

Tsing Yi knew what kind of little calculations the old man was making.

The old man also knew that Tsing Yi knew what kind of little calculation he was making.

“When I was studying, my blood was square, and Mo said that women, Rao smelled flowers, and I couldn’t help but feel like a horse.

“Full of irritability, there is nowhere to vent.

“At the moment of life and death crisis, it was Junior Brother Han who gave me a copy of “Cutting the Lantern New Words”.

“This grace is as high as the sky and as thick as the earth. The

old man immediately grinned happily.

Because Tsing Yi agreed to give names and words.

Qi Qingyan closed his eyes slightly, ready to think of a domineering name for the child.

‘Damn, it’s all about Cutting the Lights’ in my head. ‘

For the first erotic novel I read in my life, even after more than a hundred years, Tsing Yi can still recite it backwards.

Reluctantly opened his eyes and looked around.

But I saw that Rhubarb was still gnawing on the pile of bones.

Qing Yi’s eyes lit up, “Your grandson will be called Qi Xiangbone in the future.”

“Ahem, Master Qi, this is my grandson.

“Sorry, it’s Han Xiangbone. The

old man cautiously reminded, “Master Qi, there are still words.” ”

The sound of running water drifted from outside the courtyard to your ears.

Tsing Yi made a decision immediately.

“Taiping!”

PS: Next, Taiping.