Inadvertently Invincible

I want to run.

Absolutely have to run.

How can I live such an empty and tasteless life.

Xia Zhangjiao deliberately pitted him, and this situation is still somewhat unsolvable. Reading and writing is not a bad thing. According to the old lady's life experience, she naturally agrees, so this is the time to be taught.

The old adulterer is cunning and tries his best to pit him.

The power of contradiction is indeed huge enough.

Noon.

"Mother, now it's time to eat. The baby wants to make a lunch for the mother. I wonder if the mother can let the baby go out and prepare the ingredients." Lin Fan said.

Wei Wei said: "Want to be lazy?"

"No, I definitely don't want to be lazy. Mother, please wait for a while, and the baby should prepare now." Lin Fan closed the book and ran to Zhentian Feng immediately. wasted.

Only when they make chicken soup is their true destination. Although the colorful chicken is Ye Zhentian, the whole is Ye Zhentian. Who makes him disrespect to my master, and the master is likely to be stabbed by him? A meal.

Qizhen Tianfeng.

Lin Fan was rampant and no one dared to stop. All the disciples witnessed Lin Fan rushed into the henhouse, jumped the colorful chicken, and then left with a colorful chicken.

As for Ye Zhentian, he didn't show up. Perhaps he knew he could do nothing, so he didn't want to come forward.

But the specific situation is hard to say.

But these are not important at all. Whether Ye Zhentian knows or not, nothing will change anyway.

After Lin Fan left.

Qiye Zhentian stood in the distance and looked at where the colorful chicken was.

"Lin Fan, I Ye Zhentian will definitely make you pay for it." Ye Zhentian wanted to block it, but he knew that the other party ’s current limelight was too strong to counter it, so it was the same for the noodles. Able to pay in yourself.

Is not colorful chicken.

Although precious, it is up to you to see when you can last.

For the disciples of Zhen Tianfeng, they felt that Brother Lin was overbearing. The colorful chicken was Brother Ye's baby. Now Brother Ye does not come out to stop it. What does this mean?

It didn't take long.

Zhe Linfan walked into the room carrying food.

"Mother, come and **** craft."

He prepared three dishes and one soup. Among them, the colorful chicken is the main dish. The taste of this chicken soup is too fragrant. No accessories are needed, and the aroma naturally forms.

Wei Wei You was shocked. She did not expect that Fan Er had such a skill.

Cultivation to such an extent that she has not eaten anything for a long time, but Fan Er's intentions cannot be rejected

For this meal, Lin Fan has exerted 300% of his strength. If he wants his mother to change her mind, she must start by changing herself.

I have become the son of others.

That must be filial.

Zhang Zhang taught the old man that even if he targeted me again, he would still be unable to serve my mother like me.

"Mother, the baby will give you a bowl of soup and taste it." Lin Fan is very hardworking, full of a bowl of soup, and puts a chicken leg, the fragrance is fluttering.

Is it spicy or not?

Wei Weiyou's eyes were full of relief, and she took a sip slowly, "Well, yes, Fan's craftsmanship is really good."

"Hey, can this be a joke?" Lin Fan was secretly proud of himself, and he was very confident in his craft.

Wei Weiyou eats very fragrant. It seems that cooking depends on people.

Lin Linfan slowly walked to the window and looked up at the glare sun, but even the glare of the sun still could not block his sight.

"Faner, thinking?" Wei You asked.

"Mother, in this situation, the child has thoughts and thoughts." Lin Fan's tone was a little low, as if recalling something.

Xi Weiyou's distressed, "I have something to tell my mother, don't hide it in my heart."

Lin Linfan shook his head and sighed, with a hint of thought hidden in his eyes, and said leisurely: "Mother, the baby has just responded to the situation and has a poem in his heart, which is enough to express what the child thinks."

Wei Weiyou became interested. She did not expect that Fan Er would still write poetry. This was a meeting of literary talents, and she was looking forward to it.

Lin Linfan stood with his hands up, looking up at the sky.

"The sun in front of the window is suspected to be on the ground, raise your head to look at the sun, and lower your head in tears."

"homesick."

The scene at this time, in line with Lin Fan's emotions, is somewhat artistic.

Wei Wei wondered, as if there was something wrong, but she could n’t know what was wrong. After all, her education is not high, and if she is really high, it is impossible to not educate her children.

"Mother, the scene at this time is based on the day, which is naturally inappropriate. If it is night and the moon is hanging at night, this poem is another mood."

"Baby talk to mother."

"The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the moon and look down at your hometown."

"Children have lived in Jiangdu City for a long time. Although they have no relatives and no reason, they have some close friends. They have no chance to cultivate the immortals, but they have hope for the children. The children have promised them that as long as they can enter the fairy gate, they must take them to see Look."

Lin Linfan doesn't want to read books, and because of his knowledge, there is nothing better to read. He just wants to make a wave and feel the warm and cold in the world, there is no other meaning.

Zhang Zhang taught the old man to pit him, and he must fight to the end.

Nothing for nothing.

He just wants to tell everyone that no one can pit me.

Xi Weiyou looked at Fan'er with glowing eyes, never thinking that Fan'er could have such literary talents. Only a moment, the poems displayed were extraordinary.

"Fan, if you want to go back and see, agree with you for your mother, you will arrange for someone to protect you back."

She felt the sadness that Fan'er sent out from her heart, it was homesickness.

Wu Weiyou also thought of her hometown. Unfortunately, she had been practicing for too long, and her hometown was long gone. Even if it was passed down by descendants, who knew she was a member there.

"But the children read and write ... hey, mother, the truth is, these children can't read these books, because these books are just talking on paper."

"It's better to walk thousands of miles to read thousands of books."

孩 "Children have experienced all kinds of sadness and warmth in the world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The heart is like a mirror, and there are many truths in it. Children have their own rules in their hearts. The road to preschool is just a step in the dust.

"Xiuxian asked, in the end, he walked around the world, acting with his heart, no matter what good or evil, just asking for conscience."

Lin Linfan turned into a philosophical fan, saying that he himself did not know what it was.

But it doesn't matter how it all comes together, that is the principle.

Wei Weiyou heard Fan Er's remarks, but at first it didn't feel how it was, but she could scrutinize it, and suddenly, the mind trembled, thinking and thinking.

"Faner, you are right. These books are ordinary books. They cultivate only mortals. Regardless of good or evil, clear conscience is the essence of cultivation."

"These books can't teach you, it's because the mother is in a magic barrier."

Get the job done.

Fight with me, teach the old man that you are still a little tender.