Infinite World Traveler

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Huang Chao wakes up at dawn every day. After washing, he transported light power to the forest behind the Chongyang Palace, breathing the cool morning air, and conducting the necessary morning lessons every day. His martial arts have overwhelmed three generations of disciples, and the second generation of disciples are not necessarily his opponents. He is aloof in the Quanzhen religion, and no one is in charge of his practice.

He fought a few strokes and made thirty-six weeks of vomiting, and the sun had risen very high. Facing the mountain breeze, Huang Chao took out bamboo flute and played a few pieces at will, while practicing internal skills and music. The sonic power of this era can never be yelled, even if it is Western poison Ouyang Feng, it can also play a wrought iron kite. You ca n’t go out to meet people without first-hand music. Huang Chao was directed by Huang Rong and began to learn to play bamboo flute, inheriting the fine tradition of Taohua Island.

His internal strength is successful, and there is no need to be urged, and the sound of flute can be spread far away. He is skillful and has beautiful tunes, and he is not afraid of making noise to disturb the people.

A few days after Guo Jing left, Qiu Chuji suddenly summoned his disciples and said to them: "Here comes a big wicked person in Hebei, and some people from the same river issued a hero post, inviting us to teach you all to help. I will go to watch with your uncle Look. When you are away, you should practice well. Later, if you do n’t understand, go and ask Uncle Ma. "

"Yes." Huang Chao replied and sent off Qiu Chuji and others with his masters and uncles. Quanzhen Religion is spread all over the north, there are countless believers, and there are many teaching affairs. Quanzhen Qizi often has to come forward to help people solve problems, which is also a reason for their slow practice.

A few days later, Yin Zhiping called Huang Chao and said, "In the future, I will tell you something to do for the teacher. You know, we often help the neighbors of the Tomb School to send them rice and vegetables. Now I want to help Ma Shibo has no time to handle the teaching affairs. You pick things up and send them over. We have a deep relationship between the two factions. You have to be kind to people. "

Huang Chao looked at Yin Zhiping in shock, and soon returned to calm: "Oh, that apprentice passed."

"Hey, I haven't told you how to get there?"

"Last time I went to Master Qiu and Master, see you again." Huang Chao picked a load of food, vegetables and meat, and quickly walked back to the mountain. He didn't know what expression to use.

He soon came to the entrance of the Tomb School. There was a beautiful sound from the forest. It seemed that the little dragon girl was playing the piano. Huang Chao cleared his throat and sent his voice into the forest: "Yang Guo, the real person of Changchun, who is under the door of Changzhen, transports food here, and invites friends from the tomb to receive it."

Lin Zhong heard three sounds, and the little dragon girl said she had heard it.

It did n’t take long for a lady in white to turn out of Lin Zhong and appeared in front of Huang Chao. At that moment, Huang Chao fell into a missed state, and did n’t know where she was. Countless real memories came to him. The feeling of memory is half sour and half sweet, but all remind him that it has been a long time since he left reality ...

I still remember that when he was just 18 years old, he went to college, and the cafeteria was very powerful. Especially Xiaolongbao in the morning is simply the conscience of the industry. It is about five centimeters in size and is filled with meat filling. When it is bitten, oil juice sprays out. Huang Chao made several strokes, and oil juice was spilled over his glasses, jacket, and pants. It wasn't until the end that he understood that he could cool the buns and throw them all in his mouth. In this way, the teeth are filled with warm oil juice, and the mouth is full of fragrance. Served with a bowl of sweet soy milk, or tofu brain with coriander, mustard, shrimp skin, chili oil, and marinade ... it is an unbeatable feast.

This delicacy is an important reason to support Huang Chao's early rise, thanks to the cafeteria. It ’s a pity that people do n’t have thousands of days, flowers do n’t have a hundred days of red, and the buns in the cafeteria are getting more and more frustrated. Later, the size is still the same. Searching.

There is no banquet in the world, and Huang Chao finally embarked on the road of no return to breakfast ... Ah, Xiao Long Bao, Xiao Long Bao, when will it be delicious when it is 18 years old?

Huang Chao used the scene to express his emotions, thinking of the two-and-a-half xiaolongbao and the three-and-a-five chicken drumsticks in the school cafeteria. "

Xiaolongbao, oh no, it was the dragon girl who saw Huang Chao suddenly stunned, her vision lost focus, and an expression of reminiscence appeared on her face, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes sad, and sometimes irritated, just like suddenly going crazy. She yelled, "Hello, hello, are you okay?" She watched Huang timeout and showed murderousness, carefully not stepping forward.

Huang Chao quickly calmed down, faced the woman in white in front of him, and said politely: "I'm here to deliver things, I'm the grandson of Qiu Chu Jizu. Girl, are you a dragon girl?"

"Well, you put things down."

Huang Chao carefully looked at each other's appearance. Although her small face was round, like a bun, with a wonderful hairstyle, like two chicken legs, it was indeed fair skin, pale and bloodless, and she looked only 16 or 7 years old.

Because the appearance is small, although the other party is slightly fat, there is still a cute. Huang Chao took a breath and said calmly: "My name is Yang Guo and I have seen Sister Xiaolong."

The little dragon nodded blankly, Huang Chao explained: "Mr. Qiu said I should call you aunt, but I think you are about the same age. I still call you sister."

The little dragon girl was cold, and she didn't care about the problem. She still nodded silently and was about to drop off. Her eyes fell on Huang Chao's bamboo flute: "Do you play flute every morning?"

"Yes."

"It's too noisy, don't play near the ancient tomb." The little dragon girl lifted her head and left without saying goodbye.

Huang Chao looked at her back helplessly and said in her heart: "Hey, you still don't want to learn the iceberg goddess, you can't do the last two words ..."

Qiu Chuji walked for a long time. Yin Zhiping kept Huang Chao responsible for delivering things. Huang Chao went to and fro for a long time to get acquainted with Xiaolong Nu, and he also knew her mother-in-law.

On this day, Huang Chao came again to deliver things. The woods in front of the ancient tomb echoed the melodious sound of the piano, the breeze blowing, the green vegetation, the birds chirping, and a fabulous scenery. If you don't know the appearance of Fuqin, Huang Chao may have countless beautiful imaginations.

He took out the bamboo flute and played a piece with the sound of the little dragon girl. The little dragon girl pushed the tune up to a high difficulty, and wanted to get rid of Huang Chao, but Huang Chao's music skills were already full, and perfectly matched the piano sound. After a long time, Xiaolong Nuqin stopped and fluttered outside the forest.

"Looking at it from afar, it's really a beautiful woman who comes with the wind. Looking closer, it looks like a balloon." Huang Chao thought bitterly, but the environment, the sound of the piano, and the atmosphere all gave him the illusion of a peerless beautiful woman, which was terrible.

The little dragon girl landed on the ground, her round face was full of indifference: "I told you that the flute sound is very noisy, and you should not be noisy in the future. You must not walk so close next time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She's voice is bland There is no anger at all, only a cold.

Huang Chaoxin said: "I have sent you so many days, you have not even said a thank you, I ..."

His expression was heavy, and he said earnestly: "Dragon Girl, I know that you are practicing the exercises and make your feelings cold and indifferent. This is nothing wrong. But people only have one time in their life, you have already passed the eighteenth birthday, don't you lose weight The idea? As a girl, do n’t you have the heart to love beauty and would like to waste such a beautiful life with such a figure? Do n’t live up to it. ”

When Huang Chao said this, he was already alert and turned to escape at any time. Once the opponent throws out a large number of jade bee needles, Huang Chao can only excite his mind to resist when he can't avoid it.

However, the little dragon girl was still indifferent: "I am very fat, and it doesn't look good in your eyes, what about it?" She turned her head, recalling the past, and said quietly: "My sister escaped from the ancient tomb when she left. Let me help her eat three meals a day. Since then, I have been reluctant to eat two people's meals, and now it has become a habit. My body becomes like this, there is no way ... "

Her voice didn't complain, just a fact. Huang Chao listened with great anger: "Li Mochou, good intentions, good kill, good kill!"