For dinner, the bronze lamp emits a soft light

According to the rules of this world, there is a five-foot-long food case in the side hall. Wang Cunye and Xie Xiang are sitting on both sides. Although Lu Ren is the most important person in the view, it is also not possible to serve the table at this time. This is a rule.

There are bacon, carp, green tofu, and three dishes and one soup. Although the raw materials are simple and there are no ingredients, they are very delicious.

Lu Ren was originally said to be a chef and saved his life by Xie Cheng. The man was just upright and followed Xie Cheng's side. Although he was disappointed in the view, he still refused to leave.

However, the craftsmanship has not been let down, and there is not much food in the view, but it is as delicious as possible.

Xie Xiang sat upright, chewed slowly, and coughed from time to time, but a hint of redness appeared on his face, and the faint joy filled it, making the dinner quiet, but a kind of warmth.

For many years, this feeling has disappeared. The feeling of family gathering together for dinner is really very beautiful, but at this time Wang Cunye couldn't bear the emotion. The need for reorganization of the human body caused great hunger and thirst.

"Brother, please eat more." Xie Xiang smiled slightly. She ate a small amount of food. She put down chopsticks after eating half a bowl and watched her brother eat rice with a big mouth. This was ten times happier than eating.

Wang Cunye felt the gaze of Shimei, and was a bit embarrassed. He had already filled two bowls of rice, but thinking of his physical needs, he filled another bowl.

After dinner, Lu Ren came to clean up the chopsticks. He looked a little hesitant. When Xie Xiang met, he understood in his heart and said, "Brother, how are you, rest early?"

Wang Cunye nodded, and went out to the hall outside the hall with a little pause.

After a while, Lu Ren said, "Miss, save the industry ... Oh, although Guanzhu is better, what will I do next month? I am very worried--"

The side hall was quiet, only Xie Xiang coughed continuously.

A moment in Wang Cunye's heart, he flipped through the original body's memory, but only a moment, he found this paragraph.

The local Wei Hou issued a notice in the city: He Shen was barbaric. He married a bride for ten years and was sent to a small island in the river. It will be a tragedy in the morning. Can get through.

Wei Hou hosted a feast in the city and invited the heroes to stop the incident.

As long as the girls can be preserved, monks will appreciate the temple fields, Taoists will appreciate the mountains and forests, and the warriors will seal the samurai fields.

In the first session, heroes responded to the cloud, and there were a lot of commanders in the city, but now it is the third session, and the previous two sessions have all disappeared, resulting in a small number of people this time. Inside, every person who observes every temple must have one person, otherwise they will be confiscated.

There are many people in other temples, and there are always ways to do it, but now there are only three people in Dayan Temple.

Elderly Lu Ren, the sister and sister are weak, only Wang Cunye.

Originally Wang Cunye was too young to understand current affairs and didn't think deeply. Now when Wang Cunye thought of it, he became cold all over. At this moment, listening to Xie Xiang coughing inside, he said, "... Can't go!"

The tone is very firm.

"But Wei Hou has orders. Those who don't go will confiscate the temple ..." Lu Ren said in a sad mood.

"Lu Bo, I know what you are worried about, but you think about it." Xie Xiang smiled slightly. "If there is no brother, do we have hope for this concept?"

Lu Ren didn't say anything, but he shouldn't make peace. After a while, he listened to Xie Xiang and continued: "I know what you mean, Master Zhang's Second Master, who is interested in me. Door, you do n't have to pay taxes and serve in the government, but you have n't thought about it. My body is quiet in the view and I can still maintain it. If I enter a big house and have frequent internal personnel fighting, how many years can I live in?

"Miss ..." Lu Ren said without a word, feeling very sad.

"Furthermore, although my brother has no power or power, I just think of him and think of him. I am willing to have a son for him. My brother may not be able to revive the Taoist concept, but the grandchildren can always ..." If lost, but smiled, his tone was calm and stable.

"Lu Bo, don't persuade me. After a while, take my fine gold bracelet and sell it. There are also hundreds of silvers. Take a bribe and see if it can be avoided this time. Really, I abandoned this view of ancestral heritage and ran away with my brother. There is always a way to live. "

I only heard Lu Renton kicked and sighed and said, "You are too dead-headed ... this is your ancestor and dowry, hey, you are so determined, what else can I say ..."

Wang Cunye has been listening to the conversation, and sighed in his heart, "Wang Cunye, how can you do this?"

Wang Cunye didn't listen any more. He went quietly, flipping through his memory.

The more you look, the more you frown.

At the peak of the Dayan View, there were hundreds of acres of land, but it was often difficult to sell the property. Now, there are only seven acres of land, which is so poor. If there is still some foundation in the view, it is really destitute.

Wei Hou is the head of a county. His orders are difficult to disobey. Even if he flees to other places, he is afraid that it will be difficult.

The graciousness of the teacher and the graciousness of the beautiful woman will never really abandon the ancestors, or sell the dowry of the master sister to overcome this difficulty?

But now it is August 20th, only 28 days from September 28th. How can we survive this crisis?

Wang Cunye didn't panic, but frowned.

At this time, the evening had fallen, and there was a big tree in the courtyard, with the leaves and leaves covering the last sunset.

Into a room, the windows were separated, the light was dim, and the silence was quiet. Wang Cunye's face was a little dull, and he glanced at it. This is a small house with a wooden couch in front of the small wooden gate, occupying half of the room.

There is also a bookshelf on the wall with a scroll.

In this era, books were very expensive. This is still a legacy. When Xie Cheng was alive, he urged Wang Cunye to read, but now there is only one volume.

Even as a Taoist priest, you must be proficient in the seven classics. This way, you may be appreciated by the Taoist Taoist responsible for the Taoist selection, and you will be able to preach Taoist Taoist priesthood.

Looking at these, Wang Cunye flashed a little light, and felt indifferent. After a while, he made up his mind, but just flipped his hands and called, "Come!"

With a flash of black light, a turtle shell appeared in his hand.

Wang Cunye was not surprised when he saw the tortoise shell. It was carrying his soul. He arrived here after not knowing how much dark time and space. It has been inseparable for so many years.

Putting the turtle's shell on the table, he found a small knife, hesitated, and then stabbed his arm with a bang, and suddenly blood burst out.

The original wound was healed. At this moment, the eyes could not help but black, but still survived, did not faint, did not dare to snub, one hand on the injured arm, stained with a large amount of blood, evenly spread on the black tortoise shell on.

After doing this, I can't help turning my eyes black, holding the wound with my hands, and after a while, the wound will not bleed. He used to learn medicine when he was in the Yang Dynasty. Muscles.

Pressing on the wound, but only staring at the tortoise shell, meditating on what to count.

The tortoiseshell was contaminated with blood, making a "buzzing" sound, sucking in the blood, and after a moment, the black and white gas emerged.

Wang Cunye stared up, but was shocked.

I saw black contaminated almost all, only sporadic white in it.

The tortoise shells transformed by the remnants of the samsara are very different. Fortune and fortune can be predicted. Black is fierce, white is good, and black and white are mixed.

The tortoise shell in front of him showed clearly that the trip was very dangerous and almost ten deaths. Although Wang Cunye was prepared, he couldn't help sinking in his heart.

The blood was gone, and the turtle's shell was automated into a black light, entering the eyebrow.

After a long silence, the flustered mood gradually calmed down. Wang Cunye left the room, stood in the courtyard, and looked up.

The night was hazy, and I walked back and forth, thinking carefully about the past and present life, and thinking about it in my heart, I still have the opportunity to regain the sun, how can I be ordinary when I return?

Shimei is gracious, how can she escape?

No matter how difficult it is, as long as it is not dead, there is still a chance.

Wang Cunye pondered silently that the body itself was not bad. Xie Cheng was confined to the discipline rules and could not teach Taoism, but he taught martial arts and swordsmanship. There was also a volume of basic internal training methods allowed by the division.

However, the original owner of this body was a villager. In addition, Xie Cheng was old when he accepted the apprentice, and his body was refined. He has passed away. This body was limited by the problem of knowledge. He did not understand the inner training method. I have learned a lot about it and have read all kinds of Taoism. I am familiar with this light car. Although the world is different, this knowledge is still there.

At this time, the moon was not visible, there were only a few cold stars on the sky, and the vast and immense land was shining. Wang Cunye carefully realized the body. This body still had some foundation, but some malnutrition, and even a little internal interest, but it was difficult to use it.

However, we must first sort out what this body has learned.

With this thought, the turtle's shell shook and shook a clear light. This clear light condensed and did not dissipate, turning into a human figure. The human figure began to make movements, and each movement was clearly visible.

This is the content of Liuyang Diagram, which is also the lesson learned by Wang Cunye. According to memory, 36 movements of Liuyang Diagram are relatively popular. Even ordinary martial arts will be more than half, but without this coordinating spell, it is only the foundation of ordinary martial arts. With this spell, it is a pure foundation-building practice!

Wang Cunye was so happy that he didn't want to have a turtle shell, and this change was simply condensing the previous practice.

Wang Cunye quickly closed his eyes and thought, only to feel that the thirty-six movements in front of his eyes gradually condensed into a character.

Once this character is formed, it suddenly shines brightly and emits a strange sound. Wang Cunye's heart is shocked. He only feels the mystery contained in the character of the word.

Immediately afterwards, Qingguang had not extinguished, and there was still more power. I saw a volume of scriptures emerged, and the words of this volume were brilliant and octagonal, and countless upheavals also flowed in my heart. The breath condensed and formed a word .

After the two words were formed, Qingguang no longer supported, and the two words disappeared. Only two words remained in the mind, all of them were like living things, so that one could know the meaning at a glance.

"It's the real text!" Wang Cunye was surprised and delighted. He had read the relevant content on the earth in the previous life and knew that the true authentic text was born within the innate spirit, condensed with charm and showed its true form.

In other words, it is a regular projection!

I don't want this world. Liuyang's illustration and a book of scriptures also have the shadow of Tao!