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    Yuliang Village is a very small village. The people living in the village are a bit old, and there are not many young people. Therefore, when the farmers are busy every year, they will ask the immortal Xianjun to take the handle.

    This kind of entrustment that has nothing to do with the doctrine of the monastic is placed in other Xianmen. No one will pick it up, but Xue Zhengyi and his eldest brother started from scratch, and used to live a hard time since childhood. It is said that they grew up eating hundreds of meals, so For these requests from the old tenant, he can not only refuse, but every time he is very serious, he will send his disciples to complete.

    The village is far from the shackles of life and death, saying that it is not close, it is a journey that is too troublesome to take the carriage.

    So Xue Zhengyi prepared two good horses for them. After the night, Chu went down to the front of the mountain gate and saw the ink burned upright under a tall maple tree. At this time, it was late autumn, the forest was gradually dyed, the maple leaves were red, and the wind was blowing. A blow, full of frosty leaves is like a brocade, like a red hop.

    In the ink burning, he held a black horse horse rope, while the other white horse kissed his cheek intimately. He was holding a silk flower to tease them. He heard footsteps. He turned back and happened to be a few. The red leaves slammed down, and the ink burned up in the leaves.

    "Master."

    Chu’s footsteps slowed down and stopped at the last few steps.

    The sun shines through the leaves and infiltrates the stone steps of the moss. He looks at the man not far away, perhaps because of the reason for doing farm work. The ink is not worn today, nor is he wearing a disciple. The white robe that I wore when I came back.

    He wore a black cloth, his wrist was tied with a hand guard, and the simple system, but his waist was long and his legs were wide, his shoulders were wide, and his body was very good, especially at the chest, because the collar of the cloth was low, you can see To the firm and tight chest muscles, the honey-colored skin swells with the breath.

    If Xue Meng’s silver flashing body is called Ming Sao, it’s the peacock’s opening, the ink burns like this, it’s the sullen style, the innocent coquetry, the savage and pure coquettish – one sentence, I It’s an honest man, never arbitrarily, except that I work hard, I won’t do anything.

    "..." Chu Xiaoning looked at him back and forth several times and spoke up. "Ink burns."

    "Well? What happened to the Master?" The sturdy man asked with a smile.

    Chu night Ning no expression: "The neckline is so open, are you cold or not?"

    The ink burned slightly, and immediately felt that the Master was caring about himself. He was very happy. He put the alfalfa in the horse grass basket and clap his hands. He ran up the bluestone steps in three or two, and stood tall and handsome in Chu’s evening. In the past, I had not waited for the reaction of Chu Yuning, and I caught the wrist of Chu Yuning.

    "Not cold, busy for a morning, in fact, I am very hot." He smiled without a city, with Chu Xiaoning's hand on his undulating chest, "Master respect, isn't it?"

    It’s hot.

    The temperature of the chest of the young man was very warm, accompanied by the heartbeat of the blood rushing, and the eyes that were as bright as the stars. Chu nightning felt a numbness in his back and hurriedly opened his hand and his face sank.

    "Like what."

    "Ah...has sweat?" The ink burns but it is wrong. He now thinks that Chu Lingning does not like men. After all, the past life and his own entanglement are due to his unreasonable coercion, he did not think Chu I would like to have a meaning for myself, so I only think that the dissatisfaction of the teacher is not a bit of a sweat.

    I thought that Chu Xi Ning loves to be clean, so I don’t like to be in contact with people. I can’t help but sigh, and scratch my head: “I’m a slap in the face...”

    If he looks carefully, he will find that Chou Ning Junxiu’s neck is blushing in the depths of his face, and the low-cold-hanging eyelashes are covered with a faint glimmer.

    But he did not find it in the first moment, and Chu will rather not give him the opportunity to be aware of it. His white shoes stepped on the slippery bluestone, and walked straight toward the dark horse, turning over, getting on the horse, moving in the clouds, in one go.

    In the sunshine that covers the sky, in the red leaves of the mountains and plains, he is dressed in white, riding on the blackhead, facing his face and looking down at the apprentice standing on the ground. An ice-like face looks very embarrassing, still it is sharp again. However, the elders of Yu Heng, Jun can not be more handsome.

    "I am leaving, you will catch up soon."

    It is said that the long legs have clamped the horse's stomach, and when they ride the red dust, they are going to go.

    The ink burned in the same place. After a while, I picked up the half of the bamboo basket and fed it. After the basket was tied to the white saddle, I turned over the horse. I laughed and said: "The black horse is my horse. How to ride in a hurry... Master! Wait for me!"

    The two men went straight, and when they were less than half an hour, they came to Yuliang Village.

    There are dozens of acres of rice fields outside the village, and the golden spikes are rolling over. The fields are busy with 30 farmers. Because there are not many people, so young and old, they are doing work. They are holding their bodies. The trouser legs, with a sickle, and a lot of sweat on the face, it is very difficult to get on.

    The ink burned immediately to find the village head, handed the letter to him, and then did not talk much, changed the hemp shoes and went to the ground. He is full of energy, energetic, and a person who is a monk, cutting wheat is nothing to say. After a busy half-day, I have already cut off two large ridges of rice.

    The golden rice ears are piled on the edge of the rice field, and the sun is shining on the sun. In the mountains, the voice of the shovel and the rustling of the farmer’s farming, and the big niece sitting on the ridge, while busy picking up the tassels, sang the farm songs leisurely.

    "The sun is shining, the red flowers are shining, the four mountains are red and red, the peony is singing, the love song is a red fan, and the lover is hydrangea. I am pulling the lang belt. When is it? I am not empty today. Minger wants to chop firewood, and I will come to the younger sister’s house afterwards."

    This soft, small tone, shy remarks, swayed from the farmer's mouth, unscrupulously swaying between the heavens and the earth, falling in the hearts of the listeners.

    "I am here today - not empty, Minger wants to chop firewood, and I will come to the younger sister's house after my childhood."

    Chu night Ning did not go down to the ground, holding a hot water under the tree to drink, listening to this song, a pair of eyes chasing the far away black, hard-working figure, heart ups and downs, water falling from the throat, it seems no flow Going to the stomach, but turning to the chest, a burst of heat.

    "The sound of the sound." After the water was finished, he commented four words coldly. Go back to the village head.

    The village chief looked at him with some hesitation.

    Chu night Ning is a bit violent and asks: "What happened?"

    "...Xianjun...not going to the ground?" The old village chief was a straight man. Since he asked, he trembled, his white beard shook, and his white eyebrows wrinkled in one place. "Xianjun... is coming Supervisor?"

    "..."

    Chu night Ningtou once felt so embarrassed.

    Go to the ground...

    Xue Zhengyi did not tell him that he just had to look around and watch the ink burnt. Really want him to go down?

    ... he won't! !

    The helpless old village chief whispered to him, and even with a few young children next to him, he also looked up and looked at the well-dressed man.

    The child’s words are unscrupulous, and the child who is struggling with the shackles asks: “A grandmother, this long brother is so white, how is it going to the ground?”

    "His sleeves are so wide..." Another little boy murmured.

    "The shoes are also clean..."

    Chu Xiaoning was said to be a thorn in the back, so awkward. Standing for a while, I didn’t have a face and I was so leisurely, I picked a sickle and the shoes didn’t take off into the paddy field. The slippery mud immediately wrapped his feet, and the cold water was not over. Ministry, Chu nightning tried to take two steps, the feeling of slippery greasy is a big frown, and tried to smash two sickles, but unfortunately the force always makes it wrong, cut very clumsy.

    "... Hey, this long brother is so stupid." Two children held the donkey and saw his move under the mulberry tree, laughing at him like this.

    Chu nightning: "..."

    The face was black and half, and I was no longer willing to be too close to these people. Chu night would rather struggle to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire, with a handsome facial features, striding toward the distant cut rice. .

    He is going to sneak a peek at how ink is burned.

    The three-person line must have my teacher, he is going to steal the teacher.

    For the anecdote, the ink burned obviously far more than the late night, only to see the sun, he bent down, his hand fell from the knife, and from the golden rice ear was put down, very softly fell on his wide In the arms. He received the rice in his hand, hugged a bundle, and then threw it into the bamboo raft behind him.

    When he did these things, he was very serious. He didn’t see the late night, but he was honestly diligently draping the soft eyelashes. The high nose had a fuzzy shadow, and the sweat ran down his cheeks. Falling, he has a near-wild atmosphere, hot and wild, dull and passionate. In the sun, his skin is like a burning copper and iron, carrying an amazing spark of fire, as if still sizzling in the heat of the sword pool, so bright, so brilliant.

    Chu nightning did not appreciate it for a while, suddenly realized what he was doing, immediately frowned and shook his head, muttered something, and continued to walk forward with a slap in the face.

    He is going to steal the teacher!

    He wants to see how the ink-burning hand holds the sickle, and how the tilt of the falling rock should be tilted. Why are these rice hard in their hands like a wire, but when they reach the palm of the ink, they become weak and boneless. The girl, willingly and willingly leaned in his arms.

    About to stare too focused, Chu night rather did not pay attention to a frog under the feet, "hop" and jumped up, squatting on the ridge.

    Chu night Ning was shocked, and he was busy with his feet, but the paddy field was too slippery. He didn't pay attention to it. The elders of the Tang Yu Yuheng were rushed forward because of a majestic frog!

    "brush!"

    Seeing his face will be buried in the mud, Chu night Ning also refused to cast a spell, actually subconsciously to pull the figure in front of busy.

    The voice of Huanghua's niece is becoming more and more charming: "I took my lang belt - in the end -"

    Coincidentally, Chu nightning slammed the ink-strapped belt and slammed forward a few steps, then fell into a fiery, masculine wide chest with a pair of strong arms. Surrounded him.

    The author has something to say: Today's bib has:

    "It's better to go to eat together" Mrs. Song's single sister, confused by the beauty of Song Qiutong, I can't extricate myself, I want to fall into the gentle town like the little brother of Nangong... Although Song sister, who is unlucky, but she It’s really beautiful, how to break it, I have to faint 23333, crab and crab food, too~ What? !

    "The moon is red maple" wife's master x dog, the umbrella of the master and the dog sitting on the rock ~ ~ Master is really elegant ~ dog's hair is very like, 嘿嘿 ~ next to the 蜀The short song is also a part of Wen Zhongwo's own favorite, but it is estimated that there are not many people who carefully read the uncle's singing. The crab crab can notice it~ also painted the corresponding map~ Tap and thank!

    "Village grass ball" wife's dog x teacher respects the sound pool bathing picture ~ ~ color is finished, I really want to give the master a piece of soap to let him 捡 23333, the big winter to see the picture of the spring, I suddenly want Learn them to soak in the hot springs, envy the dogs and the masters can soak into the pool of wonderful sound pool! ! ! Crab crab wife! ! ! Love you~~

    "User 6472947024" wife (... 捂 face ) face) of Xia Shi and Shi Zun, the line of the master is very beautiful, but the most like Xia Shi reverse ~ knocking Meng, eyes are like amber! ! ! On the face of Xia Shi's small teacher, I can eat three bowls of rice (...what is what I want to describe), it’s a good show, hahaha~ Crabs and crabs~

    Female assists: My chapter is already online, really.

    Ink burning: ... oh... is that frog?

    Female assists: Goodbye.

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