The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The sects of the sects, the feast for three days, the first day is to pick up the wind, held one night before the wedding ceremony, as the name suggests is to the guests to wash the dust. But the biggest excitement of the night was not at the wine table, but at the school yard. According to the rules, in the evening of the same day, before the sun sets, there will be a highly respected elder who puts three red-skinned horn deer into the Linyuan. Then the bridegroom father selects twenty-two unmarried men and women to let everyone Go to the court to compete.

Three horned deer, if a guest hunts a horse, they can get a million gold heads. In the end, it is the gimmick of the rich and fascinating sects of Confucianism and Solitude.

The poetry hall is at the height of the house, and Biva flies down and looks down from inside the temple. The hunting forest not far away is shrouded in the setting sun.

The guests arrived in Qi, and gave a gift to Nangong Liu Hexi. The Nangong Liu was a noble and noble person. They all politely returned to the ceremony and invited them to the table. They were busy for half an hour, and all the guests sat in the position. A ring of bells in the music house rang, and the night banquet officially began.

"I don't know which guests will be allowed to go to the Linyuan in the head of the Nangong Palace."

"I don't mean to arrest you. I want to say it. The luck is particularly good. You think about it. Hunting the spirit horn deer, the reward is ten million. Others who don't have hunting deer can also get the forest. Other beasts, or fairy fruits. Where else will there be better things in this world?"

It was a lively discussion, and the temple door suddenly opened. Nangong Temple and Song Qiutong were on the same floor. Lang Jun was pretty, and Jin Hong was intertwined. The two men came to the front of the palm.

Nangong Liu got up and smiled and nodded. He said with aloud: "The guests come from all corners of the country, and the major Xianmen Houses. You can come to the Confucianism Gate in your busy schedule and participate in the children's wedding ceremony. It is a great fortune."

The following guests are holding their heads: "The head is really polite."

"The younger son and the younger lady are only a rare pair of people."

"Yeah yeah."

The words of these aunts are almost exactly the same as those of the fans when they were married to each other. The ink burned and bored, and the eyes subconsciously patrolled the crowd, and soon found the leaves of the elders sitting next to the frost forest elders. .

The leaves are squinting, and they are still simply dressed. They are eating the dishes in the bowl and never look up to see Nangong.

His expression is good, his manners are all, everything is the same as usual, even more calm than usual, perhaps because he has been working hard all the time, so such people are already very clear that they are powerless to compete with their lives. Looking at him, he suddenly remembered that he liked a bunch of pagoda lanterns sold in the night market when he was a child.

The lantern is very delicate, and every tile is outlined, but the price of the old artist is not low, so the lantern is good, but it has not been sold. Of course, the ink can't afford it, but he almost waits for the night market to open and then goes to the stall to watch it for a while. The light of the bubbling lights is flowing, and Huaguang is solemn, illuminating the black eyes of the child.

Until one day, a pair of young men and women came in, all dressed in silk satin, the girl took a fancy to this pagoda lantern, only spoke like a spoiled, the man next to her took the money Lanterns are sold.

The pagoda was taken away, and the ink burned his head. He watched the old artist take it off the wooden shelf that had been hanging for a long time, and handed it to the girl’s hand. The swaying lights finally illuminate the ink. The face, and then with the pair of monks, disappeared at the end of the night market.

At the time, the ink burned and felt very uncomfortable, but it was also calm and calm.

He is the same as the current leaf forgetting. In fact, when they see the first look of the pagoda lantern, they know that such a luxurious thing is destined not to belong to oneself. In fact, every night when they are illuminated by the pagoda, they have already practiced the loss of this ray of thousands of times.

Not let go, can relieve.

From the very beginning, I was soberly aware of what the outcome would be, so I never dared to pick it up.

"Come and come, grab the shackles, grab the shackles--" The main servant of the Confucianism Gate, holding a bronze entangled scorpion, came to the front of the sacred face with a smile, and held his head to the front of Nangong Liu. At the head, Ji Shi has arrived, please also grab the door!"

"Good! Come! South Palace head to catch one!"

Nangong Liu Xiaodao said: "That district is respectful, it is better to be reverent, take twenty-two signatures, and the young heroes who have been drawn, please be sure to show your face and participate in night hunting. If anyone does not want to go, then trouble ahead Say, thank you, thank you!"

After waiting for a while, there were several martial art servants who were low-minded and courageous. They asked their parents to go up and let the Nangong head take their name away from the squat.

Xu Shuanglin looked at Ye’s forgotten eyes and smiled lazily and asked: “Do you want to go to play with small leaves? If you want to go, I will make a hand for you and open a secret door.”

"I won't go." Ye forgets, "Father, you bother to talk to the head and put my name apart."

"How come that, in case of it, there are ten million gold."

Ye Forgiveness: "..."

Xu Shuanglin’s temper is far more docile than a adopted child. He thought for a while, and his mouth curled up with a sly smile. He said, “If you don’t want to go, let me go.”

"Father... you are forty years this year..."

"What's wrong, I look young. When I go to get the three deer back, 30 million gold will be handed. The windfall is not taken, the earth is destroyed."

Xu Shuanglin insisted on his own way. He did not see the frustration of the righteous son. He pulled his shoes and smiled and went to Nangong Liu. He said a few words next to Nangong Liu, and others would only think that he would take the sign of Ye Shixi, who knows that he loves money and wants to go in and play.

Nangong Liu quickly picked out the guests who were competing.

"Shen Feng, Lin Biao, Qu Yuran..."

The elders of the frost forest stood by, took over a sign in the hands of the head, and reported them one by one, slowly and calmly; "Oh? This is a bit powerful, the pride of the sky, Xue Meng."

Soon twenty-one people were selected, and the last one was worse. The elders of Frost Forest were very thick and smiled and raised their hands: "There is another person who is me, an old bone, please advise." Knowing the temper of this elder, not obstructing, only smiled helplessly, giving everyone a fuze.

"The winners, the fuzes are the evidence, after the three voices, the three spirit horn deer are caught, and the hunting is over." Nan Gongliu said, "I will wait at the Xiaoyue campus to welcome you back. Winner, rewarding millions."

Everyone is screaming and applauding, and they are cheering for their acquaintances.

Nangong Liu said with a smile: "In addition, the children are entrusted to add another one, the first one, and the demon wolf ten. The **** relationship, take home!"

Demon wolf!

Such a precious beast, the black market is a hard to find, ten!

The hall was boiling, and some people couldn't help but stand up and shouted at the chosen door: "Brother, it's up to you! If you take the first, look back at your boots and I will brush you for one year!"

I laughed loudly.

Some women are not convinced, shouting loudly: "Teacher brother, compare them all, if you win, I promise to double repair with you!"

"Wow - this is good, this is amazing, hahaha, who is so spicy?"

For a time, in the poetry hall, the laughter and the words were boiling against the sky. In the eyes of those who lacked interest, they all showed some expectation, and looked at the grand enthusiasm with the wine glasses.

The ink burned away in a laughter, and said with Chu late Ning: "Master, I will go to the hunting ground with Xue Meng, you sit and eat well, wait for me to come back."

Chu night Ningdao: "Go, take a little bit of Xue Meng, he is too rash."

"it is good."

The smoldering and the rest of the 20 people walked down the brightly lit hall of the bright and beautiful, Chu Xiaoning looked at the young and handsome men and women's handsome and straight posture disappeared into the night, the red cup of the daughter in the cup.

He feels that there is money in the next life to create an aura stone road. His apprentice, he is most confident.

30 million gold, at your fingertips.

After the birth into the forest, but in a flash, the ink burned Xuemeng have not had time to return, the sky slammed the first bright red fireworks, Nangong Liu Yan surprised, hit the sigh: "It is really powerful, I am this I haven't finished drinking tea yet. I have already hunted the first deer. I don't know who is a disciple? So brave and admirable!"

Li Wuxin of Bitanzhuang sat next to Nangong Liu, and he said with a smile: "If you have Yaxing in the room, why don't we bet on a game? These 22 young talents, who are the deer, the 50,000, Lee came out and gave the Nangong head to help?"

Everyone seconded, so the twenty-two wooden sign with the name was placed on the long list, and the red one was placed below. The people who wanted to bet went forward to write down the chips and the money.

Xue Zhengxuan turned his head and followed the night of Chu: "How does Bitanzhuang give 50,000 heads, so few, is the old man named Li very poor?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Small gambling, big gambling hurts."

Xue Zhengxuan sneered and asked Chu Yuning: "Would you like it?"

Chu night Ning looked at him with a stern look and did not say anything. Xue Zhengyi was hairy on some of his necks and shrank his neck. He said, "Well, know that you don't like it, then --"

“What do you want to do?” Yuheng elders untied the purse and photographed it on the table, with no expression on his face. “If you come, you will be hurt.”

"..."

Xue Zheng took him for a while, just like a ghost, and then asked: "How much is it?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"......... so much? What should I do if I lose?"

"Can't pay." Chu said, "Do you want to repair the stone road? If you make more money, you can repair a few more in those villages that are particularly heavy."

Xue Zhengyi: "Really? Xuemen wants to lose?"

"I won't lose, your son, you should be clearer than me."

"........."

Seeing Xue Zhengyi still uneasy, Chu night Ning very simply said: "If you lose me, win it, go."

The squadrons have been filled with names. The small sects that didn’t really want to gamble were really itchy, and they couldn’t help but spend some money to come up with luck.

Nangong squatted and felt fun. He got up and wanted to gamble. Song Qiutong called him: "French, why are you going?"

"Win some money and buy jewelry for you."

Song Qiutong didn't talk, and he was flustered with a sleek face, and his forehead was smashed with black hair, and he was particularly shy and pitiful. Chu Evening had no intention of glanced over there, saw the sweetness of the newlyweds, and felt awkward. He quickly turned his head back, so he did not see the restlessness of Song Qiutong’s face.

Nangong stunned and took the pen. He walked over before the long case. He was preparing to pick a personal selection and write a chip. He suddenly heard a sharp voice behind him. Only between the electric and the flint, Nangong’s reaction was as fast as a wolf. He squatted sideways, swept back and swept away, and a white snow smudged his cheeks and flew over, "Hey!" and slammed into the main pillar of the main hall of the golden nanmu.

Sprinkles of powder, three points into the wood!

"who!"

"There are assassins!!"

"Alarm! Blow the ring!"

The sharp whistle sounded through 72 houses in Washington, and the songs were warmed up and the happy poetry of the poetry was in a mess.

Nangong’s eyes were dark and faint, with faint scent. He slammed the blood on his cheeks and strode to the pillars and looked up.

It was just an ordinary feather arrow. It actually penetrated into the depths of the hard Nanmu. There was a small bamboo tube on the feather arrow. Nangong’s face was taken down and the bamboo tube was removed. The dog’s teeth were fierce, and the sealing wax was blown. A letter comes.

Nangong 驷 驷 笺 笺 笺 笺 笺 笺 笺 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南Shaking, fingertips even broke the letter paper.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Nangong squats, his nose is shrunken, his face is stunned, and he is almost leopard.

"Just swear!"

It is said that it is necessary to destroy the letter.

Nangong Liu was a step faster than him. He raised his hand and trapped his son with spiritual power. He said: "What happened? Give me the letter."

"The father doesn't have to look at it, but it's a ridiculous word!"

Nangong Liu did not listen, waved to let the left and right of the left and right, can not take the letter. He took the letter and looked down. He looked at Song Qiutong very quickly. The color of his face became extremely ugly. He didn’t wait for everyone to react. He put the letter on the fire and instantly burned it to gray. Then he smiled and said: "My son said it was good. It was really ridiculous. I don't know who made it. I played such a bad joke. This is really..."

"What is it?"

On the corner, suddenly a low-pitched voice was heard.

Everyone is discolored, and the leaves are forgotten. Before the Nangong Temple, Chu Ning also stood up and stared at the place where the sound came.

To know that Confucianism is such a grand event, the disciples responsible for martial law are high-level disciples of this school. This person actually came to the top of the poetry hall without knowing it, and he was still unconscious when he made a sound. Obviously It is not a general generation, it should not be underestimated.

"The head of Nangong, I kindly remind you, don't let your son lick a woman with a watery lotus flower for no reason. You not only don't listen, but instead say that I am full of paper, it really makes me open my eyes."

The voice was not received, and a black shadow flashed. When others were clear, he had already held his hand in the center of the main hall and stood in the crowd of Wuhuan.

"what--!"

"Escape, run away!"

The people who were close to each other were shocked and stunned. The tides generally fell down, and a circle of people was scattered around him. The brothers and sisters guarded the younger brothers and sisters, and guarded the disciples. The young man was guarding the young.

The black man wore a sly bronze mask and a black cloak, faintly said: "What do you want to escape? If I want to hurt, this temple should have been bleed and bleed. I will stand up."

The author has something to say: Hey... I think the mystery of the first gambling game is almost already visible. 23333

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Small theater "born anti-bone"

Ink burning: I heard that high cold is not very good at drinking.

Chu nightning: ridiculous, I am not drunk.

Ink burning: I heard that high cold is not good at gambling.

Chu nightning: ridiculous, I will win every gamble.

Ink burning: I heard that Gao Leng was not bothered by the Lantern Festival and said to my boyfriend that I love you.

Chu nightning: ridiculous, I...

Ink burning: Haha, I know that the Master is not the same as the other glamorous goods outside. Come, you say, I listen.