The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Although Feihua Island is poor, the big head of the household is obviously rich in money and has a very rich life.

She wore a bat-patterned gold satin tweezers, and the cover was the best snow gauze coat made by Kunlun Tengxue Palace. The black-and-white half-mixed long hair was extremely smooth and sturdy, and the top was covered with green beads and the eyebrows were used. Wait for the snail to be thick, apply powder and grease, and blush on the lips. Leaving a circle of warm and moist pearl chain on the neck, two gold-plated earrings hung in the ear, inlaid with the ruby ​​of the pigeon egg, and the ear **** were heavy.

She is a woman who is over half a hundred years old. Fanghua is no longer there, her body is slightly bloated, her face is wrinkled, and if she is dressed up, she obviously thinks that the more expensive things she wears, the more she can look herself. It is very beautiful, so it is trapped in this pile of sparkling pearls, like a red-green old man.

The old man sat on the ground of half of the whole flying flower island. When she spoke, the village chief did not dare to scream.

At this moment, the sun rises, this red flower with the green leaves of the old man Shiran to the square, sitting in the red rosewood bat deer chair that has been prepared for her, looking at the people who came to Linyi.

“How do I accept it?” She turned up the heavy, greasy eyelids and glanced at the head of the village. “I didn’t pay for the silver, what did they do for the house? How much did it eat?”

"I didn't eat much...there are people in the village who have left their own homes and can't eat them." The village chief shouted.

The old man snorted and said: "That must pay. This rice wheat is not all planted from the land of my grandson. This year's harvest is not good, I also opened a warehouse to help each household on the island. Ten pounds of barley flour, a pot of oil. It doesn't matter to you, it's all your own, but you can take Sanniang's food to help Linyi's refugees, I am afraid it is not good?"

"The three ladies said it." The village chief lost his smile. "But you see, these little old man's heads, the pitiful of the cold, you are the heart of the bodhisattva, or not."

The old man said with a small eye: "How can you forget it? Money is money."

village head:"……"

“How much does each family take for them to eat?” asked the old man. “I just let you go to bookkeeping, remember?”

The head of the village did not know what to do. He only said: "Remember, just figure it out." He said that he handed a booklet to the hands of the old Sun Sanniang. Sun Sanniang raised his hand and only nine hands were worn on the right hand. Bracelet scorpion, gold and silver jade of various gems, almost covered her half of the arm.

"Yeah." She read it lazily, put a book in the book, and said, "You guys are pigs, you can really eat, just for a while, actually smashed the island’s twenty-six gimmicks. Our big girl is really big, it’s not too much for you to collect 90% of the silver. In addition, I drank half a tank of fresh water, which was all shipped back from Linyi. Linyi sold me three gold and one cylinder. I have to count the toll loss and sell. I will give you four gold and one cylinder, half a tank is two gold, a total of two gold and ninety silver. Right, Zhang Jie."

The good-faced woman who was pointed to the name shook and looked up: "Ah, San Niangzi."

Sun Sanniang smiled and said: "The best thing you can do with your **** is to eat the pork slab in the face."

"This... steamed ten steamed buns and only one lard with a big pea. How do you count it?"

"Why don't you count it, a lard of ten taro peas, converted down, I received a copper plate, not too much."

"..."

"This is two gold, ninety silver and one bronze." Sun Sanniang said, "In addition, you sleep in the house on my land. Although the house is not mine, but the land is mine, you have slept for half an hour. The cost of half an hour is seventy copper per person."

She said, turning to ask the things around me: "How many people do they have?"

"Back to Sanniang, a total of forty-nine."

"No, didn't you say fifty-one before? Are there two more?"

The voice did not fall, and I heard a gloomy voice saying:

"it's here."

Although Chu Evening has no white shirts, but a deep white robes, but still fascinating, there is frost and snow, a pair of scorpions flying up slightly, the scorpion is clear, but cold and proud, like a sheath Sharp bayonet.

Sun Sanniang is an ordinary person, but when he sees a monk, he is not afraid.

She has been working for most of her life, although she must be nitpicking, but she does not commit anything, and she sneers at the side.

Therefore, she did not hesitate: "It turned out to be a fairy, no wonder you don't have to sleep. These people are all saved by you? It's just right, he is a little bit, give money."

The village chief whispered: "Sanniang, these two are not the Confucianist, the immortal prince, you don't have to..."

"Which martial art I am in charge of, I don't recognize people."

Chu night Ning glanced at the huddled together, the cold shivering sluts, raised their hands, dropped a golden red enchantment to dispel the chill, and then turned his head: "How much do you want?"

"Two gold, ninety-three silver, four hundred and thirty copper."

Although Sun Sanniang is disgusting, but at this time they have nowhere else to go. Chu nightning knows that if she offends her, she is a group of people who bring her own, so although her face is very poor, she still takes out the purse from the sac and throws it away. she was.

"There are about eighty gold in it." Most of his money was placed in Xue Zhengxuan. Now there is not much money left in his body. "We have to live for about seven days. You can order it and see if it is enough."

"not enough."

Where is Sun Sanniang's own hands, he will hand over the money bag to his men and let his men count next to him.

"The eighty gold is only enough for you to live for three days, and has not yet calculated the meal."

"you--!"

"If Xianjun is not convinced, I can calculate this account with you. The businessman can calculate the money, and I can tell you a head from every pen."

At this time, the smoldering came, and there was not much money on his body. Together with Chu Yuning, he barely managed to eat for fifty-two people for four days.

Sun Sanniang received a soft, smiling lips with bright red lips: "Leave you for four days, after four days, if there is no money, I will not let the fire go out, you have to leave immediately."

In order to save money, this evening, Chu nightning did not eat, he threw the sea bream into the river, tried to get in touch with Xue Zhengyi, and then returned to his temporary house.

This house is more simple than when I was busy in Yuliang Village. Because there are not many rooms on the island, everyone needs to squeeze. Chu night is not used to living in a room with strangers, and can only sleep with ink.

At this moment, the lights in the room are lit, but the people who burned the ink are not there. I don’t know where to go.

Chu nightning took off his robe. Although the robe was luxurious, the material was not better than the white he wore. The upper part was stained with ashes and blood stains. He poured a bucket of hot water and was preparing to clean it, and the door opened.

Chu night Ning picked up his eyelids and glanced at him: "Where are you going? Come back so late."

The ink burned into the house. He brought back a bamboo lunch box. The outside wind was a little big. It was very cold. He put the lunch box in his arms and raised his eyes. His nose was frozen and red. He smiled. I am going to have dinner at the girl’s house."

Chu night Ning Yi: "You go to dinner?"

"Just kidding." Ink ignited, "I brought some food back."

"What to eat?"

"Taro." The ink burned a little embarrassed. "There is a bowl of fish soup, a bowl of braised pork, but unfortunately there is no dessert. The Sun Sanniang stared too hard, the people in the village are afraid of her, no one dares to give me something, I Go to her house to find her, take a silver-made dagger with her to change with her."

Chu night Ning frowned: "She is too black, you know the silver scorpion, and there is a stone in the top, how can I change something?"

"More than that, I bargained with her, changed fifty-two, everyone has it, and took it out in the kitchen." The ink smiled and said, "So you don't have to worry about others, you are arrogant." Eat it."

Chu Xiaoning was really hungry. Sitting at the table, he drank a few hot fish soups, then picked up the steamed buns and smashed the braised pork. Sun Sanniang, the meat is not much, and most of them are very fat, Chu night rather than love to eat, but licking the broth to chew the hoe, the taste is not bad, he smashed one, and went to the second.

The ink burned a bucket of steaming heat and asked: "Masters are going to wash clothes?"

"Ok."

"Gentle only, I help the teacher to wash it."

"No, I go by myself."

Ink burning: "It's okay, I just want to wash, just by the way."

He said, he went to the bed and picked up some of the pieces he had lost before, and then went out with a wooden barrel.

The moonlight in the courtyard was clear, and the ink burned his head and looked at it. The heart did not know how Xue Meng and his uncle were doing, and where Ye Zhixiu and Nangong Temple went now. Look at the robbery on the other side of the sea, still rolling like a bloodstream, day and night, burning burnt smoke.

Song Qiutong, and... that person.

The person who hated it in the past, and killed the entire Confucianist door.

I am afraid that I have been buried in the sea of ​​fire.

The ink sighed and no longer thought about it. He put down the barrel, exchanged the cold water in the water tank, rolled up his sleeves and began to wash clothes.

Chu nightning this guy, doing mechs, writing scrolls, are all methodical and meticulous, but once he is allowed to do some laundry and cooking things, it is always a mess.

For example, before the ink is completely immersed in the water, it will habitually check the Qiankun bag and the dark bag first, so as to avoid any important things entering the water, but Chu Evening often does not remember to do this step.

"........."

In the face of a pile of piecemeal gadgets that came out of Chu’s robes, the ink burned into silence.

What are these?

Jellyfish handkerchief.

Fortunately, it is still normal.

Various medicinal herbs.

There is nothing wrong with it.

a handful of sugar...

The ink burned a little bit, and looked carefully, as if I was buying the nougat for him when I was in Yuliang Village.

Haven't finished eating yet?

Turning down again, the ink burned.

... detonation?

The ink burned his face, and the paper that was soaked in half of the water and wet, almost stunned.

How wide is the heart of this person? Can you put the detonator directly on the body without any imprisonment? Although the possibility of igniting self-destruction is very small, but it is too dangerous, is it a joke?

The ink burned frowning, and he carefully checked his clothes carefully and carefully, and cleared all the detonators, frozen characters, and soul symbols. He found that the dragon that was painted with the dragon was also Chu. Late Ning fell carelessly inside.

If you don't look at it, these papers have to be soaked, and a large part of them are useless. Chu Yuning is really...

The ink burned his head and shook his head. He said that the clothes of the masters must not be allowed to wash himself.

Just thinking, suddenly a small, white thing slipped out of the pocket. I don't care about the ink, I think it's a magical spell, and I pick it up and glance at it.

In this regard, he stunned.

It was an old kit, embroidered with acacia flowers, and the leaflets were eclipsed, not bright at first.

Some doubts, but also a bit stunned, he vaguely felt that this thing is very familiar, must have seen where, but the time has been separated for too long, he can not remember.

The ink burned this little kit, the black eyebrows were locked, and the eyes were bright and dark. The past has flowed quickly, and he tried to find the source of this acacia bloom in the rushing years.

Light and cool fabric, the color that fades away.

He took it in his hand and looked over it, but he couldn't remember it. He was worried that there was something dangerous like a "detonator" inside, so he opened it and took a look.

"..."

It is a strand of hair.

No, take a closer look, it is actually two.

They are tied together, twisted together, and the nets are seamless. In the rush of time, they have been entangled, accompanied each other, and they thought it was a bundle. In fact, these two colors of ink have long been difficult to distinguish.

"hair?"

The ink burned and the ground flashed a little more clearly.

He murmured: "The kit...there is a kite..."

Suddenly, he remembered a past event. Then the thing blew in the heart like a flame, and the burning chest was hot. His eyes were instantly widened by horror.

Ghost master.

He remembered it.

Jin Tong Yu female color butterfly town and the 卺 卺 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交 交

From then on, the two souls are accompanied by each other.

He... remembered.

He remembered it! !

In the middle of the movie, Ghost Master of the Butterfly Town, when he and his wife were married to each other, the two children's hair cut by them were collected in the Hehuan gift bag and handed over to the hands of Chu.

This is the kit.

"how come."

The ink burned in the brain, the blood flowed, and it was necessary to smash.

"how is this possible……"

He was close to the kit, his hands shivering slightly, his eyes leaping and shining, shining with surprise, stunned, unbelievable, utterly ecstasy, ecstasy and even sad.

Master respects... Chu nightning...

He, why is he... Why should I keep this?