This Person is Too Serious

That's still a bustling town.

Under a patch of cyan roof tiles that are arranged fairly regularly, there is a courtyard that is almost the same everywhere.

A young man was standing on an eaves at the moment, holding his arms and lowering his head to look at the small courtyard of six or seven feet square, his eyes swept across the main building of the north house under his feet, and the east and west wing rooms. A foot-high stone wall.

The gravel on the ground embedded in the brown-yellow soil formed a path connecting the main house, the wing, the courtyard door, and the pit and latrine covered with wooden boards in the corner.

‘This is a bit of a small family. ’

Wu Wang was thinking like this in his heart, feeling the faint sense of accomplishment that was growing, and he couldn't help but smile.

Tangtang Tiandi, relied on selling art to exchange for a suite, which is still an ordinary apartment in the ‘county town’.

Uncle Shan carried a few wooden boards, and Aunt Qing was drying the bedding.

Little Jin Wei sat at the threshold of the main house, licking the sugar man bought from the street before, reluctant to take a bite for a long time.

Wu Zuo laughed, fell to the ground from the eaves, flung his long hair, and ran to Uncle Shan:

"Uncle, I'll help you! Shall we hit the table first or the seat first?"

"Playing! How can you sleep if you don't play!"

"Sooner or later," Wu Wang waved his hand, and drew out the carving knife that had been polished by the town's blacksmith from his waist. He was already ready to do a big job!

He hadn't made a move yet, and was thrown aside by the collar of the green aunt.

"You rest! Your hands are made of carved flowers. We just need to do furniture work!"

"Yes," Uncle Shan raised his hand and squeezed Wu Wang's ear, "Go and rest. I'll get some blood in a few days and save my energy!"

What else Wu Wang wanted to say, Jin Wei grinned and called to his brother. He immediately walked back honestly, tugged on his cuffs, raised his trouser legs, and sat on the threshold with a grin.

There are coins in your pocket, which is hard gas.

After this winter, the "assets" of their two families have rapidly increased. Under Wu Wang's increasingly skilled engravers, handicrafts were scattered in several nearby towns after being run by Uncle Shan.

Next, Wu Wang is ready to do some work and engage in hunger marketing. During this period of "monopoly" when there are no competing products, he sits on the ground and raises prices, hype, and creates new fashions that are part of the wild world. Use a piece of wood carving to make money. The price of ten wood carvings!

"Brother," Jin Wei, ‘Hua Lian’, handed the Sugar Man over, with a small reluctance in her eyes, "Here."

Wu Wang smiled and said: "You eat and you eat, I am older and can't eat candy anymore."

"Hehe, okay." Jin Wei agreed happily, and put the Sugar Man back into her mouth again.

A little girl of this age is really easy to guess.

In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly four years since I have been here.

I can also say that I have taken the first half step—I am about to open my bloodline, determine my aptitude, and whether I can practice.

Regarding this matter, Wu Wang felt relieved.

Even if Zhong cut off all the plug-ins, at least he should be given the aptitude to start as an ‘normal’ incarnation.

[The beginning was mistaken for useless firewood and then a strong counterattack] This kind of story that can listen to seven paragraphs for three cents under the flyover is possible, after all, I heard from Aunt Qing that I was going to meet an'old martial artist' .

The kind that is dying of old age.

For a creature in the peaceful **** realm, the rules of survival outside the sky are similar to the original ones in the great famine.

Strengthening oneself is only becoming stronger, and cannot improve lifespan.

Only when you become stronger and constantly raise your own status, and get the reward and trust of the gods, will you have a long life that is rewarded by the gods.

No matter how the title changes, the ‘God General’ is still in his bones.

"elder brother."

Jin Wei held the Sugar Man in his mouth and tilted her head to look at Wu Wang. The left side of her small face was bulging, and there seemed to be two clusters of stars in her big eyes.

She asked: "Can I hunt powerful beasts after practicing?"

"Well," Wu Wang said with a smile, "the fierce beast is full of treasures. The skin, the core, and even the meat of the fierce beast can sell a lot of shells, which can be exchanged for a lot of food and play."

"Will it be dangerous?" Jin Wei whispered, "Brother can earn a lot of shells by doing wood carving."

"But if you are not strong enough, you won't be able to hold the shells you earned."

Wu Wangwen said:

"Maybe there will be bad guys kicking open the door and shouting at you-which one can do woodcarving, and carve ten for our young master!

If you are not strong enough, you can only lower your head to carve them, but if you are strong enough, they will be afraid of seeing you, so you don't need to carve them. "

Jin Wei suddenly understood.

The green aunt, who was holding a bamboo basket and picking rice on the side, smiled and said, "You kid, why do you always think people so badly? This is the town, and it is no better than living in the mountains."

"that is!"

Uncle Shan held the wood-cutting axe by his side, shirtless at the moment, sweat slowly dripping down his sturdy pectoral muscles, "I'm with your auntie, no need..."

The word for fear has not yet been exported.

哐!

The gate of the emptied courtyard was suddenly kicked open by someone, and two thin figures flashed inside, muttering in their mouths:

"It's the wood carving you sell, right? Carve a dragon for my young master!"

Wu Wang couldn't help covering his face with his hands. He really hadn't read the script before.

"Um?"

Uncle Shan frowned, turned his head to look at the two thin men in gray cloths at the door, a pair of triangular eyes burst into a strong fierce light, pectoralis major muscles bulged, and muscles stretched from the neck to the shoulders.

The throats of the two men trembled, and the bodies that were originally leaning back 15 degrees, subconsciously adjusted to bend forward 20 degrees, and whispered:

"We want to buy some wood carvings."

"One piece of fifty shells!"

Uncle Shan raised the big axe and said calmly: "Go out, knock on the door, and go in again."

"Hey, all right, all right."

"A capable person with craftsmanship is normal and normal."

The two young men ran out in a desperate manner.

Uncle Shan put the axe aside and raised his eyebrows at Wu Wang. Wu Wang smiled and nodded, and he agreed.

If you have shells, you don’t make money, not a man!

After a while, the two young men knocked gently on the door, and Uncle Shan opened the wooden door forward and said with a smile: "Come in, how many do you want? I still have some stock here."

"Three pieces will do, you can give it to you."

"This is one hundred and fifty shell coins."

The two little servants held a cloth bag and tried to laugh at it.

Uncle Shan asked: "Which of the two masters are in the mansion?"

"We are from the black family, from the black family."

"Isn't that the guardian of the lord's house?" Uncle Shan's eyes lit up.

The two young men straightened their chests and raised their heads, and said with a smile: "Yes, my young master likes your woodcarving very much. I heard that your family has moved here, so we hurried over to buy a few."

"Two wait a minute."

Uncle Shan nodded, put the cloth bag away, walked to the side room, and soon came out with four wooden sculptures.

A little boy hurriedly said, "We didn't bring so many..."

"Didn't the two give two hundred just now?"

Uncle Shan blinked.

The other boy was clever and grinned: "Yes, yes, we are going to buy four."

"Thank you both for your attention," Uncle Shan said softly, "Drink a glass of wine with me?"

"No, the young master is urging him tightly."

"You are busy, if the young master likes it, we will persuade him to come to you to buy a few more!"

"Thank you, thank you. We are all mountain people. We just came to live in this place. We will rely on guardians for shelter in the future. This is all right."

Uncle Shan turned his head and shouted: "Little bug, quickly bring two bunches of beast leg meat to the guests. This is the main customer!"

Wu Wang agreed, and quickly ran out carrying two skewers of dried meat. The two little servants declined in every possible way, but their fingers were already hooked on the hemp rope, and they returned full of joy.

When they walked away, Uncle Shan closed the wooden door and snorted in the direction where the two young men had left.

"Little bug, you remember," Uncle Shan muttered, patting Wu Wang on the shoulder, "Heroes can be deceived, little ghosts are difficult, don't underestimate these little people, they can really do things for you sometimes."

"Hey, I remembered it."

Wu Wang smiled and nodded.

An excellent old hunter has so many things to learn.

Hunting seems to be going around in the mountains and forests, fighting wits and courage with those ferocious beasts and birds, but what is hidden behind them is all human beings.

With Uncle Shan's sophistication, he can rest assured of Aunt Qing's and Jin Wei's daily safety.

Aunt Qing put down the long bow in her hand and stepped out from the wing. She looked at Uncle Shan's eyes... Wu Wang had seen it in the eyes of Young Si Ming.

…

Heaven, the temple of birth and development.

Shao Siming is still wearing her favorite black dress, surrounded by several goddesses and old gods, constantly discussing something.

She really has a lot to be busy.

Take the Kitano Bear and Hug tribe as an example. How many women and men of the right age are in the tribe must be counted through the heavens.

Then, how do these men and women get together, how many children should be given to the bear hugs this year, the birth problems after the children are born, and the proportion of children who die early...

These ‘numbers’ are all set from here.

Beiye alone has dozens of clans that can be named, not to mention the Great Wilderness Jiuye.

The same problem is more complicated when it falls in the human domain. The principle set by the gods is that the stronger the strength, the harder it is to breed offspring, so as to reduce the birth of the monastic family.

But how much the strength increases and how much the possibility of conceiving offspring decreases, the way of heaven has not determined, they must be controlled by the temple of birth.

Therefore, when Wu Wang used his avatar to go to the outside world, Shao Siming was always busy.

She is also happy here, feeling that she can do something for the souls, and she feels very at ease in her heart.

Only when the night is quiet, or there is no one to accompany him, the young man will be stunned for a while, and he will say Wu Wang's name in his heart.

At this time.

The young man ordered to leave the Shengyan Temple, looked at his bedroom, and thought that it was fifteen today, but no one would go to the temple and stare at him, and he was a little unwilling to return.

"I don't know what he is doing outside the sky."

Shao Siming read it softly, then pursed his mouth slightly.

She coiled up her long hair today—Wu Wang is not in the heavenly court, and her green silk will not fall.

With both hands in front of him, the young secretary ordered a cloud to stroll around the heavenly court for half a circle, and all the immortals, gods, soldiers, and generals he saw along the way respectfully saluted her.

Unconsciously, he arrived at a remote hall, and the young man glanced inwardly, knowing where it was.

A phantom appeared at the gate of the palace, and gave a salute to the young man.

If this phantom was a physical entity, it would be very beautiful, with slender eyes and a pointed chin, but it was a standard'snake face', and it was still a'snake face' without any sense of contradiction.

Snake.

"My lord, why did you get to me?"

"I'm free, so I just wander around in the heaven," Young Siming lifted his hands, trying to make himself look more serious, "How are you?"

"Everything is fine," Naruto smiled softly, but his eyes were a little complicated, and he was a little surprised after saying this.

Upon seeing this, the young man drove the clouds across the steps of the temple, and fell in front of the snake phantom, asking with concern: "But have you encountered any trouble?"

Snake shook his head slightly.

In the sacred pond in the temple, the little snake has now become a'monkey python', and this'monkey python' has begun to transform into a dragon. There is a pair of bulges on its head, and its scales have become pale gold. The scales began to merge.

The Snake whispered: "Did the master mention me to you?"

"Yes," the young man said with a smile, "Your Majesty has talked about you many times before, saying that you are a...manufacturable material."

"really?"

There was a little cautious joy in the eyes of the snake, and he whispered: "Now that I don't have a curse, will the master be at ease with me?"

Shao Si Ming said softly: "Don't worry about this, your current strength is not on the same level as him... Uh, no, I mean, you can't hurt him even if you want to backstab him now... That's not what it meant! I!"

Shao Si Ming's small face flushed red, and he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

Ming Snake suddenly chuckled, and sighed: "My lord, don't blame yourself, these words really comfort me."

"Really?"

Shao Si Ming blinked, and the long eyelashes flickered, so that the snake did not dare to look directly.

"Really, my lord."

"Then, then you have more rest, I will go back to the hall and continue to deal with official duties."

The young man nodded slightly, and the snake bowed his head in salute.

Then, the head of the Eight Palace Lords and the wife of the Eastern Emperor turned around and flew back to his temple with a gentle and beautiful smile.

"Um-"

I did another good thing today.

…

That night.

The night in the small town seems to be the same as in the mountains. The treetops on the moon, the simple and primitive people in entertainment, will touch the kang's head early.

Since Jin Wei was still young and afraid of the dark, she still slept with Aunt Qing, Wu Wang was placed in Uncle Shan's room.

Uncle Shan put his arm on his head and muttered: "Little bug, those tricks you said, do they work?"

"Try it and you'll know."

Wu Wang yawned. He was tired of practicing boxing and fighting strength all afternoon. He really didn't want to chat with his uncle.

Tiandao still has a lot of things waiting for him to supervise!

Isn’t the relationship between the Orion a matter of piercing the window paper in one sentence?

"Eh, little bug," Uncle Shan asked in a low voice, "How old do you want to marry a wife in the future?"

"This," Wu Wang was not sleepy immediately.

Wu Wang smiled and said: "I haven't thought about it, just wait for me to become famous."

"It's a good idea. Once you become famous, there will be more choices," Uncle Shan smiled. "You are different from Uncle. In this life, Uncle will look for your aunt."

"Heh," Wu Wang murmured, "Then you should express your mind."

"What anxious, I've been here for so many years," Uncle Shan whispered, "your auntie has a hurdle in her heart, and she also feels that she's crippled."

Wu Wang said casually: "The theory of luck is deceptive."

But after that, Wu Wang blinked immediately.

The old **** of luck is still in the sky, and the saying of luck is really not a lie.

Uncle Shan asked: "Little bug, what color do you think your auntie likes? I heard that there are a few pieces of fine cloth in the tailor shop, which are woven from some insect cocoons, and they are very soft on the body."

"Uncle, what's Qing Auntie's name?"

"Yeah, she might like cyan."

"Uncle, I will go to bed first, and I will see the teacher and father tomorrow."

"Go to sleep," said Uncle Shan with a smile, "don't think too much, even if you don't have the qualifications to practice, you can still feed a large family by relying on this woodcarving."

Wu Wang:...

Without mentioning this, he really didn't worry much.

When he fell asleep, his mind returned to his body, Wu Wang opened his eyes from the heavens and sat on his throne.

"Bell?"

"Master, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I am here."

A transparent outline emerged in the front, naturally the East Emperor Zhong Ling.

Wu Wang wondered: "What is the qualification of my incarnation? Above average?"

"this…"

Zhong Ling blinked and asked, "What was your last sentence?"

Wu Wang didn't understand, so he said, "Zhong?"

"Master, she said she was not here."

call out!

Zhong Ling flashed lightly and disappeared in an instant, leaving Wu Wang sitting alone in the mess.

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