He immediately got up and went back to the house and took out the long white sword. Jire Cheng saw that the scabbard was perfect and white, but it was also plain that Qi Yufeng felt that the sword was crisp and pressing, and the light of the sword instantly bloomed four times. The blade was as bright and clean as autumn water, and some defects were dazzling.

When he couldn’t help some callous on the spot.
Qi Yufeng took out a home key from the tea table and gently scratched the tip of the Changbai sword. The key suddenly broke into two pieces.
Then he turned to his father and said, "This should be faster than that …"
Qi Ruocheng stayed for a long time and couldn’t help turning to ask, "What’s going on, son?"
Qi Yufeng looked out of the window. It was rare for Ri to be sunny in winter. Wan Li was as blue as a face and said with a hint of doubt, "Dad, you can rest assured that you have never done anything that violates the laws of this era."
"And the world is definitely more J and jīng than we thought."
At five o’clock in the morning on Lunar New Year’s Day, Qi Yufeng gently walked out of the door and came to his yard.
He took a deep breath and dived into the air, and then he saw a white mist coming out of his mouth as if it were like an air arrow gradually diverging into the air.
Take a quiet look at the thin layer of light snow cages around you.
Holding the sword out of its sheath, the long white sword is as bright as the milky way, dazzling and breathtaking.
Hands-on "white rain drunk autumn wind"
At this time, he has been practicing "Xiangsidong" for three or four months, and quite a few small swords danced differently from usual.
However, seeing his sword dancing and stretching freely, his sword moving straight and turning lightly, his spirit is steady and his body is calm, and he has a way to advance and retreat.
It is obvious that the white sword has reached a very high level in his hand, which is like tearing the air.
Seeing him move faster and faster, he danced the sword light into a ball of silver light, and his figure was like rǔ Yan’s step into the forest, but he walked in vain. Seeing the dense cold, the snow fell everywhere and cried away.
His sword strength is continuous and rapid, and a set of swordsmanship of Changbai Sword Sutra makes him feel hearty and hinders self-reflection. If the afterburner is successful, it will be further improved.
His left hand was holding the sword tactic, and the right hand sword couldn’t stop shaking. Suddenly, the sword stabbed the tip of the sword and trembled. Listen to Zi Yi draw a firm but gentle sword, and a snow mark appeared three feet away.
Qi Yufeng rounded up and wiped his forehead with a sleeve. Looking at that sword mark, he smiled with satisfaction and looked up at the sky, but I didn’t know when it was already fluttering and falling a little snow.
He bowed their heads and looked at the front, if there was a slight distortion, thoughtfully for a long time, put the sword into the sheath, picked up the backpack that had already been placed at the door, cast a glance at the parents’ room and slowly walked in.
Seeing that his figure is getting lighter and lighter, it seems that he has just painted a pair of ink paintings and dissolved them in the water and gradually disappeared.
Chen Shuai clutched her husband’s hand and cried, "Do you think he will come back?"
JiReCheng nodded and said, "I’m sure I’m sure I’m sorry. We can’t control him anymore …"
Chapter 1 making money
"Do cold deceit flowers will smoke trapped willow.
A thousand miles away to rush hūn dusk
You’re still there in your sorrow.
Surprised by powder, butterflies stay in the West Park.
I like mud and run, and Yan returns to Nanpu.
The most harmful thing is to make a good appointment with the wind.
The car can’t reach Duling Road.
Looking at the extreme in the heavy river
It was also difficult for H ū ná o to find Guandu at night.
Vaguely distant peaks and tears thank mother for her eyebrows.
When the shore is broken and the new green is born.
It is a place of falling red and sorrow.
Remember when Ri doors cover pears and cut lights late at night. "
On this day, Yang hūn, the light rain in March was slightly cold, and a crisp and tactful song came faintly from the lake. The singing sound of Se was clearer and more moving, feminine and evil, pleasing and tempting, but the sadness and lovesickness did not melt a lot.
The master of the song sat at the bow of the boat and looked through the misty rain. It was a girl who was full of happiness and sorrow. On one side of the boat, an old man sat with his hand touching the piano, which was melodious, harmonious and gentle, like a little rain floating in the lake for a long time with the wind.
As the tune faded, the boat gradually disappeared in the misty rain. A teenager wearing a coarse linen robe outside the river bank stood silently for a long time, thinking about the ups and downs of Hao, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. After a long silence, he sighed and walked into the city with a pole and followed the light rain through the grass.
When he got to the city, he turned three and two and walked to a shop.
The shop boy looked forward at the door and saw him from afar. He couldn’t help but "aha" and quickly greeted him, "What’s the little brother doing today?"
The young man laughed, "Don’t lose the two roes."
That guy was a little disappointed. "Why don’t there be a blade and a bear? Master Liu also read a few seasonal dishes for the banquet some time ago."
The young man "scoffed" and said with a smile, "I don’t care if Master Liu and Master Li hunt enough to eat. I’m too lazy to go to the mountains if it rains continuously."
That guy didn’t offend the young man. He quickly took over his shoulder pole and laughed. "Let me accompany you to the shopkeeper for money."
When the two men entered the shop, the shopkeeper was bowing his head to settle accounts. When he looked up, his eyes lit up and said, "Little brother, you have come today. I wonder if you will do it or not?"
The boy couldn’t help asking, "What business?"
The shopkeeper walked out of the counter and took a sip of tea from the teapot mouth without talking, then smiled and looked down at the cover and said, "Well, both roes are quite fat. Is it not easy to get money at this time?"
The boy thought for a moment and said, "If you are cheap, add two hundred more."
The shopkeeper laughed. "Don’t be greedy and tired of me, little buddy. You can earn thousands of dollars if you introduce this deal. Maybe you can make a fortune. Don’t be penny wise and pound foolish."
At that time, it was in the prime of Dacheng, and money was always equal to one tael of silver. However, in Taizu’s time, there was a law that holders of gold and silver were not allowed to trade privately in exchange for passing banknotes, but now one tael of silver is worth a lot more than the usual money.
The boy couldn’t help asking, "What business is troublesome?"
The shopkeeper said, "Don’t bother to run a leg. If it’s fast, it won’t delay you going home for dinner today."
When the young man heard the eyebrow eye smile, "Tell the shopkeeper what a good deal it is."
The shopkeeper smoothed her beard and smiled, "It’s not that I’m too hard on you. You really can’t do this business without my introduction."
"What is the business? The shopkeeper said that the prey will be returned to your home in the future. "When the teenager saw this shopkeeper, he should be generous and generous."
The shopkeeper earned enough money and sold enough money before he gave it to Shi Ran. "Do you know if Ri is Ri today?"
"What’s the matter with the 10th day of March? What’s so special about it? Is it Grain Rain? " Young wanted to think doubt asked.
The shopkeeper said with a smile, "When I saw that you were living in a remote place for a long time, I didn’t even know what this Ri was doing. Today, Ri is trying to release the list. Some of us are writing a list, and some people are missing a leg and a foot. Are you willing to be familiar with the business of township people?"
The young man stared blankly. "What Taoist priest? Does anyone want to become a monk? "
The shopkeeper couldn’t help frowning when he heard this. He stretched out his hand in the teenager’s head and played a way of blasting chestnut and hating iron not to produce. "You are a child with fine features, but how can you be so academic? This test is only once in three years for the national selection of scholars."
"After a while, the yamen will release the list, let’s write a big red post and send it to those remote rural families for trial. This gratuity is essential."
When the boy heard that he could still make such a profit, he couldn’t help wondering, "What kind of money can that brother have? Why don’t you find a few restaurants in the city to eat?"
The shopkeeper laughed. "There are too many errands in the city, and people will not reward you even if they reward their relatives. Even if they are poor and don’t have the money, they have to chip in to reward the first bearer of good news. Otherwise, wouldn’t the family be ashamed?"
The teenager heard it and laughed. "At least there is a rich man sitting in several nearby villages. Let’s eat this big meal today."
When the shopkeeper saw the boy’s promise, he couldn’t help but be overjoyed and said, "Let’s say that running errands is yours to write and watch the list, but the money has to be mine. Let’s divide it into four and six, and you can divide it into four and six."