Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Because I am not concerned about teaching and everyone in school children, I will seem very patient."

Ning Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, right, this is the feeling I couldn't say before. Mr. Zhou's heart is only in the book. Master teaches, and his heart is outside the book."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded, "Yes."

He is indeed a proud disciple who allowed Chen Ping'an to teach his talisman knowledge with confidence.

Jiang Shangzhen changed the topic, "Although he is a teacher now, he has been in the world when he was young. Ning Ji, do you know what the world is?"

Chen Lingjun's eyes widened when he heard this. Will Chief Zhou really mislead others?

Ning Ji hesitated for a moment and shook his head. The child did not look forward to the so-called world.

Jiang Shangzhen didn't continue talking.

Chen Lingjun talked about some leisure time, and Ning Ji couldn't quite understand the content of many topics anyway.

In the night, Ning Ji stood up, said goodbye and left, and put the bamboo chair back into the house.

Jiang Shangzhen didn't get up, but Chen Lingjun said that they would walk together for a long time and had never been to the next village.

Jiang Shangzhen looked at the figures of the two of them, but she was actually about the same size.

Luopo Mountain is really a good place to do academic research.

Chen Lingjun's passers-by collection and Bai Xuan's heroic collection.

There are also many books that Pei Qian saved up, piles of booklets that warm trees recorded daily expenses and expenses, Xiaomi Li only wrote diaries of the weather, and gonghou recorded all the personnel and affairs in the mountains.

Even Xie Gou has written travel notes on mountains and rivers now.

Not long after, Chen Lingjun came back and said, "Ningji is a poor child. Brother Zhou, please take care of him."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded with a smile, "It's easy to say."

Chen Lingjun yawned and crossed his legs against the chair.

Jiang Shangzhen asked curiously: "I heard that sister, who is named Yuanhu, came to visit the mountain last time. Did you see her? What's your figure?"

Chen Lingjun picked his nose, flicked his fingers casually, and said casually: "I've seen it, I can't remember it very clearly. I guess it's normal."

Jiang Shangzhen looked shocked and admired her fakely. She asked, "Brother Jingqing, are the women you meet in your life all fairies?"

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes, too lazy to say a word.

Jiang Shang really rarely recalls the past, probably because he almost never regrets anything.

Why is the world so big, and in the crowd, I met her alone and walked towards me when I looked at her and saw her, and I could never forget it again.

Jiang Shangzhen lay on a rattan chair, imitating the old chef in the mountains, put his hands on his abdomen, and slowly said, "I can give her anything she wants, but I can't afford it. She just wants such things."

Chen Lingjun sat on the small bamboo chair beside him and whispered: "The Ming media is just marrying me?"

Jiang Shangzhen said: "I sincerely love only one person and grow old together."

Chen Lingjun curled his lips, "After all, it's just romantic. It's easy to see someone like someone, but you can't help but feel at ease. That woman will misunderstand someone and owe you in her previous life."

Jiang Shangzhen was silent. If it were placed in the Yugui Sect and Yunku Fu Land, who would dare to be so unyielding and outspoken? Jiang Shangzhen insisted on hitting him out of shit.

Chen Lingjun said: "It's my own brother, I said that, don't be surprised."

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and waved his hand, telling him not to think too much. If he hadn't really gotten along, why bother talking about this? His own son wouldn't even listen to it.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Shangzhen asked, "Jing Qing, do you think you look like Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Lingjun was stunned, "Ha, what a bullshit question is this? Can I be a little similar to the mountain master? If there are one or two similar places, the mountain master will not achieve what I have today. I cannot drink the northwest wind with me, and I can still eat delicious food and spicy food every day like now, eat and drink plenty of wine and eat, stay on the mountain and take a walk to digest it when I am bored?"

"Spend money like flowing water, big hands, and making money is like an ant moving. There is almost no time to be rich in your life. When you should be stingy, you have a thin skin and always like to slap the swollen face and make you fat. When you should be generous, you don't have the ability to be generous. When you have a mind, you will never be able to do things."

"So the old chef said something strange that I don't know the best or bad, saying that I always follow the bottom line and be a human being. Oh, I'm worried."

Jiang Shangzhen listened to Chen Lingjun's words patiently and said softly: "Jing Qing, you have to know one thing. In this world, there are many people who don't know how to love themselves and others at the same time."

Chen Lingjun wanted to speak but stopped. Forget it, he was not good at talking about these things.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "I envy some people."

On the winding road, the young man's straw sandals were covered with mud. But the boy's head seemed to be always bright.

Jiang Shangzhen quickly added to himself, "I'm not that envious."

Chen Lingjun asked, "Why?"

Jiang Shangzhen gave a heart-breaking truth, "They don't have money as much as me."

Chen Lingjun turned around and raised two thumbs, "When I am not short of money, we two brothers are in line. One day we are in a tight position, let me call you, adoptive father!"

Jiang Shangzhen laughed out loud.

Chen Lingjun looked at the sky, stood up, and was about to pat his butt and leave, "I came here sneakily, I have to go back."

Jiang Shangzhen waved her hand, "Come again if you have time."

Chen Lingjun clasped his fists with his hands and said with a smile: "Take care, take care of your adoptive father, and the child will leave!"

Jiang Shang was really helpless, so he gave the word "get out" and then said something in his heart.

Chen Lingjun thought about it, but said nothing, Yufeng returned to Luopo Mountain.

On the down-and-out mountain, Nuanshu found Mr. Zhu with a embarrassed look on his face.

The old chef wearing an apron was busy having a midnight snack in the kitchen again. Seeing Xiao Nuanshu absent-mindedly choosing vegetables. Zhu Lian stopped scolding the bastards and asked them to go to the toilet to set up wine. He asked with a smile: "Is there something to worry about? Can you tell me?"

Nuanshu whispered: "Mr. Zhu, hasn't Xu Xia come to our mountain? That guy Chen Lingjun often accompanied Xiao Mili to entertain guests."

Zhu Lian stopped the movements in his hand, nodded and smiled, "I know this. I can listen to Chen Lingjun's loud voice in the kitchen."

Nuanshu said, "I don't know what Chen Lingjun thought. When we met, we asked Xu Daxia how old he was, whether his martial arts level was high, and how old his grandson was... After knowing the answer, he said that his body was quite tough, and he would call him brothers, and he would be with his back and forth, and invite him to have morning wine and lunch... Xu Daxia was invited by the mountain master to go up the mountain. How long has it been, he said a lot of these bastards. Mr. Zhu, listen, is it reasonable?"

Zhu Lian nodded, "It's not very appropriate. There is no taboo in the little bastard's words, all of which are things that our mountain master dare not say."

The Nuan Shu looked dim and held his hands hard.

She didn't dare to tell the mountain master this.

I had to come and ask for help from the most understanding Mr. Zhu.

Zhu Lian laughed softly and said, "But then again, what the mountain master dared not say, and it was even more inappropriate to say. But Jing Qing said it, but it was appropriate, and it was even more appropriate."

Nuanshu raised his head with his eyes and suddenly became bright, but he was still skeptical and still held his hands.

Zhu Lian explained: "Chen Lingjun is a fool, who is just a gangster. He just happened to be the same as Xu Daxia, and he talked to each other. Xu Daxia's mind was there. The more heartless Chen Lingjun was, the less hurtful Chen Lingjun said, but instead he could help Xu Daxia untie his heart and let go. It was a good thing."

Nuanshu thought about these words carefully, his face softened, and he nodded slightly, as if it was like this?

She asked, "Mr. Zhu, was it Chen Lingjun who did it on purpose?"

Zhu Lian picked up the kitchen knife again, "He doesn't have that brain."

When he found Nuanshu didn't say anything, he just looked at him. Zhu Lian smiled and said he was fed. Nuanshu thanked him, his eyebrows were curved and his expression was soft, and he continued to choose vegetables.

Just as the food was about to be served, a young boy in green came to the door and looked over, "Old chef, stupid girl, are you busy? What's going on? Hurry up and make another plate of pickled cucumbers, that slack wine. The mountain master is not here, I have to carry the burden of treating guests. I just called Brother Xu, I have to rub it well. There is no brotherhood at the table, I only saw the best on the road of boxing..."

Zhu Lian looked at Xiao Nuanshu and saw, are you a fool? Nuanshu nodded, he is a fool.

Previously, Ning Ji returned to his residence in the next village, gently opened the door and slammed the door, tiptoed to his house, and started to sleep.

After sleeping under the Zhao tree in another room, he closed his eyes and felt relieved, and his breathing gradually became slender.

Ning Ji had a strange dream.

A blue-shirted swordsman seemed to be a gentleman, holding a hiking stick. He spent many years and never resisted the wind and walked all over the broken mountains and rivers.

And in the wild world, a young demon clan who had just climbed a mountain to practice Taoism, accidentally entered a secret realm, like a study place, with the name of Haoran?

Haoranzhai!

The young monk was extremely nervous. Who was so ignorant of life and death that he dared to give such a study name in the wilderness world?

He broke into this place for no reason, and was unable to go out after a long journey. The young monk had to start to check books casually in the study, put down those ordinary books, and did some breathing and breathing. In the dark, he was drowsy and had a dream.

In a vast battlefield, the two armies faced each other, and the forces on both sides were all in a vast territory. On one side was the demon clan formed a formation and on the other side were the Haoran Iron Cavalry. The situation of the war finally began to fall.

At this place, a golden-armored god as tall as a mountain descended to the center of the battlefield and smashed the ground with a bang, as if all kinds of luck were gathered together, blocking the offensive of the demon army.

On the shoulders of the huge god stood a man in a red robe as small as mustard seeds and a vague figure as silk thread. He carried a sword on his back and held a knife in both hands. He was full of majestic Taoism, and his aura was even better than that of the gods.
Chapter completed!