Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 3: Queen training

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An endless chase with each other's death began.

Lei Dong ran with his feet in front of him, and Sun Wuji did not let him go after one step. In terms of light work, Lei Dong, apart from the long and strong invigoration of decades of cultivation, lasts longer, and his body is light and labor-saving. It is not as good as Sun Wuji. The two of them kept a distance of five feet in front of each other.

Leadong’s technique of sealing the acupuncture points is very special. Meng Fuyao's infuriating energy in the lower body is locked to him, but the upper body is unobstructed. He seems certain that Meng Fuyao would never be willing to crawl away with his hands.

Of course, Meng Fuyao refused to climb. She wasn't in a hurry when she got there. If you catch me, you won't regret it.

On the first day, learn embroidery.

The old guy solved Meng Fu's upper body acupuncture point, threw a bag over, and opened it to see that the embroidery bandage and embroidery needles and colored threads were all complete, so he had already prepared.

"Today you have to embroider something." Lei Dong made arrangements with a loud voice, "Wait when I have time to find an embroiderer to guide you."

Immediately, he waved his sleeves, found a tree and sat down, then swung down several poor trees on the rocky mountain, cut off the branches and leaves, made two beds, and lay down comfortably.

Five feet away from them, Changsun Wuji found a flat stone and lay down comfortably.

Meng Fuyao grabbed the pile of things and asked: "Where is the needle hoop?"

"What is it?" Lei Dong's eyes widened.

"Wear it on your hand to prevent things from being poked." Meng Fu shook his hand. "I will not do it without this thing. If you know that the future Queen Dahan of your family will stretch out all the holes in the hand, then It’s not enough for De Rong to speak, and it’s a shame for your baby apprentice."

Lei Dong thought about it seriously. It's about the face of the baby apprentice. You can't ignore it. After thinking about it, he took a finger from his arms and asked: "Is this almost the same?"

Meng Fuyao unceremoniously took it, the huge black jade pulls her finger, and there is a faintly slender silver light in the middle, which looks unusual, like a half-open and half-closed eye, which she holds in her arms." Let the enemy suffer a loss, I will take advantage of the life creed", immediately wobbled on my finger: "Success!"

She was sitting on the stone, embroidering really well, embroidering for a long time, looking at the flowers, the grass, the mountains, the birds, and the opposite Changsun Wuji, shouting: "Hey, the weather is good."

Changsun Wuji shouted back: "Yes, it's good, have you eaten it?"

"Did not eat." Meng Fuyao shouted, "Have you eaten?"

"I didn't eat either." Changsun Wuji shouted, "Is it okay to hit two birds and roast them? What kind of bird meat do you like? Cardinal, lark, crow, cuckoo?"

Meng Fuyao touched his erected hair and murmured: "Why does it sound so cruel?" After a long while, he ordered: "Come on a oriole!"

"You two are so noisy!" Lei Dong couldn't sleep, so he sat up and shouted, "No talking!"

Meng Fuyao was silent, and handed the embroidery needle.

"What are you doing."

"Please sew my mouth," Meng Fuyao begged, "It's okay if you don't eat or drink water. It's cruel not to talk. It's like asking you not to fight if I don't talk. Think about it, think about it. ——"

So Lei Dong thought about it. After thinking about it for a while, he felt really cruel, and rumblingly said: "Small voice! Don't yell at your throat, my old man's ears are all deaf to you."

Meng Fuyao looked at the sky, and a group of crows fell from the sky to kill this real noise maker!

Failed to sleep, Lei Dong remembered to eat. He took out a few hard cakes from his arms, held them in his hands over and over and whispered his luck, his palms were red, and the cakes were baked soft instantly, and the dough was fragrant. , Meng Fuyao praised: "A great martial arts! It's a simple portable boiler for home travel, killing and setting fire!"

Lei Dong grinned, triumphantly, Meng Fuyao smiled purely at him, the two laughed and laughed at each other, and they laughed until the smell of burnt smoke came out, and Meng Fuyao was cool and reminded: "Jiao Up."

……

Lei Dong let go and brought the Jiao Bing to Master Yuan Bao: "Reward you!"

Master Yuan Bao grabbed the ground with his head-the biggest insult in this life!

Meng Fuyao sighed, and said: "Poor..." shouted to the opposite grandson Wuji: "Has the bird been roasted?"

"Lack of salt!" The fragrance of bird meat came from the other side.

Meng Fuyao drooled and said to himself: "His Royal Highness is unable to burn fire, and roasting game is still good. Look at the taste, tusk..."

Lei Dong sucked his nose, his bull's eyes lit up, and said: "Tell that kid to bake a few more."

"You are a gangster who forcibly kidnapped people's girls," Meng Fu shook his knees with his nostrils up to the sky, "Have you ever heard that the robbers invite the robbers to have barbecue?"

The old man immediately angered: "I am Thunder!"

Meng Fuyao answered quickly: "I haven't heard it!"

Leading Bull's eyes glared scorchingly, and the eyes were dazzling like a searchlight. Meng Fuyao's anger was halting and not giving way. After opening for a while, he felt that his eyelids were sore and about to cry. If you fail, you can't lose the battle. Hold your eyelids up.

The old guy lost the battle. He stopped staring this time. He turned his head and looked at Meng Fuyao for a long time. A smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He said, "Interesting and interesting. Now the old man knows why Ye'er has fallen in love with you... The old man looked at each other for so long, except for Ye'er, only you."

Meng Fuyao gave a "chick" and turned his head to ignore. The grandson Wuji threw a roasted bird over there. Meng Fuyao then smiled with open eyebrows: "The outside is tender and the inside is tender, and the aroma is overflowing. Good, good."

She tore a leg and chewed slowly. Suddenly she heard the sound of thunder next to her. She ignored her and continued to eat. The thunder became louder and louder. The Lord Yuan Bao was unbearable, and she went into the relative's house again to avoid lightning.

Meng Fuyao sighed and said: "People say that my belly is like thunder, and I really saw it today." He handed the remaining half of the roasted bird to him, and Lei Dong immediately picked it up unceremoniously and stuffed it with the half bird. Stuff your teeth.

Meng Fuyao watched him finish eating unsuspectingly, his eyes brightened, and he counted silently in his heart: "One, two, three, too!"

……

Not down.

Lei Dong sat there like a mountain, his eyes brighter than her, and said: "Brake a few more."

Meng Fuyao collapsed——Her unbeatable and invincible top Mongolian sweat medicine from Zong Yue, did Wei Mao have no effect on this flamingo?

"Have you put a lot of medicine?" The flaming old guy licked his lips, "a woman is a woman, even if it is a poison or sweat medicine, the taste must be adjusted to sugar. The old man has not taken it for more than ten years Come on, I miss it."

Meng Fuyao twitches-dare to love the old guy who used to take the poison of Master Zong Yue to exercise his stomach...

The poisoning failed, Meng Fuyao was no longer in the mood to disturb Lei Dong's mind. He lay down in a daze, and was picked up by thunder before he lay down: "Embroidery! Embroidery!"

His Majesty Meng grabbed a fluttering needle with a tiger's claw, and said dazedly: "Embroidery, embroidery..."

Lei Dong lay down comfortably, with his legs crossed, and squinted at Meng Fuyao's "flying needle routing", thinking that this woman's appearance is the most beautiful and virtuous, and it seems that she has a lot of share in the wild, which is very pleasant. A big smile appeared, and he fell asleep dimly.

Meng Fuyao heard him snoring like thunder, and immediately became happy again, and raised his hand to signal to Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji had just taken a step, the old guy turned over, and his long arms hit him intentionally or unintentionally, just passing Meng Fuyao. Shoulder well point.

Meng Fuyao heard the creak of her arm, and then froze there while raising her arm to pick up the guests. After an hour, the old man turned over again and slapped her paws to creak down.

Failed to escape again...

The old man slept until the moonlight rose in the east before he got up. He sat up and asked for the inspection result: "The embroidery, let me see."

Meng Fuyao yawned lazily and pointed to the ground.

The old man picked up the exquisite and noble apricot brocade and saw that it was indeed embroidered with something ---yellow thread, a three-layer odd-shaped object with simple lines, with a pointed top and a round bottom, with a simple shape.

"What is it?" Lei Dong was sluggish.

Meng Fuyao lay down and stretched: "A pile of shit."

"..."

For a long while, there was a roar on the top of the mountain: "One, tuo, shit!"

"Strange." Meng Fuyao rubbed his eyes and looked at the cooked flamingo in wonder, "You said it depends on my embroidery level, and there is no stipulation on what I want to embroider. Now I will show my level. I saw it for you, are you satisfied?"

"You can't embroider this, either!" The old man was burning.

"What's wrong?" Meng Fuyao lazily, "Don't discriminate against a pile of shit, **** also has a pattern of shit, do you dare to say that this thing is not important? Do you dare to say that you can leave it every day? Do you dare to say Wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable if this thing refused to come out? Do you dare to say that the rice you eat on weekdays can grow well without this thing, and it can be burnt smoothly into fragrant rice..."

"Shut up!"

The flaming old man hulas all over the hills--if she talks about it, she won't have to eat in this life.

Meng Fuyao lay down peacefully, and by the way, he said: "Don't get excited, watch out for the increase in blood pressure, but luckily it's raining soon, I'm not afraid you will burn."

It is about to rain.

The sky's stratus clouds passed, and the black sky came over. There were golden and red fireballs jumping between the clouds. Meng Fuyao sighed-together with thunder, it was about to thunder and rain.

She lay on the rock and shouted to the other side: "Changsun Wuji, you go down the mountain, there is no place to sleep on the mountain——"

Changsun Wuji looked up at her, smiled, and said: "Where are you where I am."

Lei Dong was dissatisfied and cursed: "Shut up, don't talk to my apprentice and wife!"

"Master, I am unqualified." Meng Fuyao turned around, looking up at it very sincerely, "Really, I am unqualified to be a wise and generous Queen of Dahan."

"My wild children like it!" The old man replied complainingly and concisely.

Meng Fu shook his teeth and gave up the plan to communicate with this tuo. Forget it, it is more comfortable to pay attention to the Prince.

But paying attention to the prince gradually became uncomfortable. There were no trees on the rocky mountain. The few trees were swept over by thunder to make a bed. The grassland under the mountain and there was no shelter, Changsun Wuji stayed within her sight. The place, there is only a shallow mountain valley, can not stop the rain.

Meng Fuyao looked at the sky worriedly, expecting the rain to leave it alone, not wanting to lift her head, a thunder blasted down, crackling raindrops fell like hail, causing her to close her eyes quickly.

It's raining.

The rain on the grassland in summer was unobstructed and violent, crashing down the sky. There was a tree on top of Meng Fuyao's head, and she was quickly getting wet. She hurriedly asked thunder: "Go down the mountain and find a place to avoid the rain."

"No." Lei Dong greeted the thunder and lightning very happily. "The old man chose this weather to climb up the mountain. The sky and lightning are very good for my skill."

It’s good for you and it’s not good for me. Meng Fuyao was angry, and Lei Dong glanced at her and said: "It’s not a bad thing for you. Young children should hone their muscles and bones. You are ranked in the top ten. Is this rain?"

Should we get caught if we are not afraid of rain? Meng Fuyao stared at the flaming old man with blue face and fangs, and his virtuousness was the same as that of his own dead old Taoist-he had to undergo natural tempering! To meet the storm baptism!

A bunch of bastards!

Seeing that the old man definitely wants to temper her, but she doesn’t have to drag her grandson Wou-ki to be tempered too. She didn’t carry her baggage, and it was very uncomfortable to change her clothes when they were wet, so she had to turn around and lay on the stone. Changsun Wuji shouted: "Go down the mountain—go down to avoid the rain—you will catch the wind."

Changsun Wuji asked her: "Isn't it cold? I'll get you oil coats—"

Meng Fuyao can't help but smile. Where are you looking for oil coats in this vast land? There may be someone at the foot of the mountain, but to find a oil coat to go over the mountain? His Royal Highness is so free! However, when the smile reached the corners of her mouth, it turned into a deep drooping line. Looking at the grandson Wuji standing in the rain, she suddenly became angry. She raised her hand and pulled out the tree above her head and slammed in the direction of Sun Wuji. Long threw it away, and Changsun Wuji took it. He smiled at her from the chaotic rain curtain, and his eyes were as bright as stars from so far away.

Lei Dong said: "Why did you pull up all the trees that shelter the rain? You are not afraid of rain."

Meng Fuyao said sharply: "Well, take the baptism of nature, make the closest contact with the original ecological thunder and lightning, why do you want to block the tree? Shower! You shower with me!"

Before waiting, she began to speak with thunderous fangs. As soon as she raised her hand, she threw the thunderous tree bed out and landed at the feet of Changsun Wuji.

The thunder was furious, and the roar surpassed the thunder slashing overhead, "Where can I sleep when you throw my bed?"

Meng Fu shook his head and replied louder: "Sleep with me!"

The old man staggered and fell down...

Meng Fuyao has his head high and his eyes are piercing--I can't beat you, and Lei will kill you!

For a long while, the old guy got up and stared at her scorchingly. His red bald head was dripping brightly. Meng Fuyao stared at the bald head maliciously, satisfied that the contact area of ​​her was larger than his own.

Across the rain screen, the old and the young looked at each other for a while, and each turned away with a snort. Meng Fu shook his head and found that the eldest son Wuji had disappeared. She was surprised and relieved, thinking that anyway, thunder won't harm her, she thought It's not easy to escape from Lei's hands. It doesn't matter if he doesn't keep it, it's serious to go down the mountain to avoid the rain.

Lei Dong turned his head, thought for a while, and suddenly punched the mountain wall.

There was a crash of stone chips flying around, big and small stones flew around, and in an instant, the big fist of the vinegar bowl blasted the hard rock wall out of a big hole deep in the arm, thundering thundered several punches, big holes Deeper and deeper, he actually used his flesh palm to make a cave on the mountain wall.

Meng Fuyao couldn't move his lower body, waved his hand to block the stones, glared at the thunder, and cursed: "Pangolin!"

Lei Dong suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her, shot into the hole, and said: "Pamper yourself! Go to sleep!"

After a while, Lord Yuan Bao was airdropped in again.

Meng Fu snorted and shook his wet clothes, watching the old guy standing upright in the heavy rain, thundering, golden snakes dancing, and his shiny head gleaming to welcome the baptism of the sky thunder, he couldn't help grunting with pity. One sentence.

"Poor Battle Kitano..."

After taking a break, I suddenly saw a figure swept in front of me. Meng Fuyao wrinkled his brows as he looked through the rain screen probe. Why is Changsun Wuji back again?

He seemed to have something under his armpit. The wind passed through the rain screen, raised his hand and threw the thing over.

Meng Fuyao held it in his hand, an oil coat, and a bag wrapped in an oil coat. Inside, there was a set of clean clothes for a woman herder. The clothes and footwear were all complete, even... even underwear.

Meng Fuyao stared at the prairie daughter's chest strap for a long time, all red embarrassed...

After a long time of embarrassment, I remembered, where did he get this suit? How many miles did it take to find a house on a rainy night? Or, he just climbed over this mountain just to find her clean clothes?

I knew that when she reached her level, it was really not a problem to get in the rain, but it was not very comfortable. However, it was still a dry suit for tens of miles in the rain.

There is someone who does not take care of her with her strength and relaxation. In his heart, even if she is flying high in the sky, she will always be the little girl he has the responsibility to take care of.

Meng Fuyao squeezed the suit and looked at the other side. Grandson Wou-ki smiled and sat down in the rain. Seeing her looking over, he put on an oil coat and sat down, but he was already soaked in his clothes, and it was useless to wear it. . Meng Fu sighed slowly, thinking that the golden prince has always been with him since he was with him. He has always suffered from the hardships that he shouldn’t eat. He wants to sleep, have a picnic, get caught in the rain, get beaten, want to chase hard, and find it in the middle of the night. Clothes, all the things that every man in the world who chases girls has to do or even can’t do... It’s a hard life.

The rain curtain is vast, looking at each other in pairs, one smiling and comforting, the other self-blaming and sad. It seems very affectionate and affectionate, thunderous and thunderous, and block the door-like body at the intersection of the eye line: "Don’t steal Look!"

Meng Fuyao did not speak, looked at his back for a while, and said lazily: "Master, no wonder you think I am not strong enough, look at you, my **** is really big."

……

The door quickly moved away, and the old guy lost again...

The rain fell in the middle of the night, and it stopped until the sky was light. In the early morning, the water drops on the rocky mountains and the air was refreshing and gratifying. The long-term Sun Wuji fluttered and said hello, "Morning."

Meng Fuyao looked at him admiringly, thinking that there is such a person in the world who can maintain a noble and elegant demeanor in any state of embarrassment. A night of rain is like a night of hot springs. Unlike her, Mingming caves have shelter. She also changed into clean clothes, but she wrinkled into a rag when she came over overnight.

Lei Dong's nostrils hummed toward the sky, and he answered the grandson Wuji, and once again picked up one person and one mouse to make the way, Master Yuan Bao's tears were refusing to leave--I'm hungry!

Meng Fuyao made a very unconscionable finger thunderously-going with Grandpa.

Master Yuan Bao rushed to find Grandpa, and Grandpa Lei said "Om?" and said angrily: "Why didn't you eat the pancakes I gave you yesterday? You deserve to be hungry!"

Meng Fuyao hugged his chest with his hands and looked coolly at the sky: "This rat once saved the life of Emperor Dahan. When he was in Dahan, he provided 100 taels of silver each day. It was a life-saving rat enshrined by everyone in Dahan. I don’t want to be mistreated by the hungry meal at the hands of Emperor Dahan today. It’s really ungrateful to cross the river and demolish the bridge..."

The old man started to take things out of his clothes when he heard it, and took out a fruit that looked a bit like Poria in vain. The Lord Yuan Bao's eyes flashed when he saw it, and he ran to **** it and ran away. Meng Fuyao's eyes were burning. I looked at Dahan Dijun with a reassessed eye, and felt that there were a lot of good things on this old guy? Anyway, if you don't take it, you can't take it for nothing. If you take it, you can't take it in vain. At any rate, you have to ask him to pay for the mental loss.

When the old man was blackmailed clean, and when he turned around to blackmail his apprentice, Meng Fuyao bit his finger and laughed violently.

The next day, memorize "The Commandments of Women", "The Rules of Women", "The Training of Women", "The Analects of Women" and other books dedicated to virtuous women in brainwashing and mass production for thousands of years.

"Seven chapters of "The Commandments for Women"-humble, married, cautious, female, concentrating, Qu Cong, uncle and sister". Meng Fuyao was carried into a tent by thunder and drank the herdsman’s tea, reading aloud with a book in his arms, “Work late and work early, don’t worry about the night; Don't squint... yeah, I really want to sleep."

"No sleep!" Professor Lei waved a small pointer (the herdsman's whip) and glared, "You slept the most last night, and you slept!"

"Give me some refreshing..." Classmate Meng stretched out a begging hand, "Coffee, tea, cigarettes, pins, candles...all do, this content is really hypnotic."

Professor Lei ignored, the woman was full of strange words, and she would be fooled if she ignored her.

"Actually, I think so," Meng Fuyao turned the book up and down. "What kind of book looks different in the eyes of anyone, such as a national history-the scholars see Yi, Taoism The family sees adultery, the talented person sees lingering, the revolutionist sees the row is full, the rumors see the secrets of the palace, such as this female commandment, I see martial arts."

"Oh?" Wu Chi immediately became interested.

"Concentrate on sorrow, no lewd sound, so right!" Meng Fuyao eagerly approached, "Martial arts practitioners are most afraid of being invaded by external images, such as when the spiritual platform is clear and bright, suddenly heard strange noises The heart is shocked, the inner breath must be disturbed, and I think, if it is a startled sound, the inner breath rises, if it is a lewd sound, the inner breath sinks..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The rate is slow."

"Wonderful words!" Meng Fuyao slapped his hands, "There's more..."

"Yes..."

"What is that..."

"Yes..."

Half an hour passed... One hour passed... Two hours passed...

"Shall we discuss this and what to do?" After a long time, Lei Dong finally woke up, "Endorsement! Endorsement!"

Meng Fuyao looked at him innocently, and said: "Crawling education without skills and guidance is a cruel stifle and restraint to children's spirituality and creative thinking. I ask for interactive reading with other popular science books to improve the efficiency of learning. And interests."

Lei Dong glared at her, and Meng Fuyao translated: "Uncle, give some cartoon fan pocket books Qiong Yao novels* novels to exchange your appetite..."

Lei Dong understood, looked at her for a long while, took out a booklet from his arms, and said: "You still have some insights. You can read this book for a quarter of an hour every time you recite the female commandment. You must have your own Views, I will take them back if I don’t."

Meng Fuyao took it and smiled affectionately at the uncle: "Don't worry, compared with the female commandment, all books are in H text with flesh."

She went to study the "H text", basically read the "H text" at two hours, memorized the "Female Commandments" for half an hour, and discussed with him immediately before Lei Dong got angry. , Lei Dong also forgot.

At night, Meng Fuyao lighted up the lamp and enthusiastically said that he would continue to study "The Commandments of Women", thundering and Long Xin rejoiced, quite applauded, Meng Fuyao picked up the lantern to fight at night, and when he read it in the middle of the night, he raised his head and saw a far away from the tent. Starlight, I suddenly remembered that I deceived the thunderous martial arts cheats to forget about sleep and food, and even forgot the eldest son Wuji who had been following him. After thinking about it, I looked at the thunder across the tent, and I didn’t dare to raise my hand and be acupuncture. , Then quietly moved the oil lamp over and shone on her. The light and shadow of the oil lamp projected her figure on the tent. The person in the distance immediately raised her head. Meng Fuyao smiled, knowing this thin cloth tent, far away People in the area can see the shadows cast on the tent.

She faced the tent and gestured a head-slap-touch your head, baby behave.

Facing the tent again, he held up the book in his hand—the old guy is so cheating, and sooner or later the aunt will cheat his underwear.

Facing the tent again, shaking his clothes, sprinkling water, and asking him—I got wet last night, did he catch the cold?

After a while, the slender figure on the tent climbed into a small ball on the shoulder.

I made a posture of eating--Master, I have something to eat.

I made a posture to incite Meng Fuyao-this is very good, don't worry!

I made a sad pose for self-portrait——I am so handsome for Mao...

The slender shadow immediately slapped down the ball of hair and made a gesture of vomiting

……

The "shadow play" was silently placed on the tent, and the man on the hillside outside the tent hugged his knees and watched with interest. The fragrance of grass in early summer was infinite, the gentle chirping of insects, and the starlight scattered in the sky. Down, his eyes were more brilliant than the starlight.

That is her delicacy, her gentleness; this is his joy, his gaze.

For a long while, he lay down gently, put his head in his hands, and gave a drunken smile to the high and far sky.

On the third day, learn cooking.

Actually, Meng Fuyao doesn’t need to learn this thing at all. She definitely passes the level of cooking, but she doesn’t plan to let the "Queen of Dahan" in the eyes of Old Man Lei pass the level. It is her ultimate goal to let him fail with a big pen. .

Holding on to this goal, Meng Fuyao blew up the pots of three herders, destroyed their only stove, burned their tents, and made a pile of everything from color to shape to smell when thunder was busy making compensation. Lei Dong roared at the pile of food that tested people's endurance, and threw them to Master Yuan Bao.

Master Yuanbao smiled and talked, dragged a furoshiki to wrap things up, then dragged it out again, and gave it to his master.

One person and one mouse hide behind the hillside and spread out the furoshiki for a picnic, peeling away those terrifying skins, revealing the steaming food wrapped in painstakingly inside, sharing it, sharing it, and flying out from the hillside. Meng Fuyao looked sadly from afar, eating hard cakes, and accompanied them on a picnic with his thoughts and saliva.

Leidong gnawed the pancakes and missed the roasted bird of the grandson Wuji on the first day. Meng Fuyao showed contempt in his eyes-grandma's delicacies are only delicacies, so I won't give it to you. I would rather accompany you to gnaw the pie!

For a long while, Master Yuanbao came back, carrying a small bag, and dragged Meng Fuyao's clothes, one person and one rat turned around sneakily, Master Yuanbao secretly opened the bag, and inside a shiny elbow, Changsun Wuji had been stripped away Meng Fuyao deliberately smeared the scorched taro juice, revealing the intact and crispy elbow inside, and carefully removed the bones, wrapped two layers with clean silk cloth, and sent it back to Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao was holding his elbow in tears, thinking about the prince is good, kind baby, never forget her, intoxicated for a long time, just grabbed to eat, a big hairy hand suddenly stretched out, and grabbed it. : "What's so fragrant!"

Meng Fuyao rushed forward and snatched it: "The dead old man, even the tiger's mouth dare to take food!"

"Go!" Thunder moved his sleeves.

"Get out!" Meng Fuyao poked it with a finger.

"Bang--"

"Pong!"

Rolling smoke and dust rose from the tent, there was a loud crackling, and the bowls, bowls, chopsticks and felt flew around in a mess. When they came out, they didn't recover their first appearance, and then chittered, and the tent exploded.

For a long while, the smoke and dust that rushed into the sky disappeared, revealing the thunder that stood akimbo and Meng Fuyao lying on the ground, looking at the sky dullly, his eyes were astray.

Master Yuan Bao went to pull it with worry, Meng Fuyao murmured: "Don't pick... Don't pick... scattered... scattered..."

The Lord Yuanbao turned around-it's bad, it's scattered, the master will definitely want me to clean it up, it looks like it can't be picked up.

Lei Dong smiled with his arms in his arms, very satisfied, and said: "You can't do anything, but the martial arts is not bad, worthy of my wild."

Meng Fuyao ignored him, took an hour to fight himself back, and rushed back with a sound of "Oh".

"Bang--"

"Pong!"

……

For a long while, thundering said to Meng Fuyao, who was gone again: "Oh, my talent is good. You used the martial arts in the pamphlet you gave you yesterday. You actually used it well today. Tsk tsk, except for the old man’s wildness, you are second. It can be described as thousands of miles a day."

He became addicted this time, kicking Meng Fuyao with gleaming eyes: "Come, come again."

"Come on!"

"Bang--"

"Pong!"

……

Master Yuan Bao ran back into the arms of His Royal Highness in the smoke and dust...The woman was crazy...

The grandson Wuji gently stroked it, looking up at the starless and moonless sky... She wanted to improve herself so much, and she didn't want to miss all precious opportunities. Even thunderous dared to use it for a trial, you can imagine, If she continues to practice with Lei Dong, who is the top ten, she will definitely improve rapidly... She will get closer and closer to her dream.

Then... further and further away from him.

On the fourth day, I learned sewing and tailoring. I have already left the grassland boundary and stayed in a small mountain village.

Meng Fuyao was holding a pair of scissors under the oil lamp, facing a piece of cloth, using the majesty of "Broken Nine Heavens", croaked for a while, thunderous back to her practice, listening to the voice is so echoing Matter, nodded in satisfaction.

After a long while, he finished his exercises, stood up, and walked out to explain. Old man Lei always walked with his head up and his chest up, his eyes were only above his chest, so he always felt that he didn't know what was wrong, but he didn't see what was wrong. .

The latrine was at the east end of the house. Old man Lei walked in stride, and gradually followed some children, following him more and more, pointing and chirping behind him, smiling, the old man turned around and the group of children dispersed. , The old man turned his head, the crowd gathered again.

The old man thought for a while and thought it was probably because of his superior temperament, so he didn't delve into it.

Heroes are always lonely!

The lonely hero entered the latrine, this time he always bowed his belt, took off his pants, and bowed his head.

"Wow--"

The roar of the flamingo shook the low thatched house three times. How could the simple latrine shed built by the villagers withstand the roar of the thunderous lion? It collapsed with a "pop", smashed into the pit, and the dung water splashed around, splashing the old guy's robe all over his ass.

For a long while, a fiery red wind swept into the house, and the huge thunder above the nine heavens roared: "Meng! Fu! Shake!"

He shook his robe, and has lost the ability to accurately express his inner anger-his fiery red robe was modified by the way with Meng Fuyao's superb cutting skills. It is slanted, slanted, fishtail-shaped, and fringed. , The tassel is covered with yellow things...

That's fine, the key is the slanted flap, Meng Fuyao hung a belly-shaped thing on it-she cut it out at will, using the lightest fabric, the old man was thick-hearted and didn't notice it.

So Master Lei Dong just went to the toilet wearing a fishtail skirt with an ancient bra on his butt...

Before the angry lion was finished roaring, Meng Fuyao shook his hand and prodded it with a pair of scissors.

The Nth battle between the lion and the tigress begins again.

"Bang--"

"Pong!"

……

On the fifth day, learn etiquette.

At this time, a lonely chase has become mighty.

Yunhen finally caught up with them.

Lei Dong ran too fast on the first day. At first, only Changsun Wuji caught up with him for the first time, but now Yun Hen with Yalanzhu and all the guards also chased up, not falling.

On the first day Meng Fuyao was taken into captivity, he asked Changsun Wuji to rush back to **** Yalanzhu back to the Qiang King City. Where would Changsun Wuji leave her? He ordered his hidden guards to go back to **** them, but the hidden guards and Meng Fuyao's guards refused to leave their masters to take another route. Finally, Yunhen made the decision to follow along, because although the Lost Valley is in the territory of Shao Dang, it is away The King of Qiang City was very close, and the initial route was the same. Everyone decided to chase after the opportunity to grab Meng Fuyao back, and then split their way to send Qiang.

They have a lot of people, and they have to take care of the injured, so naturally they are slower.

Lei Dong ignored it. In the first three eyes of the top ten, most people in this world are ants. Since they are ants, there is no difference between one and many.

Of course there are a few who are not ants, but he is carrying Meng Fuyao in his hand. No one is sure to grab Meng Fuyao under Lei Dong's palm, but he is unwilling to leave, so he is strung with a rope like a grasshopper. On it.

So the old man grabbed Meng Fuyao and learned etiquette in the house. Sun Wuji, the foreign minister of ten meters, listened, and a large group of people about 15 meters away listened.

Meng Fuyao saw that everyone was following, but he felt relieved in desperation. In any case, since the hidden guard had caught up, he would take good care of the grandson Wuji. The past few days have seen him eating and sleeping, and some can't stand it.

"Walk like this!" The elderly woman found by Lei Dong gave Meng Fuyao a demonstration of gait, "Weak Liu Fufeng, curled up Tingting..."

Meng Fuyao looked at the "weak willow" with wrinkled face and chest hanging down to his stomach, belly and knees, and said for a long while: "Liu Yao looks like this, all the poets in the world can die."

"Gait! Gait!" Lei Dong glared at the bull's eye, "It's not about discussing people's stature!"

"Oh," Meng Fu shook his hand, "How can I show you my gait if you don't unlock my acupuncture points?"

Lei Dong blinked, and raised his hand to relieve her lower body acupuncture points. Before Meng Fuyao could be happy, Lei Dong sealed the upper body acupuncture points again.

"Come and show me." The old guy squinted and waited for the acceptance result.

Meng Fuyao stood up and walked out curlingly at the half-tooth width of his newly learned smile.

Long Sun Wuji sitting on a rock in the distance suddenly started coughing.

The cloud mark that looked up at a hillside staggered.

Yao Xun hugged the tree and bumped it.

Master Yuanbao quickly looked for the rope and prepared to knot himself.

For a long while, thunderous and unbearable shouted: "Stop!"

Meng Fuyao turned around, saw the old guy covering his eyes with his hands, and looked up to the old man in tears, lamenting: "Ye'er, what kind of eyes do you have... a female monkey is more elegant than her..."

……

On the seventh day, all the way through the mountains and countryside, I finally arrived at a more prosperous city. It is said to be more prosperous. Compared with Wujuhan, it is the size of a small county. This is the closest city to the Lost Valley. , Because the treasure hunt is approaching, there is a constant flow of people in the city, most of them are warriors of various races with swords and swords. Although Fufeng is split into three tribes, the tribes do not interfere with each other, but because it was a country earlier, after all, The descendants of all races who are good at intermarriage are still there. The hostility between them is not too strong. Although they guard their boundaries on weekdays, the treasure hunting season allows all races to participate. After all, there are many strange animals in the Lost Valley, and there are not many people. Trouble is easy.

The inn in the city is almost full, but Lei Dong seems to have no interest in living in the inn, so he directly took Meng Fuyao to the west of the city.

He seems to be familiar with the terrain, walking around a few alleys around and around, suddenly grinning: "Here."

Meng Fu shook his head and looked up. The pink background is in red with the words "Han Yi Ye Huan". There is also a seductive embroidered apron hanging in front of the door. The skirt is embroidered with men's and women's erotica.

The brothel.

The old man persevered in one step and took her directly to the brothel to learn "The Heart Sutra of the Eighteen Laws of the Lady on the Bed."

He touched his bald head and stood in the small yard. He threw a large ingot of gold to his mother who was greeted by a large number of people "*" and said loudly before knocking her out, "Here you are. The most glamorous and romantic girls who will please men and the best business are called out together, there will be 18 pairs, live performances, we have to learn!"

"Who wants to learn..." Mom held the gold dull.

"She!" Lei Dong took Meng Fuyao forward, "Teach her! Now! Now! Tonight!"

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The sentence "The Confucian scholar sees Yi" in the article on the history of the country comes from the smiling cat "This love can only be known by falling flowers". The smiling cat is also a quote. I can't remember it. In short, I don't bother to use this sentence I rewrite my own thoughts and then plagiarize, hereby declare.