Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

Hua Che's heart was hot, and his eyes were red unconsciously.

If these words were said in a previous life, it might have moved my young self into something stupid.

"Why did you get drunk before drinking?" Hua Che got up and almost fled.

The longing once became the fear now.

He finally put it down, so he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes just because of this sweet talk.

Chu Binghuan looked at Hua Che's back and didn't intend to chase after him. He knew that this matter was in a hurry.

Today's Hua Che is only sixteen years old, and is different from the fascinating demon lord who called the wind and the rain in the previous life. He is very innocent from the inside out. Regardless of the appearance of Ping Chong as a veteran love scene, he is always slapped and slapped. In fact, his face is thinner than paper.

In any case, this life will not be missed again.

Hua Che said goodbye to Granny Jiang that night, and went back to the Lingxiao Palace first.

Murong Sa and Lin Yan came back half a day early, and brought a lot of local products, and now they will be handed over to Zhuang Xiaowu to cook in the kitchen.

Murong Sa mysteriously called Hua Che aside and asked, "How about, have you negotiated with Chu Tianyu?"

Hua Che looked at the blue sky and white clouds and sighed: "It seems, it's worse."

"what?"

"Forget it, I don't understand, my head hurts." Hua Che rubbed his temples and naturally changed the subject, "How about you, how did it feel to go back to the countryside with Lin Yan?"

"Hahahaha, it's really fun!" The mention of this Murong Sa gets excited, "It's a pity that you didn't come together, Brother Hua, Xiaoyan has three brothers, two sisters and one younger brother, as well as parents and grandma. The whole family is very lively and eats. It all depends on grabbing!"

That picture, Hua Che imagined.

The monk has a long life, and he draws the air into his body to wash away the dust and dirt all over his body. After the foundation is built, his life is beyond the mortal. Once the golden core is reached, there will be two hundred innate birthdays.

I thought that when Lin Yan went home, it would be a scene of crying and saying goodbye. Murong Sa took his handkerchief and was ready to cry. As a result...

All the people from ten miles and eight villages came to congratulate him. Father Lin even slaughtered a pig for his ancestors, and said that the descendants of the Lin family had a fairy teacher, and how glorious the ancestor was.

Everyone is joking, how can there be any sadness?

After spending the whole day in such a lively life, Murong Sa didn't know if he had read it wrong, he always felt that Lin Yan was not very happy.

That night, he found Lin Yan who was blowing on the roof.

Lin Yan gave a wry smile, and said, "This is the first time they value me so much!"

"I am a child in the middle of the house. I have my older brother on the top and my younger sister on the bottom. The new clothes belong to the eldest brother, the second elder brother wears the old ones, and the third elder brother wears patches. Yes, only farm work is mine."

"I want to go up the mountains to chop wood, cultivate the land, wash and cook, and milk my sister to drink. My sister is a premature baby, and I am not healthy enough. I was born full-term, and I have been strong since I was a child. Keep the delicious food for your younger siblings, and the eldest brother and the others have to study and get fame, and they also have to eat well."

As the only son, Murong Sa was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, and naturally couldn't empathize with him, but he still felt a little distressed for Lin Yan when he heard this.

"Do you hate them?" Murong Sa asked.

Lin Yan thought for a while and shook his head slightly: "That's my brother, brother, and sister. I don't hate it. I'm just...a bit disappointed. I am a little flattered by their attention to me today."

"Don't be sad." Murong Sa hugged Lin Yan's shoulders, "Brother will cover you in the future! This young master is a lot of money, you can eat whatever you want, even the royal cook in the palace, this young master can tie it to you. !"

Lin Yan broke his tears into a smile.

All the disciples who had gone out came back. Zhuang Tian opened the library that had not been opened for thousands of years, and let the disciples under the door go in and look for books by themselves, and just ask if they didn't.

Chu Binghuan, the famous medical books in this world, has memorized them back and forth, and no one can better understand them. Therefore, the best apprentice to teach in the Lingxiao Palace is Chu Binghuan.

Hua Che is relatively unfamiliar with Le Xiu, but he has a high degree of musical temperament, and has repeatedly surprised Zhuang Tian without any guidance.

The only thing that made Zhuang Tian worry about was Lin Yan.

It was a pure white, without foundation, and it was the same as the one he had cultivated. Zhuang Tian is tearful, and finally he has found a sense of worth as a master!

"Master, the first step is to tame the beast. The specific method is different. Some people domineering and force the other party to yield to you, just like a strong horse. And some people are more gentle and use their love to influence the other party. The other party accepts himself."

Lin Yan chose the latter without a doubt.

Besides, Murong Sa, who was utterly exhausted in the study of swordsmanship, either had to eat or show respect, or else he would have some of his men squeeze their waists, beat their legs, and offer tea and water. Zhuang Tian really couldn't stand it anymore, and drove all those people away on the grounds that the practitioners shouldn't be quarreling.

Fine.

In order to be the head of the Lingxiao Palace, Murong Sa endured the humiliation and practiced his sword.

In Murong Sa's eyes, the graceful and beautiful sword strokes were just blind gestures in Hua Che's eyes.

"Say, can you use a snack?" Hua Che couldn't even look at it.

Murong Sa refused to accept: "I'm very hardworking! Look, this is Pingsha Luoyan, and this one, order soldiers on the battlefield!"

Hua Che held his forehead, leaped gently over the beauty, walked two steps closer, and picked up a dead branch from the ground: "Come on, Junior Brother has a trick with you."

"Just kidding." Murong Sa became excited, "I am a real sword, so you can take a broken branch?"

Hua Che said casually: "If you can catch my three...one trick, I will wrap up your dirty clothes this year."

Murong Sa was worried that his servants were driven away and no one was washing their clothes. He was so excited by Hua Che that he carried the sword and rushed up: "Brother Hua, be careful!"

Under the veranda, Lin Yan who happened to pass by finally saw with his own eyes what it means to lose his helmet and remove his armor.

"Brother Hua, Brother Hua, don't stop!" Murong Sa mentioned that his tyrant leak is wrong. It is Tyrant. He was beaten by Hua Che who was holding a dry branch. The loser had a shameless face, and the war was on one side. How miserable it was. .

The branches are about to show their shadows, they are as strong as crushed stones, and they are as strong as iron in Hua Che's hands. If Murong Sa's sword was a superb spirit weapon, it would have been cut into **** long ago.

"Here, I'm optimistic, I need to pick it up." Hua Che swung his wrist cleanly, lifting up the branch, overflowing with light, and exuding the true essence like an ice blade from the North Pole. Murong Sa sneezed, shuddering.

"Raise the sword a little higher, don't tremble in your hands."

"Help, Hua Qingtian is killing each other at the same door!"

"Watch your feet."

"Master, help!"

Lin Yan shivered: "..."

Hello, Brother Eight, so cruel!

Hua Che expressed mercy and spared Murong Sa's life. Murong Sa was grateful and lay on the ground panting: "Hua, Brother Hua, Ben, my young master cough cough cough... My young master has taken you!"

Hua Che threw away the undamaged dry branches and glanced at the half-dead Murong Sa: "Hey, don't rest, go take a shower and change clothes and get ready for dinner."

"No way, even if I eat dragon meat at night, I can't get up," Murong Sa asked in a spirited tone, "Brother Hua, what is your background? How come you are so good! Dongxiao plays well. Swordsmanship is so superb, I thought Chu Tianyu was already good enough, it's not right!"

Murong Sa supported the ground: "Brother Hua, your talent for swordsmanship is so high, why don't you practice swordsmanship?"

Hua Che turned his eyes and smiled: "I practice Le Dao, and I can still beat the sword repairmen of the Shangqing Immortal Sect to find teeth, believe it?"

This time, Murong Sa didn't even think about it: "Believe!!"

There is no dragon meat, but there is snake soup.

They all say that snake meat is delicious, but Hua Che doesn't have that bite, and Chu Binghuan only eats vegetarian food, so the most exciting thing to eat is Murong Sa, who is not afraid of meat and vegetables.

In the evening, Hua Che's teaching of the devil made it miserable, and the image was not taken into account at the moment, and the piece of armor that was devoured and eaten was not left.

There are few big disciples in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Except for the Lingxiao Pavilion, the other rooms are named by the heavenly palace in the storybook, which is not arrogant.

Maybe even the ancestor of Lingxiao felt that it was too much. In addition, a courtyard and a house were named after "palace", which was too ostentatious, so it was changed to "pavilion".

Therefore, Zhuang Tian took the seat and arranged Chu Binghuan in the "Guanghan Pavilion". Hua Che chose a "Hua Le Pavilion" far away from Chu Binghuan. Murong Sa chose to pick and choose, and he liked the "Dust Pavilion" very much. That was the residence of Mr. Taishang in the script, and Lin Yan didn't have any requirements, so he just chose the "Cloud Tower" next to Hua Che.

The Guanghan Pavilion and the Huale Pavilion are located in a very good location. They stand on the north and south sides of the Lingxiao Hall, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. They are both beautiful places surrounded by mountains and seas.

The Guanghan Pavilion is cold and quiet, and the courtyard is full of strange flowers and plants, which is suitable for Chu Binghuan's medical repair. And Huale Pavilion, with the fragrance of birds and flowers, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, with artistic conception and poetry, is suitable for Hua Che's Lexiu.

However, Chu Binghuan was very dissatisfied.

Guanghan Pavilion is good, but it is too far away from Huale Pavilion.

Obviously they are in the same class, but except for morning class and two meals a day, he hasn't seen Hua Che all day long, and he deeply suspects that Hua Che is deliberately avoiding himself.

accurate.

Chu Binghuan put down his medical book and decided to visit.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard of the Huale Pavilion, he saw Murong Sa's fart rushing out, and Hua Che was chasing after him like a **** Raksha.

Chu Binghuan: "..."

Today's Hua Che seems to take pleasure in torturing Murong Sa.

At this moment, Wen Yuan ran over sweating profusely, and said while panting, "No, the big thing is not good! There is a visitor from the Shangqing Immortal Gate, and we want our master to hand over the Eighth Junior Brother!"

Chu Binghuan's eyes sank, and Hua Che and Murong Sa in the courtyard stopped at the same time.

"Looking for me?" Hua Che threw away the branches and looked innocent. "Why are you looking for me?"

"Okay, it seems like..." Wen Yuan's face was pale, "Zuo Qi is dead."