[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Because it is the back mountain that is very close to the house, Yan Qingping flew all the way there with ease.However, as a considerate priest, he couldn't let the mother and son who had just been hunted down fly back with him.Therefore, he whistled, and the bay red horse came out of the bushes—in fact, it was recruited from the system—and let Sun Xiuqing and her son get on the horse, and he led the horse ahead.

Although she looked energetic and capable of killing people, Sun Xiuqing suffered internal injuries while fleeing all the way.Ximen Xiaoxue, a six-year-old child, has also suffered a lot, and her body must be replenished.There are some precious medicinal materials in Yan Qingping's backpack warehouse, but it is obviously not enough.Therefore, he was not in a hurry on the way back, and he was able to collect herbs conveniently.

Sun Xiuqing didn't refuse when he got on the horse, but just sighed: "The Taoist priest is really gentle and considerate, as careful as a hair."

Yan Qingping took this as a compliment, and broke off a piece of plantain from the nearby plantain tree and handed it to Ximen Xiaoxue: "Madam is a martial artist, so naturally I don't take these small things to heart." I don't know how to do martial arts.

Ximen Xiaoxue, who was circled by Sun Xiuqing in her arms, silently stared at the overripe plantain in her hand for a while, then grabbed a peeled plantain and stuffed it into his mother's mouth.

Mother, if you can't speak, let's stop talking. Is gentle and considerate a word that can be used to describe a man?

The back mountain was not far away, and Yan Qingping came back without putting much medicine in the medicine basket.

The courtyard is surrounded by Soviet-style courtyard walls, and there are three bold characters written on the courtyard gate: An Yunju.Sun Xiuqing hugged her son Liluo and got off the horse, his movements were a little more handsome than the Taoist priest himself.

Pushing open the door, Mama Zhou greeted her.

"My boss is back!" Then I saw two people on the side, "My boss, who are these two?"

"This is Mrs. Sun and her son Xiaoxue that I met when I went up the mountain. They were hunted down by gangsters, and they happened to be rescued by me." Yan Qingping explained the identities of the two lightly, "Mother Zhou, go and get the empty ones." The next side room has been tidied up, let Mrs. Sun and the young master live in. By the way, prepare the bath water. Oh, by the way, I have to ask Xiao Zhou to go and prepare some clothes."

A small courtyard of [-] mu is not very big in the game, but it is still very impressive in the real world - a total of [-] square meters.So Yan Qingping's yard is still very big.A main house where he lives alone.A side room where the old Zhou's family of three lived.There is also a two-storey side house vacant.

Moreover, under the suggestion of the caring old Zhou, the Taoist chief took over the surrounding land and became a big landlord in this area - he really didn't look like an honest monk - and supported many tenants.In this way, there are no vegetable gardens, chicken pens and pig pens in the small courtyard where he lives. Apart from the house, there is only an artificial lake with ornamental fish and lotus and a beautifully decorated backyard.

This time when he brought Sun Xiuqing and Ximen Xiaoxue back, he happened to live in the empty two-storey side room.

"I don't need to bother you about the clothes." Sun Xiuqing shook her head, "Tomorrow I can do it myself."

"It's nothing, you can cultivate here with peace of mind, there is still no shortage of money for the poor." The Taoist priest continued, "Mother Zhou, I think your stature is not far behind Mrs. Sun, so I will lend you one first." Her. For the young master, see if you can change Xiao Zhou's clothes." Xiao Zhou is still a young man, only 17 years old.

Zhou's mother looked at Yan Qingping with some annoyance: "Boss, it's okay to borrow clothes. Today, Xiao Zhou went down to check those tenants. Old Zhou went to the city to look at the shop, and he couldn't come back for a while, and couldn't buy new ones. Mrs. Sun said Young, it’s not good to wear old woman’s clothes. Also, the old woman went to tidy up the house, and no one cooks anymore. I persuaded my boss to buy two maids to come back, and the sewing and mending are also convenient. Fortunately, I still have Wearing Xiao Zhou's brother's clothes when he was a child, otherwise it would be too late to change now..."

Yan Qingping rubbed his nose and smiled wryly: "Yes, yes, Mama Zhou, you are right. I will make lunch." After speaking, he led the horse and ran away quickly.Zhou's mother is usually very diligent and kind-hearted, but it's this verbosity that makes Yan Qingping unbearable.

Zhou's mother was still muttering at this moment: "How can the master cook by himself? Hey, did the master ride a horse when he went out?"

In this way, there were two more residents in Yan Qingping's courtyard.

By the way, it was indeed Yan Qingping's cooking for lunch, and it tasted pretty good.It's just that the Taoist priest has been nagged by Zhou's mother for a long time because of this.

Early the next morning, Yan Qingping practiced his sword by the water lake.

Holding the Bixiao sword in his hand, he practiced the Tai Chi sword style. His body was elegant and agile, like a graceful white crane. The ink-colored inner energy floated around him, continuously condensing into the shape of feathers and dissipating back to his side.The long sword was as light as a feather in his hand, and the tip of the sword cut through the air without making a sound of wind.The autumn wind brings maple leaves, which dance with the sword along with the inner energy.Rows of maple leaves circled around him as if consciously. They were obviously wounding swords, but they didn't have a trace of murderous intent, not even the maple leaves were hurt in the slightest.

Ximen Wuhen, who was lying by the window, accidentally saw this scene, and couldn't take his eyes away.

Not because of the exceptional beauty of this scene, but because it gave Ximen Wuhen an unprecedented understanding.

A sword is a weapon for killing.

His mother told him that his father cut off his ties because of his ruthless sword practice.

He knew that his father was the "Sword God", and he had cultivated himself into a sword.The sword is cold and has no emotion.So, his father no longer loves him and his mother.

But the swordsmanship in front of him was different.

It is obvious that the person who dances the sword is as tall as a cloud crane, and his gestures and gestures are not like ordinary people; but the sword is gentle and firm, and it tolerates the autumn wind and fallen leaves.This is the sword of man, not the sword of God.But he is as powerful as a god.

He is not sharp, but he can beat the enemy just the same.

The little boy pursed his lips, he didn't understand.

The Taoist priest practicing sword stopped.In the mid-autumn season, he actually only wore a thin Taoist robe, but he was obviously not disturbed by the cold.Xu Shi didn't plan to go out today, the Taoist priest's long hair like a crow's feather was not tied in the Taoist crown, but let them hang naturally behind him.

The Taoist leader obviously spotted the little guy who was peeping, so he waved to the window where Ximen Xiaoxue was, signaling him to come down.

Ximen Xiaoxue was startled.Peeking over, he found that the Taoist priest's expression did not seem to be angry, so he ran downstairs and rushed to the Taoist priest's side.

Yan Qingping couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw the little boy in some old clothes that didn't fit him hurrying over.

It happened to be caught by Ximen Wuhen.

Suddenly, he remembered the phrase "the country and the city" that his mother told him he didn't understand when he was literate.

Daochang is really good-looking.It's not the kind of neutral, gentle and good-looking, but the kind of handsome that is full of masculinity.He has a thin and angular face, a pair of long eyebrows like swords, a straight nose, thin and light-colored lips.This is a stern face, but he has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.When there is a smile in those eyes, the whole face is warmed up, and the coldness becomes handsome.

Now that he is holding a long sword and looking sideways with a smile, this word is the only thing left in Ximen Wuhen's mind.

The little boy suddenly wanted to eat plantains.

Yan Qingping obviously didn't know that the little boy Zhengfan had the same problem of using wrong words as his mother.He sat cross-legged on the ground in a good mood, motioning for Ximen Xiaoxue to sit beside him.

"Do you understand?" Yan Qingping asked.

The little boy was obviously embarrassed: "Sorry, Daoist, I didn't mean to peek."

"It's okay." The Taoist priest looked at him and changed the question, "Do you like swords?"

"I like it!" The little boy replied without hesitation.

"Why?" the Taoist asked, "Because your father is Ximen Chuuxue?"

"No! I like it myself! It's because, because..." He suddenly became a little confused.

Because the sword can give him strength?But knives, guns, and other martial arts can do it.Said that the sword can make him happy?But when he practiced sword under the guidance of his mother, he also felt bitter and wanted to give up, but he was not happy from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Qingping suddenly thought of his old man.I still remember that many years ago, the old man suddenly asked him very seriously: Boy, do you like Chinese medicine?

How did he answer back then?

Dao Chang's hair was a little long, and it fell to the grass when he was sitting.Using his fingers as a comb, he tied his long hair with his hands.Then there was a lot of left and right, and finally a sword aura popped out, and he cut off a branch and drew it in his hand, using it as a hairpin to coil his long hair.

"Think about it carefully, it doesn't matter if you can't think of it, you are still young."

Daozhang's hair fell loose again, he gave up the idea of ​​coiling them up, patted his clothes and stood up.

Before leaving, he looked back at the confused Ximen Xiaoxue.

"Do you want to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Ximen Wuhen, who was in deep thought, realized: "Yes!" Although he had only known Taoist Priest for a day, he knew that Taoist Priest was very skilled in martial arts—his mother's swordsmanship was also very good, but those who could hunt and kill them could not. He was knocked back by the Daoist.Maybe his vision wasn't good enough, but his mother was also amazed at Taoist priest's martial arts, saying that his martial arts would never be ranked among the top five in the world.

The opportunity is still in front of him, of course he wants to learn.

"Hmm. I can't be your master, but if you think it through and want to learn how to use a sword, I'll give you a sword." After speaking, ignoring the little boy's disappointed eyes, he went back to the room.

Alas, long hair is so troublesome.

When Yan Qingping returned to the bedroom, Mama Zhou had already boiled water and poured it into the bathtub.He soaked in the bathtub, and folded the Hewu shirt he had changed to one side.Ah, the days of being rich are evil, and the clothes are washed.Then click on the system panel to start choosing today's clothes and hairstyles.

After looking at a lot of appearances on his system for a while, he finally chose a neat and bare shirt with Gui Heguan.Those appearances look good in the game, but they are too fancy to wear, so Wudang school uniforms are better.His hair length is now fixed, and there are many hairstyles that can only maintain a form, but they are much longer than in the game.To put it bluntly, I just gave him a lot of hair crowns, which saved him the time of combing his hair... The same goes for the clothes, although they still have the function of one-click dressing, and they can also be stored in the closet, but they still have to be washed by themselves...

After finally taking care of himself, Yan Qingping walked slowly to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Boss, where are we going to eat today? On the roof?" Lao Zhou, who is cooking today, is sitting in a pot warming the rice.

"No more, no more." Yan Qingping rubbed his nose - I don't know when he got this habit - said helplessly, the last time he went to the roof to eat, he was almost hit on the head by a passing bird's droppings, "Just eat here. By the way, where are the meals for Mrs. Sun and Mr. Ximen? Have you delivered them?"

"My master, Mrs. Sun went to the city early in the morning to do some shopping. The meal is finished early, so it's only late for my master." Lao Zhou brought out the meal for him and put it on the small table.

Yan Qingping touched his nose again, embarrassed.So, when he practiced sword, Ximen Xiaoxue got up early and finished his meal?What's going on with these martial arts people, what are they doing up so early?

In fact, I don’t blame Yan Qingping: he is used to calling it late at ten o’clock in the evening and early in the morning at six o’clock in the morning; the ancients used to call it sunset and sunrise, so he can go to bed at seven o’clock in the evening and wake up at four o’clock in the morning ...

Like now, which is 07:30.But everyone has already finished their meal...

Yan Qingping sighed, spread out a single cake, spread the sauce on it, peeled off an egg, and smashed the roll up: "Mrs. Sun hasn't come back yet?"

"No. I guess it will be noon." Lao Zhou tidied up the kitchen beside him.

Yan Qingping took a sip of the millet porridge, and remembered one more thing: "Didn't you let Xiao Zhou follow? They just had an accident, and I'm afraid someone will find them again."

"My boss is the one to worry about! I followed, and even brought a pigeon from my boss." Old Zhou said helplessly.

"Oh, that's good." The Taoist took another mouthful of the burrito, "Old Zhou, I don't think it's good to collect herbs by myself, please take a look and send me an idea, what should I do with this medicine?"

"The master draws the pictures and distributes them to the tenants, so that they can pick them."

"That's not good, and they won't do it anyway."

"Can the boss give them money? Give them something to do during the slack season, and they will be very grateful to you, boss. Didn't you say, boss, what is missing is common medicinal materials, and if they don't know how to do it, let them learn it." Go." Lao Zhou said that what his boss cares about is nothing.

"That's fine, I'll draw a picture for you later." Yan Qingping felt that what Lao Zhou said made sense, "What about the price?"

"Let them ask themselves, we will charge them as much as the pharmacy charges for medicinal materials." Although he wanted to make the owner buy it cheaper, Lao Zhou knew that his soft-hearted owner would not agree.

"Okay! Thanks to you, Lao Zhou." Yan Qingping said that it was really great to pick up the three members of Lao Zhou's family who had fled from the north.Lao Zhou used to be a housekeeper for the wealthy businessmen, but later he went bankrupt for the rich and unkind master's family. When the north encountered a drought, Lao Zhou ran to the south with his wife and nephew.

"What does my master say about these things? If my master hadn't acted, I might have died of illness at the gate of the city." Lao Zhou felt that it was great that he had met Yan Qingping. Where could he find a master with such a good personality?

The two were bragging about each other in this business, but there was a knock at the door.

"Hello! Is there anyone here!" It was a male voice that sounded nice but blew a little.

"My boss is eating, I'll go and have a look." Lao Zhou put down the rag in his hand and went out.

"Yeah." Yan Qingping thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.If he guessed right, his peaceful life might be disrupted.