I have nothing but luck

Jiang Jingxing looked at the group of bald heads in front of him who were glowing in the sun, shining like the golden body of a Buddha, with a deep expression on his face.

No wonder I shook out a world of ups and downs in the morning.

If the world is not, the road ahead of the Lord is blocked.

For example, the small village they lived in for the time being said more or less, if the feudal town is in a good situation, it can be preserved, and if it survives, it can write a memorial to invite meritorious deeds and hand it to Haojing together with a drama that praises the merits and virtues: In bad times, the location of the village is delicate and tight, and the Di people kill the Di people, so there is nothing to say.

The people in the village have also practiced the ability to adapt to the wind with their own hands, farming with the wind and running against the wind.

During the autumn hunting once every ten years, after the autumn hunting, there was not a single inch of land in Beidi that was not stained by blood. Naturally, the villagers fled quickly and did not forget to move their belongings. Do not stay.

A Jianmen disciple said in a daze, "Since it's so difficult, why don't you move away?"

Lu Binwei: "I can't move. Look at this house. You know that the villagers living here are poor. They are afraid that they will not have any skills. They can only cultivate the land. Where can they get the land in other places? It is difficult to make a living. It is better to stay in the village. Waiting for opportunities here, there is still life."

The disciple who spoke was named Pei Ming, and all the disciples who could be picked out to participate in Beishun were talented and challenging people, otherwise it would be no different from delivering food.

Pei Ming is the same as a young man at his age who is full of thoughts of flying swords and ascending to immortality. It is hard to imagine that there are such useless and useless people in the world. After thinking about it carefully, he feels that Lu Binwei's words are quite reasonable, and he said in a daze: "You Knows so much."

Although Jiang Jingxing is not four or six years old, at least he experienced it at Pei Ming's age. The difference is that Pei Ming was thinking about Yujian Feixian, and he was thinking about being number one in the world. , or with a patriotic heart, there may be some who swear to the death to defend every inch of Da Zhou's territory."

Pei Ming turned her head around, and said with empathy: "If anyone wants to grab the Jianmen's territory, I will definitely not leave!"

Fang Linhe's eyes were cold and drifted over like the strong wind brought by the sword.

This time even Xie Rongjiao couldn't see it: "Master, brother Youyou's words are indeed reasonable."

Thinking of it this way, Pei Ming is very united with the enemy, and consciously has the heart of "protecting the underprivileged and happy all over the world": "When I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely wipe out the barren people with my sword and let them stay on my own land with confidence."

Lu Binwei was taken aback for a moment, the face that was ordinary to the point of being well-featured was gentle.

In fact, Pei Ming didn't understand what those peasants thought was normal.

Since he was a child, he lived in the supernatural powers of flying to the sky, in the legends of his ancestors, and in the ambition of his brothers and sisters and himself to win the world. How could he know what it was like to face the loess all his life and his back to the sky?

How can someone know that for a few acres of barren land, they would rather live in danger here for the rest of their lives than pack their bags and walk freely, and would not slash those little thieves with a single sword?

It's not that he is bad, or that the peasants here are good, but most of them are forced by life to be kind and simple.

Just who is not alive?Who is not for living?Who doesn't want to live a better life?

Fang Linhe wished he could put the words shameless and embarrassing on his face: "Since that's the case, why don't you hurry up and practice swords?"

Pei Ming's brain is not good, but he was lucky. Before he had time to experience the hell-like sword practice below, a disciple of the Buddha Sect happened to pass by.

After agreeing to Yang Ruopu to take care of the Jianmen disciples for him, Jiang Jingxing adjusted his pressure to the stage of Mahayana, and the young monk who was leading the Buddhist practice saluted him as a junior: "It's useless for a disciple to have no seal. The whole group is exhausted after traveling so far. Considering the dangers of the Northern Wilderness, I would like to stay here temporarily for one night, I wonder if the elder will agree?"

He has long eyebrows and fine eyes, and the lines of his face are soft and round, just like a solemn Buddha on the altar.

This small village is now full of splendor, gathering the best of the four in Kyushu.

"There's nothing wrong with this place. I don't own this place. How can I be so particular about it? Do I have to go and ask the fleeing villagers if they mind?"

When Jiang Jingxing was young, he was talked about a lot by the Buddhist cultivator. It was a rare opportunity to train the Buddhist cultivator as the elder of Jianmen. How could he miss it?

Fortunately, Xie Rongjiao handed him a bowl of tea in time, motioned him to shut up, and rescued the image of Jianmen from Jiang Jingxing's mouth.

His moral integrity has always been much higher than Jiang Jingxing's in matters of being entrusted with loyalty.

It was only after the tea soup entered the mouth that Jiang Jingxing realized the mystery.

He suppressed the desire to spit out the tea soup, "A Ci, where did you get the spices to cook with the tea soup?"

The tea soup is mixed with various spices such as pepper, hemp, etc., chopped and boiled with tea leaves. This kind of tea soup was especially popular hundreds of years ago, and there are still arty people making this kind of dark cuisine.

Xie Huan is one of the arty people.

When Jiang Jingxing and Xie Huan made friends, in order to show how much he cherished this friendship, Xie Huan made a bowl of this kind of tea soup with his own hands. Jiang Jingxing was dizzy and dizzy after drinking it. There seems to be a deep hatred in the stomach that cannot be passed.

He even suspected that Xie Huan had planned for a long time, that the friendship was fake, but the revenge was real.

The beginning of Ji Fei Gou Jump is doomed to their friendship.

Xie Rongjiao didn't like to drink this kind of tea, but he knew that Jiang Jingxing hated it.

This is enough.

Really refreshing.

Xie Rongjiao's expression was calm: "I broke it from the incense cakes used for incense in the car, Master, don't worry, I didn't break anything that shouldn't be broken."

Jiang Jingxing is not very good.

He didn't even have the strength to confront Buddha Xiu.

If it was Xie Huan who did that, he would have been sent flying to the radical king's tent by his sword, and there is no need to discuss it.

It's hard not to die, but Xie Rongjiao did that, Jiang Jingxing surprisingly didn't have the slightest desire to settle accounts, he even forcibly saw some freshness hidden by a young man from the corners of his eyes and brows, like plum blossoms inadvertently blooming in the ice and snow, The branches are full of flower buds that want to be released, soft in the cold, bright in the plain.

Ah Ci probably remembered the last time I teased him about his appearance, this pot of tea refreshed me, and he was thinking of reciprocating.

Jiang Jingxing thought with a dumbfounded smile.

Aji is really cute.

He seems to have discovered some great treasure that needs to be cherished, and his heart is soft.