Chapter 225 Silent as paralysis, moving like epilepsy

The silk white gauze woman, with her slim body, flowing cloud-like black hair hanging down to her legs, a simple blue hairpin, holding a happy bun, dignified and fresh, simple and elegant, so that people dare not dare to look at it. The beggar was stunned for a few seconds and came to her senses. She looked carefully at her eyebrows like distant mountains, her sharp jaws, her eyes reflected the autumn pool, and her lips were like lotus petals. The whole picture was a painting.

Before seeing her, the tily beggar was ready to grab people, give her a majesty, and then satirize her hospitality. At this time, she was arrogant and couldn't say a word.

Is this the legendary master?

The woman smiled softly, stretched out her slender hand, clung to the beggar's hand, and said, "Go in and sit down."

The beggar's hand was held, as if the spring breeze had brushed, and the indescribable Shu Tai carefully followed her and finally found her voice: "Are you... Mrs. Han?"

The woman walked like afloat, nod with a smile.

The beggar asked bluntly, "Are you the backup child who didn't marry his daughter-in-law at the age of 28?"

The woman was not annoyed when she heard it and said with a generous smile, "This is too early to be passed on by other listeners. How can there be a girl who doesn't admire the peerless heroism of the master? Before the age of 28, he will definitely get married. How can I be so blessed? The slow and indifferent statement was mixed with some sadness.

The beggar is pitied and heartbroken. What kind of world is it? Such a beautiful girl's betrothal to Nangong Zhili is simply ruined! The so-called violent thing refers to this kind of "flowers inserted into cow dung" beautiful women to frustrate men's marriage!

Although I sighed in my heart, I didn't say it after all. Isn't it even more sad to slander other people's idols by saying nonsense about Nangong Zhili as a god worship?

By this time, they had gone to the house.

"What about the seven of them?" The beggar asked when he saw that the glass bottle was empty.

Master He said, "I'm going to change my clothes in the back room."

The beggar hesitated. Although she didn't think that the master in front of her was the imaginary snake and scorpion, she asked, "What mistake did they make to be punished by such muffled fumigation?"

Master Han was puzzled first, and immediately understood it. He couldn't help laughing and said, "You misunderstood. It is also a last resort to make you wait for a long time and make you unhappy.

Looking at the beg's stunned, Master pointed to the equipment of the incense burner Xiangding incense steamer and said to her, "In this stove, the dry stems and leaves of the wooden lotus are burned, the wooden lotus seeds are boiled in this tripod, and the wooden lotus petals are steamed in this cage... Under the action of my internal force, the three essences, as the steam smoke precipitated, were attracted by me. In the glass bottle, it penetrates into the skin through high temperature and is stored in the body of Qi Miao people. Only when they are executed can they be at hand, so as not to have enough stamina that the flower poison will not work.

The beggar sighed: "Not only is people beautiful and unique, but the method of execution is also beautiful and unique! Isn't it a pleasure for the executed person to die like this?

Wan Shi Taiguan said, "The little sister's thinking is different, and she is beyond vulgar."

The beggar was guilty and said with a bitter face, "You are regarded as a teacher. Although you are still younger than me, your temperament and heart are ahead of your age. You call me little sister, and others hear it, won't they make fun of me? I'm the first generation, just call me 'beggar'! I also call you Mrs. Wei!"

Seeing the beggar's words, she nodded with a smile and said, "That's fine."

The beggar lowered his head, looked at the winding water formed by the sweat, and frowned, "The seven wonderful people sweat so much that it's time to collapse, and the crazy water replenishment may not work."

Wan Shi explained softly, "No. Steam and sweat cycle, timely replenishment. Look at these perfumes, which nourish the best wooden lotus flowers on the black wood cliff. Flowers raise people, people raise flowers, and the unity of heaven and man is the truth.

"Just like people raise jade and jade raise people!" The beggar took this sentence happily.

"You are extremely reasonable." Master Han praised her with a smile.

The beggar blushed and was a little embarrassed, but he liked this teacher even more. Listening to Master's words, it's like a fragrant mouth. For a moment, I actually felt that the wooden lotus was not so unfathomable, enchanting and light, which made people approachable and distant, but became much more intimate and lovely, and even the lingering fragrance was no longer repellent.

After waiting for a while, seven wonderful people, such as Xuanzi, Goose Yellow and Lake Green, came out. Seeing the beggar, they all said in surprise, "Why are you here? Who sent you here?

The beggar did not answer directly, but laughed and said, "The brother who directed you to torture me last time lied to me, right? He said that it would take seven or eight days to get here from the Lord's Tibetan Sutra Pavilion..."

"That's for people who don't know martial arts." Goose Huang took the lead and answered quickly: "A person who can do martial arts, if the road is familiar, such as me, an hour and a half is enough; if he were a master, half an hour is enough; the master... is beyond what I can imagine."

The beggar said, "This is bad. I don't know martial arts, and I'm a road idiot. Why did I arrive in half a day?

Goose yellow covered his mouth incredulously and said, "No way? I thought you came day and night.

Wan Shitai explained his doubts: "The black wood cliff is 'slanted'. Many people regard the inclined 'slant' as the 'evil' of the evil door. Although it is related to its rugged terrain and difficult direction, more importantly, it is actually a complex and star-studded natural gossip array. Spiritual people, who are extraordinary, only need to walk around at will to achieve twice the effect of half the effort; talented and stupid people will only walk more and more chaotic, the more confused, the more wrong, the more forks, and to the end, they find that they are just spinning in the same place. It's not surprising to hear the beggar say that she was originally a ghost elf.

The beggar listened to this profoundly, but in the end, she understood, spit out her tongue and said, "Master Wan is too talkative. Every sentence hits my heart, so that I can eat more bowls of rice."

But there is also a special person whose personality belongs to the bipolar type. He is as quiet as paralyzed, moving as epilepsy, wise and ignorant when he is stupid. Such people walk on the black wood cliff more by luck. When the spiritual light comes, they are smooth sailing, and their spirituality is like ordinary people. I haven't been in contact with the beggar for a long time. I don't know if she belongs to this kind of strangeness. Mrs. Yu added.

Cold sweat oozed from the beggar's back. Although the teacher only talked about things and did not mean to be targeted, the strong self-aknowledge made the beggar feel seriously shot.

If that's the case, it will be miserable. The beggar looked up at the dark day. It was getting late, and the night here came faster than on land.

It's time to go back. But she remembered the endless lake and was not confident that she could go out freely. Will it take a few days and nights to return to the attic of the Tibetan scriptures?

The Black Wood Cliff has a regulation that the amount of food per person is fixed and sent to the place where the person lives, so you can't walk around casually to avoid not being able to go back when eating. If there is a delay in business and you can't return to your place of residence in time, you have to report to your superiors in advance, apply to the imperial dining room, and tell them the temporary place of residence before the meal will be delivered.

Like a beggar, those who run out to play without any formalities should be hungry.

Originally, the beggar wanted to be happy on Penglai Xiaoyao Island for a few days, but it seems impossible.

After talking and laughing with Master Yuan and Qi Miaoren for a while, the beggar said, "It's time for me to go back."

After saying goodbye, the beggar was worried and looked back at Mrs. Ling as if asking for help every step.

"Are you afraid that you can't find your way back when it's dark?" Master Han is too understanding.

"You are simply my beauty! My most intimate little cotton-padded jacket!" The beggar was right by her. She turned around and took her arm and said coquettishly, "Master Yuan sent me, okay?"

"This..." Hu Lv Miao Tao: "The teacher can't give it away."

Goose Huang looked at them in a dilemma and said, "Otherwise, I'll give her away."

Master Suan pondered for a while and said, "It's okay, she is a guest. It's not the same as the local people on the black wood cliff. When you send her back, both of you will miss the meal. Eating cold is not good for health.

The beggar was warm-hearted and moved, and he wished he could hold the teacher and kiss him.