Chapter 18 Ring

In the New Year's Ma Jiaji, there were bursts of children's frolics, which made the snow fall from the eaves. The old horse pinched the wine cup, took a sip of it happily, squeaked his mouth, and said to Mr. Zhang opposite him, "This pear blossom wine is indeed a good wine for five cents and one cents of silver. This taste, tut, it's hard to say." After saying that, I had another drink. Mr. Zhang also looked slightly drunk and ignored the thin old man in front of him. He pinched the glass alone and muttered that the world in the wine was big.

Seeing Mr. Zhang like this, the old horse smiled alone, pinched the small wine cup and raised his neck, and drank another cup. Listening to the crackling sound of firecrackers outside, I couldn't help but feel happy. I'm old and have no other hobbies. I just like this bite. If I can have a pot every day, I won't change it for a fairy. With his eyes, he saw Ma Linger sneaking out. The old horse's eyes turned, laughed a few times, reached out and filled the glass with wine, "Come on, Mr. Zhang, let's go."

Gan Ping, who was reading a book, heard the door creaking, and then quietly closed it. He couldn't help smiling in his heart. This girl came to this again. A pair of cold little hands covered his eyes from behind and whispered, "Guess who I am?" Gan Ping curled his lips and said, "Didn't you go out to set off firecrackers?" As soon as the words fell, the hand on his eyes disappeared, and then he was hit hard on the back of his head. Ma Linger said angrily, "You stuffy gourd with a sawy mouth. If you don't speak, your words will make people angry."

Gan Ping touched the back of his head, turned his head with a wry smile and said, "Aren't I saying hello to you?" Ma Linger said angrily, "You don't understand people joking with you, and they are like this every time. Who will you hit if you don't hit?" Gan Ping was speechless for a while. Since he practiced Binghuo Rong Yuanjue, his six knowledge and sharpness made no difference to him whether he saw it or not. From the time Ma Linger walked out of the door, he knew that she was coming, and this time he was not wronged.

Looking at the stunned Gan Ping, Ma Linger blinked her eyes and said, "Aren't you going out to play?" It's meaningless. I won't go out." It's also true. Since the monster attacked the village, both old and young in the village have been very polite to Gan Ping, but Gan Ping felt the meaning of alienation and a trace of fear from this guest way. Even if he went out, the children immediately stopped playing and looked at him respectfully, which made Gan Ping very unaccustomed and simply Don't go out much. Fortunately, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Ma Zhang, Lao Ma, and other close people did not look at him with strange eyes, as usual.

Ma Linger saw that he was a little unhappy and said, "Then I'll stay with you for a while." After saying that, he sat down, with one hand supporting his chin, and a pair of big shining eyes blinked, which made Gan Ping unnatural for a while and lost. With a sigh, Gan Ping put down the book in his hand and asked, "Aren't you going out to set off firecrackers?" No, it's good to be here. My mother said that girls should be like girls, and they can't always run around, otherwise..." Speaking here, Ma Linger's face suddenly turned red and said, "Otherwise, you can't get married." The sound was like a mosquito, almost inaudible, and the blushing face also lowered.

Gan Ping was embarrassed to see her like this. A few days ago, Lao Matou just proposed a marriage with Mr. Zhang. On the wine table, Mr. Zhang drank a few more glasses, patted his chest and agreed. He had no father or mother. Mr. Zhang took him in, ate and lived together, and taught him carefully every day, just like a father and son. Although Gan Ping is different from ordinary people now, Mr. Zhang regards Gan Ping as his own son. At that time, he promised to kiss the baby as soon as his head was hot. After sobering up the next day, he couldn't say this. Looking at Gan Ping's plain and comfortable young face, Mr. Zhang felt guilty for a while. It was hard to say that he had been filled with a few cups. That's it. Will Ganping be sold?

But if you want Mr. Zhang to do the matter of eating his promise, don't think about it. He didn't dare to go to Lao Ma's house for dinner for several days. Every time, it was the food brought back by Gan Ping. However, the people around him suddenly changed and made Gan Ping confused. I don't know why, the shining Mr. Zhang, the extremely enthusiastic Ma Zhang and the old horse head, and even Ma Linger, the girl blushed without saying anything when she saw herself.

Finally, one day, the truth came out of Ma Linger's mouth. Gan Ping couldn't help crying and laughing. Looking at the little girl like a red apple in front of him, he was speechless for a while. Gan Ping did not complain about Mr. Zhang. He respected his master like a father. Since he made up his mind, he had nothing to do. Fortunately, he was still young. Let's talk about it then. But after this matter was clear, Ma Linger pestered him every day, which annoyed him.

It's about covering her eyes with her hands just now. This little girl has to play several times a day, which makes Gan Ping really depressed. Seeing that Ma Linger did not leave, Gan Ping simply put down the book and said, "Since we don't go out, let's just play chess." Ma Linger thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to let me go." Gan Ping was helpless and had to pinch his nose and agree, which was better than being stared at.

Ma Linger's chess game is extremely stinky. How can the hot little girl who is hot every day have the patience to play chess, but if Gan Ping is sitting in front of her, it's another matter. The girl in the mountain got married at the age of thirteen or fourteen. After the Spring Festival, Ma Linger was already twelve years old and learned some things. I heard that she and Gan Ping got married. The little girl was also full of joy. Gan Ping was not bad, had a gentle temper, and saved the lives of the whole village. That girl doesn't like heroes?

She sat there, holding the chess pieces in her hand, but she was careless and secretly looking at Gan Ping with the corners of her eyes. I didn't expect that the little beggar I saw at the entrance of the village that day would become my husband. Not to mention, why didn't I see that he was so beautiful that day? Ma Linger was careless, but she suffered from Gan Ping. Mr. Zhang once said that Gan Ping's chess is like fighting in battle. He is moving forward, imposing, and has the style of a general. Unfortunately, Gan Ping, who has the style of a general, has to stay everywhere. Every time he takes the initiative to attack, he has to save it by himself, so as not to "accidentally" win Ma Linger, which is a big trouble.

Days passed day by day. After the Spring Festival, the old horse head picked out some of the materials on the monsters and sold them, leaving the most valuable ones to prepare for the needs of the village from time to time. He used this money to comfort the families of the casualties, bought stones, and built the wall of the village.

Every month, the iron armored Kuiniu's horns are ground into some powder and sold into top weapons. I have to say that this old horse head does have the talent for business. With three first-class weapons made of Kuiniu bone powder every month, the reputation of the Ma family's iron collection is passed on little by bit. When you go out, business is getting better and better.

But these have nothing to do with Gan Ping. He still practices hard every day. The ghost silk art is about to reach the realm of soul gathering into silk. At that time, he can open the storage ring and find out what's going on.

Six months have passed in a blink of an eye. It was the busy season for farming. Gan Ping sat under the window and looked at Ma Ling'er, who was making a mess of fire outside the window, with a faint smile. Not long after the New Year, the sleeping fire woke up. Gan Ping tossed the little monkey over and turned several times at that time, which annoyed the little clever Zhangya. Dancing claws. But Gan Ping didn't find any difference between Huo'er and the previous one. He just had a little smaller body. The blue and white hair on his head was much brighter, and there was nothing left. Since he couldn't see any change, Gan Ping let it go. It's good to wake up. It's really not used to this little guy jumping around.

It is said that the happiest person after Huo'er woke up was Ma Linger. At the beginning, when Huo'er fell asleep, the little girl was still worried for several days. The tearful all day almost made Gan Ping tell the origin of Huo'er, but as soon as she thought was too much involved, she had to hide it.

In the past six months, the two little dolls who have been married have still gone to school and eat together as usual, but with this level of connection, the relationship between the two has become delicate. It's not a private affair between a man and a woman, but just the happy feeling of two little dolls and childhood sweethearts.

Looking at Ma Linger, he smiled faintly. Now he is more and more like Mr. Zhang. He is always in chaos, and the elegance between his hands and feet is fully displayed. Mr. Zhang is also very satisfied with this. Two days ago, Gan Ping had practiced the underworld soul silk to the first level of soul gathering into silk, wrapped the condensed root soul silk around the storage ring left by Xuan Mingzi, and branded the soul.

Although Gan Ping had been prepared for a long time, he was also dazzled by the treasure accumulated by Xuan Mingzi. This storage ring has an extremely large space. Thinking of a character like Xuan Mingzi, although this storage ring is inconspicuous, it is also a magic weapon of the third grade, but Gan Ping is not clear. In the space of the ring, the spiritual jade alone is more than 30,000 catties. This spiritual jade is used by monks to make runes, magic weapons, and even consumables when fighting against the enemy. It is also the most basic currency in the monism world.

Although Lingyu is the most basic, the reserves in this ring are also a little scary. It is very good that a jade vein can produce more than 100 yuan. These tens of thousands of catties made Gan Ping doubt whether Xuan Mingzi had dug some Lingyu veins, so he got these out. Although Gan Ping's guess is not the truth, it is not far away. This Lingyu is exactly one. The veins found by the Xiaomen Sect didn't expect to attract Xuan Mingzi, the world's murderer, slaughtered the whole door, directly broke the vein, and even packed and took away the spiritual stone accompanied by Lingyu. Now it's all cheaper than Ganping.

Because Xuanmingzi previously set up the Xuantian spiritual array, the spiritual stones in the ring seem to be much less. There are only three of the best spiritual stones, more than a thousand of the top-grade spiritual stones, and there are only more than 100 pieces of the remaining middle and lower-grade spiritual stones. For Xuanmingzi, the middle-grade spiritual stones are not eye-catching. The ring Of course, there is no trace.

There are still many material elixirs that Ganping can't recognize. The quantity is huge, but they are not interested in these Ganping. On the contrary, they are the secrets of the skills in the ring. Strange talk about miscellaneous books and Gan Ping's appetite. There are many strange-shaped magic weapons in the ring, but Gan Ping's cultivation is too poor to be used. Among these magic weapons, Gan Ping found something he was interested in.