Chapter 1 Reporting

Zhang Zhuo and Chen Baofeng said goodbye to everyone in the afternoon. Since that day 16 years ago, Zhang Zhuo has been living in deep painful memories. Later, he finally found his lifelong lover Chen Baofeng, but he was plotted by the black bat. After his face injury was finally cured, he was shocked one after another. The dynamic change, now, the sisters have also recognized each other, and everything is calm. For her and Chen Baofeng, it is more important than anything else to enjoy the rare quiet time together.

The little demon plans to leave Qingcheng in three days. For this girl, it is also a rare fate to know her. Although the yellow finch often fools with her, when he hears the news that she is leaving, he doesn't know how to do it. He always has a sour feeling inexplicably.

This may be the so-called hard to part.

In the evening, the four of them went out for a meal together. During this period, the yellow finch couldn't help sighing when he thought that he would deal with those antique calligraphy and paintings in the future. When he thought that he would become a treacherous person, he couldn't help sighing. To be honest, that kind of life was really not what he wanted.

"What is the sigh?" The little demon asked.

The yellow finch took a sip of beer and said, "What else can I sigh? My second uncle said that from tomorrow, let me learn to run October Maple, learn antique appreciation knowledge from Uncle Yin, and say it's the future, and let me take over that unit."

The little demon smiled and said, "That's not good. It's better than doing nothing now, right?"

"But that's not the life I want!" The yellow finch sighed heavily again.

The little demon continued to laugh and said, "So what kind of life do you want?"

This time, the yellow finch had a lot of topics. He leaned against the chair, held a toothpick in his mouth, and said, "Oh, if the world could travel through time, I just want to go back to 70 years ago, with Zhang Qingyang, Zhou Furong, and all the eight heroes to kill those Japanese beasts. The knife sees blood, and the knife seals the throat. I feel that's a happy life.

"You are looking for death!" He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head and said, "Is it just you? I still want to be a national hero, come on."

"Oh, don't look down on people."

The yellow finch is unconvinced.

Brawl is a common thing between these three people, and the two women can't be more ordinary, because the brother who came with him eats except for eating.

It's the middle of autumn. As soon as I got out of the hotel gate, a cool breeze blew, which made people shiver.

"Are you really going to leave?"

The yellow finch asked the little demon again.

The little demon nodded, "Of course I'm leaving. This time I come to Qingcheng, I can meet you. To be honest, I'm really happy. Although the Eight Gate has gradually moved away from this society, and many people in the past have also managed other businesses, but the master gave me "Thousands of poisons". I think I should It is his responsibility to fulfill his old man's last wish, and the skills of the gate can be passed on. I think that is his greatest wish.

"I wish you success!"

The yellow finch stretched out its right hand.

The little demon smiled, and the two held each other tightly. The little girl's face couldn't help but turn red and hot in an instant, but the light at the door of the hotel was not very bright. How could the careless stinky little yellow finch notice it?

"You are the same. Next time I see you, I guess you will be the shopkeeper of October Maple!"

The yellow finch smiled bitterly, "Alas..."

He raised his eyebrows and rode a motorcycle to carry the little demon away, like a gust of wind, drifting away into the distance.

The yellow finch looked at the two people leaving. After watching it for a long time, so many big things happened during this period. He had long been used to this exciting life. Once everything was calm, his heart was a little empty.

The yellow finch couldn't help touching the broken throat on the belt, and couldn't help thinking of the classic line. As a swordsman, he should never leave his body.

The stinky boy couldn't help laughing. There is a knife on the belt of the city's trousers. I guess he is alone now.

"What are you laughing at, Brother Huang Que, don't you go home?"

Xiao Di saw the yellow finch suddenly frowned and laughed by himself. It was really no different from the insane person.

The yellow finch stepped on the motorcycle and said, "Of course I will go. I have to report it tomorrow!"

With the roar of a motorcycle, the boy, who could barely be called a swordsman, ran out.

When I returned to October Maple, it was not too late. Just past ten o'clock, the yellow finch stopped the motorcycle. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that Liu Jinyin and Xing should not be talking about the irrelevant national situation. Is it possible for Obama to be re-elected? How long will little Japan to tosss? In short, that news The most popular thing is what they talk about. As for whether the conversation is reasonable or trivial, they don't care.

"Bad boy, this time I've been crazy for days! Is it lucky to be lucky?"

Liu Jinyin still has a consistent tone, with small eyes, and the skating rink hairstyle emits a halo under the reflection of the fluorescent lamp.

What is a popular sentence in the past? The one who rides a white horse is not necessarily a prince. He may be a Tang monk, and the one with wings is not necessarily an angel. He may be a bird. Now you can add that the one with a halo on his head is not necessarily Cupid, and he may also be Liu Jinyin.

The yellow sparrow smiled and said, "No matter how lucky I am, I can't be entangled with Uncle Yin, can I? Tell me honestly, how many lonely young women have gone to the People's Park to date in the past few days?

Liu Jinyin has always been more interested in this kind of ** topic than politics. As soon as he saw the yellow finch chatting, he began to talk about the affairs of the past few days. Of course, how credible it is, and the yellow finch also doesn't care about it. The old boy said that there was a rich woman who loved him. Is this possible?

After chatting with Liu Jinyin for more than half an hour, the yellow finch went upstairs and sat in front of the window. He took out the string of 'rotten stones' given to him by Zhang Zhuo, and then took out the broken throat dagger given to him by Li Liancheng and stared at it fiercely.

"Torn intestines, enemy country, nirvana, beauty, can these be true?"

The yellow finch muttered that his heart was full of too many mysteries. The stinky boy is a person who likes to explore the mysteries, so when everything becomes complicated and confusing, he can't help falling into meditation.

If someone told the yellow finch before that there is a strange jade between heaven and earth, and there is magic that ordinary people can't imagine, the yellow finch will definitely laugh. What kind of society is it? Isn't this superstition? But now, he has a faint feeling that each of the four pieces of jade mentioned by Li Liancheng is real, more real than pearls.

Wearing sausage jade can not get drunk in a thousand cups. Don't you get drunk in a thousand cups now? As for the beauty jade, it is rumored that she can stay young forever and repair her face. If it is not true, why is Sun Haihong willing to rob her conscience? The most respected person in her life is Zhang Qingyang, but for the sake of Hongyanyu, she almost turned herself into a person who was spurned by all generations.

Nirvana can rise to life, the enemy country, and the world. These yellow finch have never understood it, let alone seen it. But the more it is like this, the more he wants to know. It's just that the day this mystery will be revealed. The yellow finch doesn't know.

"Tear through the intestines, wear the intestines!" The yellow finch muttered a few words again, and once again thought of its own body. So many things have happened. The yellow finch can now clearly confirm that it has three strange things that can be called power for the time being. First, a thousand cups are not drunk, second, a hundred poisons are invulnerable, and the third is this horrible strange speed. It is.

These have never happened before, 100% not. Everything was after returning from Umutu, and everything that happened in Umutu went through the mind of the stinky boy like a movie.

He remembered the four words that Mr. Cao said again, drinking and drinking the breeze. What do you mean by your own speed? Did Mr. Cao already know the changes in his body when he was about to die, that is to say, this change took place in the donkey's grinding?

The huge yellow mud snake in Jingshuitan, the strange big bat, fell into the water, swallowed, and then rescued. During this period, it seemed to have happened, and nothing strange seemed to happen.

The yellow finch's brain suddenly became extremely confused.

He picked up the broken throat dagger, picked up the 'rotten stone', put it on his two hands, and was distracted again.

Time seemed to be still, and there was no sound on the whole second floor. The yellow finch put down the two things and suddenly found a dark shadow standing there motionless by the window at the door.

"Who?"

As soon as the yellow finch woke up from the thought of the matter, it suddenly saw it and immediately made a sound.

"I!"

As soon as the voice fell, Huang Hailin's voice was also remembered outside the door.

The yellow finch quickly got up and opened the door, "Uncle!"

Huang Hailin stood at the door with a calm face, wearing a single red Tang suit. He looked at the yellow finch and said, "What are you doing? Why don't you rest so late? Don't forget, you should learn from Uncle Yin tomorrow.

"I know, second uncle." The yellow finch laughed.

Huang Hailin nodded, turned around, but turned around again and said, " By the way, your Uncle Xing cooked supper and ate a little to warm your stomach. After eating, give me a good rest. In the antique way, eyesight is the most important, so it is necessary to have a good rest."

After saying that, Huang Hailin slowly walked towards his room.

Seeing Huang Hailin entering the room, the yellow finch also closed the door and quickly went downstairs. Xing should not cook the midnight snack, which tasted good.

As soon as Huang Hailin arrived at his room, he gently closed the door. At the moment when the old-style sluid was closed, his hands couldn't help trembling.

He hurried through the small living room, went into his bedroom, and took out the yellow paper from the inside of the pillar. His hands kept trembling, his face was full of excitement, and he muttered softly, "I know, I know, it's closely related, it's closely related..."

The yellow finch had a good sleep after supper. Just after 7:30 the next day, the boy got up from **. At 7:30, for others, it may be very late, but for the yellow finch, this is a relatively early time.

Wash your face and brush your teeth. The boy walked downstairs. As soon as he saw Liu Jinyin sitting in the small living room downstairs, he suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle Yin, I'm here."