"Brother! I'm going to the Green House! Zhang Liang shouted.

Chen Fei gave him a stir-fried chestnut. "You don't learn well at a young age! Who did you learn from, and you actually want to go to the Qinglou? Turn around and tell your dad that he can't kill you! ”

Zhang Liang had already been drunk, and he didn't feel anything about what Chen Fei said, just a smirk and drooling, "Hey, hey, hey......"

Hey your sister! Chen Fei really wanted to throw his two uncompetitive younger brothers on the street, and all his old faces were lost by the two younger brothers!

"No matter, don't even think about going out of the city today if you don't wake them up!"

Chen Fei found a well, filled two scoops of water, and splashed the two younger brothers with one scoop for each person.

"Huh?"

"Huh?" The two stupid brothers woke up from the clear water, holding their heads and shouting dizziness.

"The! Let you drink so much! You deserve it! It's not early, you should hurry home, don't let your uncle wait in a hurry. ”

"Oh." Zhang Ping and Zhang Liang held their heads, climbed into the ox cart with great effort, and shouted at the old cow to hurry home.

The two old cows also seemed to have been infected by the two brothers, and they walked staggeringly, and took the two brothers out of the city leisurely.

"Two little kids." Chen Fei scolded with a smile, turned around and returned to the Guozijian and came to the hut where the things were stored.

Chen Fei carefully examined all the samples and tried them out for himself.

"Uncle's craftsmanship is good, but if these finished timbers were better, they would be perfect... That's right! ”

Chen Fei patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Divide this batch of items into grades, fine workmanship, good wood products will be sold a little more expensive, and they will be sold to powerful people, and the wine with rough workmanship and mediocre wood will be sold to ordinary people, hehe, maybe you can make some more flowers in sales." ”

Chen Fei looked at a room full of utensils, as if he saw a room of gold beckoning to him.

Heck, I will make more and more money in the future, how to spend it?

Chen Fei's troubled drool, the dreams he had when he slept at night were all about money, and his laughter tortured Qian Zhongshu for a night, almost driving him crazy...

..........

On the hill west of Yongle Village to Erli Road, the lights of a room in Xian'er Guan have not been extinguished, and two figures are sitting opposite each other.

"Master, he... Can you really help me get revenge? ”

There was a young man sitting in front of Taiming Daochang, about twenty years old, with heroic eyebrows and sword eyes, quite handsome, and the whole person had a special momentum, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and like a steel knife that had been baptized by blood, sharp and bloody.

"Yin Ping, your heart still can't calm down." Daoist Taiming leisurely picked up the bowl, took a sip of water, put the bowl back on the table, and stared at Yin Ping with piercing eyes.

Yin Ping lowered his head weakly, and most of the fierce momentum just now dissipated in an instant.

"The disciple knows his mistake."

Taiming Daoist shook his head and sighed: "I can understand, the hatred of killing relatives is not shared, it is already very remarkable that you can endure this matter in your heart all the time without attacking, but I have to remind you as a teacher: revenge is inexhaustible, don't be too persistent!" ”

Yin Ping clenched his fists: "Disciple understands!" ”

Taiming Daoist Ruo had a deep meaning and said with a smile: "I hope you really understand, Yin Ping, do you remember the scene when you and I first met?" ”

Yin Ping seemed to have fallen into memories, knife light, blood shadows, and screams kept flashing in his mind, holding his head in pain, a trace of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Remember, the disciple will never forget, when the disciple was lying on the side of the road and was about to starve to death, it was the master who gave me a sip of water to drink, a mouthful of bread to eat, and a medicine for me to cure the disease, which allowed me to live until now, and since then I have sworn that my Yin Ping's life is the master's!"

"Hey!" Taiming Daoist waved his hand: "Yin Ping, your life is your own, not mine, it is you who controls your destiny, not me, don't say this kind of thing again in the future." ”

As he spoke, Daoist Taiming looked at Yin Ping with kind eyes, like a loving father who was about to bid farewell to his son.

"I really didn't expect it, twenty years have passed, and the stupid boy who was thin and like a monkey at the beginning has grown so big now, hehe......"

"I would also like to thank the master for taking care of him for twenty years." Yin Ping got up, bowed respectfully to Daoist Taiming, and the grace of reinvention was beyond words.

Daoist Taiming calmly accepted Yin Parallel's salute, and the more he looked at this disciple, the more satisfied he became, and the smile in the corner of his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Yin Ping, Ming'er, you're going down the mountain, the purpose of this trip is to protect him, not your hatred, understand?"

Yin Ping was silent, his eyes kept flickering, as if he was ashamed and unwilling.

Daoist Taiming saw Yin Ping's thoughts, and muttered: "Hatred is not in a hurry, Yin Ping, if you can protect that kid, as a teacher, you can guarantee that your revenge will definitely be avenged." ”

"What does the master mean ......"

Tianming Daoist shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

Yin Ping couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard this, the depression in his heart had nowhere to go, and he was bored and wanted to find a place to practice martial arts to vent.

"Yin Ping, calm your heart, the task given to you this time is not easy, you must not be careless. As the teacher calculated, that kid's luck has been a little bad recently, plus he was originally a short-lived appearance, I'm afraid there will be several bloody disasters in the future, you have already helped him resolve one, and then he still needs your protection, you can go down the mountain to find him tomorrow. ”

Yin Ping took a few deep breaths, and finally exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, hugged his fists and said, "Yes!" Yin Ping understands! That... The disciples retired first. ”

Yin Ping turned around and walked to the door, and Daoist Taiming suddenly spoke: "Merit and revenge are always interdependent, Yin Ping, use your merit to resolve this hatred." ”

Yin Ping turned his head and looked at the Taiming Daoist in front of the table for some reason.

Taiming Dao Chang shook his head: "One day you will understand the hard work of being a teacher, now, stick to your own heart, don't be blinded by hatred!" ”

Yin Ping thought for a while, and nodded as if he didn't understand: "Disciple, remember!" ”

Taiming Daoist looked at Yin Ping and suddenly smiled: "I hope you can really remember." ”

After Yin Ping returned to the room, the little Taoist priest in the same room rubbed his eyes and looked at his senior brother curiously.

"Senior brother, you're going down the mountain tomorrow?"

Yin Ping blew out the candle and lay on the bed. "Well, it's just going to Chang'an City, not too far away."

The little Taoist smacked his lips, and his tone was full of envy. "It's good to be able to go to Chang'an City, I haven't been to Chang'an City since I was so old."

Yin Ping smiled: "Do you think I went to Chang'an City to play?" This time, the master sent me a heavy task. Hey, by the way, these days when I'm away, the master and uncle will be handed over to you to take care of. ”

The little Taoist priest yawned, turned over and replied lazily: "I know, senior brother, you can go, although my martial arts are not as good as yours, but it is no problem to beat the little thief to protect the master." ”

Yin Ping laughed: "Come on, with your three-legged cat's kung fu, the master doesn't need your protection." ”

The little Taoist priest muttered, "You think everyone is as powerful as you." He stopped talking, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Yin Ping looked at the familiar moon outside the window, thinking of what he was holding in his heart, and a burst of angry blood rose in his chest, rolling in his chest, and he couldn't calm down.......