"Senior sister, is Huashan heavy or Daming heavy?"

] "Of course it's Huashan, why did my junior brother ask that?"

"nothing."

"Wash your feet, wash your feet...what are you doing?"

Ning Zhongze's little feet fluttered in the basin for a few times, but he could only watch Li Bubai walk out of the door without looking back. She frowned slightly and bit her red lips. Naturally, she realized that she had said the wrong thing just now, and immediately changed her words: "Of course, it's the Ming Dynasty, and my junior brother is coming back to wash his feet."

How could this young hero be bought with a pair of beautiful feet?

Li Bubai looked up at the sky and remained silent. Even his senior sister thought so, let alone the people in the world? He suddenly realized that it was not that officials were willing to embezzle, but that the inheritance a few years ago was like this.

Family, country and the world.

Kissing to hide each other.

Clan sacrifice.

Glorious family and glorious ancestors.

Only with a family can one have a country. If a relative commits a crime, he needs help conceal it.

The clan can handle family children, but the law cannot control it.

Being an official and making a name for himself is to glorify his ancestors.

This is true for the education they receive, what are they wrong?

Li Bubai's heavy heart suddenly relaxed. It was not that people in this world were not good, but that people were fooled and lame.

From top to bottom, they are all cripples.

There is naturally a reason for thousands of years of inheritance.

But if the times progress, no one can blame others for being broken by others.

The people are innocent because they know little truths and have no right to speak, so they cannot do it if they want to improve their lives.

Who is that wrong?

Even my senior sister thought Huashan was heavy, what about the others?

What about the people of Ming Dynasty?

This damn feudal dregs are really harmful.

Li Bubai fell into deep thought and felt more and more that he should go out.

The officialdom is dark, and I am a native of the world.

Cross-border players are not that easy to succeed.

But if you don't do something, I'm really sorry to come here.

"Junior brother, what are you thinking?"

Ning Zhong was wearing slippers, her feet were snow-white, and she was wet and ticking. She was wearing a white shirt, and her shaking thighs stood straight under the light. Ning Zhong was standing beside Li Bubai, frowned and looked at Li Bubai with concern.

Li Bubai turned his head and said, "It's nothing, I just figured out something."

"Come in."

"oh."

"Sit down."

"Senior sister..."

Ning Zhongze sat on the stool, rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, revealing his white wrists. His slender hands were like water, pinching Li Bubai's toes and pulling them. His silky and slender fingers were inserted flexibly into the toes like fish and slid gently.

Ning Zhongze raised his head and smiled gently: "Isn't serving men what women should do?"

Li Bubai's eyes widened: This beautiful feudal dregs.

Ning Zhongze saw Li Bubai staring at him blankly, as if he was foolish. She smiled and rubbed her carefully. After a while, she tightened her legs, picked up her feet and placed them on her knees. She grabbed a corner of the white shirt and covered her big feet, and scrubbed carefully.

Puff.

"Hey, why did my junior brother get a nosebleed?"

Ning Zhongze looked up in shock, held a corner of his shirt in one hand, and stood up in panic to wipe the tip of Li Bubai's nose.

Li Bubai hurriedly dodged: "Don't..."

"Your feet are dirty?" Ning Zhongze frowned slightly: "Don't move, it's so bloody."

She raised her arm and clattered.

Buttons fly away.

Ning Zhongze: "..."

Puff.

Li Bubai: "..."

Turn off the lights.

rest.

Lying on the bed, Li Bubai stared at the roof. Ning Zhongze curled his legs sideways, pressing his head on his arms, and his arms on his chest, surrounding him.

"Junior brother..."

"ah?"

"Actually, neither Huashan nor Daming nor Junior Brother is as serious as Junior Brother."

Li Bubai was instantly moved, grabbed the hand that fell on his lower abdomen and took a deep breath and moved away: "Senior sister's hand is also quite heavy."

Feeling Li Bubai's nervousness, Ning Zhongze pursed his lips and closed his eyes: "Let's rest."

The next morning, the two got up.

The little dean of the Sutra Pavilion fights the sword.

Fires are splashing everywhere.

In Ningzhong, the dragon leaps and tigers, and is like a butterfly.

Li Bubai's feet are square and steadily as steady as Mount Tai.

"The junior brother's sword technique is no trace, and the senior sister is no match."

Ning Zhongze stood with his sword, tied his fingers with Li Bubai, and walked outside: "This time I went down the mountain, my junior brother should be careful. The mysterious organization didn't know what conspiracy was. There was no movement in three years, so it was probably not too simple."

Li Bubai nodded slowly: "Senior sister, don't worry, as long as you are not fooled, you will definitely not have any trouble."

"My junior brother is going to say goodbye to his senior brother and his uncle. After breakfast, go down the mountain. Bring more money on the road, don't let yourself be wronged."

Ning Zhongze was quite reluctant to leave. For three years, his junior brother had been by his side, taking care of himself with his feet and sticks. He suddenly left the house, and I don’t know if he would adapt.

Although his martial arts are powerful, he is a young man. If he is deceived, wouldn’t he suffer a great loss?

But when children grow up, they will eventually see the world.

I don’t know that the people outside have sinister hearts, how do I know the warmth of home?

Ning Zhongze was reluctant to leave and gritted his teeth and tense. He just hoped that his junior brother would not be hurt, but he liked that his junior brother would experience the sinister hearts and know the benefits of the family, so that he would not be curious about the outside world in the future.

After breakfast, I said goodbye to Ning Zhong.

Li Bubai carried the sword and floated down to Huashan.

Li Bubai couldn't feel Ning Zhongze's complicated thoughts. He had been in this world for more than three years, but he only went down the mountain last time and walked alone for a long time.

I don't know much about this ancient world.

This time I went down the mountain, I must have seen the customs and customs of the Ming Dynasty. It’s a pity that the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai seem to have not been born yet, which is quite regretful.

Mountainside Inner Gate College.

Li Bubai floated in.

Yue Buqun stood on the playground with his hands on his back.

Two young men in the field were fighting swords.

The young man was not very old, at the age of five or six. However, the long sword in his hand was already in a fire, smart and casual, quite sharp.

Another person is fat, not tall, and quite solid. He has a fat face and small eyes, and a long sword door slashes hard, just like using a knife. If he is in Songshan, he will definitely be a genius of a generation.

Yue Buqun's face was as deep as water, his face turned black. The fists behind him were tightened, which showed that he had endured to the limit: "Linghu Chong, I can't remember the sword techniques. What kind of sword did you learn? Go to wash the toilet at night. If you dare to drink alcohol secretly in the toilet, be careful of your skin."

When the boy heard this, his neck shrank and his sword retreated. The fat man next to him laughed and looked proud.

Yue Buqun: "Wang Ergou, why are you laughing? You are a sword-leaving person, not a sword. Your father, Wang Dagou, sells pork. Do you still want to learn Huashan Sword Technique and go back to chop pork?"

Fatty Dun's face collapsed: "Sir, I can't do anything. I've been chopping pork since I was a child, so I can't change it."

Yue Buqun's face became darker, his shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and his fists tightened, so angry that he was no longer able to do so.

Linghu Chong and Wang Ergou were startled and their faces turned pale: "Sir, you said that you used daggers to use sword techniques, and we all learned from you."

"My father said, what kind of gentleman teaches what kind of disciple? Sir, you must be a unique master who can use daggers to use swordsmanship, and exceed the limits of the world. If I follow you to learn swordsmanship, I will definitely be able to practice the supreme swordsmanship and dominate the Huayin pork market."

Yue Buqun: "!!!"
Chapter completed!