The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Zhao Qingyi heard the sound of water, stood up, and saw the two people in the pool crawling with the dog, laughing on the chair rail. Ling Lu was still buffering 10,000 points of damage to her soul, but at this time she was attracted by her laughter.

But seeing his face like jade, skin like snow, eyes like stars, so that the smile from the bottom of his heart dyed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, pure and charming, just like the beginning of sunshine.

He is still young, and if a few years pass, he doesn't know how beautiful he is.

Ling Lu secretly shook his head again: How could he be tempted by a boy, he is not as good as Long Yang.

Ling Lu said, "The martial arts of these people under me is incomparable with Lien Brothers."

Zhao Qingyi said: "Practice well, there is still hope for improvement. They are all masters of external skills, and their internal skills are superficial."

Ling Lu couldn't help being surprised, and said, "You can see it this way?"

Zhao Qingyi said: "Many people in this river and lake can see it. However, you don't have to be arrogant. You can use good skills for internal and external skills. Their foundation is also extremely rare. It is difficult for you to pay back. To be effective with such a character."

Ling Lu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on her face. He turned off the topic and said, "Brother Lien, I'm leaving now. I don't know when I can see each other."

Zhao Qingyi said: "Are you going to travel south?"

Ling Lu said, "I have to go home first, there is something wrong at home."

Zhao Qingyi was also slightly sad, and said: "You are gone, some of you have invited me to drink."

Ling Lu smiled and said, "If you want to drink, come to me and I will treat you with the best wine."

Zhao Qingyi nodded, patted his arm and said, "It's interesting. Although we meet together, but I like you as a bold man."

They are much better than modern men. Those people don't look good and don't speak softly. They have only self-righteous, so special gadgets.

Ling Lu said: "When you are a brother, why bother with your own flesh and blood? Have fun for fun, fight for wine and gather next to each other."

Zhao Qingyi listened to this poem, if it weren't for him to read it, she would not be able to cite it as an "illiterate", even when she was truly emotional.

Zhao Qingyi said: "This poem is also very nice, how is the whole poem like?"

Ling Lu remembered that he said he was illiterate, so naturally he couldn't recite poems. He couldn't help being funny. He was from Beidi who had read so many Chinese poems, but he was not a Han Chinese.

"Life has no roots, and it floats like dust on the mosque.

Disperse and follow the wind, it is already very personal.

If you are a brother, why bother with your own flesh and blood.

Have to be joyful, fight for wine and gather next to each other.

..."

When Zhao Qingyi heard that "life has no roots, it floats like dust on the moss", she couldn't help feeling, and tears welled up.

Ling Lu was surprised and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with brother Lien?"

Zhao Qingyi wiped her tears and said, "The person who writes the poem is not a good person, even he laughs at me."

Ling Lu smiled: "How come? Tao Yuanming is a native of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, how does he laugh at you?"

Zhao Qingyi said: "He laughed at me, and was killed by bad people when he was born. From then on, he has no father, no mother, no brother, and drifts in the wind like dust."

Ling Lu patted her shoulder and said, "Misery is a rare experience. You are not polished or made into weapons. After suffering, you will always be more outstanding than ordinary people. The bad guys harm you, and you are not dead. Who will kill you? You know."

Zhao Qingyi feels that he has a pride that ordinary people don't have. This kind of pride has something in common with manager Zhao Qingyi, and can't help dispelling the sadness caused by the original owner's feelings.

Ling Lu was also very happy to see him. Although he could not use it for his own use, it was a rare fate to come to the Southern Dynasties.

Ling Lu said: "If you don't have a brother, how about you and me become brothers of the opposite sex?"

Zhao Qingyi couldn't help but stared wide. His drunkenness had gone halfway. Is there still such an operation? The original owner will not mention it. The manager has passed through many lifetimes and recognized his adoptive father, but he has never bowed to anyone.

Handsome, rich, gentle, standard equipment for brothers!

Zhao Qingyi said: "Okay! If you become a worshiper, you will become a worshiper, but I have a condition."

Ling Lu secretly said: This quirky and weird kid who makes people love and hate actually still has conditions. It's time to burn incense for anyone in this world who can make him worship.

"What are the conditions?"

Zhao Qingyi stretched out her hand on his waist, hands, and chest. She was not to eat tofu, but to see his physical health.

But Ling Lu was blushing because of her handsome face, and he secretly said that he was really sick, and he was itching to do with a boy.

Zhao Qingyi said: "I guess, if you don’t bother to drink and drink, your life will be quite long. I am sincere and sincere and swear to God. This is'not to be born in the same year and the same month, but to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.' I suffer too much. You are eight or nine years older than me. So I swear that I will die at the same age and the same month as you, provided that you can’t indulge in drinking. Otherwise, you will die at the age of forty. I am old. Honestly and diligent in practice, he died at the age of forty. Isn’t that an eternal injustice?"

Ling Lu stroked his forehead, took a deep breath, and turned around. Zhao Qingyi thought he was angry and grabbed his hand.

Ling Li felt a bit dry on his face again. It was obvious that his hands were not completely delicate and soft. His hands were not big, his fingers were long and thin, but his palms were a little cocooned. He is a martial artist and always knows how to do it. Grind out a thin cocoon.

"Why, brother Ling, the ones who are picky are sincere. If you are to worship others, they are careful not to say it. But I feel that friendship with friends is the most important thing, so I will tell you the most important things."

Ling Lu was angry and funny, and said, "I just haven't heard of bowing like this."

"There is always the first time."

then……

Ling Luren prepared an incense case in the courtyard, offering chickens and ducks. The two knelt down on the ground holding incense, and said in a loud voice: "Nian Linglu and Lian Qing have different surnames, but they have the same temperament. For brothers, in the future, we will share the blessings and the difficulties, and we will not ask to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but the same age, the same month and the same day!

After speaking, the two worshipped to the heavens and the earth, Zhao Qingyi still couldn't help but think that she was born in October and Ling Lu was born in December. If you die on the same day, the same age, and the same month, you won't suffer.

After the eight prayers, the two got up with a smile, and Zhao Qingyi arched his hands towards him and knelt on one knee: "Fool brother, see your eldest brother!"

You are the eldest brother. If you have money, you need to take care of me. If I don’t have a place to have fun in the future, I have to go to your house and want good wine and food!

Anyway, now I don’t have a home. You can’t come to "my house" to have a drink. I am a child without a father and no mother, or betrayed my brother. When I go to the restaurant for dinner, you are embarrassed to ask me to pay?

Where did Ling Lu know the mind of this little rascal. Zhao Qingyi wants to change the "same year" to "same age", and it is true that she herself wears it. In case there is any evil power, she should swear that she will die badly, so she dare not swear that oath.

But at this time, there is a cautious thinking about eating and drinking, and the mysterious power can't control it.

Ling Lu helped her up and patted her little shoulder: "Good brother! I will invite you to play at my house in the future!"

Zhao Qingyi responded with a smile, and said proudly, "I will marry a rich daughter-in-law in the future, and I will also invite my eldest brother to come to my house for a drink!"

Ling Lu laughed and said, "Okay!"

Zhao Qingyi said in her heart: I will never marry a daughter-in-law...

Zhao Qingyi saw Ling Lu laughed proudly, with an atmosphere that ordinary people do not have, and felt a little guilty in his heart. He thought to himself: Although he is illiterate in this life, he is not generous with money, and he does not use the legal side ball. But occasionally he never asks him again. Will go bankrupt.

Ling Lu immediately brought good wine outside the customs, and the two brothers drank each other, and both felt happy.

Zhao Qingyi was illiterate and could not recite a poem in response to the occasion, so he drew out his horizontal knife and started dancing.

Although he is young and short, he has practiced Jiuyin Divine Art for a long time. The beauty of the bones and the uninterrupted healthy vitality emanating from the inside out, this kind of spirit is hard to come by.

At that time, Ling Lu only saw her use hidden weapons, acupuncture points, and her martial arts superb. This time she was even more yearning for such martial arts. They Beidi people have always admired heroes and warriors.

The blade is shining, its speed is like wind, and its aggression is like fire. As soon as she stepped through the clouds, like a sky monkey, she went to the top of the pavilion and laughed.

"Brother! Come on!"

Ling Lu's kung fu and horsemanship are superb, but they can't rely on the light skills of the inner family, and shook his head.

"Brother Xian, come down."

Zhao Qingyi also thought that he was not Yuan Wuji, and that he couldn't do his best in this area, so he went down to the ground.

Ling Lu said: "Xian brother's kung fu is really amazing."

Zhao Qingyi said, "If my eldest brother likes it, I can teach you one or two. However, this kind of kungfu is more difficult for you to practice by yourself." She does not quote classics, and it is okay to explain the simple kungfu in vernacular.

Although Ling Lu didn't spend most of his time on martial arts training, he still had some interest, so the two of them drank and talked until it got dark.

Although Ling Lu was leaving tomorrow, she still opened her mouth to keep her, but Zhao Qingyi said that she would return to the Hou Mansion.

Ling Lu had to send her to a place not far from the Hou Mansion, but she was not close to the Hou Mansion. Zhao Qingyi didn't care about it and bid him farewell.

Seeing him staggering into Dingbeihou Mansion, Ling Lu secretly sighed, being in such a place, he still didn't tell him that he was from Beidi. He can't leave if his identity is revealed.

Good virtuous brother, see you again next day.

...

Zhao Qingyi returned to the Hou Mansion full of alcohol, and the people of the Hou Mansion surrounded him.

"Young Master Qing, where have you been! The elder son has been looking for you for a long time, and Lord Hou has also waited for you all night!"

"Yes, go and report to Hou Ye and Shi Zi!"

"It's so heavy, Young Master Qing, are you coming out of the wine jar?"

Everyone, one word for you, one word for me.

Zhao Qingyi drank a lot, even though his internal strength was deep, he couldn't suppress the alcohol concentration in the blood.

At this moment, people shook her eyes, making her dizzy, and she waved her hand: "Go away~~"

The people wanted to help her, she waved, and then swayed by herself. The sky was dark, and she only felt that there was a lantern, but where it was and what direction her yard was, there was a lot of mud in her mind.

Seeing the biggest road, she staggered forward, and after walking a few steps, her head hit a hard chest.

She raised her head, a face had a double image in front of her, she couldn't help laughing, naively: "Daddy has four eyes, uh, six eyes..."