I don’t know whether it’s the more bitter smiles or the more happy smiles?
Sometimes it is difficult for people to distinguish whether a sweet love makes them happier or makes them more depressed?
I'm afraid few people can explain this clearly.
Because sweet love often turns into a helpless burden later on.
The burden becomes heavier and heavier, and when the burden finally becomes overwhelming, both men and women often end up breaking up the love.
How true the love is, how deep the hatred is.
Maybe, this is love.
How much love can last forever?
This is probably the most difficult mystery in the world to solve.
"Mr. Zhao, I've heard for a long time that Mr. Wang Lie, the best marksman north of the Yangtze River, is the best in marksmanship! I, Zhu, also admire Mr. Wang's marksmanship very much. I wonder how Mr. Zhao's marksmanship is? Come on, Wang. How true is the old man?" Zhu Qianchuan suddenly asked a question that Zhao Qingsong couldn't answer.
If you say you got ten points, you are bragging. If you say you didn't get the true message, wouldn't you be a disgrace to your master?
"My marksmanship can only be said to be passable. If you want to reach the master's advanced level, you still need time to practice." Zhao Qingsong directly practiced Tai Chi. He did not say that he was good or not good, he only said that he was passable.
As for how far it can go, you can guess for yourself.
"It is said in the martial arts that among the long spears, the most powerful one is the Yin Yang Universe Divine Power Dragon Dan Soul Seizing Spear. It is said to be the spear used by Limu, the most powerful general under Emperor Xuanyuan in ancient times. I heard that this spear has been used heavily recently. Now in the Jianghu, heroes from all walks of life have heard the news and want to snatch this gun, have you heard about this?"
Zhao Qingsong has been working in the palace recently and has not traveled around the world. He is completely unaware of such important events in the world. He shook his head and said: "I haven't heard about this matter."
"Since Mr. Zhao is a good hand with guns, how can he not be moved by the birth of such a good gun? Even if you don't like it, if you take it and give it to Mr. Wang, he will definitely love it very much!"
When Zhao Qingsong heard this, it made sense. Even if he didn't want such a good gun, he could still give it to his master. He couldn't help but feel eager to try it.
But when he turned around and saw Zhu Miaoying, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Because of a gun, I took a big risk to snatch it. This gun is so prestigious, so many people must have snatched it away.
Once you get involved with someone who grabs a gun, it will be a fight to the death.
Even if I am more skilled and grab the gun, I will definitely provoke many life-and-death enemies by then, and I will never be able to stop for the rest of my life!
Still want to live in seclusion? Dreaming about living in seclusion is more like it.
This group of people obviously can't defeat themselves, so they will use all possible means when the time comes. Any martial arts rules that do not bring harm to the family will become pure bullshit!
Disaster will surely affect the family.
Thinking of the consequences of grabbing this gun, Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but feel dizzy. Forget it, no matter how good the thing is, you still have to live to enjoy it!
Whoever steals this gun will jump out and become a target for martial arts people from all walks of life!
Whoever steals this gun deserves a beating!
Zhao Qingsong now felt that he didn't deserve a beating, so he let out a long sigh, spit out all his desire for this gun into the air, and said with a smile: "Although the magic gun is good, it is not my intention."
Zhu Qianchuan nodded, cupped his hands, and said: "Then just pretend that I have never said anything about this! When we meet again in the world, we can have a drink with Brother Zhao again! Farewell!"
Zhao Qingsong also bowed his hands and said, "What Brother Zhu said is true. When we meet again one day, I will never come back without getting drunk."
After he finished his salute, he stood up straight and took a look. He saw the sun setting in the west, the returning birds entering the forest, the golden autumn breeze, and the continuous hooting of owls. Was there Zhu Qianchuan's figure there?
Zhao Qingsong, who was once again shocked by Zhu Qianchuan's Kung Fu, glanced around carefully and sighed: "I don't know how Zhu Qianchuan's Kung Fu was practiced. He looks like he is only twenty-four or five years old. He With just one stretch of my hand, the table and chairs were pulled over, and with another oh~ push, the lunch box was pushed over. This retrieving thing from the air is really powerful. If I can practice my kung fu to this level, I won't be able to do it. After decades of hard training, I won’t be able to achieve success until I’m sixty or seventy years old, right?”
He then thought about how his master, Wang Lie, seemed to be over sixty years old. With his master's powerful kung fu, it seemed that he had not yet reached the level of retrieving objects from the air?
When Zhao Qingsong thought of this, he could only shake his head helplessly, and said to himself: "It seems that this thing can't be achieved by hard training. This Zhu Qianchuan is really a monster, terrifyingly strong! Alas, the master praised me as a martial arts master at the beginning. A genius who is rare to see in a hundred years accepted me and said that after I leave the martial arts, I can walk sideways in the martial arts world! Now it seems that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. It is not appropriate to be arrogant! "
Zhao Qingsong packed up the tables, chairs and dishes, then led the horse over and hitched it to the cart. He got on the shaft of the cart with Zhu Miaoying, who was happily touching the phoenix crown, and drove toward the northwest.
Along the way, after walking for less than ten miles, I suddenly saw a large orange persimmon tree.
Zhu Miaoying had never seen a persimmon tree before. She put the phoenix crown in her hand aside and exclaimed: "Wow wow wow! What kind of fruit tree is this? These fruits look so familiar?"
These persimmon trees are disorganized and neglected, obviously a wild persimmon forest.
The Taihang Mountains are rich in persimmon trees, which is not surprising.
It is late autumn now, and the persimmons are all ripe. The thick persimmon trees are tall and vigorous, and the trees are full of persimmons, like little flaming red lanterns.
The breeze blows, filled with the sweet smell of persimmons.
Zhao Qingsong picked up the empty lunch box and said with a smile: "These are Mopan persimmons. I will pick them for you to eat."
He found a shorter persimmon tree, picked a dozen persimmons and put them in a lunch box for Zhu Miaoying to eat.
Zhu Miaoying had never eaten tender persimmons before, so she was filled with exclamations and praises. After eating a few persimmons, her pretty little face was as mushy as a little cat, and she boasted again and again: "It's delicious! Sweet! It's really good. Sweet! Honey is not as sweet as honey! Mmm! It’s delicious!”
Zhao Qingsong was so amused by Zhu Miaoying's funny appearance that he couldn't help laughing: "If you get such a wonderful wife in life, what else do you want?"
There is no special secret to getting along between husband and wife, just two words - harmony. As long as you can get these two words, there will be no worries.
Family and everything will be prosperous.
Zhao Qingsong, who had never tasted the warmth of family since he was a child, now only felt contented and had no other wish.
After passing the persimmon forest, and walking about ten feet away, a small courtyard with five bamboo and wooden houses came into view among the green mountains.
A pool of spring water flows around the courtyard, gurgling and tinkling, clear and quiet.
I don't know where this spring water comes from. The water is filled with hot air and the white mist is misty, making this small courtyard look like a fairyland.
Zhu Miaoying's big painted face covered with persimmons revealed a very funny look, and she said happily: "Ah! There is a family here! It's so beautiful here, just like a fairyland. Are there gods living in this house?"
Zhao Qingsong drove the horse across the small bamboo bridge at the entrance of the courtyard, tied the horse to the tree at the entrance of the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Miaoying, you are so smart. There are only two people living in this house, a man and a woman. A fairy."
Zhu Miaoying stared at Zhao Qingsong curiously with her big black eyes and asked, "How do you know?"
Zhao Qingsong winked mischievously: "You also know those two gods."
Zhu Miaoying hugged Zhao Qingsong's arm with some fear and looked at the five small bamboo houses with fear: "Really? The people I know are all bad people, no gods."
Zhao Qingsong nodded her forehead helplessly and said: "Stupid girl, you are the female immortal, and I am the male immortal. This will be our home from now on."
Zhu Miaoying's eyes widened in disbelief: "Why? Are we robbing other people's houses? Isn't that bad?"
Zhao Qingsong said: "I found someone to build this in advance. It is our house. Go in and see our new home. Do you like it?"
Zhu Miaoying's eyes shone with surprise, and she trotted into the small courtyard, jumping happily: "Oh! I have a new home! I have a new house! Oh! Young Master Qingli and I finally live together. great……"
