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Chapter 180 Mortal Years

Unknowingly, his martial arts improved day by day. But his father was not happy and said to him: "Every noble person in the dynasty is a scholar. Practicing martial arts is just to strengthen the body, not to get sick, to have more energy to study, and to

You have to focus on your studies, is it possible that you want to take the martial arts exam?"

"When the country is in crisis, military talents can save the country. This is what I want." Chen Zhengda saluted his father and said: "Although our Song Dynasty is rich, its military is weak. If you take a look at our Zhuangzi, you will see that

Dozens of them are refugees from the north who were bullied by the Jin soldiers. Maybe one day, the Jin soldiers will attack us at our doorstep. Can we just talk to them reasonably?"

Father said earnestly: "A good man should not be a soldier, and a good man should not make nails. Even if he is admitted to the Military Academy, he will not be able to enter the Rural Xian Temple. Your mother and I don't want you to die in the battlefield. When the time comes, the white-haired man will send the black-haired man.

You have to understand your parents' hard work."

"Man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the twelve states in Guanshan? Although there are a hundred times more Han people in the Song Dynasty than the Jin people, we value culture over martial arts and no one wants to be a soldier. That's why we in the Song Dynasty were bullied by the Jin Kingdom." Chen

Zhengda answered his father righteously: "In a few years, they will all attack our homes, and we will all become slaves of the subjugated country. Do you mean that we should wear the nobles of the Jin Dynasty?"

Seeing that he couldn't talk to him, his father waved his hand and went to discuss it with his mother.

"My son is his father. Once he gets married and has a wife, he will naturally know the preciousness of life. It doesn't matter whether he is a Wen Jinshi or a Wu Jinshi. When the time comes, he will not consider himself, but will have to consider his wife. Isn't it the same when you were young?

Are you passionate?" His wife told him in a low voice, "I think my son and Wang Xiaomi are a good match."

He looked up and saw that Wang Xiaomi was taking medicine to the yard to wipe it for him, and smiled slightly.

The next day, the sun was very bright. Suddenly, when Chen Zhengda went to his eldest brother's room to say hello, he found that his illness had relapsed. How could this be possible? Wang Xiaomi and Wang Xiaozhu were very strange. They had already burned incense and greeted the Kitchen God.

He is the youngest ghost fairy, and he will not fail to give face. Someone must be ignorant and caught the Stove Chicken. After some investigation, he learned that it was a servant's child. Because children like to play with small animals, he saw the Stove Chicken during the day.

, they caught them, played with them, and trampled them to death after playing. The sisters had no choice but to burn incense again to apologize to the Kitchen God, and asked the Kitchen God: "Can you ask the Kitchen God to propose to the Kitchen Chickens and Stove Ducks that they treat the day as night and the night as a night?"

During the day, this way, similar incidents of children playing with them will never happen again."

The incense flickered, and the sisters knew that the Kitchen God had agreed. From then on, the kitchen chickens could no longer be seen in the kitchen during the day. Only at night when people were quieter did they come out in groups to play and look for food. And this statement also

It has been passed down from generation to generation until today.

Brother Chen has recovered from his illness again, and the whole family is extremely grateful. He is the eldest son, and the whole family has high hopes for him. Chen Zhengda's parents even eagerly invited the sisters to stay for the New Year, saying:

"You two don't have any family, and now it's snowy again, so just leave after the New Year."

How can it be so embarrassing? It’s my first time to stay at someone’s house to celebrate the New Year. I’m not a relative or a friend. However, it’s even less interesting to go back to the Skyscraper Canyon. It’s deserted and deserted. Everyone is busy making wine and hoping to fly to the sky in the future.

Being a fairy, you usually don’t even have anyone to talk to, let alone true love in the world.

"Stay, my brother is in good health. If something happens, I will have to ask you for help." After saying that, he whispered to Wang Xiaomi: "I would rather you stay, our family is very lively during the New Year."

.”

This can be regarded as a confession. The two sisters remembered the days before they became immortals. The family was harmonious and lively. Anyway, my brother will not come back this year. They can make the decision. Wang Xiaomi is even more moved.

True love, I felt that I had been sorry to Luo Dacheng in my previous life, and I had to repay him well no matter what in this life. With this thought in mind, after declining a few times, I simply stayed.

On the 29th day of the New Year, on the eve of New Year's Eve, Wang Xiaomi hung a Zhuangyuan lantern for his family in the living room. This was a boneless lantern that the sisters had pierced with needles when they were idle these days.

Chen Zhengda's mother took their hands and said in an exaggerated tone: "Girls, your hands are so skillful. I dare to swear that you can't find a more exquisite lamp than this even in Changtan." After saying that, she went naturally.

Both of them had a round frozen rice candy stuffed in their mouths.

The two sisters felt warmth that they had never experienced before. For more than two hundred years, no one had ever treated them so warmly and naturally.

At night, the two sisters slept together. Wang Xiaomi said to her sister: "Sister, do you think it is better to be a god or a human? I think about immortality, it doesn't make much sense. A person lives for one life, becomes a ghost after death, and is reincarnated again.

Isn't it equivalent to growing immortal after another life?"

"Why do you have such strange thoughts? Gods are so carefree." My sister replied in surprise: "If you are a ghost, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell and suffer all kinds of torture."

"If you are kind and decent as a human being, you won't have to suffer even if you die and become a ghost. In your next life, you can be reincarnated into a wealthy family and feel the warmth and kindness of others. In the past two hundred years, do you feel happier than before, sister?"

Wang Xiaomi thought for a while and said: "What sister said makes sense. Over the past two hundred years, our lives have been like a blank sheet of paper. By the way, sister, what do you mean by this? It's not because you are moved by love and want to stay."

Are you not going back here?"

At this moment, Jin Huabin suddenly felt his lips heat up, and it was Su Yuehong who suddenly came over and kissed him. He hugged her suddenly and said: "The protagonist in the story is moved by love, and you are moved too? See what I do

Fix you."

She leaned against him, raised her head and muttered: "You can treat him, you can treat him. Whoever dares to treat him is a puppy."

"I don't want to be a puppy, I want to be the one who makes your heart beat." After saying that, he hugged her and kissed her gently and said, "I made an agreement with my parents that I will meet your dad this week.

Do you think it’s okay to meet mom?”

"Really?" She opened her eyes and said, "You have to think carefully about how much the bride price will be. I have a younger brother. Maybe I am a brother-supporting devil."

"I want to be a god who helps my brother, encourage him and let him make progress, instead of giving him money to arrange his life, which makes him lose the motivation to fight. A gift of 100,000 yuan is what I can afford now."

Yes, you know every penny I earn. After we get married, you will be in charge of every penny."

The two opened a forum together, and all financial accounts were clear to each other. After listening to it, she expressed her position and said: "I'm just joking with you. My brother has his own life, and asking for a bride price is just to save face. When parents meet,

I'll call you two on the phone later. What's next in the forum story?"

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