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Pen Fu www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update inherited two trillion latest chapter! "What is your white huisher, what is the long!" Xia Hou enjoys a hurry, and forced to the Master of Song.

"What is the length of?" Master Song Yuyi stunned, describing the appearance of Bai Xiaosheng.

"Sure enough, I thought it was a redempt name!" Xia Hou launched, and his face showed a smirk.

"Why, do you also know him?" Master Song Zhen was a bit surprised.

Zhang Xixox looked at Xia Hou Qi, "This kid is your relative?"

Xia Hou came his head.

"That is you, hey, dare to defeat my grandson, no matter what person, I have to teach him." Zhang Xi said.

"Old Zhang Head, you are gone, the more you don't have a face, you give me a try!" Xia Hou snorted.

"Old Zhang, I just heard you asked you to teach this, you have to teach that, I see you the most lesson! You have to deal with him, I don't agree!" Song Wei also snorted.

Because of the white horses, Zhang Xi breathed.

"You!" Zhang Xi got to blink.

"Live, noisy, three people add up, more than two hundred people. I still have a trouble!" An old man who played mahjong is not born.

"Song Ying, Xia Hou Qi, you are also! Zhang Xi's mouth, when is it spacing, all the day, clean it all day, and pack it, but what do you look at him? He talks, you are flew. "Some people medked.

"You said who fart, old things, I see you to die!" Zhang Xi went to drink.

The people who speaking, smiling, deliberately didn't hear.

The others also sounded again, "That white small, what is the head, the old summer, the old Song know?"

"That is a small friend I met in Tiannan, very good, even the grandson of you, and may not be!" Song Zhuangdao.

"Oh?"

Several olders of playing mahjong are surprised to look at it.

Different from Zhang Xi, Song Yu is never non-righteous.

"I have seen this kid, and he is also in my group, I think I want to think, I am interested in people! I have said to you, I found a calligraphy, I said that he!" Xia Hou launched.

"Oh!"

At once, several people playing mahjong stopped the card in your hand, and I am interested in seeing.

"It is the pictures you send us, and those who write those words ?!"

"Word is good, I like it very much, have everyone style, why, it is a child written!"

"Unbelievable!"

"I don't know!"

The four people are praised.

"His calligraphy is very good, why don't I know!" Song Yingyi, then the eyes were bright.

He also loves this way.

"Write a brush word is good, are you?" Zhang Xi snorted.

"Shut up."

"Don't understand it!"

"Just!"

"You should practice more!"

Mahjong four groups, brush brush, give up neutral, Zhang Xi.

Zhang Xizhen closed.

"Hey, the old Song, today is your birthday! Don't have a few words in white little, take us!" Xia Hou launched.

all of a sudden. Drive the intelligence of the old people.

They no longer play mahjong, and they have asked.

"This little child, didn't tell me about what he would say, the pen, the paper is sent, but there is no half of the word!" Song Dynasty smiled and got angry.

"That hurriedly letting him write some, send it, we look!" Xia Hou Qi urged.

"Otherwise, it's coming over?" Some people suggested.

"No! Can't let him know that I am here!" Xia Hou Qi is very resistant.

It is still not suitable for meeting.

Other old people, it means this.

"Then let him write it!" Song Dao said, "The Sky."

"Yes." Outside the door, the guards, pushed the door.

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The concert is over, and everyone goes to the banquet hall under the guidance of servant.

It is already early, and the dinner will start.

Along the way, Bai Xiaosheng has aware of Chen Xiaoya.

Dinner, the scale is around fifty to 60 tables.

"The banquet hall is three floors, one layer of pure open, is prepared for the people of the 'Huang' ', the second layer is semi-closed, is preparing for the people who give the' Xuan 'the word hall, the three floors is the room, for' The people of the sky, the people in the land are prepared. "Chen Xiaoya smiled," I called a few sisters and friends, we excited one, nor too much noise. "

In this regard, Bai Xiaosheng nodded, he also has this meaning.

This time, Zhoubai is not good, he said with Bai Xiaosheng, and goes to the hall and finds itself.

Bai Xiaolheng followed Chen Xiao, Lin Wei on the building, found a good semi-closed bag, but felt very good, it can see the lively outside, and also take care of private.

Chen Xiaoya shouted a few female companions, all of them were not good, and the girls with extraordinary temperament were still very familiar with Lin Wei.

Several people are talking, they will see the wind.

"Finally found you, white brother!" The wind saw Bai Xiaosheng, and his eyes were bright.

He followed a servant, and he was still holding white small, or the pen ink paper in Lin Yu.

Everyone greeted the wind.

Bai Xiaoqi curiously looked at the things from the eyes, laughed, "Guo, what do you find me, how these ..."

"Master Song Hao heard that you wrote well! Specially sent me, ask you a pair of couplets, a life word." Wei Feng laugh.

"Yes!" Bai Xiaoli listened, he was happy to agree, but he had a bit of amazing. "How do I know, I know, I know?"

This problem, the wind means unknowing.

Bai Xiaosheng did not ask.

The pen ink paper is paved, and the few women are also curious, watching it next to it.

Bai Xiaosheng waved, on the on-line rice paper, wrote a pair of hells, and wrote a big life word.

"Beautiful words!"

"Yes!"

Several women are amazed.

Chen Xiaoya's eyes were bright, praised, "the bones are too strong, there is no danger, it is comparable to the calligraphy!"

She looks at the eyes of white small, more and more.

"Okay." Bai Xiaosheng smiled from the wind.

The wind is hit, and the master of Song Yu will be sent.

The servant also took the pen ink.

White small liters they continue to have a banquet.

As a result, the dish did not come up, the wind was back, and it was a smile, "I have to trouble the white brother, this time, please write a poem."

"What trouble is not bother, it should be." Bai Xiaoli smiled and wrote.

The wind is reached again.

The servant is re-ink again.

The result is not enough. The wind is back, and the white liters are smiled. "It's really embarrassed, you have to write a word ..."

In this way, the wind has ran five times, and the forehead Khanjinjin.

The servant is too lazy to pay a pen, and it is built on the desktop.

The dishes are pushed into one corner.

When the wind is coming again, Bai Xiaosheng is crying, and I sincerely, "Wei Ge, what do you want to do, or you have finished saying, I have finished writing, we all don't toss, okay!"

"I don't want it." The wind is more crying.

In this way, the final time, the end of the meal, the time to eat, wrote a handacon, and let me.

He didn't know, in Song Yingchu, several old men were crazy, and they did not eat good meals.

That night, the banquet ended, Bai Xiaoli was a bit exhausted, escaped, leaving Song family back to the hotel.

Just poured in bed, he received a text message.

People who send text messages are just Lin Wei.

"I have to go in advance, remember, you owe me five food! We are in Beijing!"

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