The most valuable fertile courtesan in the city was sitting in the car. He needed five hundred taels of silver as a stepping stone when he met. Even if he was the son of King Beiliang, he had to pay the same amount of interesting stories from her.

Although Xu Fengnian can never forget the book, he still has a vague memory of the current scene. Therefore, even if he took the beef sauce from the girl many times in the future, even if he was later chased by a girl assassin, he did not recognize her. She would be the child who gave her a bead hairpin.

People in troubled times have their lives as cheap as grass, and they have flourishing and withering every year. Who would pay attention to the fact that they were careless and kindness when they were young?

At that time, His Royal Highness was more thinking about how to be wary of assassination outside the mansion, how to practice martial arts and take revenge, and how to deal with the heavy work of Master Li Yishan, there were too many things that were too busy. If many children of wealthy families could still feel leisurely, even if the young man didn't know the taste of sorrow, he could also force his sorrow to write new poems, then his whole youth was always a gray and foggy impression. He was both holding grudges and ignorant.

He knew that he would be angry and angry at Xu Xiaokong who had the two titles of King Beiliang and the Dazhu Kingdom, but he did not do anything and refused to take revenge. So at that time, Xu Fengnian was very disgusted with his identity as a prince. Even Xu Xiao, a vassal king with 300,000 cavalry, could not avenge him. Even if he was inherited from the King of Beiliang, what could he do? The young man was more thinking about practicing martial arts, practicing swords, becoming a top master, and then going to Tai'an City to find the emperor on the dragon throne.

Xu Fengnian came to a new grave. After the Xu family entourage who was secretly escorting the little girl left, he saw an unexpected and reasonable middle-aged man.

Huang Sanjia.

Huang Longshi, the leader of the three devils in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The man who traveled to Anzhi, Beiliang, had been carefully observing the young master during this period. He appeared beside the little girl who was kneeling in front of the grave and did not get up. He squatted down and pinched a piece of yellow mud. Soon, he could make a mistake in pinching out a small clay sculpture, handed it to the little girl, and asked, "Does it look like it?"

The little girl suddenly heard the sound and did not take over the clay man. Instead, she knelt down and moved back a few steps, her eyes cold.

He pinched the clay man with both fingers, raised his arm, and continued to ask, "Does it look like it?"

The little girl with broken straw sandals and thin clothes, her hands and feet were covered with frostbite, was stunned for a moment, stared at the clay man with wide eyes, grabbed it, held it carefully in her arms, and finally burst into tears.

The middle-aged man sat on the ground and laughed softly: "The clay man is like your mother, but you, like my daughter, are very happy to meet you. This is happier than if I found any 'people in the book' in this spring and autumn."

The little girl was crying with heart-wrenching care.

He didn't care, his eyes were extremely gentle, like a nearly desperate father who found his daughter who had been separated for many years in a foreign land thousands of miles away. He continued, "My name is Huang Longshi, and I have exclusively owned the Three Ages of Spring and Autumn here. You will be called Jia Jiajia in the future. If you were born in the Spring and Autumn Period, you should be the same surname as the Thirteen Ages of Spring and Autumn Period, but with a long, long, long, and long, the same name as her."

The little girl stopped crying, but still dared not approach the strange man.

But she knew he should have no malice.

Because she doesn't hate it from the bottom of her heart.

Huang Longshi sat in the mud in front of the grave, "I will teach you martial arts in the future. The young man who wants to repay you is also a person in the book, but he will die when he is less than 30 years old. The official and unofficial history records many strange ways of death. Anyway, they are all infamous, the best and the worst. He said that he died under the iron hoof of Beimang and had no complete corpse. I think if he could die at your hands in the future, it would be a good reward."

Huang Longshi looked at her tender face that she didn't understand too much but was full of sadness, and his heart suddenly softened and he said softly: "Since the person who turned the book came to the book for no reason and was not crushed to death by the pages, then the future may be possible."

Huang Longshi stood up and stretched out his hand to her with a smile.

The little girl was led by him and stood up, then looked at the golden sunflower field in the distance, and was stunned.

Huang Longshi turned his head and looked at the small tomb made of new soil and sighed. He didn't have to think about it and knew that the tomb would be dug up again and again by the greedy people of the greedy gods, just to take away the beaded gold hairpin. But he didn't tell her this.

The little girl suddenly ran to the golden sunflower field, folded two, and placed one in front of the grave. Then she thought about it, then put down the other one she planned to carry on her shoulders and put it at her feet.

She knelt on the mud, facing the distance, and kowtowed three times.

Xu Fengnian, who happened to be standing in the position of the little girl kneeling and worshipping, turned gently.

The Thousand Characters Text, among the 300,000 elementary school students, begins with the magnificent eight characters "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast", and the universe is also analyzed into the eight characters "up and down, four directions, ancient times and present".

The great dream of the Spring and Autumn Period learned by the old Taoist real man Zhao Xituan is ultimately due to the "no roots and no points" of a man who has attained Taoism in the past.

This is the essence of the future generations of heaven and man who leave their bodies and go out of their bodies and go out of their bodies.

At this time, Xu Fengnian, who was here, raised his head and looked into the distance with the Huang Longshi, who was only in his forties.

At the top of the Little Lotus Peak, the new Liangwang, who had never hindered the external physical movements and thoughts, was like a half-dead person who fell asleep deeply.

Song Zhiming Chen Yao and Yu Xingrui, who are of the same generation as the sword fanatic Wang Xiaoping in Wudang, took turns to "guard the outside of the pass" for Xu Fengnian.

The Shenjun peregrine falcon kept falling on the hunchback of the turtle and conveying intelligence. The second one came late, because after the peach wood sword flew up the mountain, Song Zhiming, who was guarding the pass, knew the ending. Chen Yao and Yu Xingrui rushed over and said nothing.

Among his younger brothers, Yu Xingrui was the easiest person to show his nature naturally, and he was clearly sad and happy. The old man leaned against the stone turtle's huge feet and raised his head, not daring to look at the hovering flying sword.

Chen Yao, who was older than this master of Wudang, sat next to the junior brother and whispered: "This is a joyful depressing thing, don't let Junior Brother Xiao Wang leave uneasy."

Yu Xingrui nodded mutely and said, "The senior brother in charge is gone, the junior brother is gone, the junior brother is gone, and the senior brother is also gone, and the senior brother Song also said that he is leaving soon. In just a few years, we six brothers..."

Chen Yao smiled and said, "But they have no regrets when they left. And if you look back, you have brought you up the mountain with Jade Axe, and so many younger generations have also gone up the mountain. In the future, generations of newcomers will go up the mountain. Sometimes when you look at those young faces, even a rigid old antique like me, you can't help but laugh."

Yu Xingrui sighed and said in a muffled voice: "I am not as open as you."

Chen Yao joked: "Your apprentice is better than you."

Yu Xingrui said in a deep voice: "If he dares not take back his junior brother, he will continue to be his head. Anyway, I don't recognize him as his apprentice."

Chen Yao said angrily: "Is it reasonable or not? Senior brother, I am in charge of the precepts. I still want to eat a board at such a big age?"

Yu Xingrui suddenly smiled, rubbed his cheeks, and said with emotion: "When we were young, Master Peng was in charge of the rules on the mountain. I always like to go against Master. When he was angry, he always said that he had the ability to be the head teacher and would not care about me. I never thought that Yufu, the child, became the head teacher. I have no regrets."

Chen Yao said worriedly: "It's not a big deal to stop one by one."

Yu Xingrui, who has been walking in the world for the longest time, shook his head and said, "There is no way. In addition to the recent trip to hijack Gao Shulu, the devil Luoyang and Duanmao have joined forces. Have you ever heard of any two fighting side by side? Besides, Deng Tai'a is biased towards Wang Xianzhi this time. Even if Cao Changqing wants to intervene, Da Chu has restored his country and will not leave Guangling Road. Take a step back, even if someone is willing to join forces with Xiaoping to meet the enemy, will our junior brother be willing? If you take a step back, if you really want to, you will probably never be able to use the final perfect sword. Take a step back and say, stopping Wang Xianzhi is not delaying the time. Wang Xianzhi is not slow, but he is definitely not fast. The people who block the road are just looking for flaws in their own way."

Chen Yao said helplessly: "It would be great if my junior brother was still there. This kind of war is more useful than 300,000 cavalry."

Yu Xingrui thought for a while and said, "It is better to seek yourself than to ask others. Only by cherishing your own blessings will you come."

Chen Yao stopped talking.

The two sat on the other side of the hunchback, and suddenly heard his senior brother Song Zhiming speak out in surprise.

The two old men stood up to see it, finally felt relieved and looked at each other and smiled.

A "Xu Fengnian" came back to his senses, but had no idea of ​​returning to his mind. He stood near the Taomu Sword and bowed gently to the three Wudang real people.

A month later, the bright moon shines on the top of the peak, Chen Yao waited for the second Xu Fengnian to return.

In front of him, there was a ball of agile purple gold aura, flowing leisurely around Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian lay on the side of the cliff, holding his head with one hand, facing out of the mountain.

Sleeping in spring and autumn, sleeping in spring and autumn, lying in high stone roots for forgetting the year. Do not lie on a felt or cover the quilt, the heaven and earth are used as beds to cover the bright moon. Thunder and lightning are shattered, Mount Tai is destroyed, and the sea water falls in the sky, and the dragon shouts that ghosts and gods are shocked. I was sleeping soundly at that time...

With eyes facing the nose, nose facing the door of life, mind and eyes, breathe continuously, silently, and extremely quiet. True qi floats on the alchemy pond, and the divine water circles in the five internals. Call the Jia Ding, summoning the Bai Ling, my spirit comes out of the Nine Palaces, and travels freely to the Qingbei. I watch the vast sea in my dreams, and brings yin and yang in the smoke. I don’t know how many years have passed before the Spring and Autumn Period...

This person who forgets worries.

It's really that, rest assured.

There are already three Xu Fengnians on the mountain, sitting, lying or standing.

The last one is missing.

On a morning with a gazebo, Xu Fengnian, who was sitting, began to be struck by lightning, as if she wanted to wake up with all her might.

Chen Yao was shocked. Even if the old man didn't know the mystery of dreaming spring and autumn, he should know that this was not good news.

Logically speaking, the latest spy said that Wang Xianzhi was still in Hezhou and had not yet entered Beiliang Road. Even if Xu Fengnian calculated the preview, he would still be able to withstand it for a while. The King of New Liang should not be so impatient. Could it be that he encountered some irresistible setbacks in the Sleeping Scene?

Chen Yao dared not speak, so he could only leave it to fate.

Finally, Xu Fengnian opened her eyes, pondered for a moment, and murmured: "Can't wait any longer."

Xu Fengnian, who had only Gao Shu revealed his body but had no complete soul, turned around and said guiltily to Chen Yao: "I owe too much to Wudang over the years."

Chen Yao took a deep breath and said slowly: "Wu Dang without Zhenwu."

Then Chen Yao couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Why did you wake up early?"

Xu Fengnian laughed it off, just shook her head, and did not give an answer.

Xu Fengnian walked more than ten feet into the cliff, turned around and started running and sprinting.

The other two Xu Fengnian gave up a road on the top of the mountain.

Xu Fengnian jumped out of the Lotus Peak.

Crash into the sea of ​​clouds.

Falling towards the foot of the mountain.

With the loud sound of the bell that hit the sky like a mountain, even Chen Yao, who was standing on the top of the peak, felt the entire mountain shaking for a while.

Chen Yao suddenly felt a little uneasy.

This is the bell ringing like a death knell.

Xu Fengnian bent his knees and landed on the ground, smashed a large pit several people high at the foot of the mountain. After jumping out of the pit, he continued to run towards the Beiliang border.

When a person lives for a lifetime, there is always a moment when he doesn't have to reason, which will make people have an idea.

If you die, you will die!
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