Chapter Eleven: Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine packages
spring.
What's good about spring?
In spring, you can enjoy flowers, escorts, climb highs, or drink alcohol.
If a person is in a good mood, when should he not drink alcohol?
Fang Bian was drinking.
But he was in a bad mood.
"Children are not allowed to drink." Fang Yuan came over and took off the bottle of wine from Fang Bian's hand, but started drinking it himself.
"Fang Bian Fang Bian, it's actually very inconvenient." Fang Bian shook his head and was drunk, "Brother, what do you think?"
"The square and round are actually not big." Fang Yuan shook his head and looked like he was enjoying endlessly.
Of course, square is not round.
The body and face are neither round nor smooth.
"Just live by." Fang Yuan's face was slightly rosy, "It's also called enjoying timely, do you understand?"
"I don't understand. Fang Bian shook his head, grabbed the wine bottle, and fed himself two times. "I can't do it even if I understand. You are an alien, brother."
Fang Yuan smiled proudly: "There is no gentleman in the wine, so I am the king of the mountain. Can you make yourself feel better if you are frowning?"
"It's better than being heartless."
"You boy!" Fang Yuan scraped Fang Bian's forehead and paused, "Is there no news?"
"Since the fire broke out at home, no one has known where he has been. There are more than 20 days left to enter the cabinet competition, but his life and death are unknown now, how can I feel at ease?" Fang Bian sighed. He really didn't want to accept such a result.
At the beginning, the two agreed to go to the academy together and compete for the world together, but now? Before the giant ship, they have already dreamed of breaking the center.
"He will go." Fang Yuan said, "I believe he will go with the comments he wrote in your book."
Fang Bian looked at the book quiet in the corner of the table.
It was still so quiet and so old. Just as Yixing was in Fang Bian's hands at that time, it was full of time. Yixing's face at that time had a sincere smile: "I gave it to you; this is my most precious thing."
If a person can give you what he cherishes the most, can you not treat him as a friend?
"Even if you go out, it will be difficult to play any role, let alone my father is watching you so tightly." Fang Yuan patted his shoulder, "Try hard! Yi Xing will arrive in time. You are his friend and should know him better than me."
Of course, Fang Bian knew him, just as he knew Fang Bian.
So when Yi Xing knelt in the yard of the thatched cottage without doors and windows for two days and two nights, he thought of not chicken legs, not noodle soup, or even his father whom he had been dreaming about day and night.
He thought of Fang Bian.
It is extremely lucky to have one or two friends in this world, even if they are friends. Qin Hui still has three friends. If he has no friends, wouldn’t he feel that life is too long and too sad?
At least like Yixing now, there are still friends who can imagine, and it is a great blessing to think of a friend who may think of himself just like he thinks of him?
Between friends, suspicion is the most important thing.
Before that, they had quarreled and even broke up. Because of a breakup, Fang Bian's long-accumulated dissatisfaction suddenly broke out. He listed Yixing's "bad deeds": he didn't like to brush his teeth, didn't care for small animals, the old lady fell to the ground and didn't dare to help him, and the things that were set to make an appointment were always dragged back... Just listing this, Fang Bian was shocked!
He suddenly thought: Yixing has so many shortcomings and bad deeds, why do I still want to make friends with him?
Because he is indeed a good friend.
Perhaps Yixing could not be a spending money on a wealthy friend, a model for protecting the environment, or a holy practice that would help others, but as far as friends are concerned, he is indeed a good and always good friend. Whether it is the previous friendship between children or later men, it proves the argument that "Yixing is a good friend". For the other party, he undoubtedly made an excellent paper.
The grains of rice did not enter for two days and two nights, and the drip of water did not dip.
Yixing is already hungry and drowsy.
The mother refused to leave him, but she couldn't stop her sleep, so she curled up and fell asleep. Gongsun Long was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he carried the mother into the carriage, and simply knelt on the ground with Yixing, staring at the doorless thatched house with angrily.
The thatched hut is silent.
How could a thing that does not exist make a sound?
The thatched house was broken.
It's broken and gone.
Gongsun Long was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, so when he fell to the ground, a mud in his mouth was poured into his mouth.
Behind him was a knife.
A hand knife.
The old man who pointed to the knife smiled and looked at Yixing, who was also surprised and couldn't close his mouth, was as happy as a child.
"You don't know how great you were." Gongsun's face was flushed, "just like you don't know how great you will be in the future." His expectant and determined expression was fascinating. It was hard to imagine that this old man would have the passion of a young man: "But I will assist you until you can truly assume the responsibility of being a king."
Just like the thatched hut that was so broken that it was missing, the easy-to-play worldview also shattered.
Because at this moment there were a group of weird people in front of him.
A person who can't be more weird.
And his location is the "hanging temple" where Gongsun Long led Banmu two days ago.
The same group of weird people lost the noise of the day, and replaced by solemnity and worship.
"What a heroic king, unparalleled for thousands of years. His martial arts are fierce and his civilized rule is brilliant. If he collapses and fails, his life will last forever. I dare not accept orders and unify the country's borders!"
If thousands of people and thousands of weird people kneel down in front of you, shouting in unison with these puzzled "thirty-two words", will you be excited?
How can people, especially men, and especially men who are trying to be strong in trouble, not be excited?
Now, Yi Xing's eyes are red.
"These eight thousand people are the disciples of Shi Zhong who have been passed down from ancient times to the present. They have been guarding the gate for the restoration of my king until now. It has been eight hundred years since they were passed down to this era." Gongsun Lao stroked his moustache and introduced, "And this deep place in the hanging temple, which is the tomb of my king's true body. But the secret in the tomb was asked to unveil it by myself."
"King?" Yi Xing was puzzled.
Mr. Gongsun looked at Yi Xing, just like a rising sun, saying, "Eight hundred years ago, Zhao Song established the country. Can my king know who the founding lord is named?"
"I naturally know this, it is Zhao Wuji, a wise king of the generation."
"But my king may not know much about Zhao Wuji's prophecy."
"I have never heard of such rumors."
"Eight hundred years ago, after Zhao Wuji established his country, he enjoyed the country for only 18 years. After the sound of axe, he was attacked by his younger brother Zhao Wuyong and usurped the throne as the king. At that time, Zhao Wuji had already achieved the great way of desire, and his cultivation had reached the extreme level that ordinary people could do. If Zhao Wuyong had not gathered the masters of the eight sects to attack him, the Zhao family would not have died."
Thinking about this situation carefully, it is really shocking. Since ancient times, practicing one way, distinguishing between ghosts, outside, shining light, heaven, from the five realms of desire, cultivators have spent their entire lives on their own. As for the realm of desire, there are still only a few people who follow the realm of desire. If they don’t want a generation of emperors, Zhao Wuji, the wise king of the ages, is also a good player. How can people not be convinced?
Yi Xing asked: "The legendary axe sound and candle shadow, eight sects sneak attack, which eight sects are there?"
Gongsun Lao sneered: "There is no other sect to know, but there must be one of the Confucian sects. Look at his Confucian sects as the national religion, and Zhao Wuyong has been respected since he was respected. Who can't know what kind of evil things their ancestors have done!"
Gongsun Lao Xu said: "Zhao Wuji's cultivation is high, so he will not die so easily. When he was dying, he used the heaven as a medium to exhaust the lives of thousands of people in the palace, thinking that he was sacrificed and drafted the Great Mantra of Reincarnation for a thousand years. Although the king was reincarnated before the thousand years arrived, it is believed that the reason was a certain number of reasons."
"Why do you think that the reincarnated King Zhao is me? Not you, not your little Gongsun?"
"That was told by the one inside, and your breath was almost exactly the same as hers." Old Gongsun pointed at the inner part of the Hanging Temple, respecting meticulously.
Deep and dark.
He looked at the many strange people who had not left his sight for a moment and secretly wondered: It was strange, no wonder! It turned out that they all lived in this place. I don’t know if these strange-shaped mother bodies would have been born inside, which would be even more ugly!
The crowd separated aisle and let him walk. He was like Moses who separated the Red Sea, straightened his chest and marched with his head held high in the gaze of a circle of weirdos.
No lights.
No fire.
There is only one little girl.
The little girl's voice was sweet, but her expression was bitterer than eating a handful of salt.
However, Yi Xing was shocked when he saw this little girl!
"Does there be flowers on my face?" This is her first sentence. Fortunately, her words were not as meticulous as her expression.
"Isn't there no face in the world that is more beautiful than flowers?" This was his answer when he was first asked about this sentence. The person who asked him was Gongsun Long.
So he decided to answer this way now.
Because the little girl in front of him was even more beautiful and even more beautiful than Gongsun Long at that time.
Her appearance is just that Gongsun Long changed his hairstyle and changed his clothes; otherwise, it was exactly the same.
"Do you have a twin brother who is not big or small, similar to you?" Yi Xing asked.
"There are no twin brothers that are similar to me." said the little girl, "but she has a bad temper."
"What temper?"
"If someone asks me a question, I'll get angry."
"This is a big temper." Yi Xing said, "Maybe you can change it. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will make you angry."
Yixing didn't know what the consequences of making the girl angry, but he had never been afraid to tease these green and pollution-free little loli.
What are the consequences of a little loli getting angry?
Calling you a bad guy, shouting about not following it?
Obviously not this little loli.
She said, "Go, die!" Then Yixing was tortured to death.
Thousands of centipedes, spiders, and beetles crawled towards him, and at first they were still on their feet, covering their bodies in a short while. The insects seemed to be climbing a mountain, and there was a sumptuous supper at the top of the mountain.
"You defeated me, aunt!" When Yi Xing said this, he had already had nine thousand,999 packs on his body.