Martial King’s Retired Life

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I walked in the dark and advanced in the dark.

Lei Muyun didn't lie, he really removed the killer lurking in the palace. As for whether there is a disabled party, I think the number is not high. After all, I spoke to him as the deity of Sanyuejiao, and he responded as the deputy principal of the League of Killers. If it is not handled properly, it will be a problem between the two forces in the outside world. Lei Muyun cannot afford this responsibility.

I saw many hurrying embargo sergeants along the way, and heard them say that the Orange King was indeed captured in Feiyuping. The Forbidden City is completely okay.

But the crisis is not over yet ... my crisis is not over.

No matter what else, first of all, I have to deal with this white hair!

Speaking of which, in case there are still people who don't know, I have to solemnly say it once.

My hair is white.

It was originally white.

Well, that's right, it's the so-called juvenile whitehead.

I remember when I was a kid, I had black hair on my head, until I started to practice Yijinjing, started to seriously hemate and vomit blood, and then healed, and then he suffered severe vomiting, repeated slowly slowly no longer vomiting blood, and my body began to be strong.

At that time, I remember that when I was about 70% to 70%, the hair color began to change. After more than half a year of training, the hair color became half black.

My master drank two glasses at that time and smiled drunkenly: "That's right. The monks who practiced the Yijinjing are all old men, and the old men are all white hair. Every year, the master takes you to Shaolin Temple. You don't see that much white. Is the hair old monk? Medium! This is the hair color, then practice!

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I was foolish enough to believe it, and went on practicing. It was not until I started practicing Tai Chi magic that my hair became white. Occasionally it is beautiful to look in the mirror yourself.

It wasn't until many years later that I found out that the monk-originally had no hair !! What a special white-haired old monk !! That was a white-bearded old monk

After I had gray hair, the disciples all over the door watched my new hair color every day. A few little girls in Daluoshan Township seem to like it, and often surround me. As a result, my uncle who suffered from Yang Leng's disease always probed into my room with jealousy-sentence: Runai Tianjiao, why not go to Jiuxiao?

The auntie was always bullying me at that time. I took a brush to draw on my hair, and the ink couldn't go down for a few days, and my scalp was itchy. ... I don't know how the auntie is doing now. If she knew that I had kicked out the killer of the Fed Alliance today, she would not know if she would be relieved.

Gossip less, N is true

At the time, in the Huan Yi Division, Chen Yun and others were chopped down by His Highness Red Makeup, and others were arrested on the spot. I was forced by the red makeup princess to steal makeup props from the harem, but I had no choice but to use the mask at hand, and use bone shrinking skills to narrow the bone gap, and barely put on a night clothes.

It's just not enough, the chance of being recognized is still not small. I don't know how many people will meet in the end, but at least the emperor is there; it can never be recognized. So I thought about it, I had to do something on my hair.

My black hair ... was painted with black hair dye and dyed. Yu Gongding "die

At the time, I was in the clothing department, and I was surrounded by water and cleaning supplies. The situation was urgent, and I was not sure where the emperor was, so I immediately unloaded the dye. My hair returned to its original color, and I wore a bronze mask. This was similar to the way I used to walk in the rivers and lakes as a deity, so I simply covered my hair and looked a little wilder, closer to the time .

Just went to the Imperial Study Room.

There was a rush to wash off the black dye from the hair. Now I want to find another bottle of dye, how can I find it!

I can only trust the old yellow brother in Beijing, the old name, and it is always dark, and the credibility is guaranteed. Although the price of each bottle is expensive, I want to die, and my hair is long. I have to use more than one bottle, but it works well. The hair dye can last five months without fading.

But it only took me three months this time, and I lost two months out of it ... My god! Even after the emperor died, I do n’t want to wash off the dye on my head!

I quietly returned to the medicine garden. I ordered Tai Yi and Su Xiao to wait here for me to return. But-to the medicine garden, I was taken aback

Originally quite Yajing's medicine storehouse, at this moment was lying with the wounded court warrior. After several busy doctors were busy, they pointed at the apprentice helpers under their hands, yelling, and the chicken jumped. Living off is like an injury camp on the battlefield.

I take a closer look-it's really all samurai lying here. None of the embargoes could mix in, and it seemed that the medicine depot was temporarily requisitioned as a healing place for the samurai.

This is a good idea. There are plenty of medicines in the drug store, and there is a medicine garden next to it, as well as fresh herbs. Besides, this is the reclusive place of Dai Taiyi, the first doctor in Beijing. He usually likes to get rid of pharmaceuticals, which is difficult to diagnose. He has good wounds, and he has good wounds. Not to mention he top ten by himself.

I don't know whose idea, it's very smart.

"Mr. Tai, is this all the warriors of the court? These warriors have made great contributions to the rebellion today and must not neglect.

-There is some indifference in Qing Qing, and some tired voices in the softness attract my attention. This sound is very light, like a good girl, but I know she is not.

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