The Sword Dynasty

The young man with thick eyebrows is also very satisfied, his eyes are full of satisfaction, his opponent is very strong, and this kind of confrontation is also a rare experience for him.

"It is the person of the Yan Dynasty, the practitioner of the Real Fire Palace."

He took the umbrella that floated down, inserted the black sword into the handle again, and then covered the sky with the upper half of the umbrella, and looked forward to confirming, looking at the legendary Mr. Zhao Si said.

No wonder his umbrella is very big, only the umbrella is large, in order to make the handle is not too thick.

The young man of Qingxiu, the principal of the sword furnace, Mr. Zhao Si, walked by the body of the thin high practitioners step by step, along the path, and headed for the distance to the Weihe River.

"It should be Yan Dongfu. I have seen him shot and I know that it is almost him. The bonfire has just been like it. It should have got some true biography of Cao Yangming."

Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and said: "Changling is really a piece of fat now, and everyone wants to divide it."

The young man with thick eyebrows Zhao looked back and looked at the long tomb behind him. There was only one edge in the wind and rain. Even the huge turrets could not be seen clearly, but he was always worried about the heavy rain, suddenly Will rush out of countless chariots, and suddenly will run out of a few extremely savvy practitioners to cut a sword.

"Is this like fat meat? It's not like fat meat." So he only saw the sinister, he couldn't help but mutter, he still felt that the small street alley, the small iron shop was good. . If there is a choice, he feels that he can live in this big city that is flat and straight and full of dangers.

Mr. Zhao Si did not care for him. He said softly: "Chu, Yan, Qi, which one is not eyeing Changling. But in Changping, I have already seen it clearly. These people are no different. I want to grab the meat from the other's mouth and grab it unevenly. I have to fight it. It is weaker like we are now. If we really cooperate with them, then we should only eat it."

The thick eyebrow young man suddenly turned his head and looked at him strangely: "You seem to be a little wrong, only to see the business lady, once, how to say everything is as soft and soft as her."

"Is it?"

Mr. Zhao Si gave a slight glimpse. In retrospect, it seems that his speech rate is indeed slower than usual. When talking about these, there is no usual anger.

"About learning something from her body."

After a slight pause, he said with some sighs: "You now understand why the master did not let you stay in the sword furnace before, so that you can follow me more ways to see more."

Zhao Zhi also shook his head seriously: "I am stupid, you can learn, I don't necessarily learn."

"The practice is like crossing the river in the dark, and the longer you live, the farther you go. The feelings and insights are more important." Mr. Zhao Si’s temperament seems to be quite peaceful, without asking for the slightest anger: "You said Just Jindong floated, and finally managed to get to the fifth place. Why did you die here?"

Zhao Zhi thought without thinking, "Because we met us, and we never got used to it."

"Because there is no vision and insight."

Mr. Zhao Si ridiculed and said: "He didn't know and caught up with us. He died. All the dynasties and the various sects, except when they really came to the city, they didn't have much communication at all. We and Qin The cults of the dynasty are much stronger than the practitioners of Yan, Chu, and Qi in this respect. After all, after many years of struggle, even the country has destroyed three, and what means have been seen."

Zhao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

"You probably don't want to understand why the Master only passed you a trick." Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and said.

Zhao Zhi shook his head.

Mr. Zhao Si looked up and looked forward. He took a deep breath and said: "Master is a master who will teach students in accordance with their aptitude. He knows that you are stupid, so that you can only repair this trick, and there will be fewer points in the practice. Some. Let you follow me, because you only have that trick, the means of coping are always too monotonous, you see more people, more different means, you remember in your heart, similar in the future, also Good to deal with some."

Hearing that he was stupid, Zhao Zhi was not angry, but his eyes were full of deep feelings and thoughts.

There is a big river in front, the clouds are sloppy, the waves are shot, and thousands of snow are rolled up.

Has been to the Weihe River.

"Go!"

Zhao Zhi first jumped on a bamboo pole tied to the grass on the shore. Although he shouted at Mr. Zhao Si who looked back at Changling at this time, he did not immediately start to draw, but Two jugs were taken out, one of them was used to drink one of the spirits of the jug, and the other was poured into the Lijiang River.

"Zhao Wei, my brother, I respect you!"

Until then, tears were left in his eyes.

Oh...

The bamboo rafts flow down the waves.

Zhao Zhi did not hold the umbrella again, while holding the bamboo poles on one hand, and tapping on the bamboo poles in one hand, singing and singing.

The song is rough, it is a slang of a small place, and the meaning is not clear, but the beat of the tap is heavy and firm, like a hit.

......

As the night darkens, the door of the Indus Cinnamon wine is pushed away, revealing a dim light.

Ding Ning put away the umbrella, took it with his hand, and then inserted it with a wooden pin.

After sitting on a table, the long-haired Sun Xue looked at him with no expression. An oil lamp was lit on the table, and a bowl of iced scallions was fried. There was a plate next to it, which was covered with two poached eggs. .

Ding Ning's face had an abnormal red blush. After closing the door, his breathing was heavy, but he looked at the light and waited for his long-term grandson, and his mouth tilted up unconsciously. , showing a smile.

He didn't say much, just sitting across the shallow snow of the grandson, pulling the pot of fried noodles that had been cold, clasping the two poached eggs on it, and then starting to eat without a loud head.

“Is it really delicious?”

When I saw Ding Ning sitting down, there was a slight stomach, and the eyes of Chang Sunshue were colder. "I have already eaten it, and I have to eat so much. All the practitioners pay great attention to the entrance. Drinking water can’t wait to drink flowers. Dew, eat and hate to eat only the fruits of the grass and earth that contain the aura of the heavens and the earth. After you are injured, you are so cold and unhurried, and you are overeating. Is there really no problem?"

"It’s in vain, you will naturally wash your body above the eight levels..."

Ding Ning chewed half a poached egg, which was vague, and some proudly said: "And who can eat the poached egg and noodles you make in the world."

The long-term grandson looked at him coldly and coldly. "The face and the poached egg were bought by other shops."

"..." Ding Ning suddenly bitter face and couldn't speak.

The look of the long-term Sunshine was serious, and looked at him: "When it comes to the eighth world, it will naturally wash the body. The front is self-cultivating and paying attention to the diet. It is really in vain... Is that what the person said?"

Ding Ning smothered the remaining noodles and slammed the gang to nod. "The eighth world is a day. If you don't use the method of condensing and storing, you can directly call the heavens and the earth. The practitioner is a key to open the world. It must be pure and incomparable."

The long-term Sunshine Snow was a little shocked and frowned. "But all the classics are not recorded. Only a clean diet can cleanse the body and reach the eighth world and the ninth longevity?"

Ding Ning looked at her and shook her head seriously: "There are very few people who can reach the eighth world. So most of the books are only speculations. Those who can really achieve the existence, at most, will pass on some of the understanding and teaching to their disciples. It will take the effort to convince people to believe the mistakes in the books."

"Or, for all the sects, the sects of other sects can't make more detours and make more mistakes." Ding Ning licked his stomach and added another sentence.

The long-term grandson thought about the meaning of these words and was silent for a moment.

Ding Ning stood up and walked into the backyard just as he used to prepare for the practice. He washed it with hot water and changed it to a clean shirt.

However, tonight, he did not return directly to the bedroom, but instead ordered an oil lamp and walked into a brewery next to him.

The faint fire illuminates the wall against the window.

There are many flower-like patterns on the wall, and it looks like someone is bored and bored. If you have nothing, take a pen and draw a flower. It seems to have been painted for many years, and many flowers have covered the entire wall.

However, Ding Ning knows that this is not an ordinary painting wall.

He painted one of the flowers with a charcoal, and then seriously, painted two flowers.

Because there are too many people and things to remember, he is afraid that he will miss one of them, so he has such a wall.

However, looking at the wall silently, especially looking at the two flowers that were painted, he knew that he could not do anything now, only wait.

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