Zhui Xu

On the tan trunk, the cockroach turns into a worm, and in the bright light, it vibrates the air and makes a monotonous sound. The trees grow in the tall yard, not far from the trunk, and the hibiscus is waiting to be released.

In front of the wooden building, the woman held the handrail with one hand and looked at the sun and the flower trees in front of her.

In the far side of the south, there is her hometown, but she may never go back.

The raindrops "啪" fell on the leaves of the hibiscus flower. She looked up slightly, and the raindrops fell in the blink of an eye. She looked up and pinched the placket on her chest with one hand, feeling the coolness coming from the eaves. From the room behind her, she walked out of the tall but gentle Jurchen general. "Gu Shen" finished Yan Xi Yin came over, stopped his wife's shoulder and looked at the sky with her.

The sudden torrential rain falls on the Da Dianfu, which has begun to become prosperous, the ancient Beijing city, bathed in the sun and the rain...

On the Beijing Huining House, Wan Yan Zonghan stepped onto the steps and walked into the Jurchen Palace all the way. He saw the emperor of the giant bear, and he bought it.

Stepping into the door, the other party has already smiled not far away, and opened his hand to wait for him.

Two hundred miles from Shangjing, under the sky, there are cavalry teams running, near the huge military camp, female real soldiers come and go, the horse team in and out. On the high school platform, the military **** finished Yan Zongwang stood with his fists and watched the training of thousands of Jurchen soldiers. His face was solemn and he was not angry.

The wind blew over, and the huge flag, along with his cloak, hunted in the wind. At some point, in the wind, he raised his fist and the sun shone. In the sky ahead, the screams of countless soldiers were completely shocking.

Murderous spread...

Dark night.

The blankets undulating under the stars and nights, like the slight waves, the glory of the stars and moons, the wolf straightened up the neck. Screaming in the direction of the moon.

The wolves are like the tides of the sea, but they are far apart. In the field of vision, the horseshoes step past from here, one, two... gradually become an array of dozens of hundreds of horses. In the distance, it is a yurt that clusters in the fire. The horse team was attributed to this huge tribe. The women of Mongolia were welcoming the returning warriors. They put down their whip and untied their bags. The people who handed over the food and treasures to them, among the team, some raised the head of the blood, which means the fall of a majestic man on the grassland.

The crowd around, shouting in the night under the stars, in the fire!

From the hundreds of feet here, in the big yurt in the middle of the tribe, the demon stood up. Open the camp and come out. The heroes of the grasslands are following him.

The night wind hit and blew through this huge tribe. Passing over the yurts one by one, the fire boomed. Cool autumn is coming.

The shackles and the vast city walls are showing a sorrowful look. Earlier, the traces of the rebellion that shocked the world have not been removed from the city. Nowadays, the crowds in this city have gone two.

Golden Temple. The new emperor who was enthroned sat on the dragon chair and looked at the memorial on his hand. To make a majestic look, in the hall below, officials debate, quarrel, and **** for tat. His eyes are flashing a glimpse...

Somewhere in the south, Lin Zongwu, the world's first master in the shape of Maitreya, stood on the cliff and looked at the sky in the north. At the back, his subordinates were waiting for his reply. At some point, he waved his hand and said a word, and his subordinates went.

- Then go to Beijing.

His face is not happy.

To the north, in the small village close to the ramp, the man named Mu Yi sat on the side of the stone, watching the busyness of his wife not far away, looking at the avenue in the distance, the eyes glimpsed.

This world...has changed...

To the west, the army is on the long road that is spreading, next to it, before and after, there are horses, horse-drawn carriages, etc. They are the escape team of the great rebellion. At this moment, the ranks of the team also have a sigh of breath, but in their eyes, there is still a strong pride.

At some point, the scout's team came from the rear, crossed the back of the team, and followed a carriage in the middle to follow up. The carriage was a little ahead, and the one-eyed general was watching him.

"Report, the one in the rear... catching up..."

In the carriage, the man named Ning Yi poked his head and closed the small book that was writing and drawing. In front, the one-eyed general looked over. The carriage, the scout, and the military squad are all moving forward. At some point, Ning Yi finally opened his mouth.

"That..." He opened his mouth.

......

"let's hit."

......

In the air, there is a long knife waving.

Soon, it will be a storm...

The vision is pushed away from the air!

It is long and horizontal, and it has a long history. From the time of the sky, and from the slashing and cultivating, the tribes gather, the Emperor of the First Emperor, and the emperor to the emperor, the generations of people proliferate, prosper, depart, decline, people kill, compete, people love, Combine. The chaos will come, when the black rides cracked the ground, the heavens and the earth will repeat, and the heroes will bathe the blood, and there will always be a prosperous world.

And we just need to watch and watch, and hope that some of the light spots they left here will cross the long river, spread and continue. Until we...

- Be a better person.

Welcome to "The first episode of 赘婿 * Jiangning Morning Breeze"

"The second episode * The pool of dark battles"

"The third episode * Dragon Snake"

"The fourth episode* wildfire"

"The fifth episode * feast"

"The sixth episode * Huma Du Yinshan"

《赘婿七集*君王社稷》

The first half of the ~~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is about to enter the eighth episode, "Old Canghe"

(筚路蓝缕, to Qi Shanlin - "Zuo Zhuan") (to be continued)

Ps: ps1: When I wrote this chapter, I heard Yang Peiyi’s "Singing the Motherland."

Ps2: Finally, not for wording, the word is already over one thousand five.

Ps3: The eighth episode comes out, and it takes time to conceive and organize.

Ps4: Although it is starting to be intermittent, it still requires a monthly pass. Although it is the end of the month, I will not open a single chapter.