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The Military Aircraft Academy has been settled in the academy, and in the first confrontation, Yan Li swept away their prestige, and I believe it left a deep impression on them.

Far away in Qinglongyuan Dunhua Fang, there is a newly opened wine shop not far from the city. The owner of this wine shop is not very talkative, but the fragrance wafting out of his sake brewing really teaches some drunkards to covet it. I waited at the door of the liquor store early every day, hoping to take the first sip.

The owner of the liquor store is surnamed Yan, and his name is Yan Chaoyang.

Near noon, the idlers also came to find work, and no longer gathered at the door of the wine shop, which was quite quiet.

Yan Chaoyang turned out of the street, holding vegetables in his hand, walked to the door of the wine shop, glanced at the front of the wind, and squeezed out a faint smile on his rock-like face, as if he was infinitely satisfied with all this.

Then, his smiling face suddenly faded.

He turned around slowly, and a white suit came into view.

At some point, a man in white quietly appeared behind him.

"Dragon Soul Spear Yan Chaoyang?" asked the man in white.

Yan Chaoyang nodded and did not deny it.

"You know, Your Majesty wants to find you, and it's useless to hide anywhere. The man in white said.

"Didn't hide. Yan Chaoyang's eardrum-piercing hoarse voice rang out. After a pause, he added, "No." ”

The man in white raised his eyebrows and said, "I know that you Yanshan thieves have always been unscrupulous, but I don't know that you have a mere dragon soul gun, and you dare not put Your Majesty in your eyes." ”

Yan Chaoyang responded coldly: "What do you want?"

The man in white was stunned, he happened to know the meaning of this sentence. From the most knowledgeable and wise Spirit Emperor in history. At the beginning, Emperor Ling was trapped in the Qingqiu Palace, but he did not treat himself as a prisoner at all, and the rebel party was angry and reprimanded, and Emperor Ling responded with this.

It means "when I need you, you will not come to me, but I will not need you, but I will ask you."

"The imperial dynasty governs thirteen states, and Your Majesty lacks the skills to take care of it. The man in white said as if explaining, and then lowered his face slightly, "No matter what you are guilty of, you will not be able to escape the responsibility." However, I'm not here to settle accounts with you today, and this is not my business. I'm here to warn you that you'd better settle down in Yongling. ”

Yan Chaoyang's face was expressionless, he stretched out his hand and shook it, a touch of dark blue appeared, and the person had already advanced at high speed, almost merging with the dark blue.

The terrifying qi machine swelled in the alley like a cloud of smoke in an instant, and the dots of dark blue were as dazzling as a sea of stars.

The white-clothed man's pupils shrank suddenly, his figure suddenly lifted upside down, and the sword in his sleeve was unsheathed almost at the same time.

Clang!

The blade of the sword parried accurately, and the tip of the spear burst out with a fierce spark.

The man in white took advantage of the situation to retreat to the wall, condescending, with indifferent eyes. It's just that his face is slightly pale, and the hand behind his back holding the sword trembles slightly.

No one spoke, and the alley fell into an eerie silence, but the confrontation between the two had reached a climax. If there is also a sound from the clash of air and machine, then there is undoubtedly a battle of thousands of troops and horses in the alley at this moment.

At this time, the pride that belongs to the swordsman does not allow the man in white to retreat.

"Yes, Dragon Soul Gun. The man in white was still indifferent, "In Xia Su Yu, ask Mr. Second for advice!"

The sword dances like a flower, and the qi boils like oil. The condensation of the sword momentum seems to have reached a certain critical point.

However, at this moment, another person suddenly appeared at the door of the liquor store.

This person is ordinary, very ordinary.

He was tied with a square scarf on his head, a coarse cloth linen robe, his chest was bare-chested, and he was stepping on clogs. No matter where they are, people in this kind of costume are always all over the streets, like the owner of a noodle stall around the corner.

However, it was such an ordinary person who made Yan Chaoyang's momentum suddenly clean up.

He turned around and threw down a sentence, "Don't fight." ”

There was no explanation, and it was just gone.

It wasn't until Yan Chaoyang followed the man into the wine shop that Su Yu reacted, his qi recoiled, and he almost didn't vomit blood. His cheeks twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and there was an inexplicable relief in his heart.

He stood there for a long time, then finally sighed and turned to leave.

He sighed not because of his nervousness, but because at this time, he didn't have the courage to rush in.

He is not an ordinary person who is afraid of being suspected of being the owner of the noodle stall, he is afraid of breaking the temporary tacit understanding between Ji Jiji Kite and Yanshan Thief, especially in this sensitive period.

The ordinary person who is suspected of being a noodle stall is actually really ordinary, and he is not a cultivator.

After entering the wine shop and entering the inner room, he respectfully nodded to the ground on one knee and called: "Subordinate Yuan Chengxi see Mr. Er." ”

Originally, it was already a strange thing for him to be so respectful to the owner of a liquor store. What's even more strange is that the identity of this wine shop owner is not ordinary at all, which shows that his identity is not ordinary either.

In fact, it is true, in the eyes of ordinary people, Yuan Chengxi is just the owner of a noodle stall with a bit of a particular name, but in fact, he is a small leader of the Wild Fox Camp, and in the place of Yongling, Kyoto, he is responsible for the investigation, analysis, and aggregation of various intelligences.

He is responsible for all the eyeliner and shadows in Kyoto, and some people don't even know that they are serving the Yanshan thieves.

Although he is not a cultivator, his status in Yanshan is much higher than that of ordinary cultivators.

Yan Chaoyang's face was still the usual indifference, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

The tone is as cold and hard as iron, and those who are familiar with him can detect the change in tone.

Yuan Chengxi's identity is too important, if he is exposed, the Wild Fox Camp's eyeliner in Kyoto will be uprooted. But such an important person came to the door unabashedly at this time.

Yuan Chengxi thought for a while, but did not speak, but took out a piece of paper from his arms, on which a peach blossom was drawn.

Of course, his painting skills must not even be third-rate, otherwise he would not be like a baked cake.

Yan Chaoyang didn't smile, he looked at it for a moment and said, "Where is it?"

He didn't ask what it was, but Yuan Chengxi immediately understood, and said with some excitement and excitement: "Second, Mr. Er, is he the son of that adult?"

"Where?" Yan Chaoyang glanced at him slowly.

Yuan Chengxi's heart sank, and he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully: "Guiyue Tower, Guiyue Tower in the brothel." ”

At this moment, when it comes to the brothel, this peach blossom that looks like a baked cake is even more enchanting.

The Peach Blossom Code is an urgent summoning order from the leader of the Yanshan Thieves to the nearest supreme person, and when you see the code, no matter what you are doing, you must rush immediately.

Can a man like Yan Li use an emergency summoning order, is the situation really so grim?

This is the question in Yan Chaoyang's heart at this moment.

ps: Oops, I want to write a chapter today, and I have such an impulse, otherwise I would be embarrassed to nag you. In the more than 40 days that I didn't code, I was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, seeing different scenery and all kinds of people, feeling new everywhere, but there was not much growth, whether it was being a person or an article. In the more than 40 days when I didn't have to rush to work, the rhythm of my life suddenly changed, and it became extremely leisurely and slow, which has nothing to do with reality, it is a change in mentality. I don't know if this change is good or bad, the only thing I know is that this state is not enough to be a full-time coder.

Most of the time I spent in the process of writing my last book was in a hurry and anxious. Because I want to be successful, and I desperately want to be successful and change the way I live. But the more I eager, the more contrary to my goal, I carefully prepared a new book, but before opening the book, I encountered a second hospitalization experience in my life. The pressure and troubles of reality, the incomprehension of my parents, the inability to communicate, and the financial embarrassment are all like a mess in my heart, entwined my blood vessels, and spread all over my body, making me unable to breathe and gradually numb.

Because of this, I chose to go out to work. I've worked a lot of jobs and I thought I was already a qualified adult, but this time, I felt something different. Because society is constantly progressing, I don't always have to adapt to it, so that at this juncture, I found that I belonged to the group of people who were eliminated from the grassroots level, and I suddenly found that I really had nothing. After I recognized myself, my creative ideas and concepts were stiffened for a while, and even if I had time, I didn't know how to continue writing. As the number of manuscripts dwindled day by day, I became more and more anxious, but I was powerless to change the situation. I seemed to be at a dead end, I couldn't get out, and no one came in.

After I stopped writing, I only occasionally thought about "Allure", thinking about the characters I created, and thinking about what kind of woman I should match a man like Yan Shiyi, I didn't think much about it. In real life, I also met a girl with eyes, and I thought I might be able to have a good relationship. But I didn't expect that I didn't have the skill of falling in love, and I realized that I wouldn't be in love. What kind of statement is that? Forgive me for not being able to put into words what it feels like. Then I found another problem, it turned out that the love I imagined was such a precious thing, for ordinary people, it would not appear in front of them at all. And that girl is not as beautiful and pure as I imagined. I wanted to vent loudly, to tell the world what I thought and what I think, but my voice was too quiet.

Then I fell into a state of distress. My friends and my parents were victims of marriage, and they didn't seem to be so happy, so I probably had a phobia of marriage, which made me even more confused about the future. Until recently, I watched the TV series "A Smile", and the pure, clean and beautiful love between Tiehua and school grass is exactly what I yearn for, I can't have it myself, why not create it?

At the beginning of the creation, I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly had a great fear. After death, does consciousness still exist? Life is just a few decades, and the time that has taken place and can be studied is billions of years, and I am not even a speck of dust in these billions of years, should I leave something in this world to prove that I once existed? This is the original intention of my creation, not anything else, nor should it be anything else. I realized that my creative attitude should be as pure and clean as my view of love, otherwise what I want to express will also deteriorate.

So, after laying out so much, I just want to say one thing: I am white, and I want to talk to the world.