Martial Arts

The thatched house is cold, and the gentleman is also leisurely, with a feather fan in his hand, fanning out the world's beacon fire.

Kong Ming is idle and wild cranes, the wild grass in the valley lives in a corner, the character is lonely and indifferent, and does not tend to be inflammatory, attached to the prosperity and liveliness in the fireworks and red dust, and the worldly fame and fortune.

"Everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone, and all living beings know what I mean. Kong Ming smiled, remembering the apprentice who dreamed of the secular world a while ago, his heart was extremely expectant, he did not tell Tang Zicheng the specific news in detail, only after Tang Zicheng found him completely, he Zhuge Kongming could be regarded as a real mountain.

"The fate of the Qingyun Dao people lies in that Fang Tang, the world is divided into three points of Eastern Wu, Shu and Da Zhou, all beings in the world know that I Zhuge Kongming, this world is at my fingertips, but no one knows that the situation of this world is determined by that man. ”

That man was referring to Fang Tang.

"Fang's lineage has fallen outside, the sky is like a tiger, the tiger's body is shocked and breaks through the dawn of 30,000 li, Tang is like Kunpeng, soaring up to 90,000 miles, carrying the blue sky, overlooking the world, Fang's family, since ancient times, it is the most true and the most noble holy court land in the martial world. ”

Fang's surname represents the Holy Court.

Zhuge Kongming can win the world, or he can ignore the floating world, and be willing to be an idler in the mountains with a fresh breeze in his sleeves and a bright moon on the soles of his shoes, and he will forget about the rolling red dust.

A round of splendid bright moon expressed the love and hatred of this beautiful martial arts world, and also expressed the sadness of the martial arts world.

The three parts of the world, the war and strife are continuous, and the martial world seems to be a cultivator pursuing immortality, but that is only for the sect, the three major forces in the three parts of the world are far better than the ten thousand sects of all sizes in the martial world.

Wanzong seems to be extremely noble and high, but in fact, it has been suppressed by the three places.

Zhuge Kongming sighed, and came to the window under the bright moon with a feather fan in his hand.

He likes the lonely and proud bright moon, and he doesn't like the floating clouds and mist and the mist.

All day long, everyone in the world said that Wolong could cover the world with one hand, but he didn't know that he lived a leisurely day of looking at the glow in the morning and the sunset at dusk.

It is understandable that the three dynasties strongly invited Kong Ming out of the mountain, but why did this Wudang just intervene.

Zhuge Kongming sighed, after all, it is still a sharp word that binds all living beings, from the cultivators to the imperial power and wealth, to the commoners Bai Ding.

The world is turbid, and I am alone

The bright moon hanging in the sky is also like him, unstained with the smoke and dust of the mortal world, and does not ask about any mundane things.

At dusk, the sunset clouds are shadowy.

The sun rose slowly in the east, and before he knew it, Kong Ming was under the bright moon, in a daze for such a night

A figure appeared outside the door, with wide and big ears, Kong Ming's eyes were slightly stunned, he bit his lower lip, shook his fan helplessly, and called the scholar: "Go and ask Uncle Huang to go." ”

Outside the door came the lord of Shu, Liu Bei Liu Xuande, after King Jing of Zhongshan.

The warm and warm spring breeze, the alienated and inconspicuous coldness, the Qingyue is very like the collision of broken jade, and the voice is like the sound of mountain springs and flowing water, calm and empty.

Zhuge Kong Ming is based on his own principles, he has to wait until a person comes to him and inherits his will, Kong Ming can let go of everything and prepare to go out of the mountain.

All in all

It's not the right time for Uncle Liu Huang to come.

The scholar nodded, pushed away the firewood, and the dazzling light in the distance seemed to have gone out or risen again.

The scholar went out and told the generous big-eared man in front of him what his husband meant, and after the man smiled helplessly, he thanked the scholar and pulled the two impatient younger brothers behind him and left the cottage.

But before the man went far, the scholar was startled, and did not close the firewood tightly, but showed a small head to look at the man in front of him, the man laughed, and then bowed his head and said, "Tomorrow, Xuande will come here to visit Mr." ”

On the second day, in the early morning of light rain, it was raining lightly outside the window, Liu Xuande did not take his two impatient younger brothers, and came to the grass house alone, knocking lightly.

Outside the grassland, like a fairyland, the fog is scattered, like a place out of the dust fairy.

The misty dust and smoke, the emerald color is not hidden, and the world is chaotic.

Hand throwing ink Jane, pen painting long scroll, Shi for the confidant of the dragon pool.

Pointing to the country, Zhengrong turned over the clouds with one hand.

Kong Ming sighed softly at the flowing "vulgar dirt faded".

The pen is full of ink, the power penetrates the back of the paper, the line is free and easy without scruples, like a misty cloud, but it is flawless, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, into the wood for three points, vigorous and powerful, it seems to be written faster and faster, faded to see clearly, but there is still a stubbornness, keep it undispersed.

"It is worthy of the person who came out of the Holy Court, and in his words, he seems to have seen the existence that was the one who was the most powerful in the martial realm. ”

Today, a handsome man still standing outside the door, took advantage of the firewood to open, but only saw the figure that he will never forget.

Thin but looking very strong and not weak body, the mugwort green robe made of the common fabric of the common people hangs down to the ground, naturally stretching on both sides, without wrinkles, looking warm.

His black hair was like silk, his long hair was waist-high, and his tail was tied with a blue ribbon, and his black hair could shine with dazzling brilliance when he saw it for the first time, no less than that of those women who wore blue hair.

His finger bones are distinct, fine and white as jade, as delicate as porcelain, and from a distance it seems to be shrouded in a circle of light, like a dream, with his back behind him.

It really deserves the word 'the vulgarity fades'.

But only the appearance of this person's ears seems a little nondescript, but fortunately, the scholar didn't care about this, and the person in front of him was a guest of Mr.

"Uncle Liuhuang, let's go, my husband is going to rest today. The scholar tied the double ring, respectfully made a gesture of please, signaling that Uncle Liu Huang in front of him could leave, Mr. was gone, and the scholar had nothing to do.

"Then I won't bother too much, then, come back tomorrow to ask to see Mr. Zhuge again. Xuande nodded lightly, arched his hand and turned to leave, brushed his sleeves and robes, stepped on the horse, and walked away.

The scholar looked at the figure that disappeared in the glow, sighed, now in troubled times, the three dynasties are full of strength, and there are many people who want to call the king and seize the hegemony of the world.

It's a pity that those who come here are just some brave and brainless reckless, or some rigid civil officials who speak Confucius and Lao Tzu with their mouths closed, what is the meaning.

The scholar sighed, pushed the door open again, and returned to the room.

"Uncle Liu Huang is gone?" Kong Ming walked in front of the scholar, and his clear and bottomless eyes could not see any color.

"Sir, I said that this Uncle Liu Huang sincerely asked for help, why don't you allow it? In today's troubled times, you can't let the traitor of the king of Zhou rebel against the world, and the prince of the narrow heaven will order the princes, and the princes of all walks of life will rise up one after another, and the king of Zhou will give the princes of all walks of life with a strategy..." The scholar said to himself, not noticing that Kong Ming's restrained expression suddenly stopped, and there was only a quiet place left in the simple and simple room.

"Stratagem is also a means of survival, and if you really go to the battlefield, no one cares whether you use stratagem openly or petty theft," Kong Ming smiled again, but his smile was extremely sad.

"But that Mrs. Huang... The scholar suddenly thought of something and blurted out, Kong Ming no longer had any smile on his face, and his voice gradually became cold. "You get out. ”

When the scholar heard this, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to continue to say something, but he wanted to stop talking, and finally he kept his mouth shut and retreated.

Kong Ming was left alone in the room, his back was holy by Yuehua, and he pursed his lips: "What about the emperor's hegemony, what about the rivers and mountains, I just want to ...... Give you a home. ”

The peony flower in the window is thicker and more intense, delicate and delicate, just like his face at this time.