If there is no Chu Rouge watching from the side, Luo Yifan will help when Liu Muxian falls into the disadvantage, he doesn't care about how much to bully or less, as long as he kills Jiang Ning, this trip will be a complete merit.

It's just a pity that there is no if.

Jiang Ning and his entourage just swaggered away from them, and when they left, the little fox Hongshuang also dropped two words - no seed.

Luo Yifan just smiled lightly.

If someone else can break his Dao heart with three or two words, then what kind of immortality does he cultivate? It's just that the hand holding the sword is still trembling slightly, Jiang Ning's two-handed sword is not a double sword in the ordinary sense, the left and right hands can use different swordsmanship at the same time, and the aura attached to his sword is condensed and sharp, compared to his own Danyuan, it is even better, if Jiang Ning wants to kill him, he can't run away ten out of ten.

The pursuit team sent by Jing Yunguang left in a hurry.

"It is said that swordsmen are heroic, and they should drink the strongest wine. "Most of the furnishings in the cave were destroyed, but the soft and flexible wool blankets were not too damaged. In the spring, the scenery in the forest was just right, and the five of them sat casually on the blankets. Ji Shiyu looked at the plum wine in front of him and laughed and teased.

Jiang Ning said with a smile: "Jiang Ning is a layman, he likes to eat something sweet when he eats too much, and he likes to drink something hot when the cold wind blows too much." My favorite wine is this fruity and sweet plum wine, and the rice wine that can be drunk warm although it is bitter is also good. As for the more profound truth in wine, I don't understand it and don't want to hear it. ”。

"Come to Nantang to escape?"

Jiang Ning nodded and said, "By the way, take your daughter-in-law back to your hometown to have a look." ”。

Ji Shiyu didn't delve into it, but said: "In the future, if you have time, you can go to the Yanglong County General's Mansion to sit." ”。

"Not worried about Qingxuan?".

Ji Shiyu said with a smile: "Of course my Ji family is afraid, but Nantang is not afraid. ”。

Chu Rouge looked at his son-in-law's rogue appearance with peace of mind, and smiled knowingly. Jiang Ning and the three couldn't help laughing. Between pushing the cup and changing the lamp, it is nothing more than to talk about the human customs of the Great Jin and Southern Tang Dynasty, but it is not a taboo to talk about it deeply, but there is nothing to say, the grievances between Jiang Ning and Qingxuan are known to the world, and before Ji Shiyu went out to study, in addition to reading or reading, his experience was even more blank. On the contrary, Chu Rouge, who has a lot of experience, said more, and the words were full of old stories of following the general to fight everywhere, Great Wu, Great Sui, Great Jin, Qianmiao, Tiannan and Haibei, all of which were bloody stories.

"It is not easy for the Southern Tang Dynasty to survive in an embattled situation. Jiang Ning sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Ji Shi said: "The territory of the Tang Dynasty was vast back then, and it was already a first-class overlord dynasty in the Eastern Court Domain, even the now famous Tianlu and Dayan can only bow to the wind, and how can the power minister Situ Yan and the general Liu Jingxin be overturned, but because the power is too great, many people are jealous, and they secretly unite to add fuel to the flames to have today's bleak situation that is divided into four. The black hands' didn't perceive the threat and withdrew their secret minions, and the remaining three kingdoms wanting to swallow the Southern Tang Dynasty alone were tantamount to foolish dreams, and after the battles of the previous decades, the three kingdoms must have understood this, so they were willing to pinch their noses and withdraw their troops, extinguishing the idea of dividing and eating. ”。

Speaking of which, the real peaceful life of the people of the Southern Tang Dynasty has only passed for fifteen or sixteen years. Chu Rouge said.

"During the war, the mountains and rivers were shattered and devastated. But after three or five years of comfort, looking back at this piece of country, the flowers are splendid, and no trace of the past can be found. Ji Shi said.

Jiang Ning said: "No matter how unforgettable the pain is, it is always necessary to move forward, and the living beings, whether they are human beings or other races, are probably the same." ”。

"Speaking of which, the Lanque Gate is in the territory of the Southern Tang Dynasty, why is there no disciple to go to the Moyun Sword Pond Mountain Gate this time?" Su Que still remembered that Jiang Ning had talked about this doubt with her, and she happened to remember it, so she tried to ask.

Ji Shiyu said: "Since the end of last year, Nangong Que, the master of the Lanque Gate, ordered the mountain gate to be blocked, and until now, no disciple of the Lanque Gate has walked out of the Qingque Mountain Range, as for what happened, no one knows." ”。

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Zhuohua closed the door tightly and sat quietly in the courtyard alone. On the stone table in front of him, there are four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study.

A piece of rice paper lay flat on the stone table, and the black lines on the paper were crooked, barely making out the outline of a person. I stared at the 'painting' expressionlessly for a long time, and then suddenly went crazy and crumpled the rice paper into a paper ball and threw it on the ground.

I can't even paint a single picture well.

Two lines of tears slipped down his cheeks.

It's been three years, and if it's been longer, I'm afraid I won't even remember your appearance clearly.

In this world, the easiest thing to become enemies is often friends. How the Black Snake Tribe and the Red Leaf Tribe changed from friendship from generation to life and death, no one knows for thousands of years, and most of the causes are trivial quarrels. Zhuohua is just a tree, she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to be clear.

She just wants to be a tree quietly and stand still in place. From coagulation to deficiency, from deficiency to Yuandan. Even though she can transform into shape, she still just stands quietly in the forest, quietly being her peach tree.

The children in the Momiji tribe don't like her, and the adults don't like her, because all the peach trees in the whole forest have pink flowers, only she has black flowers and black leaves. She didn't have a name, so everyone called her Wuye Peach. The adults stayed away, and the children threw stones and spat at her. She ignored it, and it didn't hurt anyway.

There is only one child who is different, his name is Lianshuang.

The reason why Lianshuang is called Lianshuang is because he was born with white hair, just like the frost of winter.

The first time the child walked into the woods, he went straight under her canopy and hugged her with joy. A black rain of flowers fell.

Since then, he has often come to the woods to water her, and occasionally lies down under a tree for a nap when the weather is nice. When she grows up, Lian Shuang will have more time to come, unlike other teenagers in the Red Leaf Tribe, Lian Shuang doesn't like to dance with knives and guns very much, and the most common thing she does is to read silently with her back to her. When he was hungry, he would clumsily climb the tree and pick a few black peaches to eat.

He couldn't finish eating the peaches, because he was the only one in the tribe who dared to eat them.

For example, the chicken raised by the old Wang family was not stolen by the cubs of the old Zhang family, but slaughtered and eaten by the old Wang and his son, although the old Zhang son had a chicken feather stuck to his body, but he also ate three bowls of rice that night, if he really ate the chicken, how could he still eat so much? But as soon as the son of the old Wang family opened his mouth, there was a smell of meat, and the dinner was not delicious, so he should have dealt with it a little. There is also the cub of Lao Li's family, maybe it is the seed of Lao Zhang next door, these things sound dull to her. Whenever he told her such and such stories, his face was always bruised and bruised, but his eyes were full of color, as if he knew some great secret.

She just listened quietly and listened. It was a little annoying at first, but then I got used to it.

And then he was gone.

One day, two days, a year, two years, even the frost never came again.

No one told her stories anymore.