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The scribe chuckled and said: "Tang Zhiming does look up to him, but you demon Brahma don't have to be arrogant, the time comes and goes, once you turn into a dragon, maybe you can reach his height one day, overlook all living beings, and read the world's style." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A hint of firmness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he laughed: "I'm a mayfly, it's not ordinary, and I will regret the big tree all my life." ”

The scribe nodded, "The grasshopper shakes the tree, respectable." ”

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged man pondered and said: "Tang Zhiming has been cultivating a young man for more than ten years, whether he is mediocre or not, I will include him under his command." ”

The scribe glanced at him and seemed to smile: "You have been here for more than ten years, and what you ask for is not this young man?" The right time, place and people are here for you, who can stop you in this matter. ”

The scribe lifted the flask, shook it, there was no more wine, and then shook his head: "Drunk, angelica." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the back of the scribe and shouted loudly: "Yao Yuan, if one day, my demon Brahma can really sit on the Great Yan, and my country will be shared with you." ”

The scribe, who was called Yao Yuan by the middle-aged man, was noncommittal, and he didn't even stop for a moment.

The surname Yao is the surname of Dayanguo.

Yao Yuan is the younger brother of the Heavenly Dynasty.

Qingcheng, who escaped alive, is sick.

This is really a rare thing for him who has been in the slum for thirteen years, but under the stimulation of heavy physical damage and great worry and fear all the way, this rare thing does happen.

For the first time in thirteen years, Qingcheng experienced the feeling of hot and cold in his body, headache and brain swelling.

At this moment, he felt that life was worse than death.

This moment is the time when he has just experienced the pursuit of life and death, and his heart is the most vulnerable.

At the moment before Qingcheng passed out, he vaguely saw a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, who bent down and touched his head.

When Qingcheng woke up, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed, his body heavily injured by Li Zhi was bandaged, and beside him, a bowl of medicinal soup with a bitter medicinal smell was still steaming.

Looking through the propped up window, you can see the clouds rolling outside the window, and the sunset and the lonely birds fly together.

The scenery is unique here, the world is vast, real and spectacular.

The little boy was happy because he was still alive.

Don't be sad about things, just rejoice in yourself.

The wind and horses and cattle are not related, but they confirm and unify each other.

Qingcheng didn't know where this place was, but he knew that the middle-aged man must have saved him.

The picture before the coma flashed in his mind, Qingcheng patted his head and thought to himself: "Yes, this should be the place where the immortal who saved me lives, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet such a person in my lifetime, and this life is not worth it." ”

Qingcheng smiled slightly, closed his eyes and thought carefully, the image of the middle-aged man in his mind clearly emerged, only to see that the person was wearing a luxurious purple robe, wearing a Jiuyang scarf, a slender figure, handsome, and looked like a legendary fairy figure.

The middle-aged man's figure taste, he will never forget in his life.

It's a good thing to remember.

Qingcheng struggled to sit up, touching the wound and making him grin again.

The bowl of Chinese herbal soup was warm, Qingcheng picked up the small bowl, drank it all, and lowered his head to lick the small bowl by the way, as if he had never felt the bitterness of the medicinal soup at all.

Poor children are reluctant to waste anything.

Qingcheng made a smacking sound in his mouth, as if he was tasting something delicious.

Of course, he didn't feel it, and now his mouth was full of bitter medicinal taste, but he was happy in his heart, just like eating honey, oh, what honey tasted like, he didn't know yet.

But this medicinal soup, he drank it for the first time since he was a child, a rare thing, and under the stirring in his heart, this little bitterness is nothing.

There was a small table next to the bed, and there was a basket of steamed buns on the table, which was already cold, but this was delicious in Qingcheng's opinion, he swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, and still grabbed one and gobbled it up.

Well, the grace of saving lives is greater than the sky, anyway, I owe Engong a great kindness, a few steamed buns are nothing, besides, I'm injured now, seriously injured, and I need to make up for it.

The thoughts in Qingcheng's mind flew around, the movements in his hands did not stop at all, in just a moment, three steamed buns entered his mouth, licked the tip of his tongue, and ate the steamed bread foam at the corner of his mouth, Qingcheng admired the five bodies in his heart, nodded and praised: "Damn, this is the legendary white-flour steamed bun, it is still so fragrant when it is cold, the master finally eats it, it is not in vain in this life, it is not in vain." ”

The night is hanging in the four fields, the day is over, Qingcheng is lying on the small bed, his hands are behind his head, the moon is as cool as water, the moonlight shines into the house through the erected window, and shines on Qingcheng's face.

He stared at the moon with his eyes intended, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, and he had to say that his life in the past few days had really been full of ups and downs, more wonderful than his thirteen years in the slums.

But if you want to say that it is thrilling, it is half a catty, and in the thirteen years in the slums, which day is not alive and frightened?

In order to survive, he has been struggling in the slums for thirteen years, but in fact, Qingcheng has taken life and death very lightly, or rather, numb.

After experiencing more, I don't feel how precious life is.

Qingcheng and Yinyue looked at each other for half a night, thinking about it for a long time, and they didn't come up with any philosophy of life.

The moonlight outside the house is still bright, illuminating thousands of households.

On the second day, Qingcheng woke up early in the morning, a carp straightened, poofed, sat up on the bed, rubbed his eyes, and walked off the small bed.

He stood in the house, stretched his waist, moved his muscles and wrists, up and down his body, there was no longer yesterday's soreness, and most of his injuries were healed, Qingcheng couldn't help grinning, he had suffered thirteen years of sin in the slums, and it was not without any benefits, injuries became commonplace, and the recovery of this injury was also very fast.

There is gurgling water outside the house, clear and delicious, and there are white-flour steamed buns in the house, which is no different from heaven for Qingcheng, if possible, he really hopes that he can die here for the rest of his life.

This new environment, everything made him very satisfied, the only fly in the ointment was that it had been a day since he woke up, and he had never seen Engong, so he deliberately went out of the house to look around, and he didn't see a figure.

"Perhaps, Engong saved me, but he was just kind, and now he has left."

Qingcheng's heart was slightly depressed.

However, as the number of white-faced steamed buns in the house decreased one by one, and the beautiful illusions continued to be shattered, Qingcheng sighed again and again in his heart, feeling the strong pressure of survival, and no longer had the heart to think about Engong, who only had one side.

Three days later, Qingcheng, who had recovered well, squatted on the roof of the thatched hut, looking around, with a faint sadness on his face.

"Hey, if I stay here, I'll starve to death sooner or later."

The young man's face was filled with helpless melancholy, and he didn't know that not far from him, a big battle of interception broke out quietly.

Qingcheng would not know that this battle was fought because of him.

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