If it weren't for the Dao Yi True Sage to stop him, the old man would have gone down to earth with his sword and asked Xianyang, the capital of Great Qin.

Tu Sheng Bai Cangqi just glanced at the scroll, then turned his head and left, the painting in the scroll, outside the troubled times, thousands of people who had already gone into seclusion stood up.

There is a rough man who is good at plowing the fields, he has fought for half his life, and his military achievements are not small, but he is still a bachelor. The man had an old wound on his shoulder, and the arrow hole penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the pain was unbearable on a rainy night. He is eight feet tall, not very tall, and even looks quite thin in the painting.

During the day, a lost shepherd ran to the house, and the man touched the sheep's head, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile, as warm as summer.

He didn't have much to say, but at dinner at night, he sandwiched three chopsticks for his wife and son, and said separately: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

His wife is a rare good girl in the village, who has gone to private school, read ancient books, and is the favorite of the young people in the village. The wife smiled, said hello twice, and went to sleep.

At night, the man tiptoed to cover the door, not daring to alarm his sleeping wife and children.

Pull out the green cypress in the courtyard, put on the old general armor, a blood armor, and a butcher's knife at the waist. He also planted a loquat with his own hands in the place where the tree was pulled.

At the time of parting, the white belly of the sky flashed with a faint light, and in the first rays of the morning sun of summer, the man rode his horse and whipped up, what did he do? Just to die.

Tu Shengbai's lips were slightly white and chapped, why did he keep calling him a man, because the former general couldn't remember who this person was, let alone the thousands of people who died together behind him, who was who, and what was his name.

I only know that they are dressed in blood armor and die outside the battlefield and within the borders of the country.

The saints of the hundred schools of thought were also silent, this picture scroll intercepted the long river of time at that time, and in which time period, everything that happened could not escape the eyes of the saints.

Tu Sheng Bai Cang's body became older and older, and his back looked a little rickety, and he walked back to the house silently.

I asked myself: "When you were outside the Tang Capital, don't you know what will happen?" You know, but you really don't want to know. ”

One by one, old soldiers died in front of their eyes, some were teenagers like Xiaoxiao, some were young people who had just started a family, and most of the soldiers had gray hair on their sideburns.

Once the hero draws his sword, the world is not alive for ten years.

And the slaughter of people fights, just for the world to have no more wars.

May the family have surplus food, may the people have surplus joy, and may the country have surplus virtue.

With a slight sigh from the Dao Yi True Sage, the scroll closed automatically. Mosheng Mozi struck iron, Wusheng Sun Xing drank, and all the sons and hundreds of schools did their own thing, but they were disappointed.

Bai Tu did it in front of the window, and he was a little more twilight in addition to his martial arts, making tea for the empty seat next to his right.

Chu Guoling B, Bai Xiaoqingyang squatted in the wine shop on the side of the road, the wine shop is not big, and the business is far from the restaurant next to it, there are only three wooden tables and seven small benches. The boss was boiling water by the stove under the shed.

The old cloth on a wooden pole reads all the dishes of the small shop, a bowl of oily noodles, two taels of braised beef, three bowls of coarse tea and a pot of turbid wine.

Qingyang wiped the dust on the small wooden stool with his cuffs without picking, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, come to two bowls of noodles." ”

Bai Xiao sat a little stunned on the side, staring at the short sword that seemed to be a relic of his mother's relatives, thinking carefully about everything he had just seen.

Which white-haired old man, the sharp sword light, and the blood-colored moon with two broken petals. Why did Mother's Sword appear in such a place?

Qingyang said in a low voice: "Now everyone is talking about what you just opened the sky, how do you feel, you are proud." ”

Bai Xiao didn't care about this, and asked, "What kind of place is outside the sky?" Where the breath is, everyone is terrifying. ”

Qingyang scratched his head and said, "Then I have to ask the master." ”

Because of the aura of the old Taoist priest who suddenly appeared outside the sky, the two of them ordered B from the ferry, and now the ferry has already sailed to the southeast, and it will be difficult to get on the boat again.

The poor mountain turtle is still cultivating in the boathouse, and he doesn't know that the two friends have abandoned him.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked a little simple, brought two bowls of noodles, put them on the table, and brought a green onion and two green garlic from the side, and said: "The green onion and garlic are enough, and the two little guest officers eat slowly." ”

A bowl of oil-splashed noodles, the dough is wide and the noodles are thick and long, and they are very gluten. The green sheep sucked and ate happily.

Before Bai Xiao moved his chopsticks, he looked up and saw a paper kite hanging in the sky, coming and going suddenly.

In the spring breeze of his youth, Bai Xiao likes to pester his mother to put paper kites on the grass outside the village, and his mother will be angry every time, and then accompany him to have a good time.

At that time, Bai Xiao's body was weak, he couldn't run or jump, and he even walked slowly, like a little turtle. But every time he thinks of the paper kite in the sky, his heart and god fly to the sky with the paper kite, and he wants to fly to the highest place to see the father who has not seen what it looks like, and I don't know if he will buy himself a sugar gourd.

The wind will stop, the rain will fall, and the paper kite in your hand will break and go away.

When his mother died, Bai Xiao never let go of the paper kite, and occasionally on the way to do farm work in early spring, he saw children of the same age playing happily, trotting and flying paper kites, Bai Xiao would always stop for a moment, and then bury his head in work. Tang Liu would occasionally come to help, but most of the time he was unwilling and reluctant. Bai Xiao just stayed for a moment, just for a moment, and any more would be sad.

Now that he has a spring breeze and a sword into the sky, he can't find the paper kite that belongs to him.

Qingyang pushed the bowl and motioned to Bai Xiao, who was looking up at the sky, to hurry up and eat noodles.

Bai Xiao nodded slightly.

Bai Xiao looked up at the sky, but he didn't know that people outside the sky were staring at him.

When the wind left the ferry, Tang Rouer squatted at the head of the bridge, curiously looking at the world.

See the old woman holding shoes, pedestrians admiring the flowers. Suddenly, a young man, stepping on a flying sword, flew to the place where the sky intersected, and opened the sky with his fists, painful and turbulent.

In an instant, Tang Rouer seemed to understand what the master had said, and a pair of beautiful eyes followed the young man's figure closely until the roadside stall, where the young man looked up at the sky.

Tang Rouer thought she had been discovered, so she ducked back clumsily, and then poked her head out a little nervously, hum, it turned out that she was just looking at the paper kite.

The girl was a little happy, but also a lot disappointed.

It's just that for a while, it seems that only this stupid boy looking at paper kite is left in his eyes.

There was a lot of sadness in his eyes.

Tang Rouer was not born on a bamboo building outside the sky, she once grew up in the Tibetan grassland, and an old shepherd who liked to smoke dry tobacco once asked her: "Girl, do you want to know your future husband?"

At that time, Tang Rouer, who was young and ignorant, thought for a long time, rolled her eyes and said, "How he is and how I am." In the future, even if I get married, I will have my own independent life. Su Wu, why don't you help me calculate whether I can become a female general who leads thousands of troops in the future. ”

The old man named Su Wu laughed, and his rough big hand nodded at the girl's eyebrows: "Our family's Rou'er is ambitious, a hundred sheep can't stand it, and he has to lead thousands of troops." ”

Tang Rou'er clenched her little fists angrily, is he my army?

Bai Xiao, who lowered his head to eat noodles, saw the little girl lying on the bridge, only showing her head, and her eyes followed closely. The appearance is delicate, and a pair of autumn eyes make people can't take their eyes off it, but no matter how you look at it, there is a hint of simplicity.

After finally being quiet for a moment, there was a commotion in the exclamation of Mo Sheng Mozi, "Old sword head, look, there is a girl who wants to be your granddaughter-in-law." ”

At this point, all the sons and hundreds of schools of thought invariably looked sideways, and for a while, nearly a hundred heads were exposed, quietly watching everything that happened in the world.

Mo said that the Martial Saint Sun Xing was anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks, and even the Sword Saint pulled away from the crowd and put himself in the position of a head.

Seeing that stupid boy's stupid soul soaring into the sky again, he hooked the tip of the girl's nose and said, "Hello, my name is Bai Xiao." ”

The girl Tang Rou'er's face turned red, like a ripe apple, and she said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "My name is Tang Rou'er." ”

Bai Xiao nodded and said, "I remember." Then Edgeworth went straight down, returned to his body, and made two bowls of noodles.

He waved his hand towards the sky.

Tang Rou'er softened for a while, and the tip of her nose was still itchy. Lying on the ferry again, he dared to show only one head, looked at him cautiously, and then waved his hand.

Let out a laugh like a silver bell.

All the sons of the hundred schools of thought smiled, looked sideways, and admired, thinking that they were wonderful.

Mo Sheng Mozi touched his bald and reflective head and said, "If you are like his father, you will harm the little girl." ”

The Sword Saint Sword Dust swept him out of the sky with a single sword, and the rumbling sound almost caused the little girl to turn around.

Martial Saint Sun Xing pulled the crowd, dispersed the crowd, and said: "A pair of beautiful people like each other, what do we look at as a group of old dogs or thousand-year-old dogs, what do we look at." ”

Mo Sheng Mozi said with relief: "It always feels like my own pig has learned to arch cabbage, and the arch is still the most beautiful one." ”

The sons laughed and said, "Encourage each other, encourage each other." ”

Sword Saint Jian Chen raised his hand and swept him out with another sword, but recently he also raised a faint smile.

Mo Sheng Mozi fell out of the sky and quickly shrank back.

Tang Rouer looked up at the sky suspiciously, what is the matter today, there was a rumbling thunder during the day, and there were two sounds.

There was no ferry trip over the mountain, Bai Xiao and Qingyang had to go to Xiangdu in Chucheng on foot, and then go to the burial palace from somewhere.

It's just that when eating noodles just now, the words of the two people at the next table disrupted Bai Xiao's original arrangement. "I heard that the Xiang family is lonely, and there is only one guest with a foreign surname who supports the façade, otherwise it would have been swallowed up by the He family a long time ago."

Another person asked: "I heard that Keqing is about to become a martial artist in the Heaven and Earth Realm at a young age, what is his name?" ”

The man said: "It seems to be called Tang Liu, I heard that it is a refugee from Longhu Mountain who was rescued by the old lady of the Xiang family." Now I can't dig up any amount of money given by other families, and I am really a loyal slave. ”

Bai Xiao snorted coldly and said to the two people: "Tang Liu is not anyone's slave, Tang Liu is Tang Liu." ”