Shudi, Zhong Ling is handsome, and the treasure is Tianhua.

In ancient times, there were two sages, one said: silkworm cong, and the other said: fish fish.

"Dressed in green clothes, persuading farmers to mulberry, and creating sarcophagi" is the merit of silkworm cong; And Yu Yan's exploits are also extraordinary, he not only ended the war between Xia Wei and the silkworm cong, but also taught the local ancestors, fishing and building bridges, and finally got the immortal away.

Mao County, known as Wenshan County in ancient times, is the hometown of the ancient tribe Ran Shu.

The Wenshan mentioned by the machine spirit refers to this place; And the river where Emperor Wangdi got the turtle spirit is the water.

The water was once known as Longquan Water, and according to the guidance of the spirit, Zhu Li finally set the place where Yu Chijin was rescued by the Longquan Water.

Zhu Qia failed to persuade Zhu Li, and the pleas of Shu He, Wang Yan, and Zhe Silun were also rejected by Zhu Li.

Whether it was Zhu Qia or Shu He, they were unwilling to watch Zhu Li die, and everyone followed Zhu Li and came to Longquan Water together.

Zhu Qia's face was solemn, although he did not persuade Zhu Li, he was not discouraged at all, and when he arrived at the place Zhu Li chose, he fiddled on the ground, drawing countless complex stripes, as for what it was for, he didn't say, and others didn't bother to ask.

Along the way, many people were curious about the people in the carriage because she never showed up.

But when the curtain was opened, and Zhu Li carefully carried Wei Chijin out, everyone finally saw each other's faces.

Clear lotus out of the water, natural Lingxiu, maybe to say, is such a woman.

Her whole person is like a flawless jade, beautiful and exquisite, beautiful and dreamy, even if she is just held by Zhu Li, she can't hide her natural beauty.

Maybe every girl likes to be held in her arms by her beloved man, hugging each other tightly, warm, warm, and affectionate.

If they are awake, although they are infinitely shy, they may also keep praying to the heavens in their hearts, asking the gods and Buddhas to let time stand still, let space condense, and make this moment eternal.

The embrace of true love, even if it is only for a moment, is warm and infinite; Even if it's just for a second, it's endlessly sweet.

It's a pity that Wei Chijian, who is now being held in Zhu Li's arms, doesn't know that when she is sober, countless longings, countless fantasies, that strong and powerful embrace, at this moment, is embracing her infinitely gently.

For Zhu Li, this is the first time he has come to the world of the late Tang Dynasty, holding a lady, and perhaps the last time.

For Yu Chijin, it was also the first time to be held by her beloved man, but unfortunately she didn't know.

Zhu Li's eyes are very focused, the tenderness in his eyes, and even the breeze by the Longquan water, are so intoxicated that he is upside down, and Xu Feng is disordered and dancing like drunken eyes.

A thick brocade mat was picked out of the carriage by Dong Ningyang and spread on the gravel next to the waterside.

Zhu Li hugged Yu Chijian, gently walked to the side of the brocade mat, and gently placed her flat on the brocade mat, his movements were a little hesitant, as if he was reluctant, like nostalgia, and a trace of incomprehensible admiration.

Miscanthus is the ninth of the 24 solar terms, which means: "The wheat with mangs is harvested quickly, and the rice with mangs can be planted"; It also seems to imply the end of one life and the beginning of another.

Today is the day of mangseeding, and it is also the day when Zhu Li dissects his heart to save love.

His face was indifferent, his eyes were firm, his expression was extremely reverent, and his emotions were full of regrets.

Some people talk about love, which is an insult to "love", the sacred word; There are human mouths

Not to mention, but quietly integrate "love" into every bit of life.

Wei Chijin didn't say it, she did a lot.

When Hongzhou sees it, please go north; Ulzhou Yang Wei, strive to be in power; The east of the river is far away, and it is far away for the king; Shuozhou is embarrassed, and life and death are not worth it.

Zhu Li didn't say it, he did it too.

Although he did little, he did it after all, as long as there was still a trace of life, he was willing to leave this opportunity to his beloved her.

What is love?

No one knows, and no one can explain it clearly.

As far as Yu Qing is concerned, all her beauty is only for him to bloom; As far as Jun is concerned, all his tenderness can only be enjoyed by her; Carrying the firewood, rice, oil and salt in life, stepping through the joys and sorrows in the red dust, under the sunset, the white prime minister is enough!

Longquan water is clear, you can wash away all the disguise, Zhu Li cleans off the disguise of green and autumn, and you must face the most important her in life with the most true self.

Coarse cloth green shirt, lacquered hair like a waterfall, eyes like cold stars, face like warm jade, waist with a long knife, majestic in all directions, this is Zhu Li's true appearance.

Among the crowd, the only woman, Zhao Jie, was stunned, in her limited knowledge, Zhu Li was the most heroic and charming man she had ever seen in her life, and there was no one.

He is not handsome, but he hits his heart; She is not flashy, but she is unforgettable, her heart is swaying, her soul is trembling.

Shu He, Wang Yan, Zhe Silun and others were stunned, it turned out that the general they respected was such a heroic Langjun.

He is not strong, but he is as delicate as a dragon; He is not fierce, but he is powerful all over the world.

After tidying up everything, Zhu Li came to the brocade mat again, knelt on his knees, poked his head out, and kissed it gently, Yu Chi Jin's smooth head, this kiss was very long and heavy, and it seemed to pour all his infatuation, even his life.

With a sound of "Cangchang", the long knife was unsheathed, and in the flash of silver light, it reflected the dazzle of heaven and earth, and he re-erected his body, and Zhu Li crossed the chest of the knife.

At this moment, the classic of mountains and seas in his mind burst out, written in an antique style, as simple as an old book.

The glow flashed, and an old Taoist with crane hair and a fluttering snow hair suddenly came out, and with its appearance, the vast sea space, a leisurely sigh, rippled endlessly.

"Have you really decided?" The machine spirit asked leisurely.

It's just a programme-like life, but it also feels a little throbbing.

It turns out that true love in the red dust is so magnificent, it makes people desperate, like a moth to a fire, and like a red candle spontaneously combusting, just to illuminate each other.

In the sea of consciousness, Zhu Li's consciousness body came out, looked at the instrument spirit with a calm face, and said respectfully: "The junior wants to confirm again, Zhu Li, can he really take on the heavy responsibility of guarding Heshuo?" ”

The machine spirit nodded earnestly, but did not say a word.

"My parents, younger siblings, he will also treat them as his own relatives, right?" Zhu Li believes in the Classic of Mountains and Seas very much, and it can be said that it is because of the Classic of Mountains and Seas that he has everything he has today.

If there is no Shan Hai Jing, he will not be born again; If there was no Classic of Mountains and Seas, even if he had just arrived in this time and space, he might have become the mouth of the three scoundrels; If there is no Classic of Mountains and Seas, Weishui is his death......

His trust in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is unreserved, especially more than his trust in himself, even so, he still can't let go of his worries about the people of Northern Xinjiang and his relatives.

The machine spirit still didn't say anything, just nodded earnestly again.

As soon as he saw the other party's affirmation, Zhu Li was thorough

He put his mind at ease and said angrily: "It's a matter of life and afterlife, it's not stupid to go with the wind, senior, please start." ”

Looking at Zhu Li's resolute expression, the stiff face of the machine spirit seemed to be a little ashamed.

The wind is getting stronger.

In the sky above the brocade mat where Zhu Li knelt for a long time, it slowly condensed into a whirlwind, and the strange whirlwind soared upward, as if it was going straight to the Nine Heavens, and did the thing of changing lives against the sky and exchanging life and death.

A brilliant fluorescent light burst out, enveloping Zhu Li and Yu Chijian's bodies in an instant.

In the brilliant fluorescence like fireworks, the sleeping beauty-like Yu Chi Hibiscus looked quiet, and there was still a trace of relief and relief on the corners of her mouth, that was after the war, she thought of herself, and when she lived up to Zhu Li, she was relieved and relieved from the bottom of her heart.

In that dreamlike fluorescence, Zhu Li, who was kneeling and standing, his face was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth outlined an intoxicating smile, which was calm without regrets and regrets, and it was the joy of being able to give everything to his beloved.

Zhao Xie Chou in the distance had long been crying, she may not know what was happening in the light group, but before, from the conversation of everyone, he knew that the man kneeling in the light group was saving him with his life, the woman like a sleeping beauty.

Shu He, Wang Yan, and Zhi Silun were full of gloom, they followed all the way, trying their best to protect the general, but in the end, they found that they were so powerless.

Geng Yi's face was neither sad nor joyful, but in his heart, a trace of realization suddenly swelled up, as if there was an important relative in his life who was about to leave him, which made him very dazed and didn't know why.

The monk Yicun sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words in his mouth, as if he was silently reciting the transcendent scriptures; Pan's father and son, their eyes were complicated, they looked at the new-faced Zhu Li, and seemed to realize the true identity of that person, but they were also powerless about what that person wanted to do.

Han Xun was as cold as ice, holding his hands in his chest, but his gaze seemed to be unfocused.

Only Zhu Qia, who was dressed in a shabby robe, squinted his eyes and stared at the light group for a moment, to be exact, he was watching Zhu Li's every move.

Suddenly, Zhu Qia said loudly: "Everyone should have some doubts in their hearts now, right?" ”

"There is no need to doubt it, that young man in the light group is Zhu Li, the general of Huaihua that you respect!"

"What?!"

"How is that possible!"

.......

Surprised, terrifying, and even unbelievable exclamations, all of them looked at Zhu Qia with an indifferent face.

Among them, the most shocking ones are Geng Yi and Han Xun, followed by Yicun and Pan's father and son, Shu He and the three of them have long known Zhu Li's identity, but now they are broken by Zhu Qia, and there is only sadness on their faces, but they are not surprised.

"Don't doubt it, the old way never lies." Zhu Qia said solemnly, "Lao Dao believes that knowing his identity, everyone is even more reluctant to watch him die." ”

"But if we hastily interrupt the ritual he is ongoing; Even if he stopped his movements, as long as his lady did not wake up, with his character, he would never live alone. ”

In fact, when they heard that the young man was Zhu Li, Geng Yi and Han Xun involuntarily moved towards the light group, as if they wanted to interrupt the ceremony regardless of everything, but when they heard Zhu Qia's words, they stopped again.

Shu He and the others obviously knew Zhu Li's identity, so they didn't stop it rashly, wasn't it because of this reason? Genius remembers the first three or five in a second