Beifeng sat in the tent, and there was a wooden box left by Li Ji on the table, and he stared blankly, not knowing what was wrong.

He reached out and touched the wooden box, almost wanted to open it, thought about it, but still held back, patted it gently, and put it away again.

The moonlight poured in, and a lamp in the tent was dim. This situation and this scene actually made people reminisce, their hearts were sour, the north wind sighed, and took out the "White Horse Sutra" given to him by Master Heng and looked at it, there have been turmoil along the way, and he has not read it for several days.

In the book, sometimes talking about the Zen of life, Beifeng raised his head to ponder, and sometimes talked about martial arts moves, Beifeng got up and gestured......

Like the north wind, there is also Luo Feng who did not fall asleep, standing alone on the Tianya Pavilion, looking at the moon and thinking far away.

Liu Shiyue walked gently from behind Luo Feng, under the moon, her face was like a pearl, she was dressed in silk pajamas, her body was graceful, and her style was varied.

"Husband......" Seeing Luo Feng in a daze, she called softly.

"Madam, why don't you sleep?" Luo Feng said sideways.

"The king is worried and the concubine is also worried." Liu Shiyue walked to Luo Feng's side, gently snuggled in his arms, and said quietly.

Luo Feng's heart suddenly melted, and he looked at her lovingly, and couldn't help hugging her tighter.

"Dad is writing again, and things are a little bit eyebrow-raising." Liu Shiyue said.

"Oh? How is it? "Luo Feng was unexpected, this old man really has two hits.

Liu Shiyue suddenly looked up at Luo Feng and blinked.

Luo Feng smiled happily and kissed it gently.

"Dad only said that it was related to Mowen Valley, he had already gone there, and he didn't say anything in detail." Liu Shiyue said shyly.

"What??? Mowen Valley! Luo Feng was shocked, he never thought it would be Mowen Valley. This Mo Wengu has always been chivalrous and righteous, how could they do such a despicable thing? Fantastic.

"Oh yes, Dad also mentioned that someone sent a letter of competition, inviting all parties in the rivers and lakes to gather in Jinghua Lake, Mowen Valley, Sanqing Palace, and Fengxue Gate have all been invited." Liu Shiyue said.

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly became complicated, Jinghua Lake? How could it be here, the land that Chang'an Mansion had just ceded to it, so coincidentally.

"Do you know when the competition will be?" Luo Feng asked.

"Husband Mo doesn't want to go?" Liu Shiyue's eyebrows frowned slightly, her mouth pursed, and she said coquettishly.

"To be honest, I want to go to the group for a while, but it's really hard to get out." Luo Feng said with a smile.

"Humph!" Liu Shiyue suddenly got angry, gently retreated from Luo Feng, and turned around.

Luo Feng smiled helplessly.

"No, no, never, I promise!" Luo Feng assured in a serious manner.

"I don't believe it, liar!" Liu Shiyue pretended to be angry.

Luo Feng stopped talking, looking at the moon, she was graceful, like a fairy descending to earth, and her heart couldn't help but be confused. I didn't think about it, so I stepped forward and picked it up.

"Ah......" Liu Shiyue said in shock.

"What can you do so that you can rest assured?" Luo Feng smiled evilly and said.

Liu Shiyue turned her head and blushed, and turned her head to look away.

Luo Feng hugged the beauty and strode over......

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At this time, a man and a horse are galloping on Shuzhong Avenue, heading to the south, in the direction of Jinghua Lake.

Riding horses and whips, accompanied by the bright moon, the green mountains are exhausted, and the flowing water soup is confusing.

Suddenly, a group of three or five people on the road, helping the old and the young, a carriage, and an ox cart pulling the coffin, walked slowly.

Near, the man gathered his horse and walked quietly, and when the men saw that the man was so polite, they bowed their hands one after another.

"Dare to ask the seniors, is this the way to go to the Sword Pavilion?" A young man asked.

"At the end of this road, turn the road to the north." The man glanced at the coffin and replied.

"Thank you, senior." The young man said respectfully.

"I don't know who is in the coffin of the strong man? Why not bury in the ground? The man stroked his beard.

"This is the Marquis of Jiangzhou, and we will be ordered by the Governor of Yangzhou to send the Sword Pavilion to the funeral." When the young man saw that the old-timers were personable, but they didn't look like bad people, they bluntly told him.

When the man heard this, the tiger's body was shocked, his heart was like a prick, and his eyes were full of light.

"Go all the way!" That's humane.

"The old-timers had a safe journey and said goodbye." The young man jumped into the carriage and hurried away with a few people.

The man stood on his horse and looked at the coffin in the distance...... He sighed: "My generation...... Withering...... Brother, go all the way! ”

The forest is bright, the road ahead is long, and the dust is gone......

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Light clouds cover the moon, and mountain birds are frightened.

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Chang'an City, Chang'an Prefecture.

A bird gently landed on the edge of the pond in the house, greedy for the fish swimming in the pond. The fish in the water are not sleeping, and neither are the people at the pool.

Chang Long stood by the pool, wearing a robe, facing the moon with his head facing the moon, frowning.

Since returning in vain, Chang Long's hair has turned completely white, and he stands alone in the courtyard every day in a daze, with a lot of worries.

Recently, when he learned that Ying Tianyang had died of illness, he was angry and bloody on the spot, fainted, and when he woke up, he didn't think about tea and dinner.

Now, this pool of autumn water, reflecting the heroes, is already dying......

"Alas...... My son, when will you grow up...... Your fish are already the size of your palm......" Chang Long looked at the fish in the pool and sighed faintly.

Qinglian came with a lantern in her clothes, in the past half a month, she has been the tenth time, seeing Chang Long absent-minded, full of sadness, and independent alone.

"Childe will come back." Qinglian knew that he missed his son, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to say directly.

"The old man goes west, and the time is not with me, ......" Chang Long seemed to be haunted by Tianyang's death, or was stimulated, and suddenly realized that he was old.

Qinglian's eyes were full of resentment, her heart fluctuated, and she didn't know what to say, so that this person who had returned ten years old could feel more comfortable in his heart......

"The moon is full tonight, and the scenery is beautiful, why not drink a few cups to live up to the night." Qinglian thought for a while and said.

Chang Long nodded hurriedly, in the past few days, I am afraid that only a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows.

……

Qinglian quickly instructed her subordinates to put wine and food on the edge of the pool.

The two sat opposite each other, raised their glasses to each other, and drank them all.

After drinking, Chang Long wiped the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, sighed lightly, and felt comfortable in his chest.

"The girl once said, keep the plum blossoms blooming in a garden, but the plum blossoms are gone, and there will be another spring in the coming year, what about the old man......" Chang Long said melancholy.

"Concubine, I just hope that the rivers and lakes will be twilight." Qinglian said sadly.

A gust of wind blew, and Qinglian's hair flew.

Chang Long held the wine glass and watched it for a long time, but he was a little intoxicated.

"The girl is really beautiful." Chang Long drank it all and said with a wry smile.

"Keep it, plum blossoms, open a garden......" Qinglian's eyes are like water, and she is quiet.

Chang Long was suddenly stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed, and suddenly realized.

"I think of me Changlong, a lifetime of horses, fighting the Turks, fighting Menghu, retreating from Tibet, Kexian Rong, ensuring peace in the west for several years, and the people living and working in peace and contentment, it can be regarded as a complete merit, and now, what more do you ask for? Hahaha......" Chang Long drank bitterly.

"My lord, ......the flowers bloom and fall sometimes," Qinglian sandwiched the vegetables for Chang Long and said with relief.

Chang Long smiled from his heart, nodded, got up, and Qinglian looked up.

"Fetch my sword!" Chang Long shouted, and the subordinates standing in the distance hurriedly ran over.

Qinglian also asked someone to bring the guqin.

……

The moon is quiet, and the wind passes through Chang'an.

By the pool, the beauty stares at her wrists, her eyebrows are graceful, and her voice is melodious...... Tactfully sad.

On the side, Chang Long pulled his cloak, waved his hand and threw it, raised his sword, moved his body, and danced slowly......

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