Liu Rufeng rarely sleeps, and rarely falls asleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Every time he wakes up from meditation, he will feel refreshed and never tired, this way of cultivating vitality and warming the breath makes him almost say goodbye to the most primitive sleep, but today, from early morning to noon, he has been meditating and actually fell asleep. Xiao Furong watched his body tilt to one side all the time, looking at his face with interest, which seemed to be dreaming, changing its expression from time to time.

In fact, Liu Rufeng is indeed dreaming.

In the foothills of Taihang Mountain, dark clouds cover the sun, and the wind rolls like a dragon and a snake.

There is just a giant python that is a zhang long, hanging on the treetops, the snake's head is raised, but it does not spit out the letter for a long time, just staring blankly at the thunder that falls between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the giant python rose into the air, purple thunder added to the body, not feeling pain, but a sense of coolness and pleasure, and in a blink of an eye, the giant python had already given birth to dragon whiskers, dragon horns and dragon claws, and the scales on its body were thicker, gradually turning from dark to golden.

"Since the Empress Dayu swept the princes and the world was unified again, there has been no real dragon in Middle Earth for three hundred years.

The sky is dim, but the woman who speaks is still bright and clean, if it is made of white jade, her eyebrows and eyes are narrow, and she has the foxy face that Jiangnan women often see, and what is even more rare and valuable is that her height is more than six feet and half, which can already make many men embarrassed.

She tugged at her plain white skirt and was about to step out, but she found that the true dragon dragon that had just been achieved lowered its head and let out a terrible roar.

Above the dragon's head, stood a man.

The willow like the wind in the dream is like a wandering ghost, he can only look at it from a distance, he wants to get closer, but the gap between reality and dream makes him unable to move forward half a step. Liu Rufeng wasted a long time before he sobered up a little and saw the face of the person on the dragon's head clearly.

To be precise, it was a scruffy man like a beggar, with some minced meat on top of his uneven stubble, as if he had just eaten.

"Alas, a quarter of an hour earlier than I expected, the fine wild boar was wasted."

The dragon rolled violently, and the middle-aged man stood still.

"Scales."

The man rose into the air, drew the iron sword of ordinary color from his waist, and suddenly turned into an afterimage, wandering around the dragon's body. As soon as the iron sword came out, a scale as wide as a shield fell. In an instant, the dragon was covered in blood.

"Disemboweled."

The silver light flashed, and the blood flowed like rain, starting from the dragon's neck and along the midline of the abdomen, a bloody slit was opened.

"Cramps."

As soon as the iron sword rolled, a golden dragon tendon was pulled out of the blood crack.

The dragon roared, his voice full of unwillingness. As soon as it shook its head, it flew towards a purple thunderbolt that fell from the sky.

The purple thunder hit the dragon in the abdomen, and the middle-aged man who was cramping at this time. The man suddenly became unkempt, and green smoke rose from his body, making him look even more sloppy than he had just looked.

The man raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily: "Evil animal! ”

"Heartbreaking!"

The middle-aged man's entire body was pierced into the cracks of blood.

The dragon tumbled violently again, and the heavens and the earth shook.

But the strange thing is that since the giant python turned into a dragon, until the middle-aged man and the dragon fought, the birds and beasts around them did not flee, but began to gather here.

"Want to take advantage of the opportunity to steal dragon energy?" The woman scoffed.

"The skill of slaying the dragon has slain the dragon."

The woman turned away, not wanting to look again.

More blood flowed down from the slit of blood that stuck to the dragon's belly, mixed with flesh foam.

That's the crumbs of a dragon's heart.

The man flew out of the crack in the blood, turned around and glanced at the mutilated artifact that had just turned into a dragon, and a sneer erupted at the corner of his mouth.

He muttered, "Take the beads." ”

A pea-sized pearl flew out of the blood, small enough to compete with the sun and the moon at this time.

The mountains and forests are illuminated in white.

"It's so small." The man seemed a little disappointed, but he still took the dragon ball and stuffed it into his tattered clothes.

The woman walked out of the deep forest, and the man seemed to have some senses, turned around in the air, and looked at the very bright woman with some curiosity.

But the man's first sentence made the woman laugh: "Dare to ask the girl how old she is?" Are you a wife? ”

The woman snorted coldly, "It's your business." ”

The man smiled, and his figure fell to the ground.

The clouds cleared, revealing the sun that had turned westward.

"Then I'll treat you as twenty-eight years old, unmarried, coincidentally, the villain has never been married." The middle-aged man laughed, his face was slightly off, and he was ashamed.

"Don't talk to me, old beggar, do you know how many years it took for a real dragon to be bred in the world? Did it recruit you and provoke you? Robbed your wife or killed your father? Can't you let it live? ”

The middle-aged man was apparently stopped by the woman's question.

He never seemed to think about it.

"My master taught dragon slaying skills...... If you don't slay dragons, what's the use of learning? ”

In ancient times, there were cooks and cattle, and now there are swordsmen and dragons, all of which are the same.

But the woman is holding back her anger.

"There are people in the Jin Kingdom who raise pseudo-dragons, why don't you go and kill them?"

The middle-aged man shrugged.

"My son will inherit his father's business in the future, the real dragon will soar away, and the pseudo-dragon will be beheaded by me, won't he have no dragon to kill?"

The woman glared fiercely at the middle-aged man.

Maybe it's not the true dragon who fell after he was born, but it's just that he is not happy. She turned around and was about to leave, but for some reason, even though she knew that the middle-aged man in front of her was incomparably strong, she still couldn't have a trace of fear.

At that moment, a horse came galloping in.

"King Yan's edict! Zhenguo Gongbai is injured and quickly receives the edict! ”

The man pursed his lips.

"This old horseman, Lao Tzu and Jing Ke have some friendships, is it true that Lao Tzu is a dead soldier raised by your Yan King?"

The man is a little rebellious, and more domineering.

Liu Rufeng looked at it in a daze, and always felt that there was something missing in these pictures.

The dream slowly became blurry.

It is then shattered and fused into another dream.

Xu Gradual, Xun Wuping, Wei Zhen, Bai Mo.

Liu Rufeng didn't know why he called out the names of these four people accurately.

These four people are all weak crown age, and they all have a good skin, among which Xu gradually Xu Gongzi is known as "Jinhualang", and there are many pumps among the ladies and ladies. This is also the biggest reason why the "Four Gentlemen" have repeatedly taken credit and have not been driven away by the drunken building.

After all, relying on the drunken building is not only to raise thin horses to serve men, but also to eat both men and women, and now these four handsome little brothers are sitting here, and the female guests in the building have more than doubled than usual, how can the old bustard get rid of such a lucky cat because of that little debt?

"Yo yo, isn't this the fourth young master? The four of them asked for help, and the little one immediately called Mei Niang down and played the piano for the four males. Although the one who ran the hall didn't directly call them "young master" and changed their name to "young master", the four of them could still hear the irony in and out of the words.

But they're used to it.

Bai Mo waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Go quickly, go quickly, and have another pot of good sake." ”

Although the four of them often walked around together, their gathering was matched by Bai Mo, the scholar who looked the poorest, so Bai Mo said to drink sake, and the other three naturally stopped calling it anything else. Bai Mo only came to Fengjing last year, and he made some fame in only one year, although it was not a good reputation, but he was already very satisfied, thinking that he was just the son of an Orion in Yandi, except for a few families in the same village, who knew him?

Now, he is not only famous, but also has three confidants who can be trusted with life and death.

Even if he can't go to a famous family to mix up as a diner, he feels that this trip to Fengjing is not in vain.

The four of them walked together to a casual seat by the window, from which they could see the Dajiang Tower opposite. Bai Mo glanced at the wandering students who were also by the window on the Dajiang Tower, they were reciting the classics, but they were looking for flowers and willows, and they couldn't help but laugh at themselves. There are all the famous people on the river upstairs, but their own group of people say that they are looking for flowers for the romance, but in fact, they are not qualified to enter at all, so they just use the romance to gain fame.

If you want to go to Dajiang Tower, first make a national poem.

"Brother Mo, I listen to Mei Niang's songs every day, and you haven't gotten tired of listening to them?" Wei Zhen, whose temperament was most similar to Bai Mo, knocked on the table boringly, his eyes a little depressed.

Bai Mo retracted his thoughts and said with a smile: "Celebrities and gentlemen are looking for fun, and the precious essence is not much expensive." ”

After that, Bai Mo talked about "how to become a qualified celebrity", from pretending to be crazy to praising each other with other literati, and even where to buy a gunman if he has money in the future.

Jinhualang Xu Yan, who was carrying a sword box, and Xun Wufei, who was dressed in a green shirt and cloth, had not said a word since they entered the drunken building.

A thin lady came down from upstairs, holding a heavy guqin in her arms, and after seeing the four of them, she glanced at Bai Mo and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, there was a distinguished guest upstairs who was drunk and crazy, so he came down a little late." ”

Bai Mo waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Mei Niang can come down, Bai is already very content, let's start." ”

After all, she is just a piano master hired by the drunken building, and she does not sell herself, nor does she want to dress up with clothes, and it is precisely because of such a clear name that she can have the value of a song that is now a consistent money.

Mei Niang sat cross-legged on the seat, set up the guqin, and Xu gradually took out a three-foot Qingfeng from the box and placed it in front of her knees.

Next is a song of "Remembering the King and Sun" with the sound of the piano and sword.

Bai Mo sang softly: "Waiting for the wind and rain to be idle, but the soul is lost, and the spring is not seen when you work hard." It's just that Xiaoxiang is just a grave. Remembering the king's grandson, he was only one when the grass was yellow. ”

Xun Wufei sat upright, drank a glass of wine, and drank it again.

Wei Zhen sighed.

"Brother Mo'er's words are still so sad and melancholy."

Xun Wufei finally spit out two words.

"Third-rate."

Bai Mo laughed, regardless of Xun Wufei's cold enough to kill expression, patted Xun Wufei's back, and said loudly: "You know a fart? ”

Wei Zhen also laughed.

Xu gradually frowned, as if he was annoyed that they were making loud noises that made his sword sound unclear.

"Xu Meiren's angry appearance is even more beautiful, and she deserves to be praised by everyone from girls to old women." Bai Mo raised his wine glass and drank it all, as if he felt that the sentence just now was not enough, and added: "Of course, the old woman praised it more." ”

Xu gradually shook his head and continued to flick his sword.

Xu gradually never felt that he was a celebrity, he was adopted by Lu Guichen, the sect leader of the Sword Sect, since he was a child, he learned to read swords, he has always learned more swords and read less, but he can't imagine what kind of celebrities and scholars he is here with Bai Mo.

The people of the capital said that the white prince who was the head of the four gentlemen was powerless, but Xu gradually knew that his swordsmanship was not inferior to him.

Xu gradually tried to persuade this best friend many times, don't mix with the literary world, just take a walk around the rivers and lakes, at least it won't be like now, with a bright appearance, but in fact, there is no place to stand.

White ink drinks alcohol on an empty stomach.

It's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't afford to eat. Selling poems for wine, only one meal in two days, Xu gradually always felt that sooner or later Bai Mo would run out of oil and die in this prosperous foreign land.

Bai Mo looked out the window at the line of carriages and horses.

Twenty light horsemen opened the way, fifty foot guards guarded, and in the middle of a canopy carriage, an old man with white hair sat upright. Looking at the bright silver armor of those sergeants, there is no doubt that they must be the Yin Ce army of the Xiao family who is the best in the world. Thinking about it like this, the identity of the old man in the car is about to come out.

General Sima, Xiao Yan.

The famous general who forced King Qin to commit suicide.

Opposite this line of carriages and horses, there was another row of carriages and horses. It's just that compared with the murderous arrogance of the Yince armorer, the escort sergeant of this carriage and horse is much more immature. They were blocked by the Yince army, and they were a little panicked, and they suddenly became confused, and began to turn their heads and ears, still not peeking at the Yince armor, with admiration and fear in their eyes.

On the carriage sat an old man with a white beard, who also seemed to be hesitating.

"General Sima has arrived, and those who see it will give way."

The flag-bearer led by the Yince armor shouted very arrogantly.

The old man gave him some instructions, but Bai Mo and the others were too far away to hear them clearly. I saw that the groom gave orders to the commander of the group, and then the carriage began to turn.

"Isn't this your grandfather?"

Bai Mo tugged at Wei Zhen's sleeve.

Wei Zhen was indifferent, just stared blankly at the Great Sima General, and muttered, "The eldest husband should be like this!" ”

Xun Wuyi drank another glass of wine: "Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished." ”

The silver armor opened the way, the prime minister gave way, and General Xiao was domineering. Even Bai Mo, who has always emphasized literature and light martial arts, is a little swaying.

"Hungry ......"

Bai Mo touched his empty stomach and said warmly: "Drinking on an empty stomach really hurts my stomach, and I started to have stomach pain." Mei Niang, stop playing, come over with some food. ”

Mei Niang retreated, and Xu gradually put the three-foot Qingfeng back into the sword box.

Wei Zhen teased: "Can you afford to eat? ”

Bai Mo laughed: "Of course you please." ”

Wei Zhen is undeniable, as the grandson of Prime Minister Wei Wuji, he is now poor like this, except that the family does not regard him as an heir at all, and because he was poor by this friend who was born with a very low background and many problems.

At this point in the dream, Liu Rufeng woke up and fully understood that these dreams might not be dreams.

He also understood what he had found missing from this dream.

Liu Rufeng stood up and looked left and right.

Xiao Furong was sleeping with Situ and Si Ming.

On the hill in the distance, there was only one black-robed man who was alone.

"There's your world, it's boring. Would the world be different without you? ”

Liu Rufeng muttered to himself.