"That's all for the next word, Master Hou should make a decision early."

After Wu Shifeng finished speaking, he leaned over, coughed, turned around and left the garden, leaving without any nostalgia.

He was not from the Southern Imperial Court in the first place.

It's just that by mistake, he took over the name of this long history of bandits, and now he says these "big rebellions", even if he returns the favor of the old man Weihou.

This old man is a good person.

If yes.

Wu Shifeng didn't want to see him, and ended up with no bones.

And seeing the ghost scholar leave, Wei Hou's face was also solemn.

Wu Shifeng is considered to have taken out his heart today, he has said everything that should be said and what should not be said, but what he can think of, how can Weihou not think of it?

It's just that he is a soldier and can't sit in court, so he can only act in the law of a soldier.

If you can destroy the northern country before the national fortunes of the southern country dissipates, maybe this Zhao family can still be saved.

"Ugh..."

Zhao Lian sighed.

He looked at the flowers in the courtyard that bloomed on a spring day, and his heart was quite uneasy.

His plan to march was a big gamble.

He himself knows very well, but at this point in the current situation, the world is no longer the world in his memory, what else can he do except press everything and gamble?

Do you really want to learn from your nephew Zhao Hu, lead the troops back to King Anqin, and drive Zhao Ming down from the throne?

"Thieves hurt people!

Dongling Demon Evil, I heard that he was killed by Shen Qiu, hehe, that wolf ambition dog thing, can be regarded as a good thing.

Good death, good death.

If you can rush into Lin'an again, kill the third national teacher, what a bullshit fairy girl, and save the court of the country and the court to calm down, so that Ming'er will know her way back.

Zhao Biao's hatred... Don't report it. ”

Zhao Lian sighed again.

He knew it very well.

Zhao Biao's death was partly because Shen Qiu went crazy.

The other part is also Zhao Biao's own fault, if he hadn't been mixed with that bullshit immortal at the beginning, he would not have caused this murderous disaster, and Zhao Lian had also heard of it.

He felt that things were not like the rumors of the Jianghu people, it was all Shen Qiu's evil.

Thinking of the death of the Dongling National Master in Taihang, Wei Hou realized in his heart, maybe Shen Qiu's spearhead was aimed at these demons outside the world at the beginning.

Zhao Biao, he was just implicated.

This is the sorrow of the old man.

The old men have lived a lifetime, and they have enough life wisdom to distinguish everything and see everything clearly, but seeing it clearly does not mean that they can let it go, let alone stop it in advance.

When people get old, they are a little powerless.

Wei Hou's heart was disturbed, he only felt a period of depression, and his heart was also a little panicked, and the scene of Zhao Biao's head being shattered flashed back and forth in front of his eyes, making the old man's heart depressed.

He staggered to his feet, feeling a dizziness in his heart, and hurriedly held on to the pillar at his hand.

You can't pour it yourself.

can't fall yet, after Zhao Biao's death, he is Ming'er, the last backer of the southern country.

Before pacifying the world, you must not fall.

We must not let Li Shouguo, Shen Qiu and others see jokes.

Wei Hou raised his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the dim sky above his head, he seemed to see Shen Qiu's murderous nephew's face with a bloodstained smile in the clouds.

Damn it!

Thief!

After he destroys the northern kingdom, he will raise the army again, and invite you, the demon of the left way, to drink a glass of wine, which can be regarded as thanking you for eliminating the demon for the country, and then settle accounts with you!

The golden cup is drunk together, and the white blade is not spared.

Jianghu affairs, Jianghu affairs.

The old man propped up his body, alone, looking at the sky at dusk.

The thoughts in the heart are also like wandering in the world.

At the beginning, when I was young, if I was a Jianghu person, instead of a teenager in the army, I would have made a name for myself, and the world admired him, I am afraid that he would be much more relaxed than now.

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The Western Regions, the top of the holy volcano.

Wearing a white dress and white skirt, with a white veil on her face, and all kinds of elegant and delicate gold and silver jewelry, she made the once thin girl become amorous.

On Lei Shiyin's forehead, there was a golden streamer.

If you look closely, it looks like a flaming flame pattern.

She stood on the top of the mountain, it was very cold, everywhere she looked, there was a white snow-capped mountain, but she did not feel cold, on the contrary, her body was full of warmth.

"Whew"

The long chirping of the eagle echoed in the sky, and Shiyin raised her head and let the cold wind blow the veil.

Under the veil, the Holy Flame Maiden showed a heartfelt smile.

She stretched out her hand, and the flying beast in the sky also swept down from the sky, and stopped on Lei Shiyin's slender arm, this body was as petite as ever.

But the addition of the holy fire filled her with destructive power.

Not martial arts.

It's a different kind of force.

"Xiao Tie has sent a letter again."

Shiyin took down the rolled up letter from the claws of her beloved pet, just like a young girl, hiding on this snowy peak in the world, unfolding the letter, and reading it carefully.

She didn't really care about the content of the letter.

Some things are not something that can be told by words, although the two are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles away, but whenever Hongyan passes the book, the two hearts seem to be very close.

"This wood!"

After reading the letter, Shiyin stomped her foot with some dissatisfaction.

She had obviously sent several letters to ask Xiao Tie to take off Tiangang Jia and other harmful things, but the stubborn Xiao Tie just didn't want to put it down, saying that the thing was there, so that his physical potential would be tapped all the time.

Shiyin asked Yang Tao how terrible Tiangangjia was, and she also knew why her future husband wanted to force himself to that extent.

He didn't just want to be strong and go to the appointment to marry him.

He didn't want to let himself fall behind his brothers, he didn't want to let himself fall behind Shen Qiu's brother and other demonic warriors, he was chasing that back, chasing with all his might.

"Forget it, marrying a chicken with a chicken, marrying a dog with a dog, so stubborn, it's a good thing. Let's work together. ”

Shiyin chuckled.

She gripped the letter tightly, a flame rising on the paper, burning it to ashes, and she opened her palms to let the ashes fall from her fingertips.

When the last wisp of ash flew up, the sound of footsteps came from behind Shiyin.

"The saint has leisure and elegance today, and she goes into the mountains to see the inaccessible scenery of the Western Regions, why don't you find the old man together?"

Yang Taozhang walked on the peach stick, smiling and stepping on the cold and windy mountain road, wearing a shabby dress, just like a bad old man, and he didn't pay attention to pomp and circumstance.

In the midst of the gray hair flurry, he walked up to Lei Shiyin.

With a look like a granddaughter, he looked at the petite woman dressed in white, like a snowy elf.

He said:

"The flame has become more and more prosperous, and in just a few months, it has returned to the state it was in a few years ago, Shiyin, you are really well-behaved, and the old man is very satisfied and very happy."

"It's good if you're happy."

Shiyin didn't have any disgust, she said in a casual tone.

Then, she turned her head as if to share a secret, and said to Yang Tao:

"The wisp of the holy flame you sent to the Seven Peerless Gates a few days ago, I moved a little bit of my hands and feet, aren't you angry?"

"Why be angry?"

Yang Tao turned his head with a smile, and he said to Shiyin:

"Being able to do something in the thousand-year-old flame shows that Shiyin's connection with the holy flame has exceeded the old man's expectations, and the old man is too late to be happy, how can he be harsh on you?"

"But Zhang Chu will die."

Lei Shiyin said seriously:

"I don't want him to die so comfortably, so easily.

I arranged a very painful and painful death for him, he will die a miserable death, so miserable that tens of thousands of souls in Luoyang City can let go of their hatred and die peacefully. ”

Yang Tao's face remained unchanged, he held the peach cane in both hands, and said softly:

"If he Zhang Chu dies or not, what does it have to do with the old man?"

"Well, you're a big villain."

Lei Shiyin saw that the trick didn't take effect, so she pursed her lips and didn't say anything about it anymore.

After a few breaths, Shiyin suddenly spoke:

"There is a voice in the fire."

"Huh?"

Yang Tao turned her head in surprise, looked at Lei Shiyin, and said:

"What sound?"

"A voice that calls itself the Flame King, but is supposed to be dead, leaving only something echoing."

Lei Shiyin frowned and said:

"I don't know if the old saints heard it, but I did."

"Don't bother."

Yang Tao waved his hand, he looked at the sky, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"What is dead, there is no need to remember.

What matters is the present, what matters is the future, what matters is that the kingdom of light that will eventually descend on earth, and in the light that tears through the darkness, the flame will also wash away all dirt. ”

"Then you have to take care of me."

Lei Shiyin stretched out her hand, like a granddaughter supporting her grandfather, holding Yang Tao's wrist and sending a ray of holy fire into his old body, helping him continue his little life.

The saint whispered:

"I'm not going to let you die, Yang Tao."

"You can only die at the hands of one person, that is my husband, before that, no matter what happens, you will not die, I will not allow you to die early.

And once you die, the Holy Fire Cult will fall into my hands.

I will use this power to help my girlfriend win the world!

The bright world you want will not come!

At least it won't be in my hands. ”

"It's up to you."

Yang Tao smiled, with the support of Lei Shiyin, walked down the snow peak, and not far away, Steward Zhao, who was wearing thick cotton clothes, was waiting for the eldest lady to go down the mountain.

"As long as the flame is not extinguished, whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."

"But that world will come, Shiyin, no matter how much you stop it, it will definitely come... Maybe it's not like the old man's imagination of the kingdom of light.

But it will come. ”

Yang Tao closed his eyes and whispered:

"I may not see it, but you will see it, and you must see it with your own eyes."

"The old man never doubted it."

"The holy fire is blazing, the holy fire is clear, burn my body, give me glory."

Yang Tao left first, and said hello to Steward Zhao gently before leaving, but won a cold eye.

After the old man left Peach Blossom, Steward Zhao took out the clothes in his arms, as in Luoyang before, draped on Lei Shiyin's body, he had already given birth to white hair, and said in a babbling voice:

"Miss, how many times have you said it, it's cold here, you have to add clothes when you come out. Let's go, go back with the old man, and prepare your favorite snack for you today. ”

"Uncle Zhao, let's eat hot pot today."

Lei Shiyin said with a smile:

"I suddenly want to eat it."

"Okay, let's eat hot pot today, let's go, go down the mountain, and this will be prepared for the eldest lady."

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"Big brother, in the letter left by my father, he repeatedly told me that the place is very strange."

Nearly a month later, at the foot of Taozhu Mountain, Xiao Tie, who was wearing Tiangang armor and carrying a giant sword, was facing Shen Qiu, who was wearing white clothes and black robes, with a hat, and empty hands, and said:

"If you're going there alone, be careful."

"Hmm."

Shen Qiu nodded and said to Xiao Tie:

"You accompanied Zhang Lan to Miaojiang to find Uncle Feng and ask for poison techniques, this journey is long, and your outfit is very eye-catching, so you must pay attention to safety.

When encountering something, discuss it with Zhang Lan more, that product has a scheming mind and can help.

In addition, if my estimate is good, after half a year, you can go to Guangxi, and I will wait for you in Qingyang Mountain. ”

"Hmm."

Xiao Tie nodded, that originally green face has now become resolute, it really looks like a man has grown up, two or three heads taller than Shen Qiu, walking on the road, like a giant.

He took a step back, hugged his fist at Shen Qiu and said goodbye, and then buckled that ghostly face under his helmet and covered his face tightly.

Shen Qiu watched Xiao Tie go to Zhang Lan's side.

The pace is steady.

It must have hurt.

Shen Qiu thought that Xiao Tie was wearing Tiangang armor, and every move had a steel spine stabbing body, and there was a holy fire to heal the wounds, so that the fresh pain that walked with him was almost impossible to get used to.

But under the pain, he is getting stronger every minute and every second.

He forged himself into a monster who pursued the limits of his power.

"But who isn't?"

Shen Qiu waved his hand at Zhang Lan, and the moment he turned around, he whispered:

"In my Lechuan Sect, everyone is a monster who swallows the past and chases the future, well, it's been a long time since anyone has walked through the rivers and lakes, it's really relaxing.

There is a little haoran qi in his chest, and the wind is roaring for thousands of miles. ”

Shen Qiu turned over and put the hat wrapped in black yarn on his head, he pulled up the reins of the horse, and let the horse carry him out of the mountain.

The robe flies, and the robe flows.

Shen Qiu's eyes slowly narrowed, and he had a squinting smile like a flower blue.

He thought to himself:

"I heard that there is a very lively meeting in Jinling, worship Uncle Ren, and report to him on the way, stop by to have a look.

It should be interesting to think about it, right? ”