Introduction: No matter how much emotion you hide and how much pressure you are under, others can't feel it, so in their eyes, you are just quieter than usual.

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No one wants to disappoint others, again and again.

Bai Liang still failed to pass the make-up exam at the end of September, and the time to become a regular was extended again. He missed the benefits of the Kyushu Festival, and likewise, there was ice picking.

After the busy Kyushu Festival, a news began to circulate in the tea shop that Sister Hua was going to open a new tea shop, in the suburbs of Tanning, ten miles away from Sanlibao.

Each tea shop had to transfer people over, and after a week, the people who were going to be transferred to the new tea shop in Lewu Fang were gradually determined.

Zhou Zhilin, Yu Liushan, Jin Siye.

The main affairs of Sanlipu Fang have also settled in many speculations, Tong Wei from Longxi Fang, an old man with two years of seniority.

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The ancient city of Xitang.

On the broken ancient city wall, you can vaguely see the traces of the ancient soldiers, telling the desolation of the years, when the wind blows, you can vaguely hear the low horn, the neighing of blood and fire.

This is the site of an ancient dynasty, and now a large tourist attraction has been formed around it, and many costume dramas have also been filmed here, and the city plaque engraved with the word Xitang is almost blurred to be recognized.

The flow of tourists shuttles through the city gate hole, and the surrounding commercial signs are dazzling, and every piece of wall tiles soaked in wind and rain is constantly tinkering, silently sighing the sorrow of being buried.

In the first week of October, all of Lewufang got a chance to travel and play, borrowing people from the surrounding tea houses to work overtime for a day and come to this half of the ancient city to play.

Bai Liang didn't have any intention of playing, and the failure of the written exam made him reconsider the possibility of returning to the academy, and he seemed a little depressed along the way.

After taking a group photo, Ji Nan ran away with a few apprentices, and the others also scattered in teams, and Bai Liang followed the crowd alone, walking around the ancient city aimlessly.

Bai Liang stood on the stone wall, looking at the huge bronze chariot in the corridor, the rust on it, the front hooves of the war horse jumped high, and a long lance passed through the belly of the war horse, piercing the chariot, revealing a broken section, the tip was stained with blood, but the owner of the chariot did not know where to go, and the picture was frozen.

Bai Liang tried to slowly release his divine sense, but as soon as he touched the bronze chariot, the tragic loud sound exploded instantly, almost tearing his eardrums, and Bai Liang subconsciously raised his hand to protect his ears.

In just that moment, Bai Liang seemed to be in the ancient battlefield of tens of millions of people, blood flowing, countless soldiers charged forward with red eyes, countless chariots collided together, and every time the large war equipment poured away, countless lives were taken away, like hell on earth.

Bai Liang's spirit was so shocked that he couldn't stand still, his hands were on the stone wall, and the passers-by gave him a strange look.

He had the illusion that the ancient city had suddenly awakened to the likeness of will.

At noon, I slowly gathered in the corridor in front of the main palace, took out the food and water I brought, and a few people ate in the small inn on the side, and the price was naturally a little more expensive.

Wen Hua's husband, Jiang Mingda, an elegant middle-aged man with eyes, who is said to be in the medicinal herb business, sat on the wooden bench of the inn, talking about health preservation with Yu Liushan, suddenly stopped and looked down.

There was a soldier and horse division not far from the inn, where Ji Nan and the others were playing archery, as if they had an argument with the person in charge.

Seeing this, Wen Hua walked down and quickly brought them back, it should be a matter of price, which made it a little unpleasant.

People who ran around to take pictures came over, and Wen Hua said that there was a big performance in the afternoon, so everyone ate and rested here.

When the sun rises to the highest point, the main hall comes out with a grand music, Zhong Lu shakes, the guard of honor jumps out of the palace, the vocal music sings in unison, and nearly 100 people dance on the 100-step stairs.

I don't know how many times it has been rehearsed to have such a grand scene, as if it has reproduced the style of the ancient dynasty, which is shocking.

Then, with the support of his concubines, the king walked out of the palace and sat down in front of the guqin.

Shang Yu, the last monarch in the history of the dynasty, and a prodigy of qin music in the past and present, failed to let the decaying dynasty stand up, and indulged in silk and bamboo string music every day.

He is a joke of history and is admired by later generations.

This was the last time Qin Jun stroked the qin, and the millions of troops outside the city were silent when they heard the sound, and even some soldiers couldn't bear it, put down their weapons, and ceased fighting for one night.

That man stood at the top of the world, but he couldn't turn the tide, he could only watch the mountains and rivers being trampled by iron hooves, and the war burned all over the earth.

The next day, the national capital Xitang fell, and the Ju Dynasty declared the destruction of the country.

The western soup is gone, and Qin Jun is dead.

Bai Liang stood in the crowd below, looking up at the king of Fuqin, and returned to that turbulent era in a trance, countless soldiers holding Changge through their bodies and rushing towards the last crumbling city pass.

The next moment, he turned into a city gate again, his spirit soaked into every stone brick, and every trace of pain from the sword slashing on the city wall penetrated deep into his spinal cord, as if he was suffering.

He pushed his divine sense to the extreme, blocking the torrent of thousands of troops.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the city was closed, and there was a person who stroked the piano alone.

In the end, the city wall was broken, and the peerless man put his hands on the strings, and the sound of the piano was cut off.

The strings of the guqin are broken.

Bai Liang came back to his senses and burst into tears.

At the same time, the ancient chariot that had existed in the corridor for an unknown amount of time shook, and a piece of bronze fell and burned in the air, turning into nothingness the moment it landed.

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"Teacher Haizhu, this is my fourth written exam. ”

In Fuyao Building, more than 20 apprentices sat at a small table, waiting for the written test to start, and a boy said to Haizhu, who was in charge of the invigilation, and seemed to be very familiar.

"Then you're going to have to come on. Haizhu pulled down her ear-length hair and began to hand out the test papers, and the rustle of paper and pen in the classroom quickly became one.

Bai Liang retracted his thoughts, this was his third written test, no matter how much he missed before due to various carelessness or other mistakes, this time he had to fight for his breath.

Sanlipu Fang will open at the end of October, and it can be regarded as a gift for Zhou Zhilin to leave, Bai Liang sat straighter.

Write 10 drinks that are limited to cold drinks......

Write out the shelf life of at least 15 raw materials......

Write down the steps and data for cooking four portions of Julong......

Bai Liang and Cai Bing walked down the Fuyao Building and asked each other about their answers, the two of them also failed twice together, and their psychology was also very strong.

"What is the shelf life of chestnut powder?"

"Two years, boss, wouldn't it be nice if you wrote all five kinds of tea on that question?"

"I wrote about a year, and I was going to die, and I was afraid that I wouldn't give points for writing like that, so I wrote this uncertain fill. Bai Liang said with annoyance.

"Then I will deduct five points, I should have written the wrong question in the end, and ten points are gone. Cai Bing was not confident and looked even more lost, sending a message to her master asking for answers.

During this time, both of them brushed the questions together, and even if they didn't pass this time, they were ready to accept the blow.

Strangely, fate likes to play a joke on you.

The results were announced that night, and Cai Bing appeared on the list of passers, without the names of Bai Liang.

Bai Liang looked at the list up and down over and over again, as if he was blocked by something in his heart, and exhaled deeply.

Later, he wrote in his annual summary: I was ready to accept failure, but it was really uncomfortable to be hit again and again.

A series of congratulatory messages and shiny red envelopes swiped up in the fulcrum, and Bai Liang turned off Shenzhoutong without any mood and threw himself on the bed.

Shenzhoutong shook, it was sent by Bing Cai: "Boss, are you okay?"

Bai Liang replied briefly: "It's okay." ”

This night, Bai Liang slept early.

Regardless of Bai Liang's idea of giving up at that moment, life still has to go on, and this one must be turned over.

Wait until dawn, or go to the tea shop on time, stand on the second bar to make tea, and welcome the guests who come and go every day.

Then, Qin Yaoyao and the others would greet with concern: "Second brother hasn't taken the test, come on next time!"

"What's the big deal, my sister has also taken the exam four times, and I'll pass it next time!" Jin Siye came over and patted Bai Liang's shoulder, stood next to him, and began to make tea.

Bai Liang smiled indifferently.

No matter how much emotion you hide, how much pressure you are under, or how much pain you are under, others will not be able to experience it, so in their eyes, you are just quieter than usual.

Learning to bear it alone and digest it silently is probably part of growing up.

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The monk descended.

This new small world mode quickly became popular in the autumn and became the mainstream of Void Athletic.

The confrontation between mortals and cultivators, the rush of modern weapons and ancient supernatural powers, has captured the appetite of tens of millions of people at once.

As long as you kill a monk, you can get a cultivation book and become a member of the high-ranking cultivators, but this probability is as small as a sand in the vast desert.

There have been no otherworldly mortal cultivators yet.

The earth was full of gunsmoke, and one after another divine rainbows fell from the sky, and Chu Yang appeared at a certain birth point on the seven battlefields, and his hands tried to clench his fists, which was a little incredible.

Here, the various body data of the ontology are perfectly reproduced.

A cultivator flew through the sky with a flying sword, slashing in his hand, the ground undulating violently, cracking, swallowing a dozen mortals who could not react into the gap, and then closing and grinding, screaming and making people shudder.

Chu Yang jumped a few times, avoiding the big rift, and the cultivator noticed him, and a blue light shot out from his cuffs, like lightning, and it was in front of his eyebrows in an instant.

There was an explosion in the air, and Chu Yang's palm was dripping with blood, and the thumb-sized wooden sword was flapped away, embedded in the stone wall, and writhed wildly.

The sword cultivator's face showed anger, and he stopped in the air ten meters away, the flying sword under his feet trembled slightly, and the sword qi like a swimming dragon shook down.

Chu Yang did not retreat, but advanced, rushing towards the sword cultivator, the speed was terrifying, and the sword qi almost hit the ground with the tips of his toes.

Jian Xiu had never seen such a mortal who was so desperate, and his heart said that he was crazy, and at the moment he was stunned, a black shadow rose from the ground behind him, and he didn't know when there was an extra stone in his hand.

Jian Xiu twisted his body, and his fist ignited a riotous aura, and he wanted to beat this arrogant guy back to the world in a more violent way, where he should be.

At the moment when his body turned to the side, Jian Xiu felt as if time had slowed down, and suddenly reacted that it was actually the other party who was too fast, and the stone, the speed was faster and greeted him on his face.

The ugly stone, in close contact with his cheek, shattered, but the monk was also knocked down by the tremendous impact of the flying sword, falling like a star.

The small world suddenly fell silent.

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