Wang Xiyuan said: "Lao Feng, I think you should think about it again." ”

"If you want to train, you can go anywhere, why go north?"

"I heard that Yin Dashuai has gone to the north to defend it, but there is friction between the Xuanguo Kingdom in the east and my country from time to time. ”

"You might as well go over there, and you can defend the country. ”

Feng Xingdao said seriously: "The war with Xuanguo, in the final analysis, is a fight between the same clan, and I don't want to go over there to join in the fun." ”

He suddenly laughed and said, "By the way, where are you going, it's time to think about it, right?"

Wang Xiyuan shook his head and said, "I'm just an ordinary military department, and I have been training for two years, so I don't have anything to say." ”

Tie Shichang said: "Well, I have to think about it." ”

"What Lao Feng just said is a little enthusiastic, and I am also a little moved. ”

Upstairs, a group of people didn't know what to say.

What's so good about this!

If you go to that battlefield, you may be killed or captured by the demon at every turn, and the ending will be miserable.

A powerful warrior like them may even be raised to continue to provide flesh and blood.

Tie Shichang suddenly asked: "Where is Lao Liu going, I remember that he is also going to a distant place, right?"

Liu Moyang was silent for a moment and said, "I'll go to Fengxi." ”

There was another chaos upstairs in Hongtai.

Out of the demons in the wilderness, out of the demons in the west!

Fengxi is a province of the Tang Dynasty, but the demons are rampant in that place, and the situation is chaotic.

Fengxi was originally a large province in the west of the Tang Dynasty, with a long border and guarding the Tang Dynasty.

However, because of the evil demons raging, the area of Fengxi Province is now less than one-third.

This is a place that is not inferior to the northern border!

Demons, demons, the two are often compared to each other, because they are both very vicious.

In fact, the boundaries between the two are not so stark, and sometimes it is even difficult to distinguish them.

But one thing is certain, demons can give birth, and the origin of demons is very mysterious.

Liu Moyang seems to be silent, but this ambition is equally extraordinary.

Feng Xingdao was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Haha, this is my good brother!"

Yin Ming nodded and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, this time I hope to make a contribution, and there will be a day to meet again next year." ”

Yang Ziming also looked serious, because demons are the public enemies of mankind.

At this moment, there is no home and country in his heart, only race.

Feng Xingdao and Liu Moyang's ambitions deserve everyone's respect.

Feng Xingdao said: "Lao Wang, you see how happy Lao Yin is, you are like a girl, greasy and crooked." ”

Feng Xingdao said, raised his glass, and shouted loudly to raise his glass and drink together.

Wang Xiyuan had to smile bitterly, raising his glass, but he was rethinking his future plans in his heart.

At this time, Feng Xingdao suddenly said: "Hey, the snow has melted!"

"Hurry up, let's go and see. ”

For a while, upstairs in Hongtai, in the Tingcui Pavilion, the warriors and nobles poked their heads out one after another to enjoy the scene of melting snow in the snow hills.

At this time, the sun is rising, and the distant mountains can no longer hide the snow hills.

Without the shadow of the mountains, the snow on the snow hills melts faster.

As everyone watched, the snow gathered into a trickle and flowed down the snow hills.

Below is a small bluestone canal, and the snow water is bubbling down, and it looks golden in the sun.

The plum blossoms on both sides swayed in the wind, and the tender yellow petals fell in the trickle, and along the stream, they flowed into the north and into the river.

At this time, Yin Ming suddenly felt that someone was looking at him.

He looked over and couldn't help but be stunned.

Listening to Cui Xiaoge, there was actually a group of women staring at him, as if he was some kind of cherished animal.

Yin Ming's gaze fell on a purple-clothed girl.

The girl was dressed in purple wind, and there was pen and ink in front of her.

Even in a group of noble ladies with thousands of manners, the girl still stands out, even standing out from the crowd.

Feng Xingdao noticed Yin Ming's gaze and said, "Yo, I said Old Yin, what's the matter, it's right in the eyes?"

Yin Ming said with a smile: "Mo Hu said, just one more look, and you caught him." ”

Feng Xingdao said: "Haha, do you remember who that is?"

"Speaking of which, you guys are right, after all, your mother ......"

Feng Xingdao suddenly exclaimed, and said angrily: "Old Wang, why are you stepping on me?"

Wang Xiyuan couldn't wait to smoke this big mouth.

That girl is the daughter of the prime minister of the dynasty, just like Yin Ming's mother in the past.

Now they all know that after Yin Ming's mother married Dashuai, her life was very hard.

Now Feng Xingdao is joking around, isn't it evoking Yin Ming's sadness.

Although Yin Ming didn't think anything of it, Wang Xiyuan was really thoughtful this time.

On the side, Liu Moyang suddenly said: "Brother Yin is brilliant, why not write a poem to commemorate it?"

Feng Xingdao immediately forgot about being stepped on, and said, "Okay, good, this is going to be done!"

Immediately, someone went to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but when he looked back, he was stunned.

Yin Ming nodded, groaned slightly, and began to write on the wall.

Yin Ming didn't use a literary pen, so he directly urged the literary qi and wrote on the wall with his fingertips.

"The empty flowers fall and the wine is poured into the tank, and the snow melts on the mountain and rises on the river. ”

"The red roast is new, and the wine is small. ”

......

As Yin Ming put down his pen, the handwriting appeared on the wall.

Strangely, no powder fell from the walls.

The handwriting didn't seem to have been drawn out, but pressed out by Yin Mingsheng.

This is not logical, and for a while, everyone looked at Yin Ming blankly, unable to understand the reason.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yin Ming wrote eight sentences in a row.

However, Yin Ming pondered for a moment, but erased the last four sentences.

Feng Xingdao shouted in pain: "I said Lao Yin, what are you doing here, how did you erase it?"

Yin Ming smiled: "These sentences are a little out of place, so I won't write them." ”

Feng Xingdao shook his head and said, "You have a lot of things, a good poem is a good poem, and it must be in line with the times." ”

Yin Ming slowly turned sideways, revealing the wall behind him.

Suddenly, a sense of picture appeared in front of everyone.

The flowers fall into the river, and the wine pours into the tank.

The sun is shining, the snow is melting, and the river is rising.

The stove is thriving, the aging is lukewarm, and the sun is clear by the window.

Feng Xingdao suddenly smacked his lips and said, "This poem is not good, not good." ”

As he spoke, he shook his head again and again, looking very understanding.

Wang Xiyuan said incomprehensibly: "Old Feng, when did you understand poetry?"

Wang Xiyuan didn't understand, even Yin Ming, an expert, didn't speak, what was he talking about?

However, looking at Feng Xingdao's expression, it didn't seem like he was pretending, as if he really felt bad.

Feng Xingdao said triumphantly: "You see, the good poem before made people feel full of spirit and pride. ”

Tie Shichang echoed: "Yes, yes, this poem is not good, it is soft at a glance, it is not worth mentioning!"