The long river of time is mighty and the soup is flowing forward without any will. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed.

At this time, it was already the twenty-fourth year of the opening of the Great Sui Emperor.

Because of Fang Ming's super big Kunpeng being born out of nowhere, his wings were fanning horizontally, stirring up the wind and clouds, Yang Jian was so busy that he almost vomited blood, and he didn't have the heart to change Yuan Renshou or anything.

And Yang Guangnan's expedition failed, almost defeated, and immediately after returning to the dynasty, he was attacked, almost losing the prestige he had accumulated over the years, and he failed to successfully squeeze out Yang Yong in the 20th year of the emperor's reign and become the crown prince.

At this time, Yang Jian, the emperor of the Great Sui, was seriously ill and his condition was getting worse, and even several princes began to move.

At the time of this turbulent situation, a woman with a beautiful dress and shoes, even though she had entered the empty door, came to Lingnan, outside the Zhennan Palace.

"Please inform the king of Zhennan, just say that my old friend Fan Qinghui is visiting!"

Originally, how did the people below know Fan Qinghui's status in the rivers and lakes? But when she spoke, she naturally had the same solemn force, and the guard immediately went back to the court.

Rumble!

A moment later, the palace door opened, and an inner eunuch immediately came out and said loudly: "The king has decreed that this distinguished guest should come to the imperial garden to see him!" ”

Fan Qinghui naturally has not been to Lingnan.

But at this time, when I revisited the old place, I saw that all parts of Lingnan were open for thousands of miles, and the ships on the waterway were like clouds, and I couldn't help but sigh at the scene of the prosperous era in full swing.

Even, thinking of the person she was about to meet actually made her originally stagnant Buddha heart have a ripple.

Turning the nine palace gates, a delicate garden emerged, and the eunuch who led the way respectfully retreated, but Fan Qinghui moved the lotus step lightly and stepped into the depths of the hundred flowers.

The way of the sword has been cultivated to the point that the heart has a soul, and even Fan Qinghui, who faintly glimpsed the realm of the sword heart, followed the spiritual remote sense, directly turned around a flower bush, and immediately saw Song Que.

Then, she was shaken!

There is a bamboo pavilion among the flowers, outside the pavilion, only to see the clear spring flowing beads, the grass paves the ground, a young man with a face like a crown of jade lies on his back, Ge Yi bamboo crown, the expression is indescribably lazy and leisurely, a wine gourd in hand, exudes a rich aroma of wine.

Seeing Fan Qinghui, the young man smiled slightly, and immediately chanted: "Drinking wine and being forgiving to the monarch, human feelings are overturned. Prime Minister Bai knew that he was still pressing the sword, and Zhu Men Xianda smiled and played the crown. The grass is all wet by drizzle, and the flowers and branches are about to move in the spring breeze. Why don't you ask about the clouds in the world, it's better to lie down and eat more......"

The tone is calm, the attitude is leisurely, and the whole person is lazy to the extreme.

The red world, the young man among the flowers, I forget the things.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly arose from the bottom of Fan Qinghui's heart, constantly impacting her Buddha heart.

Fang Ming smiled slightly, raised his hand and said respectfully: "Old people see each other, Qinghui has always been good?" ”

"Kiyoe is good!" Fan Qinghui saluted slightly: "The king is closer to the way of heaven, but it is gratifying!" Qinghui is old-skinned, and she is ashamed to have no land! ”

"Huh...... I'm just leaving everything behind, and I'm just relieved......"

Fang Ming stroked his shoulder-hanging hair, and his face and posture were even a few points younger than when Fan Qinghui first saw him, as if he was a beautiful young man: "Tune the piano every day, read the golden scriptures, carve bamboo canes, and drink wine...... Learn from the world and create your own! …… It's just that Qinghui Mo laughed at me for becoming a 'ghoul keeper'......"

In fact, of course, it's not just that.

In the past ten years, he has delegated the affairs of the kingdom, lived in seclusion every day, nourished his yang god with the Taoist intention of longevity, and constantly cooperated with the Taixuan Sutra to analyze the secrets.

At this time, there was another discovery, that is, the Changchun True Qi he obtained from Tianshan Tong Grandma in the Tianlong World, which was an abnormal match with these two Taoist classics.

Under the concurrent cultivation, it not only slowly repairs the yang god, but also stimulates the effect of rebirth and rejuvenation.

By now, Fang Ming's Yang God had recovered most of it, and he was sure that he would be completely restored at the end of the Sui Dynasty and promoted to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and the flesh was even more completely perfect, forever fixed at the moment when his physical strength was at its peak.

"Qinghui admires!"

Fan Qinghui could naturally see that Fang Ming at this time was not Zhu Yuyan's face forever, but real, even the appearance and the inside, everything was at its peak! Even the lifespan has increased, although this is common in the Daqian world, but in the Datang Shuanglong world, it is a sensational thing!

At this point, Changchun True Qi can already be renamed 'Changsheng True Qi'!

"Haha...... Qinghui is here, I can't stay for a few more days, and I just happened to meet my son and three daughters! ”

Fang Ming and Shang Qingya had four children.

The eldest son was named Song Shidao, and he was designated as the heir early, focusing on training, the eldest daughter was Song Yuhua, the second daughter Song Yuzhi, and when the third daughter was born, Fang Ming had a bad taste and was directly named Song Xiuxun.

Xie Hui, who was far away in Bashu, heard the news of Fang Ming's children, and he also had a lot of thoughts, wanting to marry Fang Ming as his sons and daughters and make a marriage contract for Song Yuhua, but Fang Ming slapped him back unceremoniously.

After all, this person is still in the inspection period, maybe he will be slaughtered by Fang Ming one day, wouldn't that be pushing the girl into the fire pit?

"The king is idle and wild, and he has a happy family, which is really enviable!"

Fan Qinghui praised lightly, but was noncommittal to Fang Ming's proposal.

"Qinghui is here, but it's for Bixiu's heart?"

At this time, almost the entire martial arts knew that Bi Xiuxin was humiliated by Shi Zhixuan's traitor, and it was just when Yang Jian was seriously ill and Yang Yong and Yang Guangming were fighting in the dark.

"Exactly! Qinghui is here, and I want to ask the king for help to destroy this traitor! ”

There was a rare fluctuation in Fan Qinghui's tone.

"Huh...... Kiyoe is in a hurry! ”

Fang Ming fluttered back to the bamboo pavilion, and the heavenly sword on his waist disappeared, replaced with an inscription pillar staff.

He took a sip of the wine from the gourd, his face was calm, as if he was contemplative, but he was secretly sneering in his heart.

Whether it is Cihang Jingzhai or Jingnian Zen Temple, it seems that there is a tradition of letting others go out to fight for life and death.

The four holy monks are used as weapons for the final battle, and it is easy not to go out, but Ning Daoqi was told not to be too smooth, and in the original book, the most dangerous task of the battle with Song Que was delivered, and the old Ning was almost hacked to death by Song Que.

After all, is he a martial arts leader, a white road boss! Naturally, I had to drive my subordinates to do it.

But now.

Fang Ming couldn't help but feel a little tired, he was not as cheap as Ssangyong, and he had the consciousness of being a free thug for others.

"Qinghui has ever been to the north?"

Fang Ming was silent for a long time, but asked about other aspects.

"North?" Fan Qinghui's face changed.

Seeing this situation, Fang Ming was even more sure of the other party's original intention of not wanting to meddle in the affairs of the Great Sui, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring a subtle arc: "Yang Yong, Yang Guang...... Which one is Qinghui optimistic about? ”

"Gangchang ethics, monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, have their own judgments...... Qinghui is a monk, how dare he talk about state affairs? ”

Fan Qinghui's eyes were lowered, but Fang Ming was choked when he heard it.

'What a Buddhist who pays attention to the norms! ’

Fang Ming sneered in his heart, when, as soon as he entered the empty door, the Buddhists who had forgotten their common fate also paid attention to Confucianism?

What's more, when you personally stood guard for Li Shimin at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and did not hesitate to instigate him to kill his brother with his brother, where did the Confucian ethics and morality go?

"Qinghui knows? Yang Yong and Yang Guang have both contacted me privately and promised a lot of things! ”

As soon as Fang Ming shook his hand, the two letterheads on the table flew out and fell into the hands of Fan Qinghui.

Just looking at the handwriting, Fan Qinghui's face changed.

After all, it must be a very uncomfortable experience for the person who originally supported me to hook up with outsiders without saying hello.

Although Yang Yong promised a lot, he was still not as good as his brother...... That's right, too! He thinks that he is the son-in-law, the prince of the country, so he should naturally sit in that seat! ”

Fang Ming said leisurely.

"Could it be that the king wants to help King Jin?"

Fan Qinghui's face was very solemn.

Although Song Que has been living in seclusion in Lingnan for more than ten years and has never made a move, who in the martial arts in the world does not know his horror? The world's first knife master! A great grandmaster who is enough to stand side by side with Ning Daoqi!

At this time, Song Que's limelight has really left a lot of competitors behind, and he can almost compete with Ning Daoqi.

Not to mention, he still has the support of the entire Lingnan Kingdom behind him, which is an important force that can influence the situation in the world!

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe...... This matter should be considered after I have met the two princes! ”

Fang Ming said: "There is nothing to do left and right, why don't you let Song accompany Qinghui to the north?" ”

"Wang Shang is concerned about the safety of Lingnan, and he is willing to leave the people of the country behind, Qinghui is grateful, and he thanked ...... again"

A hint of discoloration flashed in Fan Qinghui's eyes, and he retreated, but Fang Ming was silent for a long time.

He looked up at the sky, and he didn't know how long it took to get up, and with a bamboo cane, he came to a certain place in the palace of Zhennan.

This is a hall with a strange shape, the space inside is huge, on the walls on both sides, but there are more than a dozen knives of different shapes, and on the other end of the door, against the wall, there is a huge stone in the shape of a stalagmite, dark and shiny, as high as the human body, adding another indescribable meaning to the already peculiar atmosphere of the hall.

This is the Knife Grinding Hall, and in the entire Zhennan Palace, Fang Ming has never let the second person enter.

He came to the whetstone and stood for a long time, but he did not start to engrave the lettering.

"Hee-hee...... Why didn't the king engrave the name of Shi Zhixuan? ”

With a chuckle, a figure suddenly took shape outside the Knife Sharpening Hall, and the light and shadow seemed to be absorbed by this graceful figure, revealing the other party's further level of demonic cultivation.

Fang Ming didn't move his eyebrows, because the Knife Grinding Hall was a forbidden place, so it was better to connect with the people in the Demon Gate.

Having said that, if he hadn't ordered the release of water, even if it was Zhu Yuyan, the queen of the yin, he wouldn't have been able to come here quietly. (To be continued.) )