The morning light is faint, and the smoke is curling.

There is a Guanyin temple in the east of Shuofang City, and there is a black-clothed monk living in the temple. As in the past, the old monks did not start to eat until the bell rang three times. After breakfast, the old monk and an old woman who came here last night to pray for the Buddha talked about the Dharma again, the woman shook her head after listening, but the old monk nodded and sang a low Buddha horn, Amitabha.

The woman sighed, took her leave, and walked alone to Shuofang City. Not far from the Zhenbei Wangfu, I found a breakfast shop, bought a bowl of clear soup chaos for three cents, sat on a wooden bench, and looked at a yellowed ancient book while eating. The old woman, with her hair full of hair and kind eyes, rested her cane on her knees, and her eyes were very close to the yellowed pages, perhaps because the old man's eyes were not very good. The old man looked at it very carefully, as if he was afraid that he had missed a word.

On the third day of the fourth month, it is advisable to get married.

The old woman raised her head, looked at the gate of the palace not far away, and patted her knee with her palm after staring for a long time, as if letting go of a matter of concern, the corners of the old man's mouth raised slightly, and said softly: "Good day." ”

Since the woman entered Shuofang City, the middle-aged man who had been following behind her responded casually: "After all, it is the son who marries, and the father really doesn't care." ”

"You don't have to speak for that kid, I know all too well what his temper is. When the old man was alive, he often said that all the children of my family should avoid being poor and losing their morale, avoiding wealth and deceiving others, avoiding flattery and causing trouble, and avoiding laziness and abandoning school. The eldest husband was born in the world, beware of being ambitious, diligent and studious, not forgetting his roots, and not being evil. This is probably the most words that the old man has said at one time, and it is also something that the surnamed Zhang has pursued all his life. So even if it looks strange to others, I can understand it, but trouble is still inevitable after all. The woman looked worried, and it was okay to abide by the rules of the older generation, but it was always necessary to divide the occasion and who was right. The woman then shook her head and smiled helplessly, saying that perhaps he should not have said so.

A marriage that attracted the attention of the world, as if the prince sitting in the north did not care much, except for the golden covered bridge in Shuofang City two days ago, the entire Zhenbei Wangfu seemed to have no action, and there was originally a rumor that the grand wedding banquet to be held was not in sight, and the officials of the northern states did not receive any invitations about the wedding banquet, even Sun Xuan, the head of the civil official who was regarded by the entire northern officialdom as having a good personal relationship with the prince, was the same, even if there was no verbal notice.

"Xu is the prince has his own competition in his heart. ”

The old woman did not answer, but got up and left on crutches.

The middle-aged man behind him couldn't help but ask, "You, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"I said okay back then, it's no longer in accordance with the rules for me to come here, if I have to go in and ask for a cup of tea, then where will the two families put their face. The woman waved her hand and motioned for the middle-aged man not to follow the way.

The old woman walked slowly on the long street of Shuofang City on crutches, and on the blue brick road where people came and went, she seemed a little lonely.

When I was young, I flipped through the book, and I saw only four words in a single shadow, but I didn't understand its deep meaning, and I only knew the word loneliness, and now it seems that it is just a bleak autumn breeze. The morning bell is still the same, the cooking smoke is still there, it is a bright and sunny day in spring, but some people are still living in the cold winter.

The woman with gorgeous hair paced slowly on the long street, everything around her seemed to have nothing to do with her, and all she could see and hear was just the clinking of canes and bricks.

Passing by an iron-striking shop, the woman suddenly stopped, stared at the furnace in the shop for a long time, and finally paid thirty taels of silver and struck a simple long knife, but the woman did not take it away, saying that it was left for a new couple.

Leaving the blacksmith shop, the woman made a special detour to the restaurant not far from Jinghong Tower, but the drunkard did not mean to drink. The young Taoist priest who set up a fortune teller outside the door of the restaurant couldn't help frowning after seeing the visitor, and then greeted the guest with a smiling face, set up the sticker, and after putting the copper coin, the Taoist asked with a soft smile: "The old lady wants to count a hexagram?"

The woman smiled back, took out a small bag of copper coins and laid it on the table, and asked, "I wonder if you can help me with my doubts?"

The Taoist picked up the money bag, put it in the palm of his hand and weighed it, and suddenly his face was happy, and said: "Thirty taels of silver, thirty taels of copper, the old man is a big deal." I just don't know where the remaining thirty taels are going to be used?"

"What does the Taoist think?"

"Thirty taels of snowflakes and silver cast knives, thirty taels of copper coins for hexagrams, thirty taels of gold to buy life, the way to survive on the Huangquan Road, to cut off the luck of luck with a knife, to ask for directions with a stone of divination, and finally to buy a life with money. Madame's request seems to be not small, but everything pays attention to the word order, if the poor Dao wants to be a wicked person and does not let you get your wish, what should you do?" the Taoist smiled playfully.

The woman was not annoyed, and still smiled: "I think that Daoist Lu should probably not do such things that harm others and himself." ”

The Taoist who was pointed out to his feet changed his previous laughing appearance, put one hand on the table, his eyes were indifferent, and said in a deep voice: "But I don't love adult beauty either." ”

The woman was silent, still smiling.

"It's amazing to hold that scholar's handwritten codex. Well, since he opened his mouth, I'll help you with this favor. The Taoist grabbed the copper coin of divination on the table, threw it casually, glanced at it, and then said: "Patrol the night tour, and order a hundred ghosts." If you see the mountain, you will live, and if you encounter water, you will die. ”

As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, the woman gave out something, a palm-sized seal, but there was no seal.

"A little caution is not a respect. ”

The Taoist put it in his sleeve, and at the same time he couldn't help but complain with joy: "There are strange things every year, and this year is especially many." ”

After the woman left with a smile, the Taoist raised his foot and kicked on the back of the yellow dog at the table, and scolded: "Dog things, dog things, mixed eating dog things waiting to die." ”

The yellow dog remained motionless, as if dead.

The Taoist slumped on a chair and looked up at the sky, "Busy places are not chaotic, you must close your mind and cultivate your mind, you must not be moved when you die, and you must see through things when you are alive." ”

The Taoist gently tapped his cheek with his fingers, stunned, and the previous seal couldn't help but remind him of an annoying old man, an old man who liked to drink and pretend to be drunk, and never paid. I remember that the only time the old man paid for the wine by himself was because the senior brother took the juniors and disciples to pit the old man once.

The few happy times for Taoists seem to be the days of study.

The time of youth is always very short, and most of the rest of your life is involuntarily.

The birds swept across the sky, leaving behind a hiss.

The Taoist whispered, "After all, it will be sand in the palm of your hand." ”

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In the palace, after the family had breakfast, Zhang Linxuan, who stayed in the palace, hung up red lanterns all over the palace with his father, and checked the blessings that his mother and two aunts had stayed up for most of the night yesterday, and then hung the blessings written on the red cloth on the pomegranate tree that grew in the southeast corner of the palace.

The third prince liked to eat pomegranates when he was young, and the old prince personally went to southern Xinjiang to dig a plant back, planted it in the house, watered and fertilized it himself, and finally fed it, he wanted to eat pomegranates with the whole family, but the fruit on the tree was really a little pitiful.

After the father and son were busy, they sat under the tree and chatted for a while.

Zhang Linxuan actually didn't understand his father's intentions, why a marriage that the entire Daxu was concerned about, the palace wanted to do so simply. If the teenager is not bad, the officials in the Beijing states are in the same mood as he is at the moment, and it may be more complicated. It's not that everyone is in danger, but there will always be some people who can't sit still.

Knowing his son, Mo Ruo's father, the son's thoughts The old prince can guess anything, so he opened his mouth and smiled: "Xuan'er, my father is a bitter person in your eyes?"

"Naturally not. ”

The old prince patted Shao Naonian's bag lightly, and then explained: "Actually, it's not just your third brother, it's the same for several of you to marry in the future." When the auspicious time enters, burns incense and worships the ancestors, and enters the hall to worship heaven and earth, even if the ceremony is completed. In the evening, the family gathers around for a meal. ”

"In this way, it seems to be a little ......" Zhang Linxuan didn't know what to say, and always felt that something was weird.

"A bunch of people are noisy but not beautiful, the family has a meal together quietly, not proposing a grand wedding banquet, full of guests, I just hope that the two children can live a good life in the future. What's more, our family really doesn't have any relatives anymore. After the last sentence was finished, the corners of the old prince's mouth, which were originally raised, disappeared unconsciously.

The old prince joined the army as a young man, at the age of sixteen, he was already the youngest hussar general in the history of Daxu, leading a pro-army, most of the soldiers were the children of the Zhang family, every time they attacked the city and plundered the battle, they were killed in battle, and this self-proclaimed tiger cavalry soldier was the first.

The old prince and the crown were crowned kings and led the land of the three states in the north, but the thirty years of sitting in the north really can't talk about how peaceful they are. In the first ten years, there were local tyrants who did not obey the law and acted recklessly, and outside there was a wasteland and a golden horde, eyeing the south. Internal and external troubles must be prevented. As the first adviser under the tent of the Zhenbei Army in the past, the thin literati who was honored by all the officers and soldiers of the Zhenbei Army as Mr. Su did not hesitate to be killed, and used extreme methods to bend the backs of all the wealthy families in the land of Sanzhou, and had to bow down to the Zhenbei Palace. When he was critically ill, he made 12 marching strategies and 13 treatment policies, and finally contributed to the epic battle in front of the city in the north of the town before his death. At an extremely painful price, the Zhenbei army annihilated the main force of 300,000 people in the wasteland, and the old prince even wore armor and held a sword, drove straight into the hinterland of the wasteland, fought for thousands of miles, and personally beheaded the lord of the wasteland.

After this battle, the bright red blood in front of Zhenbei City was washed away by heavy rain for several months before it completely disappeared.

There were good deeds in Kyoto City who counted the battle losses of both sides, and they wanted to use it to slander the Zhenbei Wangfu for acting ruthlessly, but instead they helped the north to block the mouths of the people of the world. The wasteland is known as the 500,000 troops in the south, and the 300,000 main cavalry were all annihilated in the Zhenbei Chengguan, and it is expected that within 40 years, there is no hope of going south; all the 200,000 foot soldiers in Zhenbei City were killed, and the cavalry was in nine battalions, and the 100,000 people fought to the end and there were only 1,000 people left.

In addition to the battle report statistics on the surface, there is also a handwritten letter from the promise on the desk of Emperor Daxu, and the envelope is written with the words "Your Majesty personally opened, and it will be destroyed after seeing it".

No one knows the specific content of this letter, but there seems to be a rumor in the palace that the king of Zhenbei was once hit by a hundred arrows, but he still dragged his sword to fight, beheaded the head of the lord of the wasteland, and sat on the mountain of corpses, not knowing life and death.

Therefore, there was an inference in the Zhaoyang Hall that was enough to shock the people of the world, but it was not circulated. Counting the current Daxu Tianzi, the number of people who know and live is only a handful.

Zhang Linxuan's expression was solemn, and he bowed his head and was silent. It's not that the Zhenbei Wangfu has no relatives, but a series of battles that have emptied everyone. If the children of those families who have made great achievements in the war have not died on the battlefield, it is still unknown what the situation of the current northern border, or the Zhang family is today, but it is nothing more than that Kyoto is sleeping more and more unstable, and the northern border is sleeping more and more sweetly.

Zhang Linxuan was born in Jinghe ten years, when the war had just begun, and relatively little was known about this unjust war in the mouths of later generations. Mr. Han Lihan in the backyard of the palace only roughly described the battle with the boy, but it was mostly a military transfer between the two sides for the purpose of school examination. There are very few files about this battle, and there are no relevant records in the military camps in the north, and even the Wangfu Wenyuan Building, which contains all the case reports in the north, is also unrecorded.

This is known as the capital of the world's Zhenbei Library, located in the backyard of the palace, on weekdays it is just a two-story small bamboo building, but the bamboo building is built under another 18 floors, there is a different world. One of the floors is dedicated to all the secret stories in the north, and if you can't find them here, it's naturally impossible to find them anywhere else.

In the past, Mr. Han, who explained military law to teenagers, often talked about this place with yearning and loneliness, often stopping by the window, looking at it and sighing, sighing at the dry bones outside the city pass, sighing at the chic literati who killed decisively and cruelly, and sighed at the young man Zhang who was still in his prime of life.

The eldest prince of the royal palace, who has been a model for his brothers since he was a child, once commented on this unjust war in the mouth of later generations. In the world, the benefit is in the stability of decades, the people can rest in peace, all things can get their time;

Han Li and Sun Xuan particularly appreciated the straightforward words of the past, but there were some scribes and Confucian scholars who boasted of their heroic and righteous spirits in their chests, but they criticized it, thinking that they had no gentlemanly demeanor, and exchanged the honor and disgrace of a family for the benefit of the world.

The eldest prince of Zhenbei City, who seems to have never been angry with anyone in his life, is rarely a little unhappy and angry, but it is the younger brother who doesn't like to read and is lazy all day long. ”

After hearing this, the former young man who suddenly laughed rewarded his younger brother with a chestnut, gently tapped it on his forehead, and pretended to be angry: "You are crooked." ”

Later, it was rumored that the young Seventh Prince led a group of domestic slaves, carrying heavy gifts, and went door to door to the so-called "Zhilan Room" of those who pointed out the country, and "raised" nearly one million taels of silver on the pretext that the palace was repairing various water conservancy projects in the north. The reason why it is rumored is because none of the "great benevolent people" who are "willing to give" dare to admit that they have really been "visited", after all, the taste of a blue nose and swollen face rests on anyone, and no one feels good. As for Zhang Linxuan's reasoning, it's very simple, don't you want to harm the family and benefit the world, master, I will fulfill you.

The father and son, who were sitting under the pomegranate tree, suddenly began to remain silent, bowing their heads in contemplation, their brows slightly furrowed as if they were both reminiscing about some old things.

Zhang Linxuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Father, are you worth it?"

The old prince smiled and said: "Xuan'er, you have to understand what people have to do in this life. As for the final result, don't take it so seriously, there are good and bad, there are hopes and regrets, this is life. ”

Looking at Zhang Linxuan's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, the old prince continued: "The Zhang Xiao family does have a lot of grievances, but these are all later. I just said that the days when I stepped on the mountains and rivers with the king of Nan'an, in fact, I just did the duty that a general should do, no matter what I sacrificed, I finally ensured the safety and health of a country, so it was worth it. Sitting in the north and refusing to defend the desert is also to protect the safety of a place, so it is also worth it. ”

Sitting under the tree, the old prince suddenly hugged the young man's shoulders and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, don't look ahead and backward in the future, do whatever you want to do with confidence and boldly, and your father will give you something to carry around." ”

Zhang Linxuan got up, his eyes were resolute, and he bowed solemnly to his father. There are some things that teenagers are really going to start doing.

The old prince stood up, nodded and said, "Go to the bamboo building tomorrow and talk to that person, and after the discussion, you can go south." ”

Zhang Linxuan snorted.

The old prince smiled: "Today, let's get busy with business first and go to the south of the city to pick up relatives." ”

The young man left, and the old prince stood in place waiting for someone. A moment later, a young general walked up to the old prince and presented a secret letter. There was only a lone vermilion "Cao" stamp on the envelope, and nothing else.

After the old prince took the letter, he tore off the ink and read it immediately, and there were only a few words written on the white paper in the letter, "The wind rises, and the sword arrives." ”

The old prince nodded and said, "I already know." And go back and tell your general, you don't have to deliberately stop him, the guest comes to the door with gifts, and the host sees it, so what's the matter. ”

"The last will understand. ”

"Stand down. ”

"The last will retire. ”

The old prince patted the dust behind him, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly and leisurely, planning to go back to the room for a cup of tea.

There was originally only the sound of the wind, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "The old slave is willing to give it a try." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

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Noon is approaching, and the time is approaching.

The send-off procession from Kyoto Castle had already stepped off the golden covered bridge and walked slowly towards Shuofang Castle. Approaching the south gate of the city gate, the promise of the messenger who sent off relatives suddenly stopped outside the city gate, and the little boy behind him pushed the chair aside. After seeing the entire send-off procession pass through the hole in the city gate, Xu Promise raised his head slightly, staring at the gold lacquer plaque on the city gate, the middle-aged man with a left eye that was different from ordinary people seemed to be thoughtful. Xu Yu's brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a slight arc, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was deliberately talking to the owner of this place. The host didn't seem to care about this unkind guest, and didn't pay attention to it at all.

The promise was still unwilling, and he opened his mouth and laughed: "The enemy maliciously came to the door, is it possible that the master's family still has to open the door and fulfill the friendship of the landlord?"

A mellow voice suddenly sounded in Xu Yu's ears, "Please enter the urn, close the door and beat the dog." ”

"As it should be. After hearing this, Xu Promise smiled and nodded, as if he had been granted. This man, who can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, seems to be suddenly a little sad, but this emotion is fleeting. Xu Promise glanced at the word Shuo Fang on the plaque, his eyes were cold, and he gently waved his hand and ordered the little boy behind him to push himself into the city.

The send-off procession that had previously passed through the hole in the city gate stopped for some reason. After Xu Yu came to the side of the third prince again, he looked at it and saw a middle-aged man with a generous appearance, half-shirtless, holding a sharp long knife, alone in the middle of the long street, just blocking the way of the family sending procession.

The man had an iron hammer at his side, simple in quality, made of the lowest grade Yanzhou Wujin, a black iron ore that was once mistaken for the best material for refining. Hundreds of years ago, there was a person in Zhongzhou who was famous for refining weapons, but at the juncture of the avenue that should have broken through the realm and soared, he was tragically robbed by the thunder. The magic weapon that was originally prepared for the Thunder Tribulation suddenly collapsed at the most critical moment, and the Thunder Tribulation descended, destroying all the Qi Sea Acupoints in this person's body, and it was hopeless to soar. Afterwards, after a lot of refining practice, the disciple of the Mo family, Gong Cheng, came to the conclusion that the black gold was the most inferior thing in refining, and it could not fight against the thunder tribulation at all. However, as for why this object was once regarded as a high-grade refining weapon, the entire Mo family failed to give an explanation. Afterwards, there seemed to be a rumor among the fairy gates on the mountain, as the former Mo family giant, he was punished by the Confucian Confucian Temple for this incident and went to the isolated island of the South China Sea, and he was not allowed to return to the earth of the world within the Jiazi.

The thick man crossed the knife in front of him, slowly spoke, and said in a calm voice: "Please ask the eldest princess Daxu to try the knife." ”

Daxu Wenhou, who was originally on horseback with his eyes closed, heard this rebellious remark, suddenly opened his eyes, glared angrily, and scolded sharply: "Presumptuous!"

Among the last ten people in the team, a white-clothed swordsman soared out of the air and landed in front of the team, looking at the rough man in front of him, the white-clothed swordsman was full of disdain, and sneered: "Country man, how can you let my princess Daxu try the knife?!"

The swordsman drew his sword and stabbed in the wind, and when the sword light flickered, the white-clothed figure was already gone. When the white-clothed swordsman reappeared, the tip of the long sword in his hand was less than three inches from the man's chest. The swordsman held the hand of the sword and shook it slightly, intending to outline an extremely perfect arc in an instant, and stir his heart and lungs with the tip of the sword, causing it to bloom into a brilliant blood-colored lotus.

The next moment, the man's long knife had already taken the lead and cut his neck, and a cold light faintly flashed at the wound on his neck. The swordsman froze in place, and the sword in his hand could not go further.

The promise on the wheelchair suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "A hundred hammers become steel." This long door practice technique really lives up to its name, and it is really rare to practice such a sword intent from a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron. ”

As promised, the knife is indeed very ordinary, but the killing intent on the knife is very pure.

The promise then broke this person's heel and said with a smile: "Nagato refiner, known for being good at forging blades. However, since the mysterious disappearance of the previous master, Nagato's situation has been changing day by day. It's ridiculous that this Changmen Song Fuyi is now someone else's dog for a mere thirty taels of silver. It's Nagato's misfortune, but it's my blessing. I can't bear to see three things in my life, the beauty is white-headed, the hero is late, and there is no medical treatment for a long time, but I am only happy to see this person becoming a beast. ”

The dignified-looking man was not at all annoyed by these words, but instead showed a smile and said: "There are still people in a small Shuofang City who know Changmen Song Fuyi. Look at your left eye and your feet are disabled, I think you should be a child of the Xu family in Yuzhou, promise Xu Wenhe. ”

"It's sad to have a dying old dog write down his name. ”

The man was still not annoyed, and still smiled: "Why should Wen Hejun be so aggressive, and spend more time with an old dog, isn't it boring to find himself?"

"It's a dog, just lie on your stomach and bark when you come out, and you will inevitably be beaten to death by someone. Xu Promise's eyes were cold and gloomy.

The man no longer spoke, but just tightened his grip on the hilt, kicked the white-clothed swordsman who was originally holding the sword in front of him to the side, replaced the original right-hand knife with a left-handed knife, still with a horizontal knife in front of him, took a step back with his right foot, and bowed his left leg slightly, making a charging formation. The man pushed his left hand with his right hand, and then pushed the long knife with his left hand, and his legs suddenly pressed forward, like an iron cavalry chiseling formation, pointing directly at the Chinese army camp.

Daxu Wenhou on horseback suddenly clenched his fists with both hands, jumped up from the horseback, his fists were wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, from top to bottom, his right fist smashed on the back of the knife, and the wind formed by the flow of fist spirit was like a sharp blade on the battlefield, one after another, constantly cutting forward.

The long knife that was originally like a bamboo, pointing straight ahead, suddenly twisted the blade and cut upwards with lightning speed, and the direction of the blade was naturally the heart and lungs of that Daxu Wenhou.

In the face of this fatal move, the battle-hardened Daxu Wenhou not only did not dodge, but instead punched again with his left hand, and where the fist fell, it was the square inch spirit platform of the person holding the knife.

There have always been many things that have been on the battlefield for a long time and fought for their lives, but they are never afraid of the bullshit of death to close their fists.

The promise in a wheelchair is a lazy appearance that has nothing to do with himself. Such a confrontation between pure martial artists is much better than the martial arts style on the stage.

There are many ways to fight in this world, such as the fight between the monks and the gods who attack the treasures frequently, and the sword cultivators are chic and handsome, and the sword is drawn and unsheathed and the sword is returned to the sheath, and then there are the hearty punches and punches between pure martial artists, and the mutual planning and calculation between the two in chess. Among the four, the fight between the martial artists is the most tragic, once the two sides face each other, open the boxing, a shot is often an injury for injury, a life for a fierce fight, a move and a style often strive to kill a blow.

The two exchanged punches and knives, and Daxu Wenhou smashed the long gate Song Fuyi with a punch covered in blood, and Song Fuyi's long knife also stirred Wen Hou's heart and lungs into a bloody blur. Wen Hou did not retreat but advanced, after a punch and then handed a punch, the fist pointed to the heart of Song Fuyi, the fist fist intent surged, a punch smashed it back a few zhang, Song Fuyi inserted a long knife into the ground, stopped the body, a mouthful of blood then gushed out from the mouth, and couldn't help but kneel to the ground.

On the other hand, this Daxu Wenhou, although the flesh and blood in his heart were twisted to a mess, he did not hurt his five organs. The reason for this is that this Daxu Wenhou had gained a lot of opportunities with a war in his early years, and he actually gave birth to a pure true qi comparable to the seventy-two generals of Wumiao. In the early years, an old monk who practiced with the army once gave an eight-character evaluation, thick as a mountain, and its momentum was like thunder. For those who practice martial arts, it is particularly important whether they can cultivate a pure true qi of not low quality, which is more important than the majestic qi in the chest of a scholar.

Song Fuyi said with some regret: "To be able to cultivate such a level of pure true qi, Daxu Wenhou is really different." However, martial arts is a dead end after all, and it is difficult to prove immortality. ”

Wen Hou said disdainfully: "People of my generation who practice martial arts, since the day they learned martial arts, how could they have been afraid of death, and how could they have been greedy for life?!"

Song Fuyi shook his head and nodded, both regret and appreciation. I pity myself for practicing for hundreds of years, but I still can't see through the words life and death. Reluctant to steal his life, he fell into his heart, his realm plummeted for thousands of miles, and his physique was also very weak, and now he is not as good as a junior who practices martial arts, and this life is really ridiculous.

promised to push the wheelchair by himself and came to Song Fuyi. Grabbing his collar with one hand, he lifted it upward, looked at each other, and promised that he couldn't help but sneer: "Nagato refining tools pay attention to breaking love and despair, and all Nagato disciples need to think of casting tools in this life, and there are no distractions." But the previous generation of the master of the door was a seed of infatuation, unwilling to give up his practice, and unwilling to give up his love with women. In the end, a beautiful woman died and the avenue was cut off, which is really interesting. ”

"In this life, I have failed to meet the elders of the school, but I have no regrets about her. ”

After hearing this, Xu Promise sneered even more, and said: "No regrets? You dare to say the word "no regrets?" Why did that woman die, you really don't know? Why did you Song Fuyi disappear, and why did this Changmen fall, do you really not know? Even if the master of a sect disappears for no reason, as long as the combat power within the sect is still there, it will not end up in a hundred years and almost close the mountain gate, right?"

Song Fuyi suddenly glared angrily and roared: "Shut up, shut up!"

"The ants are still stealing their lives, but they are living in the world with guilt, how tormenting is it? Sect, women, righteousness, and private feelings, although the world has many conclusions, but ......" The promise suddenly fell silent, but let go of his hand, and there was no need to say anything more to a dead man.

As he spoke, Song Fuyi suddenly held the long knife and stabbed it in his heart and lungs.

Xu Promise didn't bother to take another look, shook his head, and looked disdainful. The boy stepped forward to return and pushed the promise back to the procession. The third prince of Zhenbei City, today's groom official seems to be glaring at the promise, the latter can't help but laugh dumbly, this son's expression is now a little ...... Something quirky. Zhang Linxi gently waved his hand to signal the team to move on, and he was very unhappy about this farce.

Xu Yu retracted his gaze and said indifferently to the accompanying soldiers: "Open the way." ”

Promising to return to the team, the Daxu soldiers who accompanied him in front went to clear the obstacles, and after a while, they continued to move forward to the Zhenbei Wangfu located in the north street of Shuofang City.

Zhang Linxi suddenly smiled and asked, "Lord Xu, do you know that person?"

"It's just a fugitive, don't worry about it. Xu Promise smiled.

"Why did you flee?"

"Wives and daughters are trampled on and killed, and men naturally want to kill and take revenge. Xu Promise smiled sincerely, and said lightly.

"Lord Xu's words are a person's miserable life. ”

Xu Promise smiled but did not speak, and his expression was natural.

One word, two meanings, the promise is understandable, but there is no need to reply.

"When did Lord Xu become so cheeky?"

"It always has been. ”

Approaching the Zhenbei Wangfu, an old man appeared in front of everyone, and three young people stood behind the old man. The old man carried a pot of wine with his hands behind his back, and the hair on his sideburns was blown by the wind, revealing a few wisps of white.

The old man spoke slowly, his voice was mellow, and said, "Come in." ”

After simply treating the wound, Wen Hou, who continued to sit on the horse's back and close his eyes to recuperate, fell directly under the horse, got up, and hurriedly kowtowed, "The last general Wen Heng, see the prince." ”

All the Daxu soldiers are kneeling on the ground at this moment, and they are seeing the old prince in unison.

Everyone present, except for Xiao Ruojun, the eldest princess of Daxu, who is about to marry into the palace, should not get off the sedan chair and bow down and the person who carries the sedan chair should not get off the sedan chair, only one person remained the same and did not make a big salute, this person is the Kyoto promise, Xu Wenhe.

Xu Promise looked solemn, looking at the old man outside the gate in front of him, his mood was complicated, with both awe and sarcasm, both yearning and loss.

The owner of the Northern Realm Mansion slowly walked towards the crowd, helped his son up, smiled warmly, and said, "Jing'er, get up." On the day of the wedding, you have to have a few more drinks with your father. ”

The child, whose eyes were moist, nodded and said with a smile: "Naturally." ”

The old prince waved his hand and said with a smile: "Get up." ”

After everyone got up, their expressions were restrained, and they all stood motionless in an orderly manner, this group of people from Daxu Kyoto, except for a few, was the first time they had seen this northern domain king.

It is far from the rumored appearance of a wicked person who kills people without blinking, and is fierce and ferocious. The old man looks very ordinary, with a slender figure, dressed in a long robe, slightly thin, not like a prince and minister in military power, but like an ordinary rich and noble man, he doesn't talk much, but it makes people feel that the mountains are uplifted, and they are naturally awe-inspiring.

The third prince turned around, and the person carrying the sedan chair behind him fell off the sedan chair. Zhang Linxi came to the door of the sedan chair and said softly: "Wanning, follow me into the house." ”

The woman in the sedan chair hummed softly, then walked out of the sedan chair, gently grabbed her husband's hand with her palm, slightly behind him by half a body, and walked towards the palace together.

Everyone present looked puzzled for a while, where is the musician who marries the prince of Zhenbei Wangfu, and where is the musician who plays and sings, how can he be so shabby?

With a smile on his face, the old prince stood aside and made way for his son and daughter-in-law to enter the house. The Zhenbei Mansion did not pay attention to any vulgar etiquette, and the third prince and the eldest princess walked up the stairs. Zhang Linxuan and the other three brothers stood on both sides of the main gate of the palace, and when the brother and sister-in-law walked into the mansion, they bowed down together. Zhang Linxi and Xiao Ruojun passed through the long road of the palace, passed through the main hall of the palace, crossed the corridor, and finally reached the old building located in the deepest part of the palace, an ancestral hall dedicated to all the ancestors of the Zhang family.

After the old prince knelt down with his son and daughter-in-law, he slowly walked into the ancestral hall and began to burn incense to worship his ancestors.

After the ancestor worship is over, they return to the main hall, and the newlyweds begin to worship in the church and get married. The only people who watched the ceremony were the prince and princess, as well as a few princes. After the ceremony is completed, everyone will go to their own places, and when it is time for dinner, the family will have a meal.

The marriage of a vassal king's mansion is simply simple, and it couldn't be simpler.

According to his father's instructions, Zhang Linxuan took a large amount of snowflake silver to send relatives outside, and the people who welcomed relatives gave them happy money, and each person had more than 100 taels of silver.

However, there is one exception, Kyoto promised to only receive a mere five taels of silver, no need to guess to know, naturally Zhang Linxuan withheld it himself. After all, if there is no accident in what happened back then, the promise will definitely not be able to get out of it.

In addition to the money, the palace also arranged a place to live and eat for a group of people, but everyone had a question in their hearts, when did the Son of Heaven marry such a "shabby"?

Xu Xu, who was in a wheelchair, looked as usual, and used the only five taels of silver in his hand to buy two pots of wine. Suddenly, the promise rippled in his heart, and he suddenly looked somewhere, but saw nothing. Xu Yu frowned slightly, and whispered, "Fear? It seems that I haven't felt this way for a long time." ”

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It was getting late, and the candles were extinguished. In the inner hall of the Zhenbei Palace, the family sat around and ate dinner.

The fourth son, who had been at the front line for a long time, also rushed back before dinner, and after meeting his father and mother, he returned to the courtyard to take off his armor, and then hurried to the kitchen. This young general, who is known as "invincible" among his peers, actually hates war very much in his own heart, this young man does not like dancing knives and sticks, nor does he like singing, dancing and poetry, and the only thing he loves is the word cooking. Half of today's table of delicacies is made by him.

After the old prince moved the chopsticks, the rest of the family began to eat.

Zhang Linxuan, who was sitting next to the fourth son, suddenly touched his fourth brother lightly with his foot, and the fourth son turned his head and winked at his younger brother, and the young man knew it in his heart. The old rule, keep a copy of the delicious food and take it back to Qiu Huang to eat.

The old prince quietly put down his chopsticks and whispered in the princess's ear: "The palace is really getting more and more lively." ”

The princess replied softly: "The children have grown up, and after they get married one by one, the days ahead will become more and more lively." ”

The old prince interlocked his fingers, put his arms on the table, smiled all over his face, and his eyes swept over the cheeks of every child.

The third child and his daughter-in-law served vegetables, and the two respected each other like guests, raising their eyebrows, and their eyebrows were full of joy.

The fourth child watched his family eat the dishes he made, and his face was full of pride.

It is rare for the fifth child to take off his mask, his delicate face shows all kinds of smiles, his parents are healthy and happy, his brother is happy to marry, and his brothers are reunited.

The sixth child's face was still not very good, perhaps because he drank a few more glasses of wine, and his cheeks were a little crimson.

Lao Qi, eating at the table, thinking about the kitchen, thinking about those two wonderful girls.

There is nothing better than a harmonious family, joy and health, and an ordinary life.

The breeze was gentle, silent, and the moonlight was shining outside the door.