Outside the bamboo building, the clouds are gone, and a bright moon hangs in the moonlit sky.

The old prince originally planned to take the swordsman to rest, but the swordsman named Zhang Xinnan made up his mind temporarily and planned to go to the underground of the bamboo building.

I have never seen the real drunkenness, so it is better to see the little drunken capital first.

Coming down to the second floor, the swordsman was attracted by a Confucian atmosphere. Mr. Han sat in the same place, because he was helping the little girl in front of him to protect the way, so he didn't get up, nodded directly, and apologized to the swordsman slightly.

Zhang Xinnan shook his head and didn't care. The old Confucian in front of him is very familiar, and he doesn't have to stick to secular etiquette, and the swordsman has always been the most annoying about this.

Mr. Han's gaze no longer looked at the swordsman, and he wholeheartedly protected the path for his disciples. Zhang Xinnan was really amazed by the little girl's short-path atmosphere, a woman who had not practiced, she had already walked on the smooth road of the avenue just by writing, and her future achievements must be limitless.

The swordsman suddenly sensed a trace of the same, and hurriedly reined in his sword qi, suppressing all of it in his body, not letting it reveal the slightest.

The swordsman was a little shocked now, who was this little girl, who was so sensitive to the perception of sword qi in the way of swords. If she hadn't quickly withdrawn the sword qi pouring out of her body, the little girl would inevitably be involved by herself, and if her mind was infected in the enlightenment, it would be a big disaster.

The old prince smiled softly behind the swordsman: "Let's not disturb the preaching and teaching between masters and apprentices." ”

The swordsman nodded and quietly left.

The old prince and Zhang Xinnan walked to a bookshelf together, preparing to go downstairs to visit Xiaoyudu and meet the eighteen evil ghosts.

On the bookshelf, there is a palm-sized bronze beast statue, the old prince gently turned it, and there was a sound of the gears turning in the bookshelf, and then the bookshelf was divided into two, like opening the door.

Candlelight lit up in the dim corridor, and stone steps made of old blue bricks slowly appeared in front of the two, and the old prince and the swordsman walked down the tunnel one after the other. The bookshelf behind him suddenly closed, and the swordsman couldn't help but turn around to take a look, only to see an extremely complex ancient rune drawn in the place where he had just come.

The swordsman had seen the power of this talisman with his own eyes. This symbol is called the town character, and the ink used to draw the symbol is very particular. 10,000 years ago, after the end of a war full of corpses, the battlefield ruins were full of unjust souls. Someone once used this talisman to suppress those unjust souls for several months, and only then did the Buddha's disciples come to overtake the souls. In the end, an old man in a yellow shirt led tens of thousands of ghosts to pass through the Yellow Springs. This talisman can now be regarded as one of the oldest talismans, and few monks in the world have been able to draw it in its entirety.

The swordsman laughed softly: "There are really a lot of talented people in the Zhenbei Palace. ”

"It's just a deal that costs money. The old prince laughed softly.

"Didn't you want to leave the person who drew the talisman in the palace?"

The old prince nodded and said sincerely: "I did have this idea. ”

"Then why don't you stay? There are probably not many people in the world who can draw this kind of talisman, and I know only those old guys. ”

This person's surname is Sun, he came from the West and has traveled the world for many years. In the early years, I came to the north by chance, and I bought this talisman from him with a purple gold bowl. ”

The swordsman smiled knowingly.

The surname Sun is an old acquaintance.

The swordsman suddenly asked, "What do you think about that?"

The old prince said with a smile: "There are actually many public opinions in the world, and in recent years, there seem to be more interpretations in Zhongzhou that have not been seen before. I'm not interested in that, so I don't have much of an opinion. ”

"Tens of millions of people have tens of millions of mouths, and tens of millions of mouths naturally have thousands of sayings, and looking at them one by one, it is really a headache. The swordsman sighed.

Walking down the stone steps, the old prince and the swordsman soon arrived, the first floor of the bamboo building. The appearance of this place, if you look at it from the outside, looks like an ancient well, and in the center of the ancient well, there is a "person", to be precise, a humanoid dry bone.

The swordsman said casually: "My heart is uncertain, even if I can see the white bones, what can I do?"

The dry skeleton seemed to raise its head slowly, its eyes fixed on the swordsman. Zhang Xinnan didn't think so, she was too lazy to stay, turned around and left, and went deeper.

On the second floor, there is a boxy cage, and there is a boxy cage inside the cage, and in this cage, there is a half-human, half-beast guy. When the swordsman just walked in, he suddenly roared loudly, broke the iron pillar of the cage with both hands, rushed out directly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and went straight to the swordsman's door.

The swordsman stood in place and chuckled softly, "I was really afraid of this when I was a child. ”

The half-man, half-beast suddenly vanished, and a pond appeared in the place where the cage had been imprisoned. A lotus flower grows in the pond, and the next moment it blooms, and a small person appears in the stamen, and the villain slowly grows larger, turning into a slim girl.

"What I am buried in the depths of my heart is not obsession, but just a memory of the old people. ”

The girl also disappeared suddenly, leaving only a slender young Confucian in a green shirt, who waved at the swordsman and refused to get up for a long time.

On the third level, the surroundings were unusually dim, with countless thick iron chains suspended in mid-air, which together passed through a man's body, hanging him face down in the air.

"Self-discipline is not the same as self-discipline. No amount of chains are just shackles on the outside, but have they really locked their hearts?"

The man was silent, and the chains kept bumping.

On the fourth floor, there is a room full of books, and the books are scattered all over the place, which is extremely messy. There was a long-haired scholar, sitting at a broken wooden table, holding a wolf's hair, on a piece of white rice paper, writing non-stop, but no matter what, he couldn't fill the rice paper.

"It's stupid to insist on not knowing how to give up. ”

The scholar stood up frantically, tore the rice paper to shreds, and then looked at the swordsman in anger.

"If you can't even understand a good word from someone else when you read a book, shouldn't you reflect on what you've read over the years? ”

"What do you know, what do you know...... "The scholar roared angrily.

The swordsman turned to leave, stood on the stone steps, and smiled helplessly with the old prince. King Zhenbei was only responsible for taking the swordsman through the eighteenth floor, and he would not enter like him, so he always stood outside the door.

The old prince smiled and asked, "Are you still leaving?"

"Forget it. The swordsman exhaled and said helplessly: "After all, it's not the monk who eats fasting and recites Buddha all day, and he really can't do this thing." ”

"In that case, let's go back. ”

Zhang Xinnan nodded, and then asked one last question, "I want to know who is locked up at the bottom." ”

Although the swordsman is asking, it is not an inquiring tone.

The old prince smiled and did not speak.

The swordsman tried to snoop, but he found that he couldn't see anything at the moment. Originally, when he walked down, he could still see some traces, but now he couldn't see anything? In the long years of cultivation, there were actually few things that could stop his gaze.

The swordsman even had some doubts about whether the old man walking in front of him was really as ordinary as he seemed. He seems to carry a lot, but he also hides a lot.

The old man in front of him had said that he had seen him in the past, but the swordsman could not remember where he had seen him.

If, according to the old man, he and he were old friends, they should have had a drink together. To be honest, I haven't had enough food for a long time, and when I meet two junior brothers, one is stupidly standing at the head of the city to see him off, and the other is scared to death in front of him, so I don't know that my senior brother also wants to eat.

The old prince who was walking in front suddenly turned around and laughed softly: "I have instructed my subordinates to cook a meal, and the wine is acceptable." ”

The swordsman laughed dumbly.

Spy on my heart lake?

Interesting.

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In the willow order, it is extremely quiet at the moment.

The night was deep, the drizzle finally dispersed, and a bright moon hung in the southern sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled the earth.

When the drizzle dissipated, a "torrential wind" also quietly stopped.

On a large soft bed, a man and a woman were lying on either side, all with the same stunned expression. The woman's face was flushed, her head was covered with green silk scattered on the pillow, her plump and white jade body was hidden under a brocade quilt, and a pair of eyes like peach eyes secretly glanced at Zhang Linxuan lying beside her from time to time.

It seems that the teenager who will no longer be a teenager in the future, seems to have some frustration in his heart at the moment, a little self-doubt in his eyes, looking at the roof, not knowing what to think.

Zhang Linxuan asked for no reason: "Did you succeed?"

Qiu Huang nodded lightly and said a little shyly, "Sort of." ”

The two laymen are somewhat uncertain.

The first taste of the forbidden fruit, for women, is more pain than physical pleasure, always afraid and at the same time with a hint of expectation. When I really felt the pain, I guess all I had left was fear.

But Qiu Huang seemed to be looking forward to the feeling that had just disappeared suddenly, Bei Yan bit his red lip, turned sideways, and stared at Zhang Linxuan, who was looking at the sky on the side, and complained a little in his heart, knowing that Wangtian, can't you look at me.

Qiu Huang suddenly got into Zhang Linxuan's quilt, poked his head out, blinked his eyes, and asked softly, "Childe, are you okay?"

Zhang Linxuan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Why not! This is not the first time to go into battle with a gun, and I am inevitably a little timid in my heart, you must let me adapt to it." It takes time to make a contribution, right? ”

Qiu Huang's eyes are like silk, and the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up, which is really reverie. I only heard the woman's coquettish voice: "Isn't this a chance for the son." ”

Zhang Linxuan suddenly got up, threw the woman down on the bed, grabbed the woman's two arms with both hands, condescendingly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You stinky girl, are you begging to be beaten?" ”

"The Sect King is merciful. Qiu Huang slowly closed his eyes.

As the saying goes, once born and twice ripe, some people are talented here, and it is natural to be a scholar for three days, and they should be impressed. scored twice, and the woman under the man was already drenched in sweat, and the woman's natural body fragrance gave the man more motivation.

Some people are diligent and diligent, learning from the cattle in the fields in the spring, working hard and plowing the land to sow seeds.

For a while, there was a feeling of "who knows that the food on the plate, the grains are hard" into it, but the "dinner plate" is very particular, and the "grains" are also the same.

Sow in the spring and harvest in the autumn.

After some clouds and rain, Zhang Linxuan hugged Qiu Huang and leaned on the pillow together, gently combed the woman's messy green silk with his hands, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Qiu Huang grinned, with an indecent look, "It's okay." ”

Qiu Huang suddenly leaned into the boy's arms, gasped softly for some reason, and then put his fingers in his mouth and looked at the boy stupidly. Blinked, then smiled playfully, "Childe is ready to rest?"

fell into Zhang Linxuan's ears, in fact, it was like asking himself if he was tired again.

The young man just wanted to slap his swollen face and make a fat man, and say some bold words, so as not to lose face in front of the woman. It's just that when the young man looked at Qiu Huang with a serious face and didn't want to joke, he couldn't help but laugh angrily: "Woman, please spare your life, isn't it good to grow up in the future?!"

Qiu Huang looked innocent, some little women looked shy, soft and weak: "I just want Childe to coax me to sleep, what is Childe thinking about, and the days are long, it's really shameful." ”

Zhang Linxuan knew that he couldn't talk about this girl, so he had to gently scrape the bridge of her nose, and then kissed her forehead, "Okay, okay, this son will coax you to sleep." ”

Zhang Linxuan's arm was naturally taken directly by Qiu Huang as a human pillow, looking very comfortable, and then lying sideways in Zhang Linxuan's arms, slowly falling asleep. Zhang Linxuan looked at the extra messy finger marks on her white skin at the moment, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

It's really not wrong to say that a man is a bastard.

How much does a woman like a man to completely give her all to him? And how can a man be ruthless with such a woman who loves him deeply.

What a lucky thing it is to like each other for thousands of years.

Zhang Linxuan gently stroked the woman's soft hair, listening to the soft murmur of the woman in her sleep, every time he shouted his name, the young man would always reply softly, yes.

It wasn't until Qiu Huang fell asleep that Zhang Linxuan carefully pulled out his already numb arm. Gently tidy up the quilt corners for her, the spring cold is still there, lest the cold wind sneak in quietly and disturb the good dreams of the beloved girl.

Zhang Linxuan put on a single coat and sat alone on the steps outside the house, looking up at the bright moon hanging in the air after the spring rain.

The moonlight was bright, like the eyebrows and eyes of a beloved girl, gently swaying in the young man's heart.

After a while, Zhang Linxuan got up and returned to the house, sat down at the table and ate some pastries. While eating, he comforted himself: "It's just gluttony, I want to eat supper." ”

The boy ate a piece of pastry and repeated many sides.

After Zhang Linxuan ate, he went to bed gently, got into the warm quilt, gently hugged his beloved girl, and prepared to rest.

Not long after the boy lay down, there was a trivial sound from the roof, and it was obvious that someone was climbing up. Dare to climb high at night in the palace of Zhenbei Wangfu, don't die, right?

Zhang Linxuan got up, took his clothes outside to put them on, and closed the door. The young man's pupils shrank, and a cyan glow flashed in the corner of his eye, and after locking on a certain figure, the young man directly rose up and chased after him.

When the boy caught up with the man, he realized that it was a thief. The man was neither tall nor low, dressed in a clean coarse cloth coat, and carried two jugs of wine in his hand. When he lifted the mud seal on the flask, there was a mellow smell of wine, and the boy instantly recognized that it was the wine from the drunken mud workshop.

The man turned to the boy and asked, "Are you here to grab the wine?"

"Do you know that stealing at night in the north is a big crime?" Zhang Linxuan said with a smile.

"What did I steal?" the man said, puzzled.

"In the entire palace, only my father has this kind of wine, and he said that you didn't steal it?"

"Zhang Yunzhi is your father?"

Zhang Linxuan frowned and said in a deep voice: "It seems inappropriate to call my father by his name. ”

"Why do you want to do anything with me?" the man laughed.

Zhang Linxuan clenched his fist with his right hand and said with a solemn expression: "I have never been afraid of fighting." ”

"Fighting, I've never lost. The man smiled.

In this case, there is no difference between saying more, and both sides rely on their own abilities.

Zhang Linxuan's figure disappeared suddenly, and the next moment he came to the man, and a punch was handed out, smashing directly into the man's chest.

That guy flew straight upside down......

Zhang Linxuan said in his heart, he is not ashamed to say this, he has never lost a fight? The next moment, the young man became vigilant, he could not underestimate the enemy, if he pretended to be careless, he would suffer a loss.

But after waiting for a long time, no one has ever fought back, is it true that he punched people away?

The next moment, a gust of wind sounded in the young man's ears, and a fist came straight to the door in front of him. The man laughed and said, "It's good to fight with people, not to be careless." But the most important thing is to be patient. ”

"In a fight, pay attention to attacking the weakness of the other with your own strengths, and strive to kill with one blow. The man's fist suddenly stopped in front of the young man, and the man's face was revealed behind the fist, and he said with a smile: "The most important thing is to stop at the point." ”

Zhang Linxuan directly smashed a punch into the man's face.

"Damn, sneak attack. ”