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"Old man Wang, that person led the army to attack Ruyang, and he was about to hit the royal city, and the city of the king of Ruyang failed to make a decent resistance along the way. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info," Grandpa Zhao wrote on paper.

"Yes, the Han Dynasty has been the people's desire for ten years, and nothing can be done, I hope they won't do meaningless insistence, and these two children are not the steps given by that person, when they accepted him as a student, they were equivalent to going down this step. ”

Grandpa Wang finished writing on the paper, tore it off and ate it into his mouth. In the past few years, the two old men may have eaten less paper, and they are not afraid of eating bad stomachs.

Summer has gone to spring, and in the past nearly a year, the relationship between the Yuankong brothers and sisters, Grandpa Wang and the people in Jianwenfang has become better and better.

Grandpa Wang not only taught literacy but also strategy, poetry, chess, governing the country and security, etc., and listened to them one by one.

Yuankong and Grandpa Zhao's family also often come and go, especially with the fat baby named Mao Mao, who often comes one by one during this time, and Mao Mao can already call her brother and sister in a milky voice.

Due to frequent contacts, Yuankong found that Grandpa Zhao was also a capable person, and he didn't know what the specific realm was, but he once saw Grandpa Zhao practicing knives, and Yuankong's eyes flashed with little stars.

wanted Grandpa Zhao to teach him knife skills, but Grandpa Zhao said with an expressionless face as always, "The opportunity has not yet arrived." ”

This made Yuankong very depressed, a martial artist who practiced swords said something every day, and he didn't know that he thought it was a Taoist priest who came down from Haoyang Mountain.

The happiest thing for Yuankong during this period of time was that he went to the window of the two-story building to listen to the storyteller tell him stories at that time every day. From the rivers and lakes to the court, and from the court to the war, to the generals and marshals or the current saints, and to the melee of the past 20 years.

What are the nine masters on the list, the phantom sword formation of the One Sword Sect, the Pingyang Battle of the Great General of the Herringbone Mansion Mo Sansian, and the battle of the Fat God of Death Jiang Shuangtian's Dangwu Bridge.

There is also the girl in Dongque City, the first strategist under the King of Qingyang, and the evil man Li Ziji, who is also evil and evil, every time he hears this, Yuankong's blood boils, and he doesn't know when he can learn the upper level of the exercises, and he can fight happily with the masters on the extreme list.

It was another sunny day, Yuan Kong stepped on the fine sunlight, walked towards the familiar street, and squatted down as usual under the window of the small second floor called Chunyu Building, one by one was not interested in these, when he was a child sitting on his grandmother's lap and listening to stories.

Yiyi also likes that kind of warm feeling more than the stories told by grandma, except for the first day Yiyi accompanied his brother, in the following days, Yiyi always likes to sit quietly in front of the window and read, and read all the books of Grandpa Wang's house.

One of these two identical people was reading a book in front of the window, and the other was listening to a book under the window, which was quite interesting to think about.

With a "snap", it will be eye-catching, and Yuankong came at the right time, just beginning. Every time I listen to a story under the window, I hear it most clearly.

"Today, I will tell you the old and young masters, scholars, scholars, and heroes of the rivers and lakes about the recent war between my Han Dynasty and the King of Ruyang, and say that the royal conquest of the saint today. ”

"Okay, good" The audience applauded, and the applause was like thunder, which was bitter, and the applause could be heard.

"This battle, let's start from a year ago, when the holy dragon was not in good health, and he had not been in court for many days.

This King of Ruyang thought that this was an opportunity to take advantage of, although our Han Dynasty was established for ten years, but the world is peaceful, the people live in peace, and there are many generals. ”

"Sure enough, let's just say that in the battle of Hongguang City, An Bianwei, the first general under the King of Ruyang, did not take it at the cost of 50,000 horses, and was transferred back by the King of Ruyang. ”

"After a month, the Holy Divine Decree spread all over the world: Ruyang invaded the border of the Han Dynasty and bullied the people of the Han Dynasty, if the Han Dynasty did not use you to train troops in Ruyang, it was my Han Dynasty that no one could den, and I would drive the royal expedition and go straight to the Ruyang Royal City, so that I could see if the Ruyang sword was sharp, whether the armor was strong, and whether the city wall was solid. ”

The audience was applauding again, in fact, most of the people under the stage of this holy decree understood, but when they heard it from other people's mouths again, they still felt that the blood was boiling, and of course the blood was boiling, and of course there was Yuankong under the window, Yuankong heard this for the first time, and felt that the current saint drove to Ruyang in person, and how majestic it was to expand the territory.

“...... In the past year, the army of our Han Dynasty has forced to the royal city of Ruyang, Dayong City. ...... This road is unbeatable. ”

Hearing that there was such an army and such an emperor in the land where he lived, everyone in the audience was very excited.

"I guess this royal city should be about to be conquered, and in a few days my Han army may return triumphantly, and the saint will return to the dynasty with the master, and I hope he will take care of the dragon's body. After saying this, the storyteller and the audience were a little worried.

Jianwenfang, which has been quiet for many years, ushered in a large number of people today, all the same women, walking silently, stopped in front of the third door of Jianwenfang, and walked out in front of a woman who could not see her age and had a beautiful appearance.

To say that she is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman has a mature charm, and to say that she is around thirty, she is full of youthful atmosphere. Of course, if you are a practitioner, you really can't judge your age from your appearance.

The woman wore a long white dress with a plain trim and fit, and her beautiful long hair was draped over her forehead and combed back in a three-star arch moon style, tied up with pale blonde hair, and two small and delicate golden flowers on the side.

The beautiful woman, calming down, reached out and gently pushed open the door, as if this dilapidated door was some kind of sacred object.

The beautiful woman walked softly into the house, didn't know what to say, and then picked up a little girl who was reading a book, and this little girl was naturally reading a book in front of the window.

One by one, he blinked his innocent eyes and looked at so many beautiful big sisters outside the door, and sat in a soft sedan chair with a yellow cover and gold curtain and red tassels with a little trepidation.

The sedan chair is suspended, there is a bar but no one lifts it, and it can move by itself, this hand sedan chair is not automatically a big master who can communicate with the world in the truth, or a number of people who have entered the Xuanyuan Realm work together, touching the cushion one by one, looking at the spacious sedan chair around, a little timid, she, miss her brother.

"Old man Wang, that female doll has been picked up. Old man Zhao looked at Wang Lao expressionlessly.

"Yes, it's still Yu Liangxiao's group of women, and I don't know what kind of big people these two dolls are. Wang Lao looked at the group of people outside and said lightly.

I don't know if these two old men are sure of something, this kind of conversation is written on paper, of course, it is also possible that they have eaten this paper for many years, and they have eaten enough.

Still under the window, the storyteller is still talking hard: "May the saints take care of the dragon body, because the emperor has no heirs, and my Han Dynasty has no prince." Yuan Kong couldn't hear it intermittently, he turned his head and saw a group of golden-armored warriors walking towards him, thinking that he shouldn't be guilty of listening to books in front of the window.

A white-robed general walked out in front of a hundred gold-armored warriors and said gently: "The minister respectfully welcomes the prince back to the palace." ”

Then the hundred gold-armored warriors only heard the sound of armor colliding, and they were already kneeling on the ground, and the golden armor glowed dazzlingly in the sun, and then said: "The ministers welcome the prince back to the palace." "The team of only 100 people pierced the sky, and everyone sounded like a bell.