"That genius alien disciple of the Sword Sect is dead? Just kidding, who is his opponent in this younger generation, and who dares to attack him in the previous generation? Aren't you afraid that the sword guarding the mountain who will not go out of the mountain for the rest of his life will go down the mountain in anger and cause turmoil in the world?

"That is, don't say who is the opponent of him alone, just say that he and the Sword Shou Ning Fairy of the Spring Water Grass Hall are two swords combined, who can resist it? I don't know where the gossip came from. ”

......

"Alas, have you heard? It's the Sword Shou Ning Fairy of the Spring Water Grass Hall who did it..."

"No, it's not that they..."

"Really, the younger generation of the Sword Sect has already issued a sword post, and the new generation of disciples will take over and solve this matter. ”

"Ah, uh... It must be Tuoba Feng's barbarian who wants to do wrong, but he didn't expect Fairy Ning's sword cultivation to be even higher..."

"That's it, I heard that Ning Qingning Fairy has the light sword of the three weapons of Confucianism in his hand!"

"Is it?"

......

In this way, the matter of Tuoba Feng's death gradually fell into the abyss of the rivers and lakes under some kind of public opinion that was manipulated, and finally disappeared. The amazing and brilliant disciple of the Sword Sect was never mentioned again, after all, he was just a foreigner. It's just a foreigner, everyone has gradually forgotten the kendo wizard who came out of nowhere, they have forgotten this fleeting Tuoba Feng like a meteor, and they have forgotten the picture of him dancing his sword under the moon, and the sword aura is as magnificent as snow.

I don't know if the people on the rivers and lakes are too forgetful, or if the rivers and lakes themselves are so cold. Under the tide of the rivers and lakes, under the big waves and sand, how many people can stand on the huge waves, and only a handful will be remembered by later generations; the rest are just rubble in the sand, but Erer.

The strong survive, the weak perish; the king is defeated, and it has been like this since ancient times, death is death, and no one can complain.

The three lines of defense in Xiliang are all used to defend against the alien races in the desolate 100,000 mountains in the west. Among them, the cannibals who feed on the Terrans are the most. Needless to say, the first line of defense is the stretch of the city wall closest to the western border, the wall stretches for thousands of miles, quite similar to the Great Wall of China in Ye Wen's previous life, but it is built here even more tall and majestic, after all, the enemy of the defense is the tall cannibals.

The castle walls are made of high bricks brought from Kyushu, solidified with iron juice after pouring, and finally coated in resin in the outermost layer, and overhauled every year. This tradition has been passed down since the establishment of the Wu Dynasty, and no matter how corrupt or civil strife the Wu Dynasty in Kyushu was, this policy has never been abandoned. After all, no matter how dull the emperor is, he knows that he needs to face his ancestors after going underground, and at the same time, those powerful ministers who love fame and fortune are most afraid of death, and they are most afraid of dying in the hands of those aliens who are not tempted by money, fame and fortune.

The second line of defense was also at the beginning of the Wu Dynasty, when Wu Taizu issued an edict, "The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies." "Establish the national capital on the border of Xiliang, which is now the city of Emperor Wu of Xiliang, and then consolidate it by the successive emperors and feudal kings of Xiliang, and establish military towns around it to defend the most central city of Emperor Wu of Xiliang. It is quite powerful to block the rolling tide of alien beasts in the 100,000 mountains.

The third line of defense was on the eastern border of Xiliang, and after the first two lines of defense were lost, the last line would be used as a fig leaf in Kyushu, and finally as a line of defense to survive. Fortunately, for thousands of years, the alien races in the 100,000 mountains can only break through to the east of Emperor Wu City at most, and the cold days of winter have passed, and when it comes to spring and summer, the cannibals will return to the desolate 100,000 mountains again.

Nowadays, most of the border poems sung by countless literati and are written on this third line of defense in the east of Xiliang, and they dare not go deeper into it, and the family does not allow its next generation of pillars to die at the hands of foreigners; as for those scholars from poor families, most of them stay in the Confucian thatched cottage in Longdu, or use their only food money to curry favor with their teachers and examiners. Naturally, I won't mention much of these.

In this winter of the seventeenth year of Chenghua, the third line of defense in the east of Xiliang was extremely lively, not only the arrival of martial arts people on the rivers and lakes of Kyushu, but also the wealthy families of various states and counties only took five days to build a martial arts floor that can be called the largest martial arts in Kyushu.

This Yanwuping is naturally used to evaluate and sentence the people who are elected as substitutes when the ten places on the list of grandmasters are insufficient, and the people who have good things are called the group heroes, but it is also funny, the group heroes on this Jianghu Road are not only suggested by businessmen, handled by businessmen, and even the candidates of the various sects participating in the group heroes meeting need to sign up and sign agreements in various chambers of commerce.

This is also created, the grandmaster list has not yet become hot, this third line of defense is full of advertising slogans, groups of tiger-backed and bear-waisted gangsters grovel in front of a thin or pot-bellied businessman, and are led to a place to stay, can this be regarded as a penny that is difficult to kill a good man?

Looking at the so-called "martial arts masters" on the rivers and lakes who have taken advantage of them, and comparing the arrogant faces of those merchants, but both sides are accustomed to it, I have to sigh with emotion, the rivers and lakes are just a wild dog with a broken backbone.

The imperial capital of the Wu Dynasty in Kyushu, the capital of Long.

Different from the cold west of the heavy snow for several days, also different from the green all the year round in the southern Xinjiang, and even different from the strong wind blowing in the north mang; the winter day when the dragon capital was a little cold appeared a rare sunny day today, and the dragon that had been dull for a long time in the whole winter was ignited today.

is different from the complexity above the temples under the rivers and lakes, in fact, what ordinary people are thinking about in their hearts is actually very simple, but it is life, or living, and only by living can they think more.

When it thunders, it will naturally rain, and when it rains, you have to go home to collect clothes and food, and hurry home. So what about the rare sunny days in winter? Naturally, I took out the damp and old bedding at home and dried it and blew it.

No one cares about this group of heroes who are about to make huge waves on the rivers and lakes. What is that? Will I be able to harvest more of my crops next year?

The sky finally cleared up after a few days of gloom, and the mood could finally dispel the long-accumulated haze. However, some people are not like this, and their mood is still confused and they can't think about it.

For example, the one who was accepted as a closed disciple by Song Zhiming not long ago. The master never called him by name, even if the master gave it to him himself. But it was always called "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu", and over time, Xiao Wu also recognized the name "Xiao Wu".

"Come and visit Mr. Song another day!"

Xiao Wu sent away again the guests who thought they had come to visit the master, it seemed that some kind of university scholar came, and he couldn't remember much, anyway, it was a very big official, much more than his master who carried a broken copper furnace all day long, after all, he was just a little Huangmenlang, not even a small sesame general nine products.

Song Zhiming took the things handed to him by his closed disciple with an expressionless face, and threw them into the furnace, lighting up a lot of flames in this dilapidated furnace. casually sent Xiao Wu out to see the gate, Song Zhiming looked at the small copper furnace again and squinted his eyes and began to nap.

In officialdom, civil officials have been in office for a long time, and they can no longer be innocent. As for his Song Lu, it is not nothing, but it didn't last long, and he became a little Huangmenlang.

But even if he is a little Huang Menlang, the people in the officialdom will not forget him, because he is the only remaining dragon protector now. The officialdom pays attention to the people on the mountain should not look down on the people under the mountain, because they don't know when they will go up the mountain, and the people down the mountain should not fail to see the people who go down the mountain, because at least they have gone up the mountain before, and you are still lingering at the foot of the mountain, and you may not know when they will go up again, right?

So when the year is approaching, many people come to his little Huangmenlang to burn the cold stove. Don't underestimate the cold stove, this is a technical job. If it is burned, the glory and wealth will not be said for a lifetime, but the wealth and nobility are indispensable for a few years; if the technology is not at home, it is not burned, is it a waste of their only savings?

Song Zhiming thought that he was not so high, so for the things sent to him, except for women, he accepted all the orders, and did not shirk anyone, but he did not see anyone. After collecting it, they were all thrown into this small copper furnace and burned, and I don't know if the things burned for this small copper furnace every year are too precious or what, such a small copper furnace, I haven't seen how bad it has been for so many years.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiming opened his cool eyes that did not match his age and looked at the copper furnace that was burning. He understood Xiao Wu's doubts, why didn't he just not accept it since he burned it after receiving it. After receiving it, I took a lot of risks and didn't get anything.

This closed disciple is too stupid, Song Zhiming judged it like this, if it was the son of the groom, he wouldn't be so confused. Because, the king's heart is unpredictable, and there is no handle in the emperor's hand, how can he use you with confidence, how can he let him give you power?

In the end, the line of sight is not enough.

Song Zhiming lowered his head again and began to nap, in his dream he seemed to dream of his own fate, raiding his family and exterminating the clan?

Tsk, there is really nothing new in these criminal laws.

As if it was a little cold in the room again, Song Zhiming took out a bright yellow origami from his arms and threw it into the copper furnace, the flame in the dilapidated small copper furnace instantly became a little bigger, and the "thief" in the lower corner of the bright yellow origami was also ignited and dissipated.

Burn it, burn it, burn it bigger.