Under the peach blossom tree, the east wind is pervasive, and the bluestone is difficult to be in; in the red leaf hermitage, the concubine is difficult to know, and it is difficult to glaze for the seven shows.

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There is no so-called perfect correctness in this world, that is, there is no pure correctness, white in the true sense, justice in the literal sense; correspondingly, there is no pure error, evil in the literal sense.

Wuqi thinks so, black and white, it is a gray area. It's between what is allowed and what is not allowed, or even in the attitude of not being allowed but being tacitly acquiesced;

In fact, Wuqi himself feels that it is difficult to judge others, let alone himself. It seems that he should be the pride of the sky, but because of his father, his own father, he has not tasted the beauty of standing in the clouds, and he has fallen into the dust to lick the lowly coldness and bitterness.

For example, when you want to know why, when you want to question. I happened to see the younger brother who had almost replaced everything in his original place, and the younger brother who had taken everything from him, as if he had fallen into a worse situation than himself. Although I don't know if it's the reason for the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Family, Wuqi knows that his problem doesn't need to be said anymore.

Seeing the dragon capital wearing the coat of the Kyushu royal family, Wu Qi sincerely felt disgusting, so he left, and he had to leave overnight, not wanting to hear the slightest news, so he disappeared into the dragon capital non-stop, erasing the traces of his existence here.

Wuqi doesn't exist anymore, isn't there still Xiaoqi? In that small mountain, small town, small inn, that small shop, Xiao Er. Since Wuqi has no home, and there is no meaning to survive, then Xiaoqi must have it.

Wuqi thought so and embarked on his own way home. The way home, yes, at least that's what he thinks in his heart.

Wuqi is like a traveler lost in the desert, the predicament of hunger and thirst surrounds him, he is full of anxiety, restlessness, powerlessness, and despair, and he thinks of the little inn, the inn with a strange name, as if he has seen an oasis in the desert, and ecstasy wells up in his heart.

He misses the shopkeeper who chatters all day long, misses the somewhat bitter proprietress who is a little snarky, and misses the cucumbers and green peppers that are gradually growing in the shack and vegetable garden... He misses the mountains in the town, the water in the town, everyone in the town...

So, here's the problem.

How can you show the joy of a homeward wanderer, and at the same time let the shopkeeper scold and scold a few words and let himself live in that little room again?

I can only do it again. Wuqi thought like this, rubbed his cheeks, and began to think about where he wanted to start telling, every line, every expression, every action, and then let the shopkeeper enter the inn again without humility or arrogance, as a shopkeeper who has no interest.

Well... Perhaps, it can be a little more humble...

In this way, Wuqi embarked on a journey home.

It's a pity that just when he was rehearsing and rehearsing the meeting in his mind over and over again, he saw the little mountain, the little town.

What, it's gone.

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Before the Spring Festival arrived, when the heavy snow was flying, I don't know when, there was gradually news of Luo Hucheng, the former commander of the Dark Guard, in Longzhou. Then the news began to grow like grass sprouts in early spring, spreading ten to hundreds, and soon, almost everyone in Kyushu who still had a dream of martial arts got the news.

The former dark-clothed guard Luo Hucheng, the sharpest and bloodiest fangs of the imperial court to restrict the rivers and lakes, disappeared for several years, and the mad dog Luo Hucheng, who still let everyone not forget, died. Yes, Luo Hucheng is dead. Whether it is justice from heaven or karma, the news of his death has indeed reached the hearts of everyone.

The remnants of the martial arts began to invite friends to celebrate, as if they were the three happy events in life. The wine shop is free, and the slurry is cross-flowing. After waking up, they began to think, began to think, and under the weight of the dark clouds without Luo Hucheng, they recalled their humility, their own fear, and their own trembling.

So, they were angry and took revenge! Children of the rivers and lakes, happy to take revenge! A gentleman took revenge, and it was not too late for ten years.

However, how can Luo Hucheng take revenge when he dies? He can't even find his corpse, he can't even whip his corpse, what should he do? It doesn't matter, the father's debt will be repaid! Luo Hucheng's daughter is there, the son of the mad dog is there, and the person who is indeed the remnant of Luo Hucheng although he has no name or surname, is there, right there.

She's in Wuting Town!

The heroes of the rivers and lakes have become scoundrels and gangsters who will repay their flaws! The "Justice League" dressed in the cloak of justice has gathered in a majestic and high-spirited manner.

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Ye Wen looked at the black-clothed black-haired man who appeared beside him, his eyes were full of doubts. Yang Zongbao would appear here, and he could roughly guess why without any doubt. However, Wuqi appeared here, in front of Wu Qi, who he didn't want to see the most. He didn't think it was his charm that convinced Wuqi.

Life is life, not a novel, the cruelty that should be there is there, you can't avoid it, you can't let it go.

"Something happened in the town. In just five words, Wuqi blurted out, didn't even take a breath, didn't say his name, didn't say who it was. But it made Ye Wen's chest start to burn, hot like a flame, and then bursts of indescribable pain penetrated into his heart.

"Qiang!" The long sword went out of the body, like a dragon like an abyss, slashing through Ye Wen's wrist, and the blood quickly spread on the sword body, a piece of blue light bloomed magnificently, and a sword light swayed up, straight up to the nine heavens.

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Under the west gate of Longdu City.

The dragon capital that has only passed the first month is still very cold, and he can even hear the sound of the wind blowing, blowing on Chu Wensheng's golden python suit, causing Chu Wensheng's clothes to fly and make a hula hula fluttering sound.

The spring breeze was cold, but what was even colder was the gloomy gaze. It was as if he was coldly stared at by a poisonous snake in the middle of a hundred thousand mountains, gloomy, making people with goosebumps all over his body, and he didn't dare to exhale more, and there was a yin wind blowing again in the back of his head.

Liu Jin Liu Mink Temple's first impression of Chu Wensheng was like this. Snakes, snakes with unusual venom. At this time, Chu Wensheng had to sigh that Ye Wen's calculations and his own fearlessness seemed to be about to be planted.

There is obviously more than one person who has this feeling of Chu Wensheng, and the first person to smell this familiar smell is naturally Liu Zhuo, who has the closest relationship with Liu Jin on the scene.

Waving sleeves, bending over, lowering eyebrows, bowing heads, shrinking shoulders, smiling, several actions in one go. The rampaging lone wolf who commanded the Shenji Battalion on the western wall of the Dragon Capital instantly turned into a harmless Chihuahua. No, it's a roadside begging dog, or the one with broken limbs and no teeth.

"Whew!" Chu Wensheng vigorously exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath that had been holding his chest since Liu Jin appeared, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grinned to the root of his ears, "Yo, I beat a little gelding, and an old gelding dog came out, what, bite me." ”

In the final analysis, although the viper-like aura of Liu Jin when he appeared suppressed Chu Wensheng in an instant, it only reminded Chu Wensheng of the picture in his memory that he didn't dare to think about anymore, and the picture in his memory was nothing more.

So, is Liu Jin here to support Liu Zhuo? Obviously not, the dragon python is not something that can be touched by a soil dog.

Again, the righteous son of the eunuch's slave, even if the eunuch stands on the side of the dragon chair, he is also a slave;

However, Chu Wensheng forgot one thing. These two are the dogs of Wu Chaotian's family, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog.

"I've seen the prince of King Xu!" was Liu Jin's first sentence, and then he opened the thing he was holding.

Bright yellow silk cloth, ink undried handwriting, red and gold seal:

Fengtian carried the emperor, and the edict said: Strip the descendants of King Xu Chu's Wensheng thorn gold python suit and hand it over to the Shaofu Inner Treasury for disposal.

There is no reason, no excuse, no reason, as soon as the emperor edict is issued, he deprives Chu Wensheng of his golden python suit, and he is like being in prison in Shaofu's inner library.

Liu Zhuo's face was full of surprise, coupled with a flattering smile, humility, and lowliness, and his whole face was like a ghost animal. But his hand was not slow, and he grabbed Chu Wensheng's shirt. The golden python suit, he must feel it.

"Get out!" Chu Wensheng scolded with a cold face, and slammed his kick on Liu Zhuo's stomach, whether it was an exaggeration or a fact, Liu Zhuo flew out five or six meters, and then crawled to Liu Jin's side like a disabled dog, but he didn't dare to touch Liu Jin with his dirt-stained hands.

Liu Jin shrunk his shoulders, ignoring Liu Zhuo at his feet, his eyelids opened and closed to hide his disgust, and spread out the bright yellow silk cloth with both hands and presented it to Chu Wensheng, with a very obvious intention.

"Hmph!" Chu Wensheng now wanted to beat Liu Zhuo with the full performance of the Second Ancestor, but he looked at the bright yellow silk cloth in front of him, he could only give up, acting, and not too much.

Then Chu Wensheng untied the golden python suit he was wearing, and neatly folded it on top of the edict that Liu Jin was holding in both hands. Then he followed behind Liu Jin in plain clothes and walked towards Longdu.

Looking back at the sky, an expectation suddenly welled up in his heart, hoping that his father Chu Xiao would not come to Longdu. But think about what you know is impossible. However, fortunately, although the golden python suit was deprived, it was submitted to the Shaofu Inner Treasury, not the prison prison, and it was not the department of the Zongren Mansion that specializes in dealing with princes and grandchildren.

Shaofu Inner Treasury, subordinate to the department of the crown prince. Hopefully, hopefully.

Seeing that Chu Wensheng, who was dressed in plain clothes, was imprisoned in the prison of the Shaofu Inner Treasury, Liu Jin turned around with a golden python suit and saw Liu Zhuo who was following behind him, his footsteps paused slightly, and he said lightly,

"Ming'er, go to Shaofu to report. ”

Liu Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and then was overjoyed, the corners of his mouth were mixed with bloodthirsty light, and he quickly knelt on the ground and was about to lick Liu Jin's shoes, but he could only watch Liu Jin's heels go away.

"Thank you, godfather!"

The heavy kowtowing voice masked Liu Jin's nonchalant sneer.

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Written here, I don't know if anyone has seen it. What I want to say is that it is really difficult to explore the narrative technique and spatial transformation by yourself. Good or bad, let's talk about it personally.