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Li Wei's Codex

That night, the Lee Mansion.

Bai Bei'er had already noticed the abnormality of the snow, and from the time she stood under the courtyard wall to the time she admired the snow, not a single snowflake fell on her. It's just that she has never been exposed to magic, and she can't imagine that this snow was actually summoned by a human. The more curious she became, the more frightened she became. It wasn't that she had any actions that scared her, on the contrary, her eyes were as gentle as water, and even made her feel a strange throbbing. It's just that Bai Bei'er has lived in caution since he was a child, and he doesn't dare to expect a fairy-like character to be able to pick one out of ten thousand and send grace to Xiao Wei and himself. So Bai Bei'er thought about it before and after, and wanted to deduce some information.

Xiao Wei was thinking about Mr. Qi's skills. He saw it with his own eyes, and naturally knew what the gentleman was capable of. However, the master's techniques seem to be extremely gentle, and they are very different from the techniques practiced by the people in the town guard's mansion and the rapid attack. Maybe Mr. is just restrained, after all, he is just to explain the difference in the lower realm, and he is afraid that he may accidentally hurt himself. He didn't even dabble in the initial realm, he could only see the flowers in the fog, but he was not annoyed, with the guidance of Mr., everything would fall into place.

The two witnesses were just a cloud of fog, but the rest of the city was already facing the enemy.

Ma Kuo didn't even have a plaque for the new town guard, and there was such a thing in Qingjiang City. Maybe ordinary people just think that the climate is different this year, and winter came early. Ma Kuo also thought so at first, because he didn't perceive the slightest Yuan Force in it - Pangu Yuan Shi, the power he left behind is called Yuan Li, and the Yuan Force is different from the five elements, and it can also be called the power of the Five Elements - it is just an ordinary snowflake. And the snow is extremely mild, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the coldness of winter, although Ma Kuo saw the autumn snow in Qingjiang City for the first time, but if there is really snow in the autumn, it should be like this.

But Ma Ko was always uneasy. Half-born, Ma Kuo has an instinctive sense of smell, but he can't tell why. He himself spoke very little, and that day was even more silent, looking at the snow from the afternoon to the evening.

It was already dark. A guest came to Mafu, a young general in white armor and white robes. The young man was nineteen years old, nine feet tall (in this article, one foot is 22 centimeters), and although he was considered strong, he was a little thin because of his height. The helmet was stuck with several tail feathers of birds, the white robe was embroidered with golden silk threads of all kinds of patterns, and the bell was pinned to the waist. He came to Ma Fu, and there was no report from the servant, so he went straight to Ma Kuo and saluted slightly: I have seen the general.

Ma Kuo glanced at him, couldn't help sighing, and said half-laughing and half-angry: Qing'er, why are you still like this

The young man responded generously: If you really do what you said, walk in brocade clothes every day and at night, and don't smile, then my Ma Qing is not Ma Qing.

This Ma Qing is nineteen years old, is the orphan of Ma Kuo's brother, and is also his general, known as General Ma Xiao in the army, with the name of "Ma's Flying Rabbit, unrivaled". Ma Qing is a good cultivator, and a silver spear is a leader in the ranks, but he is most famous for his tenacious temper and not afraid of death. Ma Kuo has no children under his knees, and he does regard Ma Qing as his successor. This "successor" does not mean that Ma Qing wants to develop in his career, but just hopes that he can inherit the family martial arts. Ma Kuo's army is strict, and the principle pursued is to prohibit imminent execution, without second intentions, and the generals and colonels under his hands are all wood-like faces and sharp knife-like means. Only this Ma Qing is a fool of himself. Naturally, there is Ma Kuo's acquiescence here, and the most important thing is that Ma Qing is a person who will come to work, and he is quite popular with the elders in the army; and he never spares his life when he fights, and he has made a lot of contributions. Ma Kuo felt like a mirror in his heart, and singled out Ma Qing into a battalion and handed it over to the overseer in the city. is only responsible for patrolling the border and deterring Xiaoxiao, and does not directly let him face the front line. The first is to protect him and give him more time to sharpen and sharpen, and second, maintaining law and order requires a high-profile show of force, which no one is more suitable for than him.

Ma Qing returned from the inspection, and when he entered the house, he saw Ma Kuopestle thinking about the snowflakes under the hanging flower door. After saluting Ma Kuo, he knew that his second uncle must be thinking about things like this, so he didn't bother much, so he whispered: I'll go and say hello to my mother first. He bypassed the left corridor and went straight to the east wing. The small courtyard in the east chamber was originally the place where the sister-in-law should live, and Ma Kuo placed Ma Qing's mother and son here, and the Ma family naturally understood what they wanted. Along the way, the clansmen were respectful, and someone reminded that Ma Mu was making dumplings in the kitchen. One of Qingjiang's customs is to eat dumplings in the early snow, but I didn't expect to eat so early this year. In the Central Plains, the population is expensive, and there are very few slaves in various places, and this kind of family routine is that the lady leads the clansmen to do it herself.

Ma Qing turned around again and ran to the kitchen to the west, and after walking a short time, he saw four or five women around the stove in the distance, one of whom was a plump and tall woman wearing golden satin, who was Ma Qing's mother, Wang.

Wang's forehead is very wide, the eyebrows and eyes are straight, and he looks extremely atmospheric, he is a big beauty, but he has a heroic spirit of a man. The next kitchen is also dressed up, and it seems that this Ma Qingai's genes are indeed biological. When Wang saw Ma Qing, he came out of the kitchen, took three steps and two steps, and stayed in front of Ma Qing, and grabbed Ma Qing's ear without waiting for him to speak. The force can make it not small, and the ears are immediately red and transparent.

Ma Qing didn't dare to say anything else, and shouted: I'm wrong mother, I'm wrong mother, tap it, eh.

There was no one around to persuade them, and some of them were close to each other, and even laughed, it seemed that it was commonplace for Ma Qing to be beaten.

Wang said: What are you wrong?

Ma Qing was beaten without any foreshadowing, where did he know what was going on, but Ma Qing felt that his mother would be dragged if he was asked, which was a matter of course. After thinking about it, I couldn't say a word.

Wang pulled Ma Qing's ears again, and said in a low voice: Your second uncle is worried like that, you actually have the face to come into the courtyard like this?

Ma Qing thought to himself, why didn't I see that the second uncle was worried, the second uncle is usually like that, mother, aren't you thinking about it, and responded: If it is military affairs, I can't participate casually.

Wang hatefully scratched the back of Ma Qing's head and said: Who are you, who are you who you don't participate, go quickly.

General Ma Qing is nine-foot, who sees that he is not three points shorter, and when he goes out, he is also a tyrant in the city, and he is the master of his word. But he was extremely filial, and Wang didn't say a word, so he didn't say a word to find Ma Kuo. didn't think about what to say, just stood quietly behind Ma Kuo. But this person has no qualitative character, looking left and right, scratching his ears and cheeks without stopping.

Ma Kuo's realm is profound, which makes it a bow, and his perception of the environment is extremely delicate, of course, he knows that Ma Qing looks like a monkey. He turned around and picked the question: What do you think this snow is famous?

Ma Qing didn't dare to slack off, and he didn't know what was going on when he thought about it carefully, so he tried to say as concisely as possible: The snow is early.

Ma Kuo said, it's early.

Ma Qing's brain was very fast, and he said again: Today, the ninth day of the ninth month of September, is Chongyang, the time when fire virtue is at its peak.

Ma Kuo's eyes were cold: This snow may be unusual, you go to the south of the city to find "Bai Fengchang" to find out what great cultivators have come to the city recently.

Ma Qing sang the promise and hurriedly went out.

"I hope it's a blessing rather than a curse. ”