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On the way to the hospital where Jiang Xiuye's grandson was hospitalized, Wang Quanquan caught a glimpse of a pretty shadow in the teahouse, hesitated slightly, and turned around directly to the teahouse.

Business in the building was still booming, and the masked woman rarely chose a ballad outside the Seychelles instead of chanting those soul-stirring tunes.

The sound of the pipa is no longer as tender as the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the past, but the desert scenery with a faint sense of slaughter, the scene seems to have blown through the rough wind and sand, and many sons and brothers who come to have fun can't help but feel depressed for a while.

This depression made them feel uncomfortable at first, but as time passed, a sense of heroism that they had never felt before surged in their hearts.

This heroism is not that they spent a lot of money in the Qinglou of Goolan, nor did they pass away with a vicious dog and a bad servant, but the initial blood of a man.

At this moment, the people present seemed to reacquaint themselves with the woman on the stage.

The sound of the pipa moved rapidly, and the feeling of suffocation was especially better than just now, but even so, they began to immerse themselves in this feeling, frowning or smiling, but they did not panic.

The song came to an abrupt end at the highest point, like the wind and sand dissipating, the sun was shining, and everyone seemed to have just experienced life and death, with different expressions.

Wang Quanquan stared at the woman, his face contemplative.

……

Yan Luo stood up suddenly, picked up the pipa and was about to leave, when a son-in-law from the gate said in a word:

"Girl, slow, my father's birthday is coming, can I invite the girl to play a song at home, the price is negotiable."

The woman shook her head and said indifferently:

"I'm leaving."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The woman put on a burqa and carried the pipa on her back, and there was no nostalgia for this place, so she left, and the king looked at each other in a daze, and after a long time, sighed.

……

Decades ago, the brother and sister who depended on each other met an immortal, the man begged the immortal to change his eyes to his sister, the immortal felt his sincerity and agreed, but he couldn't bear to lose his sight, so he changed a pair of night owl eyes to him with his magical powers.

After that, the man could no longer see the day, and later became the assassin who could only walk in the night in order to make a living.

Yan Luo has traveled a lot of places over the years, among which the place where she has stayed for the longest time is Xichi, in Xichi, she has experienced the desert style, just a song, is what she has seen and felt over the years.

It was not her intention to stop in the middle of a song, and what she had to do next was to perfect the piece.

The guy was right, since the elder brother gave him his eyes, he should go to enjoy this great river and mountain on his behalf.

……

In a small courtyard in the capital, Jiang Xiucheng, who had just returned from the Ministry of Industry, took off his official uniform, washed his hands carefully by the well, and then walked towards a hut.

As soon as Wang Quanquan came here, he discovered the other party's strange behavior, and thought that this kid had learned how to hide the golden house, so he secretly followed.

The boy looked around, and when he found that there was no one, he took out the key from his bosom and opened the two-pound lock.

Inside the hut, the light was a little dim, and there were very few things, except for a large box in the middle, only a huge glass mirror on the side of the wall remained.

Although the glass mirror looks big, there are many bumps in the corners, and the figure in the mirror looks crooked, and it is the defective product of the glass factory at a glance.

Seeing this, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but laugh and scolded:

"Stinky boy, I don't know how to get something valuable."

……

The young man took out a brass key from his bosom, and when Wang Quanquan saw the key, a meaningful smile immediately appeared on his face.

With a "clang", the wooden box was opened by the teenager with great effort, and there were all kinds of clothes neatly stacked inside, with fine workmanship, and each piece was worth a lot of money.

The boy carefully picked up one of them, unfolded it gently, and put it on his body to weigh it, it was an indigo scribe's robe, the size was just right for the boy's figure.

Wang Quanquan saw this with a smile on his face even stronger, this box of clothes was left by him before leaving, he knew that the other party liked long shirts, but he was extremely old-fashioned, relying on that bit of silver, I am afraid that he may not be able to buy a decent dress for a year.

He happened to save a lot before, and it was not worth it to move and take it away, so he simply made a favor, found a tailor to modify it, and gave it to Jiang Xiucheng directly.

The young man was looking in the mirror beautifully, and Jiang Xiuye's voice sounded outside:

"Xiucheng, don't put aside that sneaking in the mirror, I already knew, hurry up and help me make a pot of wine."

The young man was a little embarrassed when he heard this, put his clothes back in the box, locked them again, and then went out.

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, his figure flickered, and he disappeared.

……

In the Donghan Palace, a man in a crimson prince's uniform was supporting the woman to greet the king of Donghan, Chu Buxiu saw that his daughter-in-law's belly was getting bigger and bigger day by day, and his eyes were full of joy, and after a while, he planned to pass on the throne to his son.

In Nanqiang, across the river from Donghan, an old man was packing up his clothes in the room, and a tiger-headed child ran into the house and said excitedly:

"Grandpa, when are we leaving?" As he spoke, he turned around, revealing the small burden behind his back, "Look, I'm all set." ”

The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head, then looked at his daughter-in-law standing outside the door, and said, "Let's leave now." ”

Outside the door, the three armies had already been assembled, and everyone was reluctant, and the person who was the leader was the mother's uncle named Xie Lingyu, who was responsible for taking over the old man's position.

The old man first glanced at the former robe, and then hugged his fist towards Xie Lingyu and said:

"I'm tired of General Xie, wait for me to take care of these bunnies."

"General Yan rest assured, Xie will treat each other as a brother."

The old man nodded, took one last look at the direction of the Lanjiang River, turned around, and his always straight back finally loosened a little at this moment.

"Send General Yan!" The three armed forces issued neat slogans.

The old man who turned his back couldn't help but shed tears after all.

……

On the western edge of the desert, in a guard near Xichi, a black-clothed man with a wine pot hanging from his waist straddled a war horse, and a big spear in his hand swept out, directly slapping off all three of his men wearing cloaks.

The man struck a blow and said with a presumptuous smile:

"I've said that you're still tender, so don't drink today, let's be honest all night."

At this time, the adjutant on the side stepped forward lightly in the belly of the horse, and said with a smile:

"General, I'm also hungry, do you want to recharge?"

The man in black shook the wine gourd on his waist, "Ah Xiu, this whole pot, bet you to wash my socks for a month." ”

"Deal!"

After the adjutant named Ah Xiu finished speaking, the silver spear in his hand stabbed straight out.

Wang Quanquan looked at this scene, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and looked to the northwest, where a golden light was rising into the sky.

……

In the Western Regions Dharma Temple, the female Dharma King who had been stagnant for many years suddenly had an epiphany, sat and soared, and the golden light almost illuminated half of the sky, and the monks and believers present saw this, and all knelt down to worship.

Only the little apprentice who had just been accepted by the female master did not look at the master who was already an empty shell, but walked out of the room and quietly looked at the pond in the temple that had never been planted with lotus flowers, and the pond bloomed with golden lotus flowers in an instant.

"Master said that it is a sin to live up to this scene."

The king's authority stood in mid-air, looking at the golden figure in front of him, a little crying and laughing.

"Master, have you seen through the red dust?"

The figure didn't speak, but just stretched out his finger and pointed in the southeast direction, and then went straight to the sky.

Wang Quanquan scratched his head, and said in his heart that he still likes to play dumb riddles after becoming a Buddha, although he thought so in his heart, he still closed his eyes and carefully sensed the direction pointed by the female Dharma King just now.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, murderous and awe-inspiring, "Look for death!" ”

After that, Wang Quanquan's fingers moved, and a fairy sword came out of Zhongzhou, and instantly traveled thousands of miles and went straight to the Bashu Tang Gate.

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This volume was originally intended to end at the end of last month.,It turned out that I inadvertently wrote a lot more plots.,Last month was too tormenting.,I want to have a good rest this month.,Two thousand a day.,Everyone take care of it.。

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