Yinque Building, the masterpiece of Lu Yu, is only three floors high, and the first floor is the place where the guests are gathered, which is wide and has books, paintings, flowers, wood, embroidery and carving accessories. There is a study next to it, and the study has no door and is separated by eaves. There is a Nanmu bookshelf against the wall in the room, but there is not a single book on the shelf, only a small potted flower prepared by Xie Wenyan, which is quite aura. After a while, he swayed by himself, as if he had a spirit and was about to take shape. There is a tall desk in front of the bookshelf, and ordinary people stand up straight and bow their heads slightly, just to put down the pen. This high case is also the handiwork of Lu Yu, when Lu Yu died, he said:

"Today's young people, with a little ink in their stomachs, have written a few articles, read a few book collections, and make some achievements, they become arrogant, one, a waste of talent. Second, the words of the unrevered saints. Third, the greed for pleasure is gradually lost, and it is not a pity to die without repentance. Ah~phew~"

Back then, this building was obtained by Yi Qingfeng and Lu Yu, and everyone knew who Lu Yu was scolding. As a result, after Yi Qingfeng died, Lu Yu scolded even more fiercely:

"Today's young people, as their self-sustaining Taoism grows deeper, they go around causing trouble, and they refuse to bow their heads and turn over old books, but they don't know that what Taoist books say is life."

After a few more years, Lu Yu, who had a hint of melancholy and nostalgia on his face, spoke again:

Although this muddy boy is not welcomed, for some reason, I am a little sad to hear that he has died. My Silver Bird Tower, painstakingly designed, was not fully discovered by him after all. ”

The second floor of the Silver Bird Building is a women's boudoir, and there are not a few boudoirs, all of which are connected to the first floor with the technique of mustard seeds, and the secret method is probably only known to Yi Qingfeng back then.

As for the third floor, Xie Wenyu has never found the entrance, but he knows that there is a third floor, but he doesn't know how to go up. After Yi Qingfeng's death, Xie Wenyu directly forced this building, not wanting to study it for hundreds of years, and only knowing that this building was a small world of its own, and he didn't know anything about the rest.

Now the three people who don't go up to the second floor, Yi Qingfeng and Hua Yuexi, are all in the study, one is spreading the book, and the other is laying the star map, each with his own gods.

Sitting outside the study, Xie Wenyu's two jade legs swinged back and forth, the two willow eyebrows were sometimes clustered, sometimes stretched, a pair of starry eyes, sometimes churning, sometimes calm as the sea.

wanted to speak, but repeatedly threw himself into the two who were quite attentive at this time without opening his mouth, Yi Qingfeng sensed it early, but at this time it was pushed to a critical juncture, and he couldn't say anything. Hua Yue, who sighed slightly, also had a hint of resentment on her face, and said to Xie Wenyu:

"Sister, it's better to eat some fruit and pass the time."

Xie Wenyu stopped swinging his legs in an instant, and directly took out a lot of fruits from the compartment in the building, one in each hand, staring at the two of them with his eyes, taking a big bite and eating a big bite.

Yi Qingfeng, who finally found the clues, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Xie Wenyu:

"Yu'er, give me one."

"Don't give it, if you want to eat it, you can get it yourself."

Yi Qingfeng could figure out what Xie Wenyu was angry about, and he couldn't say it, so he could only sigh slightly and said:

"Yu'er, Xianggong has to set up a stall again, and I'll eat it when I come back."

Xie Wenyu, who didn't want to be confused when he heard it, directly smashed a pear to Yi Qingfeng, and said:

"Xianggong eats pears and dares to run away secretly, whether it is the end of the world, or the other side of the Buddha, or the nine shades of Huangquan, the lady will arrest you back, and the family law will serve."

Yi Qingfeng's face was full of doubts, how many years has it been since he got married, when did he come out with a family law?

Hua Yue smiled shyly:

"Alright, alright, it's not time for that kind of exaggeration. Now it's just a few minor troubles that follow. ”

"Heh~ Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures."

Looking at Xie Wenyu, who was covering his ears with his hands and shaking his head with his eyes closed, Hua Yue smiled shyly, it was too funny, and she didn't even know what to laugh at.

A trace of resentment also dissipated under the effort of a few words, and Yi Qingfeng, who had a smile on his face, said:

"We'll have to get back to our old business again."

Then, Yi Qingfeng, who flashed out of the Silver Bird Building, ran to the familiar street again, set out the table and chairs, and the two chairs were still the same, Yi Qingfeng, who took out the old chair again, leaned on the old chair with both hands on the back of his head, and with the slight force of his feet, the old chair slowly shook. Yi Qingfeng, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I know that I have to do it, Lao Lu, I have a heart."

Above the Nine Heavens, Lu Yu, who was blowing his beard and staring at a few real people at this time, suddenly heard someone in the world shouting at him, looked down, and said with joy:

"Heh~ This young man is still so badly beaten."

The two flags waving in the wind stood straight and rattled, for fear that people would not be able to see them.

Now the Iron Clan tribe who have settled in Jindui City, after a day of sadness, although they are bitter in their hearts, they still have to live a good life, and those who are desperate to keep alive are not dead in vain?

At this time, a heartbroken Iron Clan woman walked to the hexagram stall in despair, sat down after hesitation, and asked:

"Chief, how many days do I have left?"

How can a fortune teller calculate his own death, Yi Qingfeng, who was thundered, sat up suddenly, looked at the woman with red and swollen eyes in front of him, looked at it carefully, and then said:

"It's going to take decades."

The even more sad woman scolded directly:

"Fuck you, it's not accurate at all."

As he spoke, he ran away while crying, the corners of Yi Qingfeng's eyes twitched, watching the woman run away, his face was full of helplessness, so he could only continue to bask in the sun. After a while, the woman who ran to the bridge looked at the rushing river and fell headlong.

It's a pity that the woman who waited for a long time and didn't listen to the sound of falling water opened her eyes. By this time, the woman had already stood back on the bridge, sighed, and slowly crossed the bridge.

Xiao Mubai, who was squatting under the bridge, was holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and a wine gourd in one hand, and said:

"It's really unlucky, I have nothing to do to watch a fish, and after only half a while, more than a dozen people want to go down to the river to bathe, if you smash the fish and do miscellaneous?"

After a while, a child also ran to the bridge, jumped off the bridge with a smile, and after a plop into the water, and after a while came out again, ready to jump off the bridge again.

Xiao Mubai, who was extremely annoyed, directly waved his broken arm and said angrily:

"Little ghost, I've put up with you for a long time, go play elsewhere."

The trained Temupa, looking at the man in white with a broken arm, ignored it, and jumped off the bridge after a while, playing quite happily by himself.

"I'm rubbing, I'm good-tempered now, twenty years earlier, I'm going to throw it into the sea and let you soak it enough."

Xiao Mubai, who had a smile on his face unconsciously, said angrily, it seems that he didn't do this less when he was young.

At the foothold of the Iron Clan, the Iron Wing Dragon, who understood that his current martial arts cultivation was too poor, went out to find a victory, and Shi Qian, who had nothing to do, followed behind the Iron Arm Dragon, planning to follow the cultivation of the martial arts cultivation of Jindui City.

Now that the phantom skin is in the body, there is no sense of panic, Jia Pi has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he doesn't know his true body, so he is not afraid of being exposed.

was originally a little cowardly, but now it is just right to become a woman, which coincides with the heavens, and even attracts the constant attention of Jin Dui Cheng Xiaoxiu.

The iron-armed dragon, who did not find the victory in the city, was unconsciously attracted by the two flags, and then sat down and asked:

"Dao Chief, do I have any hope of revenge in this life?"

Yi Qingfeng, who heard someone asking, opened his eyes and saw the Iron Wing Dragon, and then looked at the Iron Rain that was following the Iron Arm Dragon, took a deep breath, and then said:

"It's not that it doesn't work, but not now."

"How?"

"When you enter the Eight Realms at such an age, there will be a strong man to guide the way, and now you are looking for me, just to ask where the soldiers are victorious?"

"Yes."

"He is on the wall of the city of Jindui, and there he is."

Then, nodding his head in thanks, the iron-armed dragon who had taken out the broken silver was about to get up and leave, not wanting Yi Qingfeng to stop him directly:

"Don't you want to know where the enemy is locked?"

"Where?"

"In your heart."

"In the heart?"

"Don't be blinded by hatred, see clearly before deciding."

The iron-winged dragon listened to the inexplicable words and was puzzled. Not wanting to be at this time, Shi Jian was frightened, sat on another chair and asked:

"Dao Chief, I have doubts in my heart. A person is out of love with his wife at home, I don't know what the number of lives is? ”

"It's not going to be good."

"If his wife wants to kill him because of hatred in her heart, will this person live?"

"They will not live."

The shock in Yi Qingfeng's heart became worse and worse when he said this, but he didn't dare to change in the slightest, and he couldn't help but want to open his mouth, and the hand placed under the table also had a hint of holding a knife. No, at this time, Tie Yuhua, who had a slightly melancholy expression, continued to speak.

"Dao Chief, I still have a doubt."

"Please."

"After people put on masks, do they forget themselves after a long time?"

Yi Qingfeng changed his mind in an instant, and said with a smile:

"Ordinary people will."

"What's the explanation?"

"Ordinary people are rare for seventy years, and they may die before they reach their hearts, and they will forget their original selves."

There is a trace of the breath of that person on his body, and he is estimated to have some connection with that person, but if he is not as smart as that person, he will not act boldly. Shi Qian, who had the answer in his heart, stopped asking. Instead, he smiled and got up, pulled the iron arm and went to the city wall to find victory.

After the two of them walked away, Yi Qingfeng, who had reappeared in his eyes, looked at the figures of the two, slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"When I feel the rain of flowers, I hate to say goodbye to birds."

Shi Jian under the phantom skin, he didn't dare to release his divine thoughts in this Jindui City, and Yi Qingfeng's words were naturally not heard. Yi Qingfeng, who once again made a dangerous move, survived the catastrophe~

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The Confucian group who watched the play in Jindui City and had a little feeling, now has stepped into the land of Xizhou for two days, Dong Mo, who is hurrying day and night, with the steps under his feet, looking at Jindui City that is getting closer and closer, his heart is full of mixed feelings, but he is all wiped out by that trace of excitement.

Zhou Xiujie is very unhappy, she doesn't feel happy anywhere, the land of Xizhou is full of mountains and little water, and she often sees a stream only after several mountains are turned over, the two qi of heaven and earth are slightly dry, and the uneasiness of her age deeply stings her. But fortunately, there is a jade heart hanging on the waist, which is slightly comfortable. Even if it is not the secret of Taoism, it is not a peach and plum who can't get married, but unfortunately he fell in love with Dong Mo, a thousand-year-old male man, and the rotten stone is resistant to knocking, and he is not open at all.

This kind of thing is above Dongzhou in the state of etiquette, and it is impossible for a woman to speak, Zhou Xiujie, who cherished Dong Mo's talent in the early years, worked hard to read and read side by side with him, and the article was full of wisdom. It is that many Confucian sages have to make the slightest concession and congratulate them as gentlemen.

Seeing that it has traveled to the place of Jindui City for a hundred miles, the two qi of heaven and earth at this time have changed from the original slightly dry, into a trace of cool air, until noon, the sun is scorching, and I don't want to be around Jindui City but slightly cool, I can't help but make people feel happy.

However, the good times did not last long, but after traveling dozens of miles, the slight coolness at this time was already with a trace of coldness, and there were even more residual swords, broken knives, and kept flying through the air, making a slight wail, like remorse, as if reluctant.

The slightest unhappiness in Zhou Xiujie's heart, which was touched by the feelings, slowly dissipated, and said:

"War, after all, is war."

Dong Mo felt a little and continued:

"Although there is a trace of killing, but more reluctantly, the people who hold the umbrella for others are dead, and will continue to hold the umbrella for others, they are not dead, but they have changed to another way of living."

"Oh~ What do you say?"

"Live in the hearts of future generations and forge ahead for future generations."

If he felt that Dong Mo had faintly climbed into the realm of Confucian pseudo-saints, now Zhou Xiujie felt that he was sitting down and said:

"Have you ever touched the Nine Realms?"

"Plausible."

"How?"

"Cultivation is one realm, and the mind is another."

Looking at the slightly tall back with a trace of majesty, Zhou Xiujie didn't speak again, just a few words, and the rest of the road was less than ten miles.

The white-haired soldiers on the city wall, looking at the Confucian people who are gradually approaching, have a lot of doubts in their hearts, this Xizhou is far from the state of etiquette, and the middle of the sea is sandwiched between the middle continent, what does this pedestrian mean by coming here?

On the West Continent, if you don't engage in fancy intestines, you can't figure it out and ask, and then Bing Sheng said:

"Who's coming?"

"Confucian Dong Mo."

"Why are you here?"

"Ask, answer."

"This city is in danger, why should you die in vain?"

Dong Mo smiled and shook his head silently.

On the city wall, the slightly speechless soldier was even slightly puzzled. Obviously, this place of Xizhou will be known to the troubled world, and this Jinyi City is even more of a disaster, but another group of people continue to gather in this city.

Thinking deeply about the useless military victory, he didn't take Tu, took a deep breath, pulled away the fist and restrained his breath, and swung a punch at Dong Mo and his party.

Seeing that the strength of the fist was approaching, Dong Mo did not move at all, without the slightest panic, the hiking stick in his hand was changed from a single hand to a two-handed hold, gently placed in front of him, and then said:

"Zi said: Stop."

Then everyone saw a fist formed by the martial arts true dragon staying three feet in front of everyone, and they couldn't move an inch. The wind rose all around, the grass on the ground was toppled, and behind Dong Mo, the wind was calm.

Then Dong Mo took another breath and said:

"Zi said: Scatter."

Then, the fist strength formed by the martial true dragon slowly dispersed and merged back into the two qi of heaven and earth, without causing any waves.