Jindui City is hidden in the Silver Bird Tower under a small stone on the side of the steps at the gate of the Night House.

In the study at this time, the bright moon in Hua Yue's eyes was slightly bright, and the star map in his hand had extended to the battle situation between the Iron Clan and the Yaksha Clan.

The brows are stretched, as if it is not effortless, hundreds of stars of various colors, the brightness and darkness are even different, and you don't need to be particularly detailed to know the seven, seven, eight, eight.

Outside the study, Xie Wenyu had nothing to do, so he stared at Hua Yue with staring eyes, after Yi Qingfeng went out on weekdays, the second daughter did her homework every day, practiced, drank tea, and talked about the Tao.

Xie Wenyan, who didn't know where his father-in-law had gone, could only stare at Hua Yue and pass the time.

Soon, Hua Yuesha took the star map, strolled to Xie Wenyu and said:

"How about a game of chess?"

Xie Wenyu's thin eyebrows were raised directly, and he said with a hint of anger:

"Playing chess? How? You let you win, you let you lose, don't go down, don't win."

Hua Yue smiled shyly and shook her head, no way.

But it's true, even passing the time is almost meaningless after all.

As soon as the picture turned, Yi Qingfeng didn't have much time to set up a stall during this time, and he would only appear when others appeared, and most of the time he followed behind the third son to see how this son used this miscellaneous way.

However, I didn't expect that for more than half a month, this son only adjusted the location of the house and lived a small life, so he no longer went deep into other things, and rarely communicated with others.

Yi Qingfeng's face was expressionless, it was true that Lone Star was killed, but it was not a fate, it was a transfer, and he should be able to communicate with people for a while.

History books, the name is not very good, books are losing, always reading, always losing, but in addition to reading, there is no other hobby, the body is too poor, the flowers and grass can't stand it, the spleen and stomach are not healthy, and the meat and wine can't be enjoyed.

After selling paintings and calligraphy, and having a little bit of money in hand, he will run to the tavern to listen to books.

The tavern is a wonderful place, the rich go up to the flower building, the poor go down to the tavern, and the down-and-out scholars are often happy.

On the first floor of the tavern, there are more than a dozen tables, eating and drinking, occasionally singing and singing, and also by luck. On the second floor of the tavern, the storyteller on the side of the upstairs screen, dozens of small stools, and a small pier next to it, which is convenient for putting teapots, teacups, and saucers.

A pot of tea has seven copper plates, a plate of fragrant beans has three copper plates, and a few copper plates are left for a big tea money, and there is no need to say anything.

Sitting is half a day's work, wasting time, for mortals, it is not a bad thing, and the desire to be busy all day will eventually deepen.

There is no supreme qualification, perseverance is not strong, the body is not good, and there is no desire to progress.

Yi Qingfeng feels that it is not bad to live like this, there are seven points less noise, three points more leisure, and a small amount of money, after all, there is more than enough.

If a person has the opportunity to take control of his own destiny, or try to control his own life. Yi Qingfeng will not directly interfere, or directly choose a path for him, if he does, it will still be a little less interesting and a little more troublesome after all.

Every time you choose, you are actually faintly changing your luck, and it is difficult to move your big life, but you can use luck and geography to turn it around.

Those who are good at listening to the words of others will believe the words of others, and if they fail, they will complain more about others.

has lost his own opinions, but embarked on a road that he should not take, and those who are poor and can still hurt others must have a weapon for themselves.

It's a pity that after all, he is still a prodigal son, and time is worth it.

The history books that have not been erected for a long time, the head is half white, but the face is like a young man, and the body is like an old man in the age of a sixtieth year.

Yi Qingfeng is ready to escape, in the wind mixed technique, there is a hidden method of nourishing qi, if this son finds it, make good use of it, the body will be full day by day, and it still can't be explained, it all depends on personal chance.

Hand out the treasure, and you have to know it.

It's a pity that in the past half a month, I have repeatedly wanted to escape, but I have repeatedly looked back.

After all, from this son, I saw some memories of his reincarnation of the ninth life, and Yi Qingfeng, who sighed slightly, turned into a hundred-year-old man

Bian Er conjured up a hundred-year-old wife and son, sat a hundred meters away from the tavern, and began to hug his wife and son and cry bitterly.

The sound of wailing slowly spread, and as the day began to move westward, and in the afterglow of dusk, the number of people listening to books in the tavern was decreasing, and people kept leaving.

The history book that got up on the second floor finally walked out of the tavern, and when he got out of the tavern, he heard the old man crying, and some of the passers-by took a look, and some asked and left, but after all, he still did not stop.

The history book, who heard the crying, heard the sound and asked:

"Uncle, why are you crying here?"

The old man incarnated by Yi Qingfeng said tremblingly:

"The old woman has been injured by the heat recently, and I have no solution to it, so I cried loudly."

When the history book heard this, he was as stunned as a puppet, and then he spoke:

"I don't know how to heal."

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The old man said again:

"Can you send the old man some money, the old man can go to the doctor."

The history books that have lived in the thunder position for 20 years are extremely stingy, and every day is a copper plate counting the days, and now when I hear the old man ask for money, I want to leave, but after thinking about it, now I am a widow at home, and it is useless to keep so much money, so I began to touch it from my body.

I saw that dozens of copper plates were taken out from the left sleeve, and more than a dozen copper plates were taken out from the right sleeve, and a few more pieces of broken silver were taken out from his arms and secretly handed them to the old man, and said:

"That's all I guess I have, I don't know if it's enough to see a doctor."

The old man who saw the money was open-eyed, immediately stopped crying, and accepted the money casually.

The history book that straightened his waist sighed slightly, a little relieved, if one day, he also fell to this point, do you also have the courage to go to the street and ask people for money.

Hehe laughed at the history book, with a smile on his face, and he already had the answer.

Yi Qingfeng, who saw the history book leaving, got up in an instant, changed back to himself, stared at the two shoes of the history book, and said with a slight squint in his eyes:

"Why does this man like to hide money so much?"

When the time came, it was already dark, and I returned to the history book in the small courtyard after dinner, lit the lamp, sat down by the bookcase in front of the window, and read the book quietly.

The invisible Yi Qingfeng, the true qi of the Great Dao in his hand, slowly condensed, turned into a green with a faint hint of green, and waved his hand towards the history book he was reading.

Feeling puzzled, the history book said softly:

"Huh~, why do you suddenly feel a little cool?"

At this time, the wet, cold, and evil qi that had accumulated in the history books were also cleared away, and the mind returned to peace in an instant.

At this time, let go of the history books that are about strange and ghostly talks. ran back to the bed and took "Wind Miscellaneous" again, and finally turned to the method of nourishing qi.

Forget to say and don't disperse, keep a god.

The eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the umbilicus, the top and bottom look at each other, and the heart depends on each other.

The history books in his eyes were full of fine light, and he didn't raise his eyebrows, and said in surprise:

"Immortals, I've met an immortal."

Yi Qingfeng, who had been staring at the history books, finally had a smile on his face, and kept throwing several copper plates in his hand.

At this time, I flipped through the history book again, saw the money hexagram, touched the edge of the whole body, and there was not half a copper plate on my body, slapped my head violently, took off my shoes, pulled out the insole, and buckled the shoes to the desk.

The copper plate rolled down on the desk, just six, and it was dry.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Coincidental? Luck? By chance?

The history books that know a little about the meaning of the hexagram are happy first and then mourned.

If the hexagram is good, it is tiring.

Then he smiled, stopped paying attention to money, and continued to flip through the book.

Yi Qingfeng secretly adjusted the copper coin, because it was originally a Yu hexagram, if he came out of Yu, with this lazy character, it would be unlucky.

Suddenly, Yi Qingfeng slapped his forehead and regretted it again.

People who hide dampness, usually eat and replenish a lot of discharge, qi and blood are difficult to transform, qi and blood are deficient, and their gods are weak, people

If you like to sleep, you will be lazy.

I have already shot the wet before, and if I get this hexagram, this son will be more cautious and self-defeating, haha.

Yi Qingfeng, who pinched his fingers, knew that he couldn't make any more moves, otherwise this son and his life would not be able to bear too many blessings after all. He cast a longitudinal golden light and fled directly back to the Silver Bird Tower.

As soon as he stepped into the Silver Bird Tower, Xie Wenyu twisted Yi Qingfeng's ear with one hand and said:

"Xianggong, the battle for the southwest is a mess, how can you still have the heart to play?"

Yi Qingfeng, who kept grinning and twitching on his face, was pulled by the ear, and kept begging for mercy:

"Yu'er, Yu'er, let go first, let go first."

Xie Wenyu must have been a little angry, and at this time, it is more accurate for the husband and wife to shoot at the same time.

Yi Qingfeng, who finally escaped the magic grasp, rubbed his ears, looked at Hua Yuexi, who was pushing Xinghe at this time, and Xie Wenyu, who was a little angry, and said:

"The elephant is in the north, its wind is in the south, the savage is vicious, and this battle is unharmed."

Of course, Xie Wenyu also knew about this, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"Can this battle turn the big into the small?"

I didn't want Yi Qingfeng's eyes to be deep, he shook his head, sighed and said:

"It is easiest and most effective to solve the problem before it happens, and it is difficult to solve the problem after all. After the incident, there is no need to resolve the problem, because it is a foregone conclusion."

Xie Wenyu continued:

"Is that just a matter of fate?"

Yi Qingfeng said again:

"It's inconvenient to shoot, nameless."

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Say, Yakshas

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within the territory.

Hei Takuno was armed with a sporadic gun, his marksmanship was not exquisite, and he was repeatedly blocked by Darcy's steel whip, and his body was exposed after only a dozen rounds of fighting.

Darcy seized the opportunity behind him, slashed at him, and in a matter of moments, he was separated and killed.

Black Yingshi and Iron Bone Thorn, who apologized to each other before the battle, had the most battle rounds, and the nine barbarians behind them couldn't intervene, so they watched from afar.

The black Yingshi who is holding the bead general, a thin sword is painted all over the body, and the sword qi is restrained and the three feet next to him are not released, but the sword of the demon, and the thorn with the bone spur in his hand, just like a chess opponent, the commander fights with each other.

The bone spurs in the hands of the stabs, the stabbing points were repeated, and they were facing the thirty-six death points.

The beads in the hands of the black incadet will be equally fine, and on the tips of the bone spurs, the bone swords collide,-for-tat, and silently.

The brave Iron Crown Ganzhi, who was following Darcy, shook his head and said:

"It's hard to meddle."

Another brave Tie Guanjiang also followed:

"That's true, this demon is wrapped in sword qi all three feet outside his body, and even if we try our best to make a sword, we will also be blocked by the sword qi, but it will fall into a flaw, causing trouble to Darcy."

Tieguan Ganzhi thought for a while, and then spoke again:

"Chu Lan and the others died on the stabbing method of another demon, and there must be a connection between these two demons."

The iron clan is arranged in generations, the blood is the next generation of the bone, the crown is the next generation of the bone, although Dada is young, but the generation is not low, the dragon was not born in the iron clan, and the arm is the beginning of Dazhou.

Later, after the iron bone Dazhou left, the iron bone reached one, and the division of the branch and the side was canceled, because the iron clan had many battles in the branch and the side for several years, and all the exports were divided into the branch.

In the first few years, the junior Xiaoman was still very fierce, thinking that the iron bone was to replace their branches, and he didn't want to reach one in order to avoid a chaotic war between the branches and the side.

So this generation cultivated as the first person Iron Blood Bo Yi opened his mouth to admonish, and at this point, there was no branch or side under the iron clan.

The juniors are vigorous, and it is inevitable that they will fight because of a little problem, and the results of Dayi's intentions are quite good, and after 20 years of hard work, the relationship between the iron clan branch and the side has become more and more harmonious.

The iron-clad Darcy who was divided into life and death also directly forced into the battlefield of the Black Heroic Saint.

At this time, there are three iron blood blue, iron bone Daxi and iron bone Damo

Through the Xuanwu Dao, the barbarian cultivator killed the black Yingsheng.

In other words, another banshee, Hei Wenying, was holding a one-zhang-long Haolongxiu silver spear and black hair, constantly colliding with the iron-blooded jade double phoenix round thorn ring.

The two daughters are both handsome, and their means are also able to support themselves, and they are more than capable of self-preservation.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that the two daughters have the intention of keeping their hands, and the Haolongxiu silver spear in Hai Wenying's hand has not made a killing move.

There was a hint of doubt on Iron-Blooded Jade Ning's face, and he couldn't help but ask during the battle:

"You're not a Yaksha demon?"

Hai Wenying nodded slightly, shook his head again, and said:

"No, it's again."

Iron-blooded Jade Ning twitched his face, and the double phoenix round thorn ring in his hand tightened and loosened, and then opened his mouth to ask again:

"How?"

Haven Ying said:

"My clan is a small clan, thousands of years ago by the Yaksha clan, defeated and became a coward, most of the demon flowers in the clan fled to Jade City, I was captured here in the war of resistance."

"What do you think?"

"I don't think much."

Between the two women, they talked constantly, and they didn't feel murderous at all, as if they were playing at home.

Iron-blooded Jade Ning spoke again:

"Can you marry a demon?"

"Nope."

"Will you join my Iron Clan?"

Haven Ying's face was dumbfounded, and it was difficult to answer.

In the past thousand years, in the Yaksha clan, in addition to cultivation every day, there is no intersection with the demon, and its cultivation is the body, and the Yaksha clan wants to use the strong to gain more than it loses, so they are indifferent and ignore it.

As for the heart of revenge, it has gradually faded as time has passed.

With the power of a demon to contend with the entire Yaksha clan, Haven Ying asked himself if he couldn't do it.

Now that the iron-blooded jade condensation can break through the hidden secrets, Hei Wenying stopped shooting, silently put away the gun, and sighed:

"There are still people from my clan in Jade City, and now that the shackles of the Yaksha clan have also been broken through by the Iron Clan, it is better to get out of this battlefield."

No, Iron-blooded Jade Ning spoke again:

"Wait, wait until one arrives, and then go."

"Who?"

"Iron bones."

"Why?"

"It's too ferocious to kill with one heart, you are out of chaos at this time, in case you bump into him, I'm afraid it's not good."

Hai Wenying, who collected the gun, squatted quietly in the air, watching the battle between the Yaksha Clan and the Iron Clan in full swing, but there was no ripple in his heart.

Thousands of years ago, this was the case with our own people.

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