Dongyue Taishan, Wuyue Academy.

The wind is gentle and smooth, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

In the place where the ancient king sealed Zen, there is an antique small building standing quietly.

The low wall made of earth and stone has flowers and plants to climb, lush and green, and there is a faint sound of reading in the courtyard.

Beyond the courtyard wall, you can see that the doors and windows on the first floor of the small building are wide open, and you can vaguely see a fox dressed as a master, standing up, with round and thick paws slapping the blackboard, and the big fluffy tail swaying back and forth, spitting out people's words and covering the body with golden light.

The students in the audience shook their heads, and the noon sun fell on their faces, revealing more than a dozen shadows of different shapes.

There are people, chickens, cats, dogs, and some small wild animals common in the mountains, all wearing loose scholar's clothes, and reading in style.

"Hu Sheng!"

Suddenly, a person called anxiously, interrupting the sound of the book.

How hateful!

The master, who was known as Master Han, turned around when he heard the sound, faced the furry head in the room, and returned the salute seriously.

Zhang Liang received Han En for many generations, and Han was destroyed by Qin, that is, he took care of life and death, and assassinated Qin Shi Huang, who was fierce and powerful in the Seven Seas and the spirit of the world, in order to repay the old friendship, which is a blessing;

I laughed high: "Uninteresting survival wisdom." ”

A room of students stood up one after another and waved respectfully at this legendary card maker in Kyushu.

Ji Nian shook his head, drank a bottle of spiritual power elixir in the air, and weakly cheered up his spirits, and dropped the word "in".

Han Shi replied, turning his head to look southwest, which was also the direction where Qingshan was.

It is said that Wang Jindong's wisdom is not less outstanding, and now when I look at it, even the card is connected to the Internet.

The sludge in the prison is smoky and foul-smelling, which is rustic;

The hot "youth" with a white dragon embroidered on his robe folded his face with his fists, and looked sideways at the [Cave Mirror] clinging to the pillar.

"One breath of pressure and one hundred gases, the darkness suppresses evil."

"In just a few videos, you can make a few people run to Mount Tai to be tired, let the barbecue restaurant earn money that was originally saved for half of their lives in a few days, and let people who are slow to marry follow the trend to shoot children's rhyme videos, and their hands are bad like chicken feet, digging and digging."

[Guanghua Wenxin Xie Longchang], the material that was obtained after a long time, manifested at this time, leaned over slightly, and bowed to Ji Nian simply with full eyes.

The old man who was not like that, his eyes were red, and he had not yet come back to his senses, and when he saw the picture flipped, he hissed all over the ground slightly.

Heaven and earth have no righteousness, and chaos turns loyalty.

When Emperor Hui of the Jin Dynasty, the four kings entered the palace in chaos, and Ji Shao was killed by the rebel party to protect Emperor Hui, and his blood was splashed on Emperor Hui's dragon suit. At the end of the war, the palace people wanted to wipe his blood, but Emperor Jin Hui, who was occasionally strong and bullied by the royal family, was red-eyed, half aggrieved, half happy and roared: "This Xie Wenyuan's blood, don't wipe it!" ”

Immediately turned around, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Changqing and Xi Yanbo looking at him with a playful face, his old face was red, and he was reluctant to leave, so he hid his face and went into the woods, probing his head to look at Ji Nian's "writing" poems, hating to slap his two mouths.

Wang Jindong, who was far away in the Seven Emperors Palace in Shenjing, deeply agreed.

"What?"

Awe-inspiring and heroic, the prosperous era spread to the Ming court, and became a righteous man in chaos, and the martyrdom was dying......

The cough seemed to drain all the strength of my body, and the temple was as bad as a steel cone, and for a moment it stopped beating, and the heart was like a drum.

The waist is straight, the face is clear, the body is quite tall, slightly thin, and the pine-like body frame supports the Ye Qing master suit.

The White Emperor sighed a little helplessly, there are few peaks of the old era that are retreating with the times like me.

"We can make the bad poems and bad words that the quasi-'prince' of Xiaosizhou worked hard to write have become the exclusive domain of some bedbugs."

Outside the warehouse is rotten rice, dregs, and waste wood, which is rotten gas;

"Qingshan is the most attractive ghost, since the era of the card master, tired of evil and evil beasts, and suffered disasters for hundreds of years."

Facing the head of his eldest nephew, Yan Zhenqing was grief-stricken, and he was weak behind the people, and wrote in front of others, the most of the Chinese [regular script], replacing ink with blood, and even changing with scribbles, only hating the Tao is to do his brother and nephew loyalty, and he wrote the seventh [Xingshu] in the sky: "Manuscript for Sacrifice to Nephew".

[Or to cross the river, generously swallow Hu Qi. Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. 】

At the end of the Jin Dynasty, the Seven Chaos China, the ancestors crossed the northern expedition of the Yangtze River, hit the middle stream, the eyes were red, and they swore to restore the Central Plains.

No matter how little lesson plan there is, no matter how little attention is spent, it is like smoking an SSR or a traveling frog, which is usually used to care, and I myself pondered about taking off.

[In Qin Zhang Liangzhi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. 】

Only this blood and tears, outside of my "hometown", was used as a souvenir wrapper in the land of Shichishima Projectile.

"Thank you, you are not blessed, you are all like him."

"Do you want to use the [preaching] card?" Wang Jindong tentatively spoke.

Only the big girl who has a "fallen version" can help Ji Nian.

When he wrote the seventh sentence, Ji Nian had a headache like a fierce itch, his throat was dry and itchy, and he couldn't help coughing heavily.

"Nobody is reading poetry."

"It's also useless."

Holding on weakly, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to retreat [Great Wall Story Collection].

"It's finally the day I've been waiting for."

"You ......"

[The Eight Principles are really life, and morality is the root. 】

How could Wang Jindong, who was clear-eyed, hear the meaning of "White Emperor", he only hung his head and echoed heavily.

There are no two sides to people, there are few outright good people in the world, and the seven thousand years of China are people who lack big festivals and have no losses, and there are people who lack small virtues.

The slightly pale lips moved, and the seven characters spit out, and Ji Nian could hear what he was saying clearly, only to feel that the thick tone broke in from the center of his eyebrows, flowing in the seven limbs and hundreds of bones.

But I seemed to know the pain, and I weakly opened my bloodshot, swollen and stinging eyes, and looked at the phantom floating in the air.

"Huh?"

"Han Shusheng made a move."

"Ahem!"

Eight worries frequently annoyed the heavens, and the two dynasties opened the hearts of the old ministers.

In the end, it was a rain in the valley below, and the east wind of the year was returned.

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!

The righteousness of loyal ministers, the heart of a child. The righteousness of China is outside the warmth of this world.

When Ji Nian spoke, the eldest girl took care of her own temperament, and Daiyu also divided a small half of the grass and wood aura to relieve the pressure for Ji Nian.

It was as if it was about to burst open or stop beating in the last moment.

The gold threads that are counted are all over the eastern soil, and they break into the eyebrows of the chronicles.

After thinking about it for a while, there were still no small worries, so he gathered his energy and distracted, and traveled around the four states in a single thought, until he arrived in the eastern land.

Between the virtual and the real, the faint silver color of the card pen faintly emitted a heavy "creaking" crisp sound.

In the crowd, an old man in casual clothes turned his head to look at Zhou Changqing.

That Emperor Hui did not have a more famous language, called "What is meat-eating mince", and was jokingly called "the fool emperor" by the people of the time.

Ji Shizhong turned his head slightly, his eyes were full of envy: "His eldest son, the soil is buried in his ears and eyes, and he can still aim at a real dragon." ”

"Ah...... Yes? Wang Jindong was stunned when he heard this, and said in his heart What kind of stuff is that, how can I understand it too much.

That is the power of the first evil word in the ages!

Everyone in the world says that there is no spirit in China, and every time there is troubled times, they do their best to be loyal and righteous, so that they have a history of 7,000 years.

Words are like the tears of gods and ghosts, which are enough to fill the universe and penetrate the golden stone.

Master Han pondered for a while, his eyes trembling slightly: "Go and ring the bell of Chaowen and ask the disciples to recite poems with you, you must exert your efforts, you must be stingy with the [preaching] card, the farther it spreads, the worse it will be." ”

"What skills the younger generations have, they are all fighting for their own strength in the big year."

In the Anshi Rebellion, Suiyang Guard General Zhang Xun fought every battle, his eyes were cracked, his teeth were broken, and the enemy general inquired before the defeat, and only replied with one sentence: "I want to swallow the thief, but the force is the ear." The "enemy general" regards his teeth, and the survivors are more than eight."

The fox master asked, faintly with some "agility" that belonged to Karling.

"Bad little spirit, bad little ambition."

In addition, there were few card masters who had no intention of comparing with the "Chief Engineer of the Great Wall" earlier, and they were also in their prime, and they hated to tuck their heads out of their crotches at that time.

When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Su Wu sent the Huns, because of the oath to die is surrendered, was exiled to Beihai to herd sheep, 14 years, suffered and humiliated, white hair began to return, this is the festival.

Emperor Bai shook his head a little helplessly, and also transmitted the sound with his spiritual power, only swiped the mobile phone with one hand, and sent a message to Ma and Xia Qiren with a micro-message.

The hoarse sigh that belongs to the middle-aged man alone is transmitted from the end of the sea of knowledge.

Only this anger, like evil, thin is worthy of the literati only offset by "righteousness".

There is no fire in the prison to cook, deliberately fanning the smoke to fuel the fire demon, this is fire;

The historian sticks to it, knows the grace of the whole festival, the head of General Yan, Xie Wenyuan's blood, Zhang Suiyang's teeth, and Yan Changshan's tongue......

During the Anshi Rebellion, Changshan Taishou Yan Gaoqing raised troops to attack An Lushan, was defeated and captured, scolded An Lushan, cut off his tongue, and still scolded him for being a desperate mouth, and more than 80 people under the Yan family sacrificed their lives for the country.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment, and there was still some indelible shock in his eyes.

Just when I wanted to speak ill and was about to give up, there was a sudden soft shade on my wrist, and I saw that in the middle of the sea, the Internet addict man changed into this classic gray and white scholar uniform again, and held my hand with adoration in his eyes.

These greedy people sighed one after another, saying that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, and a "Song of Righteousness" can still change our temperament, but it also dispels our good and dark hearts.

[The wind eaves exhibition book reading, the ancient road according to the color. ] 】

Together with these seven sentences, Taishan Qiyue Academy, Han Yi, who ranked fourth among the ten legendary card makers in the world, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the bones around his body cracked inch by inch.

"Heaven and earth have no righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds ......"

Cui Zhu, the young man of Qi State, killed the monarch Qi Zhuang Gong, Taishi wrote truthfully: "Cui Shu killed his monarch", was given to death, and the seven brothers who had no brothers before were still recorded and were also executed, and the eighth younger brother was the same, and Dong Hu of Jin Taishi was also a "good history".

"But after I won the Qingshan Cup, I was stunned by a word, and after the low eight, I pretended to be outstanding for a few years."

There were waves surging in the narrow sea of knowledge, and the violent consumption in a short period of time made Ji Nian's spiritual power almost dry up.

The big old man in Ji Shi also really ate my set, licked his smiling face, and asked for the "Apprenticeship Sutra".

What is idealism? Knowing that it is possible to do it.

The magnificent and stingy, like the seven-character plaque of the first pass of the Great Wall, instantly broke into view, and the chronicle in a white robe was writing hard everywhere.

The matter of card making, there is a spare pen.

The denial of the two temples of civil and military affairs, the teacher showed the heart of the old minister, and was willing to make up for the sky with one hand.

[In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. 】

He didn't risk falling into the realm with his hands down, and tried his best to bypass the cover of [the hidden head and tail under the auction], and established a spiritual link with the year for a fee.

Then he turned his head to look at the fox master, and his deep pool-like eyes fluctuated: "Hu Sheng, do you hear me?" ”

Before he was shocked, Ji Nian turned his pen around, and the picture turned straight to the outside of the prison cell, which was 14 feet narrow, seven fathoms deep, dirty, low and dilapidated, hot and white, focusing on the middle-aged Wenchen with slightly concave cheeks, tattered sackcloth, shaped bones like skeletons, and eyes shining like morning stars.

The eyes are stupid, and there is no distraction.

Looking at the golden light and purple qi stretching eight thousand away, Xi Yanbo stretched out his hand tremblingly, and smoked the old cigarettes one after another, almost burning his hands.

"As soon as the whole poem comes out here, I will get 100,000 videos for you, push them all over the network, and search them coldly."

Guan Ning, a famous scholar at the end of the Han Dynasty, despised the court and was deaf, had a view of the title and official position, and hid in the mountains and rivers all his life.

We also have the face to stay here, only arching our hands towards the back of Ji Nian, and then brushing our sleeves to hide our faces.

First, the wisps are pulled into a thread, the front becomes a trickle, a rapid and rapid flow, and rushes backwards through the waterfall, making a sea current.

Sentiment is heavy and righteous will last forever, how can I be afraid of sinking my head for the country.

[The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. 】

[It is majestic, fierce and eternal! ] 】

Knowing the number of days, Tongqimen Dunjia technique, Cangtian Shang said, "Yes", you also repay eight Gu with one life, all its "can".

The writing of "Song of Righteousness" does not matter what kind of efforts are made by the yin gods such as the first master and the fourth master, or the gods such as mountain ghosts and land masters.

Excrement, carrion, and dead rats gathered, and there was no filth.

[When the poor festival is seen, one by one. 】

"Do what he's supposed to do."

Writing about that, Ji Nian stopped writing abruptly, took a short rest, and the light outside his eyes was faint and floating, slightly red.

Writing poems and lyrics is very talented, and I was expecting Ji Nian to come up with something bad, and make up two sentences of powerless, uplifting smooth and limerick poems, which is so embarrassing.

[Huanglu when Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court. 】

Because it is afraid of life and death, Huaxia got the seven characters of [Historical Facts] from this.

"Alas......"

A thousand years ago, no one also whispered on the torture platform, "I don't have the heart to kill the thief, and I have the strength to return to heaven." Die as you deserve, slowly, slowly. ”

There are few people in the prison like cow hair, sweat is steaming, how foul smell, this is popularity;

Zhou Changqing's heart was empty, but his face was shocked, he only snorted, and sat here, but he also said little, smacking tea from time to time, and pretending to be inferior in the world.

But that......

It implies the realm pursued by Chinese scholars all their lives, and the righteousness of the Yanhuang inheritance of Sizhou for 7,000 years.

The people on the field are still immersed in the things of loyalty, among which there is a lack of these card masters who vainly try to replace the inscription of the Great Wall and this trip is just to see the silence.

This middle-aged man turned around immediately, waved his hand forward, and coughed highly.

The dry sea of knowledge is full again, it was originally a silver-white sea of knowledge, at this moment, the golden light is surging, and it seems that there is no golden crow, and the star is lying in the sea.

The rain is surging and flowing until the bed is floating, which is moisture;

"What age is it, and you still use this old-fashioned thing." Emperor Bai yawned lazily, and found out the oldest Sunflower mobile phone, and tapped his fingers on the screen with tempered film: "You see that thing is very bad." ”

Looking at his face to be about forty years old, it can be seen that his temples are white and his eyes are like deep pools, so you can know that his age is by no means as simple as it seems on his face.

Zhou Changqing is quite a bit back to basics in that regard, I always think that being a low-level apprentice is like playing a game, the important thing is the cultivation method, but the "card drawing posture".

The sea of spirit is almost surging!

Ji Nian was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, only nodded emphatically, and dragged his consciousness back to reality.

The first sentence fell, and the year was held on, half leaning on the side of the Great Wall.

"Please."

How similar the mood of the two is, the heart of the righteous man, only I love to take off.

[Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods cry strongly. 】

[Sigh to the four of the sun, and the subordinate is really powerful. Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. Ding Wok is as sweet as food, and it is possible to get it. 】

"The sky is long, why is it thinner than you."

That is, in the writing that comes up, the chronicle can borrow spiritual power directly from me.

Without the yang of the righteous path introduced by "Song of Righteousness", the evil outside the gutter will only feel ashamed of itself.

In the sun, next to the large open wooden door, there was an additional figure at some point.

True saints too.

【For Zhang Suiyang】

At this time, the year has been turned around, and the environment in which the literary minister is located is good.

Yan Yan, the general of Shudi, was defeated by Zhang Fei, although he died and surrendered, he said bluntly: "There are no decapitated generals in your state, and there are surrender generals." "This is flesh and loyalty.

During the Tang Dezong, the rebel general Zhu Zhu vainly tried to claim the emperor, summoned Duan Xiushi to discuss the matter, Duan Xiushi slammed Zhu Zhu's head with a wat, and his eyes were split: "Crazy thief, I hate to behead you ten thousand duans, how can I rebel from you?" ”

The Chinese blood contained in the seventeen loyal and righteous people turned into golden rays of light, and went straight to the [first pass of the Great Wall], shining brightly.

Under the mouth is forgiving, and under the face is full of smiles.

"He is now going to Xia Pangen and Ma Xiaoguang, and let us arrange bad tunes and Internet celebrities and push streams."

"According to Xiaojing's mythology, a butcher like him who kills heavy karma should have no retribution, and we are still old and blessed?"

"I'm really smart, and I'm tired of it."

A slightly high hoarse female voice echoed in the sea of knowledge.

"The thief is the rescue, and the lonely city is besieged. The father traps the son and dies, and the nest overturns. "All the words are blood and tears.

Calm emotions wipe away exhaustion!

[For General Yan's head, for Xie Wenyuan's blood. 】

And the writing of the chronicle continues.

"It wasn't until there was no foundation for fame that I hurriedly launched it, and I sculpted a layer of 'a good golden body' for myself."

The injection of the two literary qi made the state of the year a little worse, and he could barely pick up the pen and write, but it was just ......

【For Yan Changshan Tongue】

[Or for the Liaodong hat, clear and fierce ice and snow. 】

Ji Nian raised his hand a little weakly, rubbed the big girl's head, and took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his strength.

Han Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand, as if facing a treasure that is difficult to find in the world, and retouched the flickering bubbles in this picture.

""Song of Righteousness" should be transmitted to the ears of the people and echo the mouths of thousands of families."

As soon as this sentence came out, the people who wrote history in the four states all raised their heads, what is the style of the historian?

Reluctantly put away the bad mood, the chronicle continued to write:

"Master Han."

"The nerd surnamed Han has made a move, and as soon as "Song of Righteousness" comes out, these bad readers will be happy."

"Am I trying to 'preach sanctification.'"

Writing this chapter, the lid is also considered to have exhausted the efforts of the wilderness, and some tears have been shed, if you are interested, you can search for the matter of "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews", as well as the allusions to the blood of Ji Shizhong, and the sense of substitution will be stronger.

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