"See the mountains at a glance!"

Sleepless at night, fly up and stab again.

The last sword of "Wangyue" is Du Fu's swan song when he was young, full of ambition, which is very different from the decadent style of his later years.

Young Du Fu is in a prosperous age. When it is, the mountains and rivers are peaceful, and the world is safe. The king, the saint and the sage, the folk customs are simple, and all of them are sincerely convinced. The rule of the three generations of antiquity is nothing more than this. This is the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, read the history books, this page is unique.

A different kind of prosperity, a different kind of wonderful pen; Magnificent national style, self-raising and full of strength.

Du Fu, like Confucius, climbed Dongshan and Xiaolu, climbed Mount Tai and made the world small. At the top of Mount Tai, a three-foot long sword, a seven-foot body, there is this poem, and then there is this trick.

The sword moves are like surging forward in the waves, and the blue light is shining; The sword qi is like the mountain qi, looking at the peaks, and overwhelming the hills; Although the dragon scale iron sheath sword is called a dragon, it has to carry this move, but it is like letting a tiger return to the mountain, which is vicious and terrifying.

There is a way that once the claws and teeth are sharp, the eight hundred mountain beasts are terrified.

Before the hundred households could touch his sword, they had been injured by the sword qi for seven or eight points, and their internal force was raised, but they were also pressed to death. This waist knife lacks the support of internal force, and only a crisp sound can be heard, and it has been stabbed by the sword, cut off one by one, and twisted into pieces.

Sleepless at night, calm in his eyes, driving the internal force to rush forward, resisting the sword and pressing up, showing the remaining power, and refusing to waste the slightest.

I didn't hear a scream, and the corpses of the hundred families fell, slamming to the ground, their heads rolling far away, and their necks were rolled into twists.

The blood spurted out and splattered on the ground.

When I turned around, I saw the bodies of three people and six pieces of corpses, lying scattered on the ground. He struck out like a serpent, and mended the slash to the man who had been cut in half.

In this way, another piece was added to the stump, making a total of seven.

Sleepless at night, he was completely relieved, put his sword into the sheath, lifted his internal force, walked lightly, and rushed out of the city.

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Kill three people in a row, sleepless at night, no fluctuation in your heart. Just keep your feet and hurry steadily.

However, the work of tea has reached the city wall.

The city gate has long been closed, so naturally it is impossible to leave the city normally. In this way, I have to be a flying thief.

Looking up, the city gate was about two feet high.

This height, when he was just smooth in his internal strength, he could barely climb it, and now, it can't stop him.

He waited for the patrol soldiers under the wall to go away, puffed up a lonely breath, his body fluttered lightly, and when he exhaled, he had successfully reached the top of the city wall.

With the light of the torches inserted in the battlements, the width of the moat under the city can be measured with the naked eye, and you can jump over it with a rough calculation.

Without hesitation, his toes leaned against the wall and swept diagonally down the wall.

This slip was twenty or thirty feet away, and the moat was only under him, and it was covered by him.

After landing on the ground, he ran briskly, and after running seventeen or eighteen feet, he unloaded the momentum of inertia and stood firm, with some soreness in his feet.

He raised his foot, rubbed it gently, and secretly complained: "I don't know when I can learn a few tricks to achieve superior light skills?" ”

His internal skills are high, and his swordsmanship is also excellent, but his light skills are the weakest.

So far, the light skills he has learned are just a few ordinary ways to "rise and fly" and "grab the elm and stop" in "Getaway".

When it comes to the internal force to exert light power, there is always a feeling that although the gourd is large, the gourd mouth is very small, so the water is not happy.

The soreness of the toes is caused by this: the internal force is mobilized too much, but the light work cannot be consumed so much, resulting in accumulation and deposition, resulting in a feeling of soreness.

After walking for a while, I walked out of the city for fifteen or sixteen miles, and there was a deserted village and wild shop beside me, and I didn't see a single light.

In the wee hours of the morning, the world was at its darkest, the moon was nowhere to be seen, and the stars had faded to a tiny fraction of their size.

On the ground, don't say that you can't see your five fingers, even if you open your eyes and close your eyes, there is no difference at all.

I couldn't sleep all night, so I had to grope for a loose place, and I guessed that it was a haystack built up by the farmers just after the autumn harvest.

Xin said: "It's convenient to rest here, and then hurry when it's dawn." I've been busy all night, and I've never had a good rest. Although I am called sleepless at night, I can't really be sleepless at all. ”

He put the burden on his head and used it as a pillow.

Holding two swords in his arms, leaning against the haystack, his body relaxed, he didn't care about everything, he just went to sleep.

After a while, the snoring gradually started, and he went to meet with the Zhou Guild.

It was also because he had been enlightened for seven days before, and he didn't have to stop, and he hurried and killed people overnight, and he was so busy that he was so sleepy and tired that he slept for a long time.

He slept until the sun was dazzling, and there was a whisper in his ears, and his body shook violently and woke up.

I saw the sun hanging high above the southeast sky. Looking at this height, I'm afraid it's already more than halfway through.

Although it is not very hot in autumn and winter, the sun also shines on people's skin dry, which is quite uncomfortable.

Sleepless swallowed his saliva and said secretly: "I slept greedily, and I slept until this hour!" ”

Hurriedly, a carp stood up.

But I saw a dozen peasants around, all of them in tattered clothes and patched. On his clothes and face, he was stained with muddy water, with a little remnants of grass and leaves, with different expressions and postures:

Some peasants with sickles and ears of rice in their hands, thinking that they were still harvesting their crops, came to watch him for some reason.

Some peasants, holding a hookah in their hands, looked at him while "popping" and inhaling, spitting out a few circles of smoke foam, and the sound of "cooing" in the pot was as if it was boiling.

It was the busy farming season, and these peasants did not go to work, but they all came to watch him. It was so relishable to watch, as if there were words on his face.

Sleepless at night felt inexplicable, and said to himself: "Why did you come to watch me?" What do I have to look at? ”

Picking up the parcel and carrying the sword, and just as he was about to leave, a Humpty Dumpty peasant cried out, "Tall man, your fairy hall guest is going to run, why don't you hurry up and stop her?" ”

The crowd laughed for a while, but saw a tall young peasant with a green smile on his face, who was pushed out by everyone and brought to Sleepless Night.

This tall man is honest-looking, at a loss, scratching his head and back, and doesn't know where to put it.

It is better to be sturdy, and it looks like it has a lot of strength, so it should be a good laborer.

When the tall man saw that he had no sleep at night, and saw his delicate face and beautiful clothes, he was first ashamed of himself, bowed his head, and lost his spirit.

He said: "Fairy, fairy, this is a fairy, my eldest son is not worthy of such a guest." ”

Seeing that the tall man was still hesitating, the peasants coaxed in a few words: "Tall man, take the lead!" ”

"Don't care if she's a fairy or not, she grows on your haystack, and she is a guest in your house." “

Don't you want the cousin given by God? Don't just thunder in the sky. ”

"Tall man, I fancy it! When I got up early in the morning to pick up dung, I saw a fairy woman wearing silk and satin popping up on the haystack of your house. I rubbed my eyes, I thought I had seen the flowers, and I rubbed my eyes again, rubbed, rubbed, rubbed, and rubbed, yes, I called the villagers over. ”

The last paragraph is related to the Henan accent in the Luo area, which must be a fellow villager who has no sleep at night, and may also be Hunan who fled from the famine.