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The smoke became heavier and heavier, and the sudden fall of the white mist lit up Yin'er's memory, she remembered that she should have slept at that time, but together with Yue Feng, she walked loosely into the depths of the smoke, and the illusory and impetuous six words fluttered in the air, like grass and mustard: "Wind and smoke are clean, wind and smoke realm." Yin'er rubbed her eyes, so strange, so wrong.

Cave Sky Stone Gate.

With a loud bang, Yue Feng and Feng Xiaoyin's vision were impacted by the concussive beam, and Yin'er saw the clear and light water curtain in the cave, which vaguely illuminated the jade sword in her hand, and also pierced the golden whip on Yue Feng's waist. It seems that the waterfall recognizes their weapons......

She touched the water curtain curiously, but suddenly it was like being shocked, and she forcibly left a few zhang away, and the water curtain disappeared immediately, scattering more than a few hundred words, swaying and shaking, Yin'er raised her head numbly, Yue Feng also stared at the instantaneous handwriting with wide eyes, but unfortunately, who could grasp the missed ones......

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【Southern Song Dynasty Fengyan Road】

It is a pity that the Southern Song Dynasty wind and smoke road, only now there is only flying and dancing. The snow melts and the water washes away, the rain stops, and the hero finally returns to dust.

Relying on the railing alone, the day is twilight, and the learning of martial arts is empty and ambitious. Thousands of miles of ancient territory, Shamo dance, where will Ming Junshan go?

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【After getting lost】

Sleepwalking in the lamplight, I was shocked to see that the south of the Yangtze River had become a border barren. I dare not forget the scene of Huang Li, why is it prosperous for the old wounds? The wounds are longer.

When I woke up to see Jiang Feng's fishing fire, I was afraid that the original was Hu Bang. Who snowed Jingkang's shame, and he actually covered his sorrow with laughter. The intestines are more confused.

Drunk lying outside the ancient battlefield, looking at the sea of blood in Xiaoxiang. The will of the Northern Expedition cannot be changed, how can traitors persecute loyal ministers. The minister mourned.

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【Clear Water Red Dust】

After thousands of mountains, go away one by one, and go to the extreme fairyland. Thousands of miles of clear waves are like shadows, and white water is like a mirror. The sea and sky are in the dust and mist, look at the foot, and the peaks are around. The wind and clouds are changing, the land and islands are changing, and the fantasy is inexplicable.

Think of the past and avoid the red dust. It is a pity that the rivers and lakes are dirty, and there is no longer tranquility. The old road of beacon fire through the ages, the dynasties are more mutual, and the smoke of gunpowder obliterates the old scene, only the cold moon and the waste pond trees. To this day, it is still difficult for people to find a simple way to live.

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【Hurt the Past and the Present】

Cangdai is picturesque, white water is like fog, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are in sight. Looking at the wind tightly, wanting to cross to the south, innocent people are busy and scattering Guazhou. War, the people suffer, peace, the people suffer.

Sad that half of the territory, turned out to be a prisoner of the Huns, recalling the past, the righteous people came out one after another, the beacon smoke is everywhere, thousands of cities can be recovered, to this day, the ambition is not as good, the northern people are willing to be slaves of the country, and the southerners live in peace and half of the soil. Singing is played day and day in the middle of the court, and the folk music and drums are played every night. Who cares about the anti-gold incident? Why should they be content with what is in front of them? In the past, it was just that the imperial court was numb. Today, it's not just meat eaters who are confused!

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【Cinnamon sticks】

The wind is loud, it is an eventful autumn, and the trees are falling. Thousands of miles of rivers are rushing, and the lakes and seas are roaring. In the evening breeze with a sword and wine, he was drunk and did not return, and his life was shaky.

When I had a good dream, I gave up my literature and practiced martial arts, and threw myself into the rivers and lakes. Thinking about it now, the lost land has not been recovered. Sigh every year of hope, every year of disappointment. The rise and fall of the ages is the responsibility of the husband, and the truce is to ask for war and peace! It is a shame to make peace without a fight, but the tributes and curiosities are endless. There are many soldiers and generals, and I am always suspicious, why bend my knees?!

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More than a dozen words shook very quickly in front of Feng Yin's eyes, but they were deeply imprinted in the minds of the two, although Yue Feng was as cold as ever, he finally couldn't hide his surprise, Yin Er looked at it, but only left a sigh: "Our country is becoming more and more stable, but are the people really living a good life...... The country is very rich, and it is only the princely generals themselves who have accumulated squandering. Half of the rivers and mountains, the more prosperous the country, the more depraved it is......"

Yue Feng whispered: "These words or articles are the author's feelings about the world, but there are also words that seem to represent someone's heart, just like this [Qing Shui Hongchen], written to something like what I think in my heart......"

"Indeed, that's your ......"

The feeling of turning the peaks and loops, and a crane-haired and child-faced Taoist paced in the secluded place. Yin'er looked back, and the last word that stayed on the water curtain was called "The Road is Undetermined". This poem is more desolate than any previous one, she pondered carefully, but she couldn't understand it, and she didn't realize that it was written by Chuan Yu.

Yue Feng said: "Who is the unknown master?"

The old man waved his hand: "Ashamed, ashamed." The words below are easy to see through at a glance......"

"I feel that the rivers and lakes are too dirty. ”

Yin'er couldn't wait to ask, "What about me, which one is my song?"

The old man laughed: "The girl has no words. ”

Yin'er was stunned for a moment, lowered her head in disappointment, and the old man glanced at her wisely: "The old man is called Fengyan, you are now in the Fengyan Realm where you live below-not everyone can be a person in my Fengyan Realm, no matter what his identity is, what his status is, if he wants to enter this Fengyan Realm, he must be a person who will fight against Jin and contribute to the Northern Expedition in the future......"

The more she listened, the more she didn't understand, and she snorted: "I am the leader of this Jianghu alliance, and I obviously have a very outstanding contribution to fight against Jin!"

The old man laughed, walked up to her and asked her with a smile: "Is it?" This question made her feel a little weak, she chuckled in her heart, she really didn't know if she and Yue Feng had collided with evil spirits to break into this place where people are not ghosts and ghosts, and met a person who said that he could control the fate of some people. This old man, is it true or false, is it a revelation or a trick!

Yin'er said stubbornly: "I don't believe your words, are you an immortal? Are you from the future? Or are you Nuwa? Is it Pangu? Do you have the ability to control our fate?"

The old man smiled lightly: "In the river of history, you are not as good as even a drop of water, you can't stop chasing, you can't avoid ruining miè, your fate is created by me, of course it is controlled by me!"

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The wind rose again, and Yin'er saw the water curtain behind it, the valley of smoke and dust, the field of frequent fires, the half-rolled flag of Linyishui, the mourning of the wilderness, the corpses of the blockade, the blood of the rivers, and the bare human world...... She screamed, tears falling from her eyes.

Yue Feng tasted [Qing Shui Hongchen] sluggishly, he knew that his fate was also a dream given by others. Flickering in adversity, his heart was impulsive.

The old man turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "Someone wants to burn like a fire, but his heart is seawater...... Do you know that hesitation has two meanings, one is hesitation, and the other is ambition. ”

Yue Feng was silent, and he heard it very clearly—his future was facing a fork in the road right now.

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