"The height is not cold, but I live at the height of the temple, and I still care so much about the rivers and lakes far away from the temple, and the layout of the juniors forces Lao Xiucai to break his word, do you want to do what you want? Fart, this ghost trick in the context of the Sen Luo world, which is not what I play? ”

Lao Xiucai is a little drunk, what he said, naturally he is also drunk, the context of the world can be placed on Lao Xiucai's heart, in addition to upholding the "gentleman" ancient meaning of the micro side branch, in addition to nothing else, no matter what kind of ghost he has and tricks, at this time the most cherished is only the autumn wind on the river and the bright moon in the mountains!

What is messy in the wind is not only the fallen leaves flying in the sky, but also the mood of a barefoot man.

The hands are cheap, the mouth is cheap, there is really a price to pay! The wine in the temple of Jixia Xuegong Zongzong is really so easy to steal, doesn't that make people laugh off their big teeth?

The lights in the city were lit up, and Lao Xiu walked in drunk.

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The chessboard on the border between the Longquan Dynasty and the Chiyan Dynasty is still going on, and the means of covering the clouds and fog are not only the time and flowing water of Confucianism and the concealment of Yin and Yang, but also the Legalists, who are more domineering, intercepting the time of flowing water and relying on the hegemony of the law to become a cave in the sky.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Wang Yuanbao.

Grandmaster Xie actually played a cautious eye, if he sent Wang Yuanbao directly to Longchang Town, he would be scolded by Lao Xiucai, Gu Liangchan's death, from Nanzhan Zhou to the chessboard of Kyaukjiao Zhou, which one of them was taken out, it was not a glorious thing, with Lao Xiucai's character, let alone traveling thousands of miles, not to be thrown into the small cave to think about it, it was all light, the Taoist Heavenly Monarch, who knew that he was once thrown by Lao Xiucai into the small cave of the Confucian Jixia School Palace to study for fifty years?

However, the sword book from Longchang gave Sect Master Xie a good choice, and promised that Gu Liangchan's promise would not be violated, and the things that Lao Xiucai gave him could be completed, even if it was a stinking scolding of "reading all the books into the dog's stomach", it would not fall on his head, and the Taoist Tianjun could not always be pressed by a down-and-out Lao Xiucai, so that people listened to it, and there was no face.

The speed of the real dragon boat is much faster with the passage of time.

The war between the two dynasties of Nanzhan Continent has attracted an influx of qi practitioners and martial artists from all continents, Beiyang and Southern Chu, this is Zhao Qianzhi's wrist, since the mountain sects have their own careful thoughts, then these mountain and wild scattered cultivation is undoubtedly a fierce medicine, in addition to the original mountain and water mountain and wild scattered cultivation into this world of great controversy, it will inevitably touch the vested interests of the mountain sects.

That's pretty much the case with luck.

No matter how much wind and rain there is, it can't blow into Longchang Town under Tianzhu Mountain in Yunshan County, even if the sword weapon department of the Longquan Dynasty collects tribute every year is located in Longchang Town, but there are only more than 100 sword weapons collected every year, and the officials of the department are also idle.

The continent is separated by the sea, and the climate is also different.

The four seasons of Kyaukju are long in spring and autumn, and short in summer and winter.

On March 3, Xuanyuan was born.

Shangsi Festival.

Tianzhu Mountain under Longchang Town, in the inconspicuous alleys, the smoke and fire are very thick, and it is neither the chicken dog nor the husband who wakes up the town, but the sound of striking iron in the sound of Lang Lang's book, day by day, year by year.

The Shangsi Festival on March 3, since the Spring and Autumn Hundred Families has begun, is the festival second only to February 2 in the early spring, the dragon raised its head to drive away the last trace of twilight in the twilight, then the Shangsi Festival is the real festival to welcome spring.

Compared with the prosperity of the Beiyang Dynasty, the festive atmosphere in Longchang Town is extremely simple, and what is left behind is nothing more than a waterside feast and a trip to the suburbs.

There is no possibility in Longchang Town, because the only scholars in Longchang Town are Mr. Fang in the school, and then there are some talented and beautiful people who will talk about the emperor and the blacksmith Feng in the history of the emperor.

What's more, it is still the children who take the red dates and duck eggs given by their parents to play by the water, as for the old custom of "floating egg beggars" and "Qushui floating bezoars" have long been forgotten by the children of Sahuan, and most of the red dates and duck eggs have entered the stomachs of children.

Wang Yuanbao got up early, took advantage of the unfallen dew and the rising sun, and relied on the impression in his consciousness to practice boxing.

The first type of "Dripping Stone Piercing Style" of "Regret Ding Boxing" is a water mill kung fu, every punch and every step is only as firm as a drop of water stone piercing, in order to be considered home, Wang Yuanbao is not in a hurry, practice boxing three million, naturally become a grandmaster.

Grandmaster Xie threw Wang Yuanbao in Tianzhu Mountain for more than a month, if it is really calculated, with Grandmaster Xie's travel to the two continents, it has been a year, Wang Yuanbao can't remember his birthday, so he only thinks that he is one year older.

"Hey, what are you doing practicing boxing every day? My brother said that what you practice is all showmanship, and it's useless. "The one who spoke in the courtyard was a little girl, who liked to wear a red linen skirt, a ponytail, and a smile in her big round eyes, and the little girl's name was Jiang Ayuan.

Wang Yuanbao stopped with his fist, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "Do you believe me when I said that I wanted to go to the rivers and lakes?"

Jiang Ayuan in the red dress tiptoed, trying to look as tall as Wang Yuanbao, and pouted: "I don't believe it." ”

Scratching the head that had grown hair, Wang Yuanbao said helplessly: "Then you will be bored with me." ”

Jiang Ayuan was stunned when he heard this, and said angrily: "Shangsi Festival, Wang Yuanbao, do you want to go?"

Wang Yuanbao said seriously: "Don't go." ”

Sect Master Xie threw Wang Yuanbao in Tianzhu Mountain, without leaving him a penny, but left a sentence of "self-reliance".

Fortunately, there are a lot of helpers in the Sword Division, and Wang Yuanbao is also sixteen years old, but he can also earn a daily meal.

Master said to live well, Wang Yuanbao did not forget, but after all, he still did not live a hard life, there must be days when he ate the last meal and did not have the next meal.

Jiang Ayuan's eldest brother is the foreman of the Sword Weapons Department, thinking that Wang Yuanbao is young, but he also takes care of it, but he relies on his strength to eat, and if he has more strength, he can naturally eat enough, and if he has less, he can only go hungry.

After coming and going, Wang Yuanbao became familiar with Jiang Ayuan, and the sword and weapon department's iron moving embryo, after being hungry a few times, naturally became more and more proficient, and the children of poor families were in charge early, which is probably the truth, but how much strength can young people go, hungry and full days are still indispensable.

Looking at Jiang Ayuan, the little girl in the red dress who ran out of the courtyard with a bulge, Wang Yuanbao smiled helplessly. Washed his face with the well water that had just been hit, the sword department did not fire today, and Wang Yuanbao was ready to go to the school.

The small courtyard where I live now was found by Mr. Fang, and as a price, when the sword department did not fire, he went to the school to study.

Somehow, Mr. Fang, who makes people feel like a spring breeze, always inexplicably reminds Wang Yuanbao of the old monk master.

Life is a little harder, but I finally have a hope.

"Little ingots, where are you going?" asked Fan Laocheng, a barefoot man who guarded the door of the ancestral hall with three surnames in the town, with a smile.

With the county town in general, the big clan in the town is qualified to build an ancestral hall, the ancestral hall of the Han, Li, and Shang families is built together, and the marriage of the three families makes the blood relatives very close, so after the three family heads are combined, the ancestral hall will be built together, and the ancestors will be worshiped every year, and the three families will be sacrificed together.

Wang Yuanbao said: "Go to Mr. Fang." ”

Fan Laocheng said with a smile: "Then you have to be careful, Mr. Fang likes to listen to young people sing the queen of the jade tree the most." Tinghua, hehe, a handsome young man like you, Mr. Fang likes it the most. ”

The man in the town, the one who can sour meat words is this Fan Laocheng, who seems harmless to humans and animals, every time he sings a sour tune, it will inevitably cause a group of idlers to laugh, readers love poetry and songs, and the people in the market love talented and beautiful people more sour meat segments.

Without him, it's just down-to-earth.

Wang Yuanbao smiled, there are a lot of meat jokes in the drama text, and the sour tone is not much less than that in Fan Laocheng's mouth, which is thanks to the old monk Gu Liangchan, if it weren't for his drama text, I'm afraid that it won't be those little daughters-in-law who are making a big red face now, but Wang Yuanbao.

Smiling, Wang Yuanbao walked quickly through the ancestral hall, the school is in the east of Longchang Town, built next to the water, and the weeping willows are green.

And the alley where the school is located is called the Dragon.

The school hall in the dragon lane is much larger than the ancestral hall of the three surnames, but one thing is very the same, Han, Shang and Li three ancestral halls are planted with three ancient acacia trees in the pavilion, the ancestral hall is understandable, the locust person, the ghost of the wood is also, its shade is like a cover, the descendants can borrow the ancestors' legacy to shade the wife and protect the son, this is the allusion of the ancestral hall planting acacia, but the acacia in this school is a little nondescript.

Of course, Wang Yuanbao doesn't understand these, most of the children in the Shangsi Festival School went to the suburbs, and the river and tidal flats were happy, and the dragon lane was a lot quieter because of this reason, and it was not easy to find a quiet place to go in the bustle, but the silence in the alley was different from the ordinary quiet, and the moment he stepped into the hall, Wang Yuanbao actually had the illusion of returning to the Peach Blossom Temple.

Suddenly, three or two books, a stove of incense, and a middle-aged man in a light green Confucian shirt with a handsome crown sat under the shade of Huaiyin. The temperament is as rich as jade, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth is as warm as a spring breeze.

The person under Huaixia is Mr. Fang, Fang Liang.

When Mr. Fang saw Wang Yuanbao coming, he smiled and said, "Don't be restrained, sit down first." ”

If Mr. Fang didn't say it, Wang Yuanbao couldn't remember the word restrained, but Wang Yuanbao was restrained, and after sitting down, he didn't know where to put his hand.

With a faint smile, Mr. Fang said, "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

In the early spring, the birds were speechless, and the flowing water by the river was tinkling, lining Mr. Fang's voice like a warm sun and warm jade.

After a flurry, Wang Yuanbao replied truthfully: "Is it because of me?"

Mr. Fang nodded and said, "It's because of you, it can also be said that it's not because of you, the reason why Sect Master Xie threw you in Tianzhu Mountain is because of me, and I am looking for you for your master, Gu Liangzen." ”

Wang Yuanbao came to Longchang Town for more than a month, Mr. Fang has never had any intersection with him, but at this time he said a puzzling question, Wang Yuanbao didn't know how to answer, and Mr. Fang was not in a hurry, for a while, between the two people in the school, they could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the sound of flowing water.

The word silence is easy to say, but it is the most difficult to do, but if it is really quiet, even if it is in the middle of the city, you can read with peace of mind, and deal with it calmly, Mr. Fang is so, but Wang Yuanbao is not, the memory of flowing water is like a dream, yesterday's blue sky, as if it is right in front of you, want to touch, but it is empty in an instant, foam-like, diffuse.

This acacia shade is like a cover, but it is very similar, the old laurel tree in the courtyard of the Peach Blossom Temple, but, one pavilion is like a cover, the other is an iron tree blooming, between the two, just like Mr. Fang and Wang Yuanbao.

Ask the heart, only for a moment. What Mr. Fang asks for is to ask the heart, the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, turn into the busy market, rolling red dust, which knows how, Confucian knowledge is merit and fame and fortune, if you can't see the red dust and the mountains, dust and fireworks, only afraid of the poor scriptures, and can't understand the truth in the book, Wang Yuanbao has begun to ask since the moment he stepped into the hall.