Jin sighed quietly standing on the hill, the wind and rain on the Yanchuan River stopped when Zhao Qian went down the mountain, but the humidity after the rain was still lingering in the hair, and a flat boat on the river went to the sky with the river, but the pond dried up for a long time, and regained its vitality through this autumn rain.

"Xiao Yu, are you right about what I insisted on? Guarding the Bailiyan River with me, don't you regret it?"

I don't know when, the water goddess of the Yanchuan River stood beside Jin Sixi, quietly looking at the backbone of this scholar, and her autumn-like eyes contained lingering feelings.

Xiao Yu said: "I don't regret it!"

The tone was categorical, without a trace of hesitation, Jin sighed at the previous question, Xiao Yu didn't know how to answer, in the final analysis, she was a woman, let a woman be reasonable, it would lose her interest, Xiao Yu's sentence "no regrets" was unreasonable.

Jin sighed dumbly, if Xiao Yu was reasonable, then the scholars of Dajin Academy would not have avoided her as soon as she was mentioned.

The luck of the dragon veins in the Yanchuan River belongs to the legendary woman, and Lao Xiucai stayed, but it is just a sentence, "Which family's mother is so ruthless, a little doll, I have to give me this poor Xiucai!"

No one could have imagined that the biggest variable in this gamble was a teenager.

Thinking of this, Jin sighed and couldn't help but smile.

The pond is swollen, the autumn mood is hazy, reflecting the hills by the river, and in the thatched huts by the pond, the dim lights are swaying......

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Wang Yuanbao learned while walking, and even learned the first style of "Ten Thousand Horses Running Groove" in "Regret Ding Boxing", although there was an empty shelf, but after all, there was still some martial arts posture, and what he learned together was also the debauchery of Grandmaster Xie.

Standing on the pile and walking to boil the muscles and bones.

Poor and rich, rich and wealthy. Whether it is the hundred schools of thought, or the cultivators who are convinced of qi alchemy, it is recognized that wealth in cultivation is indispensable.

"Regret Ding Boxing" is a martial arts of the martial arts, and the martial arts are acceptable, but without the guidance of the Master, it is only an empty practice frame, and the mystery is not known.

A martial artist who knows a little bit about practicing qi can use the mountain and water money to smash the bottleneck of the first and second realms, but Wang Yuanbao is like this, and the trick point qi house is entrenched by the mountain and water qi absorbed by the dragon, rejecting the aura, and no matter how much landscape money is smashed into it, I am afraid that it will be empty.

To put it bluntly, Wang Yuanbao in "Regret Ding Boxing" can only practice a show.

The trip to the avenue has to walk through two bridges, the two immortals on the heart lake, the same fate, Wang Yuanbao's two bridges are only ruins left, others are the people on the bridge, and he can only cross the river by feeling the stones.

The hardships speak for themselves.

Sect Master Xie suddenly wanted to scold his mother.

As soon as Bai Yujing came out, he was calculated, and he thought that he could use this little monk Wang Yuanbao to disgust and disgust Lao Xiucai to vent his anger, who knows, everything is not satisfactory.

Wang Yuanbao stopped and said, "Where are we going?"

Kyaukzhou's words, Wang Yuanbao, a teenager who grew up in Nanzhan Zhou, was very difficult to hear, Yayan was fine, but how could Yayan with an accent understand?

Sect Master Xie took a sip of wine and said, "Longchang Town." ”

"Oh. ”

Wang Yuanbao answered, and continued to look at the boxing book I don't know how many times I had read, the night was long, and there was no other pastime in the Lingguan Temple, so it was better to study the tricks in the boxing book.

The old abbot monk said that if you read the scriptures thoroughly, you will naturally be able to master them.

Suddenly, the Lingguan Temple, which had been abandoned for many years, suddenly gave rise to a gust of yin wind, Grandmaster Xie squinted, as if he didn't realize it, the yin and heavy air in the mountains and wilderness, as soon as it was night, it was extraordinarily - shady, deserted Lingguan Temple, as written in the text of the play, the wilderness abandoned temple, scholars meet ghosts, but there are no fox ghost beauties, that is, in another way, the most in the mountains, there are still some years of spirit, absorbing people's soul and yang, such drama techniques, they are still very proficient.

The fire burned dry wood crackling, and the quiet Lingguan Temple was extremely depressing and gloomy.

"Nothing, nothing, Amitabha, good, good, Buddha bless......"

Wang Yuanbao had cold sweat on his forehead, although he had also seen the real big demon, but the fox ghost story written in the script was still quite terrifying, the world was not afraid of dead corpses, but afraid of ghosts and femininities, probably this is the truth.

But the Lingguan Temple is a Taoist deity, Wang Yuanbao prayed for the blessing of the Buddha, and it was really a bit of a bully to the Lingguan on the altar, after all, this is people's territory.

Three or two green flames suddenly rose outside the Lingguan Temple, circling up and down, floating into the Lingguan Temple.

Wang Yuanbao pretended to look at the boxing book, and he had no distractions, but in the end he still showed his timidity, and the ghost suddenly floated towards Wang Yuanbao.

"Help!!"

Wang Yuanbao jumped up violently and ran towards Sectmaster Xie who was lying on the altar, all saying that the priest was catching ghosts, not to mention a sword immortal, and when he was about to catch Grandmaster Xie's oil-stained clothes, Wang Yuanbao only felt a pain in his buttocks, so he flew out of the Lingguan Temple, fell his ass and fell backwards to the sand and fell geese.

"Don't bother Daoye, take a good look for yourself, what's behind the stele. Sect Master Xie didn't even open his eyes, and said impatiently.

Also, the Sword Immortal of the Five Realms catches ghosts, this person, Grandmaster Xie can't afford to lose.

When Wang Yuanbao heard this, he stood up with courage, put on a fist fight, and slowly walked towards the stone monument standing alone in the long darkness.

The stele is engraved with the life deeds of the Lingguan in the Lingguan Temple, which is nothing more than the military generals on the battlefield, who became famous and became civil officials, concise government decrees, and loved the people like sons, but died in the turmoil of the palace coup, which is really embarrassing.

However, Wang Yuanbao didn't want to look at the content of the inscription, and stepped out violently, but saw two foxes with shiny fur behind the stele, who were squeezing their eyebrows and fiddling with a skull.

The other fox did not run away, but looked at Wang Yuanbao curiously, two grape-like eyes, shining in the night sea, but there was no bloodlust of a beast, only an unusually pure curiosity.

Suddenly, Wang Yuanbao remembered the white fox spirit on Peach Blossom Mountain, and deliberately didn't think about it, and inadvertently always showed the bud head, and then a little more, suddenly grew up.

"You go, I won't hurt you. ”

As if he understood Wang Yuanbao's words, the little fox walked towards the weeds under the stone tablet, but stopped again, looked back at Wang Yuanbao behind him, and nodded his head, as if to say hello.

Wang Yuanbao smiled, everything has a spirit, and it is really true.

The fire in the Lingguan Temple was faint, but it was still warm, Sect Master Xie sat on the altar, looked at Wang Yuanbao, who was not in the soul, and teased: "Those two foxes can also fascinate you, isn't it the little monk Sichun? ”

Wang Yuanbao smiled reluctantly, sat by the fire, and continued to look at the boxing book, but he couldn't see it.

It is said that he was drunk after drinking, and he didn't take Grandmaster Xie's ridicule of Wang Yuanbao to heart.

But missing, too, will be like wine.

If you have more, you will get drunk.

Wang Yuanbao didn't drink, but he was drunk.

The sages made eighty-five thousand words, but they only missed being drunk and killing.

After some laughter and ordinary laughter, what is hidden is the sourness that dare not speak, the joys and sorrows are like mirrors, reflecting each other, this sentence is very right, Wang Yuanbao has been begging for a living since he was a child, the abbot and the old monk took him to the Peach Blossom Temple, Yu Gu Liangzen, Wang Yuanbao is a disciple, but it is mixed with emotions similar to that of father and brother, who said that there is no love in the great silence?

It sprouts from the bottom of my heart, and it is natural that it is love.

For Wang Yuanbao, Gu Liangchan is a master, more like a father and brother, and when he talks about mourning after a bad day, can he really mourn? If he is really not sad or happy, Lingshan Continent will definitely have a place for him.

Affection is practiced, that is, articles.

The world is insightful, and it is all knowledge.

At this time, Lao Xiucai often recited a sentence.

Sect Master Xie sighed, how could he not know the joys and sorrows in Wang Yuanbao's heart, but he couldn't break it, there are no rules for things in the world, joy can be enjoyed with everyone, sorrow and sorrow can only be enjoyed by himself, such as people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowing.

Wang Yuanbao watched the long river of time in the capital of Yunzhou Kingdom, and the picture scroll of time in the past few decades flowed with the colors of men, women and children, joys and sorrows, but it was not Wang Yuanbao's time after all, and the joys and sorrows were not connected.

Happy people are the same, and sad people are different.

The former is nothing more than a family and a father and a son, and the bell rings and eats, and food and clothing are not worries;

Wang Yuanbao's memories are all on the Peach Blossom Mountain, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the reincarnation of the four seasons, but it is just that the mountains are full of flowers, the mountains are full of flowers, the morning bells and dusk drums, and the ancient Buddha of green lanterns.

However, this is not what he wants.

Because he wants to "live well." ”

Worthy of himself, and worthy of what he said, "Drink the strongest wine and love the most beautiful people." ”

Sect Master Xie took a sip of wine: "On this day, I'm afraid it's going to rain, and tomorrow the road will be muddy." ”

Wang Yuanbao snatched the wine gourd from Sect Master Xie's hand, took a big sip and said: "I don't have shoes on, no matter how muddy it is, it's not just walking in the muddy water in the rain, since I am barefoot, what am I afraid of?"

Sometimes, growing up is just a moment.

"Alas, my wine, don't ......"

Sect Master Xie watched Wang Yuanbao drink all the wine in the wine gourd, and felt distressed, that was the last bit of wine to steal the old Xiucai!

Wang Yuanbao fell to the ground drunk, fell asleep, the corners of his mouth had an arc, the things in his dreams must no longer be miserable, if they are all miserable in their dreams, then there will be no way to live in this world.

can be bullied in his dreams, then there is no reason for heaven!

Dawn was coming in the night sky outside the Lingguan Temple, but the rain was coming.

Sect Master Xie looked at Wang Yuanbao, a little drunkard, helplessly, and smacked his mouth and said in his sleep, "Alas, how did you come across such an oil bottle?!"

As everyone knows, the third Dao Lao in Bai Yujing once sighed like this once upon a time, but Grandmaster Xie has always thought that his own bull nose is some old-fashioned people who don't know how to be carefree.

It's raining.

After the rain, the sky is wet, and the ground is damp before the rain, if you say that you are sad, it is still when the rain pours down.