The rain and fog covered the eaves of the blue bricks and tiles, there were many things silent in the rain, the rain gradually became heavier, drenched the children's clothes, and the land in the fields was gradually wet, at this time, the most people were the wine shops and teahouses, a bowl of old wine, a plate of side dishes, looking at the drizzle outside the bar, it was very pleasant; and among the teahouses, there were many tea drinkers, and there were not many people who drank tea before the rain, because the price was too expensive, and the most drunk was the local spring tea that had been smoked twice。

Wang Yuanbao practiced boxing in the rain.

Not for anything else, regret Ding Boxing in the first style of water mill kung fu, the emphasis is not only on diligent practice, more importantly, or to comprehend the essence of it, to understand the middle of the pass, the master led into the door, practice in the individual, Wang Yuanbao can not practice boxing master, can only rely on their own practice, but also responded to the latter, whether it is a soldier or a hundred schools, the emphasis is on such a principle, the law can be transmitted, but after all, the practice is still their own business, thousands of people and thousands of faces, the practice of the law is the same, deliberately interfering with the practice of the avenue is extremely unfavorable, the Buddhism of the Bo Sazhou is a practice method of Daigo empowerment, although the practice is fast, but there are many hidden dangersEveryone's cultivation is tempered by thousands of tempers, whether it is cultivation or the soul, they are branded with a very deep personal imprint, as far as the enlightenment of Buddhism is concerned, although it can directly enter the high position, but the foundation is not stable after all, and the mayfly shakes the tree, and it can also move its foundation.

Wang Yuanbao stood up the Wuyue regret Ding pile, visualized the fist of the Wuyue, regret the situation of the Ding, the mist rose up around his body, each punch was handed out, the fog was more intense, the rain was blowing, falling on Wang Yuanbao's clothes, but it was not wet, the rain fell on the fog, it steamed up, became the fog, the fog in front of him, just like the stone of his mountain, and Wang Yuanbao handed out the fist, is the water droplet, a fist fist, a drop, over and over again, but it is diligent, the rope saws the wood is broken, the water droplets are worn through the stone, it is because of such perseverance and perseverance, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the speed of Wang Yuanbao handing the fist has not changed at all, as if the heaven and the earth have not been in a momentIn front of the eyes only "the stone of other mountains", the body of the water droplets, want to wear the stone, what is needed, is not only perseverance and endurance of the water grinding kung fu, but also need courage, even if the catastrophe is not recovered, Mount Tai collapsed in front of you, but also have to be handed out with a punch, not moved.

Before the thick fog, a dent gradually appeared, Wang Yuanbao was in a daze, still handed it out with a fist, not fast or slow, just as he wanted, the fist momentum in this fog, gradually formed the substance, there was a whistling sound, the fist over the raindrops, the raindrops eight petals, the fist wind whistling, the dents on the fog, deeper and deeper.

At this time, Wang Yuanbao's heart lake also experienced a rain, the fog above the heart lake gradually dispersed in the rain, but the dragon yin god did not raise his head, but sucked all the fog above the heart lake into the lake, the rain fell ripples, the place above the heart lake stayed, exposed the water surface, there was no imaginary pavilion palace, barren and abnormal, but there was a short bulge, like a small mountain bag.

The rain fell on the hill, the dust was flying, and after a while, it made people not real, Wang Yuanbao silently contemplated the five mountains of the sky and the Ding Instrument of suppressing luck, the dust was flying, but there was no movement at all, the rain became heavier and heavier, the dust gradually fell, the hill bag was much shorter, but it was no longer the initial roundness, revealing the grandeur, just like the lead Hua was removed, revealing the beautiful jade hidden in the stone, although it was short, it became a trip to the mountains, which was unexpected by Wang Yuanbao, the fog suddenly rose, shrouded the dwarf mountains in it, and the shadow was not real。

The punch was handed out, and the mist dissipated.

The original rich fog gave this fist a lot of blows, the fist wind surrounded the body, the mist could not get close to the body, and the eleven realms of martial arts in the heart moved slowly, like a river, gurgling and flowing in the meridians and acupoints, and hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, rushing to the Qifu dantian, Wang Yuanbao "saw" and saw the slowly flowing "river" Rushing towards the Qifu Dantian, he knew that this was the plastic tire in the realm of martial arts, Wu Yun entered the Qifu Dantian, reshaped it, and conceived the martial fetus, so that it could be regarded as truly touching the ordinary martial arts, but the gestation of this martial fetus was also divided into a high and low rank, the highest, the purple gas was dense, the fetal qi was endless, and the qifu dantian was nourished, and the meridians and meridians of the acupoints were self-contained, just like the Jindan realm of the monks; ？

Wang Yuanbao Qi Mansion Dantian, the mist gradually rose, just like the touch of fish belly white before dawn, between black and white, the morning light was faint, and a faint touch of purple appeared in it, Wu Yun slowly injected, between black and white, the morning light was faint, the purple was attracted by Wu Yun, and it was introduced, and suddenly, the purple exploded, with the flow of Wu Yun, slowly flowing in this Qi Fu Dantian, which seemed to be irregular, but implied an indescribable artistic conception.

Wuyun Purple Tire !!

Wang Yuanbao didn't expect that he had given birth to the most top-level existence in the martial fetus, the purple fetus of martial arts, this is the existence that countless soldiers and martial artists dream of, the way of heaven, the loss of more than enough to make up for the shortcomings, the real can be cultivated, there is really no, the way of heaven is fifty, forty-nine, take away one of them, it is also the balance of the way of heaven, but also the balance of the world, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, there is no smooth sailing people and things, this is the balance of the world to follow the way of heaven, Wang Yuanbao bred the martial luck purple fetus, is one of the many rare in the world, the top existence in the realm of plastic tires, the strongest realm, The two realms and the three realms are like breaking bamboos, and they can directly reach the strongest six realms, which is not only related to the regret Ding Fist and the five Yue regret Ding piles, but the most important thing is Wang Yuanbao's own qualifications after all, although the two bridges of immortality and fate are broken, and the foundation of cultivation is broken, but there is no end to the path of cultivation, and the avenue of three thousand can achieve the avenue of immortality, why bother with one? The last thing to ask for is nothing more than the avenue of immortality, if the monks all go to the dark, then there will be no existence of many mountain and wild scattered cultivators, and there will not be the existence of many qi practitioners who go to the side door.

Wang Yuanbao's congenital insufficiency has become a big opportunity for him to "make up for the deficiency", the world is really impermanent, close the door, but open the window, although the opportunity is different, but the scenery is always the same, look at the mountain is the mountain, see the water is water.

"It's done!!I've made it!!"

Wang Yuanbao was so happy that he almost jumped up, this is the happiest thing he has since he came down from Peach Blossom Mountain, traveled through the rivers and lakes, and came to this Longchang Town, the rivers and lakes in his heart, finally a lot closer, Wang Yuanbao missed the most, is the sloppy Tianjun Xie Grandmaster in his heart to install the rivers and lakes, he promised the old monk Gu Liangzen, to live well, then you must follow the most true ideas in your heart, go to the rivers and lakes, drink the most spirits, love the most beautiful people, this is to live well.

Wang Yuanbao is like a child, spreading joy in the rain, the depression in his heart, at this moment, disappeared completely, the young man yearns for the most, the clothes are walking on Chang'an Road at night, the wind roars and the horse laughs and carries the knife, this kind of happiness, this kind of romance, is what young people should have.

The Hider looked at Wang Yuanbao, who was as happy as a child, and sighed, it doesn't know what its future is now, it seems to be a stupid boy, but it has a great opportunity, I really don't know if it is a blessing or a curse to follow him, but the essence of the water transport in the rain soon interrupted the thoughts of the Hider, the essence of the water transport in the rain, but it is more intense than the water transport in the inexplicable river, the avenue of the Hider, walking is water, and now the essence of the water transport is like a gluttonous feast prepared for him, greedily absorbing the essence of the water transport in the rain, and the Essence of the Treasure Vessel is constantly repairing the heart lakeThe water transportation equipment in the "Little Dragon Palace", if it weren't for the dragon yin god in Wang Yuanbao's heart lake who grabbed the natal essence soul and Xuanhuang dragon qi, the Xuanqi Hidden Instrument was only afraid that it would have recovered the cultivation of the Middle Fourth Realm at this time, and when he thought of this, the Xuanqi Hidden Instrument couldn't help but feel a little angry.

But before it could react, Wang Yuanbao picked it up, spun around in the rain, and lifted it high, which really scared the Fox Collector a lot.

It's a good rain.

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After Chen Yue came back from the fireworks field, he didn't go to the Sword Weapons Department again, and went back to the old house where he hadn't lived for a long time.

Cai Jing's death has always been in Chen Yue's heart, others say, forget it, but Chen Yue has never forgotten, the more he wants to forget, but the clearer it becomes, wearing a red wedding dress, the bleak tone, constantly echoing in front of his ears.

Chen Yue couldn't tell whether he felt guilty or blamed himself, Cai Jing's death had nothing to do with him, but why couldn't he forget it?

His face became more and more pale, Chen Yue was lying on the bed, although he was covered with a thick quilt, he still felt cold, the rain became heavier and heavier, Chen Yue became colder and colder, from the cold in memory, even if he used memories to keep warm, it was useless.

The grass and trees are thick, the rain hits the plantain and closes the door deeply, bit by bit, dripping empty steps, until dawn.

A red phanther, floating to Chen Yue's room, curling Nana, is soft and evil, if you see the face of this phantom, I am afraid that Ren will be startled, the woman's graceful figure, but the face is a rough man, whispering desolate tone, echoing in the rain, it is the most regrettable overlord farewell concubine.

Chen Yue felt more and more cold in this bleak tone, lying on the bed, unable to lift even a little strength, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

............

Fan Laocheng drank the wine he stole from nowhere, leaned on the door frame of the ancestral hall of the three surnames, looked at the dripping rain, hummed a sour song that was not in tune, and enjoyed himself, the lingering in the text of the drama is not as straightforward as this sour song, which makes people yearn for it, the literati and ink writers love to be sour, this sentence is really not wrong, the original vulgar words in the market, and meat jokes, fell in the mouths of literati and ink writers, but it became another story.

The literati and writers disdain the vulgarity of the ordinary people in the market, they themselves are in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion full of red sleeves every day, looking for fun, and they are ashamed to say what kind of romance it is, it is really ridiculous, the means of covering their ears and stealing the bell are good, Fan Laocheng is not without dirty belly, but he did not see a slender woman wearing a goose yellow skirt into the ancestral hall, holding an umbrella and walking under the three old locust trees.

After taking a sip of wine, Fan Laocheng said: "You can keep some affection, the leaves on this tree have only grown so much in a hundred and ten years, and I can't explain it to you to take it away at once." ”

The slender woman wearing a goose yellow skirt was Su Yousheng, and when she heard this, she said: "This is what they owe me, why can't I finish it, these are just interest, and I haven't collected the principal." ”

Fan Laocheng said: "Bad luck!"

As soon as the words fell, a cold light suddenly came, and before Fan Laocheng could react, most of the wine jug in his hand was cut off, and the wine in the wine jug flowed down the steps into the rain.

Fan Laocheng was distressed for a while, there was only so little wine left from the sixth aunt's house, and it was cut off to Su Yousheng in a blink of an eye, what a pity, if you want to drink it again, there will be no more!

Su Yousheng ignored Fan Laocheng and said to himself: "It's time to pay back the money, such a big person, he also owes money and doesn't pay it back, whether he wants to have a face, that is, I have a good temper." ”

The three old locust trees were windless and automatic, as if they were responding to Su Yousheng's words, dozens of locust leaves contaminated with this golden light fell, and after Su Yousheng caught them, they retreated.