No amount of wind and rain can blow into Longchang Town, this fight on the outskirts of the mountains is just a small fight in the eyes of Mr. Fang, the killing of Yingzhou can be called a real killing, flying sword volley, sword qi vertical and horizontal, countless bloody rain and bloody wind, there is the best place for sword cultivation, whether it is sword heart or kendo, you can get their own understanding in Yingzhou.

Wang Yuanbao is still as always, at sunrise to practice boxing, but the mood is not as good as before, do not understand the benefits of not understanding, do not have to think about the future of how to go more convenient, just like mountaineering, know the way, can easily climb, do not know the way, but also stuffy forward, what is right or wrong, no matter what he is serious, the mood at that time is completely different from the state of mind when he knows the shortcut, Wang Yuanbao is like this, if there is no fair woman last night, he will not think too much, probably as before, practicing boxing millions will always succeed, but the words of the fair woman are not missing a thunderbolt in the clear sky, suddenly illuminating the unknown road ahead, making people at a loss, martial arts in the long run is no longer as good as imagined.

However, Wang Yuanbao is still step-by-step, practicing boxing and walking a hundred times a day, which can not be broken, after all, water grinding kung fu has become a habit, if you don't do it, it always makes people feel uncomfortable, and then the muscles and bones are reshaped, carving a piece of jade, polishing the outer layer of lead, if you give up, it is a bamboo basket to hit the water, and the efforts made in the past have become empty talk, and no one will do such stupid things.

Three poles on the sun, white clouds and blue sky.

When the sword department started, it was not like an ordinary sword shop, after all, the sword weapons handed in every year were only one hundred and ten, and all the swords could be cast in only one month.

Wang Yuanbao washed his face with the well water that had just been dug out, and when the wind blew, he suddenly felt refreshed, and a new day began again.

The street is not too late to open, to the age of children reluctantly pulled by their parents towards the school, now the weather is gradually warming, the grass grows and the warbler flies, it is a good season to play, but the book is not to read, otherwise, the annual bundle is not wasted?

Wang Yuanbao walked out of Zheliu Lane, Zhang Sui walked absentmindedly towards the outside of the town, the time he went to the school every day was not as long as the time he stayed by the inexplicable river.

"Wang Yuanbao, are you going fishing?" As soon as he saw Wang Yuanbao, Zhang Sui's listless face suddenly stretched out, having a friend to accompany him was always better than being alone looking at the clean river in a daze, so Zhang Sui was so happy, but the main reason was that he was impatient, the fish had not yet bitten the hook, he was in a hurry to lift the line, ninety percent of the ten percent could not catch fish, and the remaining one percent depended on luck, but luck was always not very reliable.

Wang Yuanbao said: "Don't go, there is a lot of work in the Sword Department today, besides, aren't you going to learn the schoolwork in the school? If your mother knows that you don't go to the school every day, but run out to fish, I'm afraid that you won't be able to run away with a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, that is, Mr. Fang has a good temper, and if you change someone else, can you still stay in the school like this?"

Hearing this, Zhang Sui's elated face drooped, like a frosted eggplant, and said listlessly: "In the school, I don't understand, shaking my head and reading books, it's better for me to go with you to the Sword Department to find a job, and I can also help the family." ”

The children who are in charge of the house early, all they think about, are probably the hard work of their parents, three meals a day, seven feet of sleep at night, the abbot's courtyard, it seems that there are not many, but it is the desire of the small people in the market for a lifetime, and it seems that these small people in the market are just flies and dogs, and the wind and rain come and go every day, and they are abnormal, but they have never really understood the hardships, and they read more than 10,000 volumes of sages every day, but they forget that the reason why the sages are called sages is that they have the joys and sorrows of everyone in the world in their hearts.

Wang Yuanbao touched Zhang Sui's head, and didn't know what to say, so he said, "Go to the school." ”

Zhang Sui's child had a temper, shook off Wang Yuanbao's hand, and ran towards the dragon alley, although he was angry, he still listened to Wang Yuanbao's words, and the sound of Lang Lang in the school may also make people calm.

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Fan Laocheng is like a frosted eggplant, sitting on the threshold of the ancestral hall of the three surnames, anyone who loses a large sum of money will not be happy, let alone the landscape money that can be offset by the tax income of ordinary dynasties for decades?

But the pain of the flesh is the pain of the flesh, this account still has to be calculated, the three high-ranking talismans of the confinement of time and flowing water can be abolished for the people who Lao Xiucai fancies, the whole fifty landscape money, if it is replaced with the sacrificial wine in the Confucian Temple of the Jixia School Palace, then how can it be worth a hundred altars, how can this account be recorded on the head of Lao Xiucai, although in the end, the Great Sage Sword Cultivator of the Underworld is the second to a sword to cut off, but the brothers still have to settle the account, the favor is owed, but the account still has to be clearly settled.

Thinking of this, Fan Laocheng only felt that the pain of the three high-ranking talismans that had been lost in vain slowly faded away, and the sacrificial wine in the Confucian Temple of Jixia Xuegong was not something that could be stolen if it was stolen, I remember that last time he was greedy, and took advantage of the gap between the sages guarding the temple to listen to the teachings, and took a jar of sacrificial wine, and was hunted down and killed for more than a month, and the disciples of the Lisheng were all brainless, isn't it just a jar of wine?

Fan Laocheng is not without resentment and slanders the current Jixia School Palace Great Sacrifice Wine Ceremony, if the disciples of the School Palace hear it at this moment, I am afraid that Fan Laocheng will have to escape again, ordinary School Palace disciples He will definitely not be afraid, but the beast raised by the Holy Ancestor is really a headache, the characters in the Five Realms can't help but take a bite of the beast, steal the wine for a while, if it is not for Fan Laocheng to throw down the sacrificial wine halfway, I am afraid that I will have to take a bite of the beast.

"Alas, if you can knock over that beast, then the dog meat has to be eaten, this spring and sunny, come to a pot of wine, a dog meat fragrant pot, that is really a fairy will not change!"

Fan Laocheng naturally just thought about it, that beast had even been chased and bitten by the Holy Ancestor like a lost dog, Fan Laocheng was definitely inferior to the Holy Ancestor, and the dog meat in the world was eaten by him, but his mind must not hit the beast who guarded the door of the Confucian Temple of the Jixia School Palace.

The three difficult ghosts of the Jixia School Palace, the old man of Lisheng, the watchdog of the Temple of Literature, and the self-proclaimed most frustrated reader.

Feng Blacksmith is not as idle as Fan Laocheng, in this Longchang Town, he is the busiest now, the great sect of the Beiyang Dynasty does not know how many mountain monks want to sit on the seat that they can't sit on, Xu Chi asked Feng Blacksmith to go to the Beiyang Dynasty to sit on the mountain, but they were all pushed by Feng Blacksmith.

The threshold of the sword department is about to be broken by Xu Chi, the real prince of Beiyang, but Feng Blacksmith has never loosened his tone, but Xu Chi is not annoyed at all, every day, the largest mountain sect in the Beiyang Dynasty, the Qingxu Dao Sect, this military sect, gave Zhao Qianzhi a Yang plot to rectify the wounds, vitality is greatly damaged, and it is impossible to recover without a hundred or ten years, not to mention, the monks who can rank among the four realms are basically wiped out by the mountain and field cultivators who took advantage of the fire to rob, and now the Qingxu Dao Sect is only left with a middle four realm immortal master who has not even touched the threshold of Jindan to support it, Zhao Qianzhi only gave Xu Chi a way in order to let Xu Bailu inherit the throneAfter all, Feng Blacksmith's hometown is in the territory of the Beiyang Dynasty, if you want to unify Nanzhan Zhou, not only the fight between the two dynasties, the gods of the mountains and rivers, the city god and other immortal masters will participate in it, the truth of the cold lips and teeth These spirits who have lived for a long time know better than people The consequences of the cold lips and teeth can still be surrendered, but the gods of the mountains and rivers, the land and the charm of the city god, but there is no such opportunity, the establishment of a great unified dynasty, not only the unity of the territory, but also the unity of the cultural context and military luckNot to mention that there will inevitably be casualties and casualties in the unification of the dynasty, ordinary soldiers can naturally take care of their wives and children, their parents, titles and wealth, but when they touch the monks of the Middle Four Realms, how can the secular titles and wealth enter their eyes?

And the best compensation is the god of mountains and rivers, the land of the city god and the land of the god of the mountains and rivers and the status of the meritorious service, the immortal avenue of the physical ascension of the body can no longer be thought of, but the god of the Shinto Yin God canonized immortality is real, in addition to the lifelong can not get out of the sealed realm, but in the sealed realm, the god of the landscape and the land city god are like monarchs, all the spirits or monsters, life and death are all in one thought, this kind of compensation, the monks of the four realms know that they can not be among the upper five realms, who does not want to achieve one side of the master of life and death to seize the gods of the landscape？

And the mountain sect and the god of the landscape, the land and the city god depend on each other, the luck and aura of the blessed land of the mountain and water are all mastered by the god of the landscape and the land of the city god, and often these meritorious positions are controlled by the mountain sect, and the god of the landscape of a country or even the dynasty, the meritorious status of the land and the city god, is often a fixed number, the situation of more monks and less porridge, if the dynasty is unified, who will keep the landscape god and the land city god of the previous dynasty?

The people of their own family, the meritorious clothes are still not divided, the monks have more porridge and less, and this kind of meritorious and luxurious clothes will naturally not be distributed to the gods of the previous dynasty, because of this reason, if Beiyang wants to unify Nanzhan, he can't get around this problem, which is also the reason why Zhao Qianzhi asked Xu Chi to invite back Feng Blacksmith at all costs.

It is better for the famous people in the upper five realms to be in charge than to have only a dozen martial artists in the eight realms.

And the chips opened by Zhao Qianzhi are enough to attract many Upper Five Realms.

Zhongyue opened a sect.