The vast ocean between the two continents is now just a chasm in the eyes of everyone, but this chasm will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The dragon boat that goes back and forth on the sea and ocean, moored in the rough place far away from the sea and ocean, if it is usually a fishing boat or a boat crossing the sea, I am afraid that it will be buried in the belly of the fish at this time.

The luck of the mountains and rivers is pulling each other in this chasm that has bottomed out, and the sea and ocean are like overflowing water in a cup, constantly rippling on both sides, but this ripple is inevitably a little too turbulent.

The corners of Wei Pingsheng's mouth rose, this frustration and smugness became insignificant in the reappearance of the vicissitudes of life in this scene, people's joys and sorrows, ups and downs or not, are just because of the relationship between things and me, but in the vicissitudes of life, there is no joy and sorrow to survive.

The sea dream is long, and I am also worried.

The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou.

The two continents that have been separated for 100 years are like poems, just like words, when they are separated from the two places and even separated from the two continents, the thoughts come unexpectedly.

Compared with the forces hidden in the mountains and wilderness of Kyaukjiao Continent, Nanzhan Continent is unusually calm, and in the entire territory of Beiyang, the Nanzhen Fusi Branch has taken over the authority of the prefectures, counties and counties, and it is safe and sound.

It's just that Nanchu is far from this safety, above the court, the edict of the guilty, the voice of anger and resentment, endlessly, when the clear stream is in the country and the people, it may be the tongue of the people, but between internal and external troubles, it is like that multi-mouthed parrot, and the noise is non-stop.

That's the difference.

The gap is narrowing little by little, Kyaukju Island and Nanzhan Zhou are getting closer and closer, you can see people across the sea, a hundred and ten years of thoughts, a hundred and ten years of joys and sorrows, are all in this narrow gap at the time, blooming.

Bang!!

The sound of spring thunder stinging echoed between the two continents, and now, it seems that it can no longer be called two continents, Nanzhan Continent and Kyaukjiao Continent are originally from the same vein, should be one continent.

Tsing Yi River, inexplicable river.

Baekdu Mountain, Meifeng Mountain.

There is no longer a mountain and sea barrier to meet together, and the mountains and rivers are lucky at this moment, and there is no longer life, and they are intertwined.

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

Fang Liang's face was full of fatigue, and the two winning coins also fell into the dust as if they had completed their mission, and the crazy but endless landscape luck was suddenly quiet at this moment.

The faces of the three saints were gloomy, and they lost this gamble.

The gambling game in Longchang Town, in their opinion, is nothing more than countless entanglements of interests and reincarnation of cause and effect, but they never thought that Lao Xiucai would have such hard work.

Fang Liang smiled faintly and said loudly: "Tangtang Cave Heaven, in the end, it can be called the land of Cave Heaven, collapse. ”

In the tone, endless exhaustion.

And looking up at the shocking figures above the sky, those figures who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly shook, they didn't expect that this was the situation now.

Interests are the poison of the world and the mountaintops, as long as you have a mind, you will be blinded by the small profits in front of you, even if there is a gap in front of you and behind you, you will ignore it.

The three saints looked coldly at Fang Liang, who had always been indifferent, this was a sign of respect for him, if it was said that when the two continents had not been merged, the Confucian sages only thought that Fang Liang was an ordinary gentleman and saint who was worthy of enjoying the incense of the Temple of Literature, but now he had changed his opinion.

Fang Liang is enough to start a sect and have his own knowledge.

In contrast, the middle-aged man in the costume of a warrior was far from thinking so much, nor was he as calm as the young man wearing the hibiscus crown, but a raging anger rose in his chest.

Even if the two sides merge the two continents with their own strength, they will poison the living beings, the most obvious is that there will be beacon fires in the sky, although the soldiers have entered the WTO as generals, but the essence of the soldiers is not to kill and kill, but to stop the war.

Once the beacon fire is ignited, the original purpose will change with the killing, although the Confucian Confucian Temple has built a religion of respect and inferiority, but in the flames of war, the so-called etiquette and respect and humility are empty words.

The middle-aged man dressed as a soldier and a martial artist said in a cold voice: "Fang Liang! you have poisoned the creatures of the two continents, and the war has been rekindled, do you know how many people will fall into the flames of war because of your selfishness?!"

Its voice is like a flood bell Dalu, echoing in Longchang Town.

Fang Liang was noncommittal, but said indifferently: "If you really think about the people of this world, I am afraid that this sentence will be asked by me, what you are asking for is just stability, which is enough for you saints who sit firmly in the temple and wear meritorious clothes to enjoy the incense in the world, I don't know where you are standing when you say this, the incense in the world, or the meritorious clothes on your own body?"

The soldier saint blocked Fang Liang's words, and wanted to refute them, but he couldn't catch the flaw between Fang Liang's words, and for a while, his face was red.

Fang Liang said this, it is already a heart-wrenching theory, today's Senluo world, not to mention, these saints dressed in meritorious clothes are the most clear, but the incense of the saint's temple has a faint collapse trend, which is similar to the collapse of Tangtang Cave back then.

The corpse vegetarian meal, I'm afraid it's still light.

After all, the Confucian sage still spoke: "Since the rules of this world have been set, someone must follow them, and if they follow them, they will be safe and sound, and let the road last for a long time, but if there is a heresy, they must pay the price for violating the rules, such as monks and saints." ”

These words are for Fang Liang to hear, this rule of the world was originally formulated by these saints, and those who are above this rule are still saints, and the Son of Heaven who violates the law and the common people are guilty of the same crime, it will always be a lie, and the same is true of the rules of the world.

Fang Liang laughed loudly and said: "What is the trouble of wanting to add to the crime? This is the rule of the world, I am afraid that only the saint will not disobey, the great rebellion, the great road is not rebellious?"

This is the essence of the avenue.

Obedient, mediocre.

Against the sky, the avenue is immortal.

Those who steal the hook are punished, and those who steal the country are the rules, this is the rule of the world's top of the mountain, and even the world, and the big fist is the rule.

Among the world, the biggest fist is not from the saint, so the rules are formulated by the saint, and the one who violates the rules the most is still the saint.

And mortals must also sing praises to them, and the clouds and sunshines, the droughts and floods, and the abundance and arrears are all between the joys and wraths of the saints.

The temple incense is prosperous, not necessarily the peace of the world, the temple is barren, and the world is not necessarily miserable.

Incense is the most useless and the most tempting.

The Confucian sages did not be silent, this is the theory of punishing the heart, the words of punishing the heart, what Fang Liang said, is the truth, and it is also true, if it is silent, I am afraid that it will shake the knowledge of the person I stand on, which is the most terrifying.

"Fang Liang, if you are captured, you can still get a safe, if you resist, you are afraid of death. ”

The Confucian sage said the last sentence coldly, as if he had withdrawn the last trace of strength from this sentence, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Fang Liang smiled and said, "What joy is there in life, and what is there to be afraid of death?

The words fell, and the spring breeze rose.

The young man wearing the hibiscus crown lifted a wisp of spring breeze on his body, his eyes were surprised, and he said lightly with admiration in his heart: "He wants to be relieved!"

Hearing this, the Confucian sage's eyes were cold, and he resolutely shouted: "Come!"

The Confucian sage and gentleman had the heavenly constitution in his mouth, and the brilliant heavenly power suddenly came, the thunder was rolling, the wind was gusting, and the sword qi from the chaos was circling and circling!

No poison is not a husband, even if Fang Liang is disarmed, but its true spirit will still wander between this heaven and earth, not to mention that Fang Liang bears the natal word given by the Holy Ancestor, this is the great enemy of the Jixia School Palace now standing in learning, if you let it go, I am afraid that on the verge of the collapse of this ritual religion, the Jixia School Palace will fall into the abyss because of him!

The Confucian sages had to do such shady things.

The corners of the young Taoist wearing the hibiscus crown hooked up a sneer, this kind of yin means of cutting grass and eradicating the roots, I am afraid that even the Confucian sage can make it, in front of so many monks, this face can still be abandoned, this thick black knowledge, deep enough.

The young Taoist wearing the hibiscus crown on his head had already been able to enter the ears of everyone who looked up at this saint and punished him.

Jiuhejun Jiang Tu had already escaped from Longchang Town with this Sui mother and son, and the old Jianghu Lu Minghong and the luxurious and graceful woman Pei Wei also retreated, Yao Jing had long been away from Longchang Town, and Pu Jia and Xu Bailu threw Zhao Qianzhi back to Nanzhan Zhou.

Now those who remain are all people from Longchang Town.

Except for Wang Yuanbao, of course.

Wang Yuanbao looked up, Fang Liang was like a saint, his nose was sore, and his eyes were burning, but there were no hot and salty tears.

"Mr. Fang......"

The golden-eyed old man Zhao Wei looked indifferently at everything in the sky today, and heard Wang Yuanbao's muttering, but said lightly: "What joy is life, and what is fear of death?"

And at this moment, two rays of light suddenly flew out of the ten-mile spring breeze centered on Fang Liang.

Shooting towards Wang Yuanbao, Huanghuang Tianwei also fell with a bang!

Wildfires, winds, and thunder are rolling down.

The spring breeze is still the same, and the glorious sky is falling, but it gradually disappears in the spring breeze for ten miles.

The Confucian sage's eyes were even more cold, and he shouted: "Bing!"

There are many shadows between heaven and earth, as if thousands of troops are coming to the sky, and the torrent is pouring towards the warm spring breeze, and the vicissitudes of life are thick and vigorous!

And the two rays of light that flew towards Wang Yuanbao from the spring breeze stopped suddenly the moment they came to Wang Yuanbao's body, and the other was still fast, straight into Wang Yuanbao's heart.

A warm seal fell into Wang Yuanbao's hands, and the light that went straight into Wang Yuanbao's heart disappeared after entering the heart lake, and it seemed that it had never existed.

"Help me take care of Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen. ”

Fang Liang's voice sounded in Wang Yuanbao's ears, like a spring breeze, coming and going without a trace.

Wang Yuanbao only felt that there was a spring breeze blowing through the heart lake, and everything was in plain sight.

A sword light suddenly came, not fancy, simple, cold, but murderous.

Huanghuang Tianwei retreated under this sword light!

And at this moment, the spring breeze has dissipated.

Fang Liang's life before and after his death, they are like a spring breeze.

The Confucian sage's face was gloomy, but before he could speak, the person behind the sword light spoke: "I can't call it, but I can't die." ”

The corners of the young Taoist wearing the hibiscus crown rose at the corners of his mouth, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he disappeared abruptly.

He didn't want to get involved in these things, since it had already involved the Taoist dispute in the Confucian context, if he didn't have any self-knowledge, he was afraid that he would lose his mind.

And the soldier martial arts saint also snorted coldly and went away against the wind, those who can do the name of a saint are all human spirits, if they can't see the key to it, just like the young Taoist wearing a hibiscus crown said, lose his mind.

The Confucian sage looked coldly at the swordsman's outfit in front of him, and said, "Fang Liang's military solution, do you also want to follow in his footsteps?"

But sneered: "What about the saint, it's just a matter of my sword." ”

The Confucian sage's face was extremely unsightly, but he had to admit that the swordsman who could retreat from Tianwei was by no means easy to deal with.

Fang Liang had already disarmed, and there was no need for him to stay any longer, and the Confucian sage snorted coldly and died suddenly.

The curtain has fallen, it's time to leave, and it's time to settle accounts.

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

Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, squatted outside the sword department, waiting for Feng Jing to come out, and in this sword department, there was a pure breath like a child's breath.

Li Yuhuan couldn't help but be overjoyed, he came to Longchang Town like a boy with scattered wealth, not only did he lose the only money he had to win, but he also gave Zhao Qianzhi's old fox a calculation, and put all the swords on it, if he lost, he was afraid that he would stop thinking about going out of the city on the twelfth floor.

The spring breeze blows by.

Li Yuhuan, who was delighted, turned pale suddenly, he only thought that Fang Liang and Zhao Qianzhi were just trying to blackmail himself, so if he thought about it, Fang Liang was really ......

And at this moment, the closed door of the Sword Weapon Department opened, and a burst of sword qi was horizontal, but when it fell on Li Yuhuan, it was soft and abnormal.

Feng Jing strode out of the sword department, exhaled a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with light, the sword in his hand was the most proud of the sword he had forged.

Quite reluctant to throw the sword weapon into Li Yuhuan's hand, Feng Jing said: "It's over, I should also go." ”

Li Yuhuan was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Feng Jing said lightly: "Go home." ”

Although it is light, the weight in it is loud.

。 The ghost blows the lamp