A good place to enjoy the rain in Kyaukju Island, Longchang Town is the best, but except for a few alleys, the mud after the rain is the most headache.

The last sword furnace is in Longchang Town.

The fire in the sword furnace has never been extinguished since it was lit, just like the sound of Langlang books in the town's school, the sword-casting, and the teaching, while teaching the sages of the hundred schools of thought, while beating the sword embryo that has begun to take on the spirit, and writing articles as casually as wielding a song.

The wind rises through the forest and the sea into waves, and the rain falls and quenches and takes shape.

This rain came just in time.

The swordsmith looked at the sky, put down the hammer, and threw the blade out of the window, mixed with the heat, piercing the clouds in the rain.

The rich and noble families in Longchang Town get married, most of them follow the ancient etiquette, and when they get married, the man puts on ten miles of red makeup, which is festive. Red, although not as luxurious as Jingshi, but in Longchang Town, the wedding of the two great families can not be as simple and shabby as the poor family.

There are really ten miles of red makeup on the long street, in Tangli Lane, the joy has been blowing, there are really a lot of neighbors watching on the street, and the rain is so heavy, but it can't stop people from watching the lively mood.

Xu Bailu stood inconspicuously in the crowd, this prince of the Beiyang Dynasty was standing on tiptoe at the moment and looking at the Tangli Alley, at this hour, the newly married Lu family lady should also come out, Xu Bailu had a pair of thief eyes, but only saw the corner of the Lu family's bright red wedding dress, so as not to disappoint.

"It is said that the little lady of the Lu family was born like a fairy. Why didn't you open your eyes and marry that playboy from Li Fang, tsk, it's a pity!"

Xu Bailu sighed in disappointment, I don't know if it was for the newly married Lu family's little lady to feel sorry for, or for himself.

"Xu Bailu !!"

The sound of a silver bell sounded to Xu Bailu like thunder in a clear sky, but the thunder when it rained was not as terrible as the owner of the sound.

"Flower candles in the cave room, the first of the three joys of life, which young man doesn't yearn for it, you are not my mother, nor my daughter-in-law, why do you care about me?!"

Although Xu Bailu shouted loudly, her kung fu was no worse than those flower thieves, and if she was caught, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for half a month.

"If you have the ability, don't run. ”

"Fools don't run !!"

The onlookers were unimpressed, and they all showed knowing smiles.

Xu Bailu and his maid Pu Jia, if they don't make noise every day, then there is something missing in Longchang Town, which makes people uncomfortable.

Although the little lady of the Lu family is beautiful, Xu Bailu has seen Pu Jia's true face, which is simply a difference between cloud and mud, but outsiders can't see it.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are probably like this.

The drum music gradually faded away, and the excitement returned to calm, and the barefoot man who watched the door at the door of the ancestral hall with the three surnames watched with great interest as Pu Jia chased Xu Bailu, who was a young man in the end, and the anger was too great.

"Alas, I have to be busy, March 3, whether it is Xuanyuan or hard work, there is no heavenly reason. ”

The barefoot man rubbed his feet, looked at the sky, and let out a long sigh.

Who knows how long the peaceful days will last? Just like the Great Jin Dynasty, like the glorious and prosperous era in the middle of the day, in an instant, the trees fell and scattered, the walls fell and everyone pushed, the three families were divided into Jin, and those famous and wealthy courts that were once in the prosperous era, which one did not say that thousands of generations?

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Most of the sword immortal characters in the world are in Yingzhou, not for anything else, which of those demon clan great sage figures on the underworld is a fuel-efficient lamp, of course, there are not a few like Sect Master Xie, but if it is taken seriously, the monks who walk the rivers and lakes in the various continents, in addition to the sects on the mountain who have experienced Hongchen, there are also some qi practitioners who rely on the left side of the door, and the most are ordinary martial arts figures who are full of true qi and martial arts.

Although Wang Yuanbao only has a fist spectrum and does not have the method of refining the Qi Mansion in the ordinary martial arts, he still has a trace of martial arts in the trick points above the Qi Sea Dantian.

The realm of ordinary martial arts is to cultivate martial arts in its own thirty-six tricks, such as a trickle, when you go to the pile and punch, it will be as mighty as the autumn water of Wanchuan, and the qi and blood will be strong in order to quench the qifu.

Opening a trick is not how talented Wang Yuanbao is, only the bridge foundation is left in the second bridge of immortality and life, and the heart lake qi mansion is not colluded, no matter how good the qualifications are, I am afraid that if you force the avenue, you will not end up in a dead end.

The martial arts of the eleventh realm of ordinary martial arts, like the sea, are all hidden in the demon womb, and at the same time, there is also the extreme true meaning that Gu Liangchan absorbed in half his life, and the seal that suppressed the dragon, which is a blessing and a disaster for Wang Yuanbao.

The long-term journey of the avenue is far from being able to go all over the course of decades, how many characters of Your Excellency Bai Shoushu still dare not say the word "exhausted", not to mention Wang Yuanbao, a little monk who has been around for decades and does not know life and death?

Sect Master Xie couldn't see through it, as if it appeared out of thin air, Gu Liangchan died, and the old guys in the Five Realms were all ready to move somehow, all of which revolved around a "one".

The "one" of variables.

Wang Yuanbao's final number, don't say that Sect Master Xie can't see through it, even if he Gu Liangchan can't see it clearly.

What comes out of the dragon land is a variable.

It has been dozens of days since leaving the Lingguan Temple of Yunzhou Kingdom, although the footsteps of Grandmaster Xie and Wang Yuanbao are slow, but they have also reached the border of Longquan Dynasty and Chiyan Dynasty.

In the wine shops in the market, there are mostly rough men, who earn some money by guarding the business trips, and drinking is just like their character, the bowl is small, and the road is also wide.

At sunrise, the weather is chilly and refreshing.

Wang Yuanbao walked on the pile in the open space in the backyard of the wine shop to practice boxing, and the first style of "Regret Ding Boxing" paid attention to punching like the wind, and the muscles and bones were broken, but Wang Yuanbao only practiced a shelf, far from the realm of the former.

Martial arts and boxing have little to do with the pile, but if you don't practice, the cultivation of martial arts is an empty word.

Books have to be read a hundred times to understand the truth; boxing has to be practiced day by day, so that there will be barely regression, and the division between scholars and martial artists in the world is about the same.

The faint sunshine, the dew is not heavy, Wang Yuanbao walked the pile with one foot and one foot shallow foot, silently remembering the number of punches in his heart, and the pitiful thin martial arts in the tricks, reluctantly circulating.

One punch, ten punches, one hundred punches, a thousand punches......

Until he was exhausted, Wang Yuanbao looked at the sky, the morning sun was outcropping in the mountains, and the first rays of sunlight had a unique slight coolness in the early morning.

"The hostess, a jug of wine. ”

Wang Yuanbao wiped the dew from his forehead, walked into the wine shop, and greeted him with the chivalrous style written in the script, and did not look at the wine shop shopkeeper who was dressed in ordinary clothes and couldn't hide the charm of the half-aged, so he found a seat and sat down.

There are not many people in the wine shop, and the few tables sitting are all Jianghu people with swords and swords, drinking and discussing what they have seen and heard at the border.

As for Grandmaster Xie, he came out of the wine shop early in the morning.

With a waist without the slightest fat, the shopkeeper of the wine shop held two wine glasses, sat opposite Wang Yuanbao, poured two glasses of wine, and said with a smile: "Isn't it boring for the little master to practice boxing every day?"

The red lips sipped the wine, stained with a little wine, like the petals falling from the morning dew, delicate and a little hazy.

Wang Yuanbao doesn't have much contact with people, and when he interacts with women, there is only the "tigress" who once wanted to kill him on Peach Blossom Mountain, Li Lingfei.

For a while, Wang Yuanbao didn't know how to answer, took a sip of wine, and said, "No...... Not tired. ”

The words have not fallen into the dust, Wang Yuanbao's face is red to the root of his ears, causing the surrounding drinkers to laugh, the charm of the wine shop shopkeeper, the eyes are more colorful, the most interesting are those casual chicks.

"What's the matter, isn't the shopkeeper used to eating us men, and wants to change his mouth and taste something fresh?"

The man who walks the rivers and lakes has more meat jokes in his mouth than Wang Yuanbao's newly grown stubble, which caused the shopkeeper of the wine shop to laugh and scold.

"you, if you want to drink soup, the old lady won't give it to you!"

Wang Yuanbao poured himself full of wine with a red face and drank it, but the rapid heartbeat did not slow down, but faster.

Seeing this, the smile in the eyes of the shopkeeper of the wine shop is even stronger, and all the people I see all year round are some rough and old people who are sophisticated in the world, like Wang Yuanbao, like a clear spring in the desert Gobi, inexplicably poured down, so that the girl's mood that the shopkeeper of the wine shop has not shown for a long time suddenly came alive.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop took an inch, sat next to Wang Yuanbao with a wine glass, glanced at Wang Yuanbao in a charming manner, the hot but warm breath made people, and said with a smile: "If the little master doesn't dislike it, you can call the name of the slave family, Pei'er." ”

The high-rollers in the rivers and lakes who are less alcoholic, drinking wine, watching the wine shop shopkeeper "Pei'er" flirting with Wang Yuanbao, interjecting two meat jokes from time to time, the desertion of the early morning has also become lively, the drunken chest is still open, and the man who licks the blood at the tip of the knife can become friends with a bowl of wine.

In the world, only the road is narrow and the glass is wide.

Wang Yuanbao didn't drink well, half a pot of wine went down, drunkenness sprouted, and his courage grew, and the words in the drama also came from his heart to his mouth.

"How old is Aunt Pei?"

Hearing this, he was stunned, and then the hall was full of uproar.

A "Aunt Pei" is like a shock, which woman doesn't want her youth to stay forever? The shopkeeper of the wine shop prides himself on being very good, and the passing Jianghu people and Beijing masters, which one does not fall under her pomegranate skirt, Zhu Caichun, the most prestigious female genius of the Chiyan Dynasty, once wrote "Women are like mellow wine, and the fragrance is lingering over time", and the shopkeeper of the wine shop is regarded as the guide, and he doesn't want Wang Yuanbao, a stupid boy who does not understand the amorous feelings, and a "Aunt Pei" broke all this beauty.

Originally, the fragrance of the wind and snow moon has become a confession.

Aunt Pei, the shopkeeper of the wine shop, was about to have a seizure, and when she looked at Wang Yuanbao again, how could there be any shy little monk?

Running away from the wilderness, getting drunk is also a technical job.

The wine shop can go down on the border between the two countries, and the wine shop shopkeeper Aunt Pei still has this bit of energy, a woman, in this killing vanity fair, is not enough, prosperous or not, the woman is not a monk on the mountain, there must be a backer.

Longquan, Chiyan two dynasties have a feud, border friction is naturally indispensable, the bandits in the dynasty are "accidental", into the border, the murder and arson, rape-adultery-plunder, there are as many as cattle hair, the thieves destroyed the door and burned the wine shop is not a few, and the wine shop shopkeeper Aunt Pei can stand on the border, but also made a reputation, if only by beauty, energy, I am afraid that there will not even be slag left.

The Jianghu people who walked the two dynasties and the foot merchants knew the most, and they could have such a prestigious backer on the border, nothing more than two, the border town of the Chiyan Dynasty guarding the mountain scenery, and Feng Yanqing, the general of the border army of the Longquan Dynasty.

Coincidentally, Aunt Pei, the shopkeeper of the wine shop, was surnamed Feng.