And the knife is like water, Wu Yan wins the snow, and the slender hand breaks the new orange.

Zhang Zaihou sighed, feeling a little happy in his heart, the bald Fang Yuan, but he didn't have a mouthful.

In the early autumn, the rain is abundant, the place south of the Changge River, the Longquan Dynasty called it Jiangnan Road, the major continents of the world, there are such prosperous places since ancient times, the things in the world, there will always be such a coincidence that there is no book, the taxes of the Longquan Dynasty are all from the Jiangnan Road, the hills and the abundant water system, together gave birth to such a prosperous place of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The crabs in Danyang Lake are the time when the yellow crabs are fat, and the fishermen by the lake have already used a fine net to catch the "rampant people" in the water, just waiting for the stewards of those officials and nobles to buy this Danyang crab, and the Longquan Dynasty does not have the practice of buying and selling, because there is a special trip of the imperial history to be responsible for the autumn harvest season, who dares to touch the moldy head of these two-pole tempered imperial history?

Even if the imperial history scolded the emperor, he was only demoted, and he was still able to return to the Taiwan Pavilion after three years, and even be promoted to get a name, which is to buy a name.

Again, this Jiangnan Province is the most famous, as well as the new orange of Lingnan, sweet and refreshing, the most refreshing, and very popular with the official nobles, is still the Wu salt produced in Jiangnan Province, as white as snowflakes, to win the snow Wu salt to dip the new orange to eat, there is a different flavor, but, such a luxurious way to eat, is only limited to the official nobles, ordinary people can not afford to buy a tael of snowflake silver only half a tael of Wu salt, but the new orange can still relieve the appetite.

In the early autumn season, all kinds of food have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and they have appeared in the wine shops and restaurant stalls in Jiankang Jingzhong.

The child happily took a few large coins from his parents, ran down the street, or stopped in front of a food stall, touched the large money in his hand, and thought about how he could buy more food.

In the red world, there is nothing like this.

In the palace, the rough skin of the new orange can be seen everywhere, it is collected by people, dried in the shade in the room, and used to make incense on the coming day, this is the rule set by the emperor Jiang Li of the Longquan Dynasty after ascending the throne, the palace maids in the palace city, can not return home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so they will take out a part of the tributes from all over the world, and reward them to these palace maids, chatting to comfort their hearts of missing their families.

"Slender hands break new oranges, brocade is at the beginning of the temperature, it's just such a good day, can everyone in the world live it?"

Jiang Li picked up a few cases of Jiangnan Province tribute of the new orange, silently out of his mind, he ascended to the base for ten years, pacified the civil strife in the south, opened up the canal, and connected the north and south of the Longquan Dynasty in series, so that there was such a prosperous and prosperous world, but under the prosperous era, all kinds of hidden dangers, only the people who created this prosperity can see clearly.

Jiang Li is well versed in power and manipulation, how can he not know the thoughts of his imperial brother, who doesn't want to get the emperor's position?

It's just that it should be yours, no one can snatch it, it's not yours, if you rob it, the final result will be a dead end.

Jiang Li didn't use the next method, but after ascending to the throne of the God King, he never touched it again, the result was not important, the important process, buying murder and murder, such a means of doing it, put it on himself, Jiang Li couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Come on, give Zhao Wang 30 catties of new oranges, by the way, Wu Yan is the same. ”

Jiang Li put down the new orange he was playing with in his hand and said to the attendant standing beside him.

The waiter is past the age of sixties, but his eyes are still sharp.

He knows what his master means beyond his words, the emperor's mental tricks are not only the emperor's, but also the courtiers', and they are also their slaves.

King Zhao, most of them are going to die.

The chamberlain responded, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

Jiang Li smiled, got up and walked out of Liyang Palace, he was in a good mood, because it was said that his niece had found a husband.

The autumn rain outside the curtain continued, and a cold cold would soon come.

And this is just the water and soil scene of the Longquan Dynasty in Kyaukzhou, but the East Shenzhou is still immersed in winter, and the wind and snow are much smaller.

In the streets and alleys next to Xiangguo Temple, there are many wine shops that sell shabu-shabu, steaming hot, crowded, in winter, a pot of wine with this steaming hot pot is an excellent choice.

And Bai Xiaozhai is in the midst of the hustle and bustle next to this Xiangguo Temple.

Su Yousheng won the kendo battle, and she also had the qualifications to ask the Baixiao Zhai Lord questions, but she gave up, the reason was very simple, what she wanted to know already had the answer, but someone didn't want to tell her.

In front of Bai Xiaozhai Qingyun Spectrum, there is an alley, this alley is full of all kinds of people, all of whom are Bai Xiaozhai's disciples, some talk loudly, some bow their heads and ponder, and even lie on the wall directly with their chests exposed.

Crazy people, all out of Baixiao Zhai.

In fact, Bai Xiaozhai's original name was not Bai Xiaozhai, but Mei Lu, and the owner of Mei Lu was the master of the current Bai Xiao Zhai master.

The Bai Xiaozhai that the world says is not Mei Lu, but Mei Lu is the real Bai Xiao Zhai, and the one who can see through this is the one who asks the Tao.

Yuan Huaitong walked into the plum house first, although the hustle and bustle in the alley before Zhai was abnormal, but it was quiet and quiet in this plum house.

In Meiluli, there are only two futons.

Lord Bai Xiaozhai sat on the futon, looking at Yuan Huai Tong with a flat gaze, just like the old man next door looking at the young man next door.

Yuan Huaiji didn't hesitate and asked, "How long will it take for the snow to fall in the Snow Valley?" ”

Bai Xiaozhai said: "When the wind and snow return at night, the wind does not stop, and the snow does not stop." ”

What Yuan Huaitong cares about is, after all, the affairs of the world.

In fact, he shouldn't have worshiped the Kyushu Sect, the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the sound in his ears, family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, and everything he cared about.

He should go to Xilin Academy.

The snow in the Snow Valley, as long as the Taiping Dao Country does not leave Xiaofang Mountain, will not stop.

From afar, the problem is simpler.

"What is it that you forget?"

"There is no other way in heaven. ”

From afar is the most suitable person for cultivation.

The Buddha of that year also asked the same question as from afar, but Lin Laozhai did not answer him directly.

Instead, among the thousands of cold plum trees, a Bodhi was planted, and the Buddha sat quietly under the Bodhi tree for seven days and seven nights.

Later, he used two white horses to carry a thousand volumes of Buddhist scriptures into the divine capital, and then there was Xiangguo Temple.

Since then, the path of meditation in the temple has changed from being born to entering the world, and what is rolling in the red dust is the Dharma that everyone is a Buddha.

From afar, just like the Buddha of the year.

Chu Xingxing of the Thousand Machines Sect did not participate in any of the competitions, but he also entered Meilu.

Because her master asked her to bring a letter to Lord Baixiaozhai.

There is only one acacia in the letter.

The lord of Baixiao Zhai pinned the acacia to the collar, picked a plum blossom and put it in the envelope.

Chu Xingxing didn't know why Shizun only put a flower in the envelope, but she knew what Lord Baixiao Zhai meant by putting plum blossoms in the envelope.

Fish pass the ruler element, post plum blossoms.

All that is sent is missing.

No wonder the bell on the master's wrist is decorated with plum blossoms.

What fell in Chu Xingxing's eyes was only feelings.

Fang Yuan walked into Meilu and saw the acacia on Bai Xiaozhai's main collar at a glance.

In fact, this is a public case between Bai Xiaozhai and Qianjizong.

Back then, the master of Baixiao Zhai, Lord Lin Laozhai, and the master of the Thousand Machines Sect, Hongyu, were confidants, but for some reason they became strangers later.

However, the master of Baixiao Zhai and the head of the Thousand Machines Sect had feelings for each other, which was a good thing, but it was broken down into a bad fate by the master of the two.

Lord Lin Laozhai only said, "If the plum forest is not dry, you must not leave the lonely mountain." ”

The head of the Thousand Machines Sect was also imprisoned in the sect by her master.

The current Baixiao Zhai Lord can already leave the Lonely Mountain, and the master of the Thousand Machines Sect has also become ancient, but the two dare not see each other.

The only thing that can be comforted is to place love on flowers.

Fold flowers and send them to Longtou people. There is nothing in the lonely mountain, so let's talk about giving a spring.

Lord Baixiao Zhai

Seeing the smile on the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth, he snorted coldly and said, "After this time, I owe you two senior brothers, and the debts are cleared." ”

Fang Yuan chuckled and said, "It's clear, but there's still something I want to ask you." ”

Lord Baixiao didn't give Fang Yuan a good look, turned over and took out the picture scroll left by the young man holding the black cat, and then ignored Fang Yuan.

The scroll opened, and what caught my eye was the battle of the Wuding River, and between the beacon smoke, there was a sword light, and there were two people in the sword light.

Fang Yuan was in the middle, but the woman beside him was not Su Yousheng.

With a chuckle, Fang Yuan said: "Wuding River Bone, Xiaofang Mountain is a guest." But I thought about it too much. ”

Lord Baixiao Zhai took the scroll back and said slowly: "As long as the one on Xiaofang Mountain does not come down the mountain, this world will be peaceful for a hundred years." ”

Fang Yuan sneered: "Even if she doesn't come down from Xiaofang Mountain, this world is not peaceful. ”

Lord Baixiao Zhai knew what Fang Yuan said about "not peaceful", so he could only sigh helplessly.

Although he claimed to be infinitely close to the Heavenly Dao, only he knew that there was one sentence that was very true.

"I don't dare to go deep, I'm afraid of a big dream, I don't dare to count all the hexagrams, and I'm afraid of the impermanence of heaven. [Note 1]

This is a phrase that his master often says.

Fang Yuan looked at Lord Baixiao Zhai and asked, "Where are the many sorrows?"

Lord Baixiao said bitterly: "I'm afraid you can only find this yourself." ”

He couldn't say that the young man holding the cat was even more terrifying than Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan picked up the wine jug, took a sip of wine, got up and walked out of Meilu, this answer was something he had expected a long time ago.

forced him to come to the East China Sea, which was to let him step into the Snow Valley again.

During the Battle of Wudinghe, he had been there with her on Xiaofang Mountain, not for anything else, but she wanted to see the cruelty of war.

However, after parting from under the starry sky, Fang Yuan made a vow that he would never set foot in the Snow Valley again in this life.

This oath will eventually become an empty word.

The Qingyun spectrum in front of Baixiao Zhai had already shone with light, and the rhythm in the middle of that light was the unique formation pattern of the Blood Sect.

The elite disciples of each sect have all gathered in front of the Qingyun Spectrum.

Even the Southern Heaven Sect, which had not yet recovered its vitality, sent most of the elite disciples.

The disciples of Jingshan, under the leadership of Su Yousheng, stood at the top of the Qingyun spectrum.

Fighting is always the home of sword cultivation.

Although the Tao Ran sword heart of the Qingyao Sword Sect was broken, he did not retreat at all, on the contrary, his eyes burned with raging fire.

Fang Yuan walked to the front of the Mirror Mountain team, looked at Su Yousheng and said, "You stay." ”

The tone is unmistakable.

But Su Yousheng was unusual, and insisted: "I must go to Jiangxue Valley." ”

After all, we still have to meet.

Fang Yuan stopped talking, and stood beside Su Yousheng, the one in the Fengxue Mountain Temple, this time he was going down the mountain.

Yuan Huaitong was a little excited, this was the first time he had returned to Jiangxue Valley since he left his hometown.

Suddenly, he remembered the woman in red who looked like a celestial.

"Hopefully, we'll see her again. ”

From afar, the attention was all on Fang Yuan, and the one who stayed in Mei Lu for the longest time was the guy in front of him who was too beautiful to look like a man.

Yang Jingjing glanced at the elites of each sect and said loudly: "Let's go!"

At the same time, outside the Snow Valley, the disciples of the Blood Sect also set off from Mo City.

No one knew what would happen after entering the Snow Valley this time, because the cavalry of the Northern Iron Cavalry had already entered the snow field behind the Snow Valley.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Lord Baixiao Zhai broke off a plum branch, summoned a white crane, and tied the plum blossom in his hand to the white crane's feet.

He left a secret in the plum blossoms.