The tranquil town is filled with the smell of the sun shining on the stone pavement.

The houses scattered all over the town, as well as those red lanterns hanging high, diluted the auspicious meaning of the afternoon, revealing a rich and decadent atmosphere.

Gao's is second to none in the local town, the old lady Gao is charitable, eats fasting and recites Buddha, even if he passes by a foot monk, he must keep a good life to talk. There was once a group of swindlers who went to the rivers and lakes to come famous, pretending to be a homeless man to eat and live in Gao's house for a long time before saying goodbye and leaving, and someone broke it for the old lady Gao, who knew that the old lady smiled and said I already knew. I have accumulated my virtues, and they have created their iniquities, and we are both suitable, and we are both suitable.

It was such a bodhisattva-hearted old man, but now he was angry with a pair of scoundrels.

First, a dirty beggar cried and knocked on the door, and the aggrieved scream didn't look like he hadn't eaten for a few days.

The crying even alarmed the old lady who was resting in the inner house, and although the child's crying was exaggerated, his body was indeed skinny, and the wounds on his back and ankles could not be faked. The old lady was moved by compassion, and ordered the porter to take him to the kitchen for a full meal, and sent someone to bandage the wounds, and finally gave some running money to send him on the road.

The beggar left with a thousand thanks.

Mrs. Gao was very happy and did another good deed. Even though the beggar may have been instructed by some beggar gang behind him, the old lady fed him well and healed his injuries, which was a blessing that really fell into his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly sloppy monk came to the door to discuss Buddhism with the old lady.

The old lady Gao did good deeds, and her mentality was very happy, but she couldn't help the monks talk about Zen madness. If you want to say that he is a fake monk who comes to pester, the many Zen school inheritances mentioned in the other party's words and the private affairs of a well-known Zen monk are real. And suddenly one or two sentences are really quite sharp.

The old lady could not eat the depth or shallow, but only because his own wisdom was not enough, in line with the mind of respecting the Three Treasures, respectfully invited the monk to eat vegetarian food, and before leaving, he sent a lot of silver taels to the monk to prepare for the construction of the mountain gate.

The monk just walked away with the silver on his back, and a carriage came to the door of the high house on the back foot, and there was a big gourd on the roof of the car that was shaking, and there were two wandering parties in the carriage, an old man and a young man, who were noisily shouting to name the old lady Gao to see a doctor.

Before he had time to walk from the front door to the back house, the old lady Gao was surrounded by his family and stood on the steps of the gate, and asked angrily with a cane: "Are you two stupid for me?"

You Fanglang was shocked: "How do you know?"

Outside the town.

You Fanglang, who was driven out of the town for half a mile by seven or eight family members with dogs, found a mountain stream and took a bath.

The sky was getting dark, and the young one stared at the white-streaked shadow in the stream from afar, his big eyes blazing.

An oil lamp continued to hang in the corner of the carriage, and the flames were as dim as beans. The light in the boy's eyes flickered like beans. The shadow in the stream straightened up and put his dirty clothes back on.

The light in the eyes of the fallen boy turned to disgust.

"Immortals...... Even if you want to play Hongchen, feel life, and act in front of people, why ...... People are so dirty?"

Fang Cai's You Fang Langzhong, a bath and half a stream.

"That's not good," the old man looked serious, "I'm Jin San." ”

You Fanglang sorted out his clothes, picked up a bunch of stones from the side of the road, and took advantage of his ability to see, and smashed the night fish in the stream with the stones.

Nine out of ten hits, and occasionally the unlucky ghost was startled out from under the stone where he was perched and hit the stone, and only quickly turned over and disappeared.

"Anyway, if you hadn't lied to me, why would you and I have acted so hard, wouldn't it be good to kill and find the main master?" Jin San crooked his mouth and complained.

After the robbery in the mountains and forests that day, this fallen boy named Bai Nu claimed that he was gifted and could follow the smell to find Xue Ziyu, who the old man Jin San had worked with.

But afterwards, the young man took the old man around in circles, and he was never able to correct the Fa. After several questioning, the old man found that this young man was not a degenerate. In other words, although he was also classified as a slave of the fallen people, the young man had no ability to leave any blood except for a clever face.

Therefore, there is the appearance of the old man and the white slave in the town.

Jin San stopped smashing the fish, sandwiched the few remaining stones between his fingers, popped out of boredom, and the stones disappeared into the night sky one by one.

The old man said: "So you remember, so many lives were not killed by me, they all have to be recorded on your head." ”

The white slave boy rubbed his bandaged ankle and was indifferent. "What is this?"

Jin San showed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Who remembers this." It always has to be tossed until they feel the pain. What's more, with such false compassion and false compassion, there is no point in living. ”

When the stone bullets were exhausted, the old man lifted the young man's neck and turned into the car, and drove away.

In the Gao family's back house in the distance, the old lady Gao's family was having dinner, and the door that had been opened many times during the day was closed. A pebble landed on the gate with a soft snapping sound.

The vermilion wooden door opened a flower, which was a splattered wooden thorn.

The stone broke through the door, and continued to move forward in the night, and met the flower tree in the courtyard. There was another soft snap, and the bark cracked, and the sawdust splattered, revealing a small hole in the hole.

The pebble continued to fly forward.

Walk through a thick courtyard wall. The wall skin is peeled off, the dust is flying, and the progress continues.

Walk through two open windows and a door.

Skim over the sumptuous dishes on the long table.

Passing over the smiling solemn faces of the children and grandchildren on both sides.

I met the old lady Gao who had just finished chanting Buddha at the end of the long table.

There was another soft snap.

A bloody hole appeared in Old Lady Gao's forehead.

He didn't have time to raise the rosary in his hand and perform the retreat method, and slowly fell backwards.

This was followed by another pebble, and more pebbles. Leave many small holes in the walls, and many quiet lines in the night of the town. There were no screams, but there were exclamations, and there were sounds of running, and the voices of people and dogs were just about to make noise before they quickly quieted down.

Jin San is very good at killing people, because he is the only two gold medal killers of the fourth generation of the Roller Blinds.

The lights of the town are lonely, dense and dense, and from a distance it looks like soybeans pouring in the night. The lights of the mansion were still not extinguished, but the sound was gone. Even the night Jing Anlang in the town didn't notice anything abnormal.

On the gate, Gao's family crest, a copper begonia flower fell off.

Do you know, know or not, it should be begonias.

Jingle bell.

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Nishan Academy.

Everyone in the world knows that the Confucian sages of the Great Lu Kingdom, Nishan Academy, is the place where the Holy Prophet first taught knowledge. In the Confucian occupation of a continent of Taoism, this place is like a Confucian holy place, as early as the old site of the academy built a very high scale and structure of the Nishan Palace.

On the contrary, there are not many people who know about the Nishan Academy in the back mountain.

Mr. Cheng said that it is excellent to let those who want to make pilgrimages have a place of pilgrimage, and let those who do learning have a place to do learning.

Dong Luzhu felt that this was very true.

Autumn is getting cooler, and today Dong Luzhu went to the back mountain alone to see the red leaves, so he didn't wear the women's Confucian shirt issued by the academy, but wore a white stand-up collar horse-faced jacket skirt, and pinned a favorite poetry book to his waist.

There are many rules on the side of the academy, requiring gentlemen to wear clothes at five o'clock, green in spring, red in summer, yellow in summer, and white in autumn. Fortunately, Dong Luzhu officially entered the academy with Mr. Han, and now she can wear her favorite white.

On the way back, fallen leaves covered the mountain road. The girl played with her heart and deliberately jumped forward in a place that was not covered by fallen leaves.

Hold the roll and step on the bluestone, and the red leaves avoid white clothes.

On the observation deck in the distance, a young man dressed in a Confucian shirt from the academy watched this scene from afar with a cup.

muttered: "Sure enough, I liked it at first sight, and when I look at it again, I still like it." ”

Friends behind him coaxed: "Since Brother Yuan likes it, then just like it, we won't compete with the gentleman for beauty." ”

During the banquet, several female Confucian scholars glanced at each other.

Sometimes, the likes and dislikes in this world come so unreasonably.

The girl on the mountain road didn't know it, and when she was approaching the academy, she finally tidied up her clothes, restored her clear and cold appearance, and slowly entered the mountain gate behind the mountain.

There is a small bell pavilion in the middle of the academy, the self-contained bell in the pavilion is driven by the Mojia mechanism, the front is a crystal plate, carved with twelve hours, the crystal plate rotates by itself, every time, the big bell will send out the corresponding jade sound, the sound can be transmitted for several miles.

Interestingly, directly above the bell, a large copper locust clings to it, opens its mouth wide, and swallows it exactly in the face of the words of the twelve hours that are spinning.

Every time Dong Luzhu passes by here, he will stop and look at this artifact for a long time.

"This locust's name is 'Sifu'. In the past, the sage watched the water on the riverside, leaving the sentence 'The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night'. Therefore, the college asked the Mo family mechanic to cast this self-bell to remind the students of the college that time has passed and they should not neglect their studies. ”

Dong Luzhu turned around and called "Mr. Cheng" sweetly.

A Confucian who was more aged than Mr. Han in Linzi City smiled and nodded.

The girl looked curiously at the red eyes of the locust inlaid with unknown materials, and asked, "Does this big locust really exist?"

The old Confucian smiled: "If the river where the sage watched the water is there, the locusts are there." ”

The girl arched her hand, "That student is going to be even more reluctant to work day and night." ”

Confucian waved her hand and asked her to leave.

The teacher and student treat each other as respectfully and politely as Luzhu and Mr. Han.

Confucius raised his head slowly, on the top of the mountain in the distance, a few beams of eyes always followed the girl's back, lingering.

The old man snorted.

Between the top of the mountain and the academy, there are clouds and mist.

The maiden returned to her lodgings, thought twice, closed the window, took a small jar of wine from the box, and tore open the mud seal.

The girl remembered Aqing's advice and took a sip of the altar.

Recite an article and take a sip of wine.

I miss my parents, I miss Aqing, I miss Li Minghui, and even I miss Pei Wenhu.

It turns out that a person drinks like this.

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Southern Libera.

In the sky, more than a dozen giant ships lay across.

The giant boats are connected by huge chains, dragging several mountains. At the foot of each mountain, there are still giant armored apes holding up the roots of the mountain and cooperating with the forward.

In the distance of the sky, several huge fireballs moved slowly, pulling out long, fiery tails.

Soon after, these fireballs will fall in the middle reaches of several large rivers in the distance, shaking off the water veins, and with the cooperation of hundreds of divisions on the ground, several large rivers will be diverted and converge in one place, recreating the grand occasion of the old Chaoshu water entering the sea.

At the same time, by the way, he also killed several water gods who violated the yang and yin, and completely changed the pattern of the underlying landscape gods.

Move mountains, cut off rivers.

Today's dynasty manpower is capable of defeating heaven and earth.

The largest flying boat has a rickety figure and is dressed in red.

Choi Sang.

The sky was windy, and his hair was flying, but the old man still wanted to try to see every detail of the dredging project under the clouds.

The previous minister of Xijing persuaded Zhang Tai'an of the academy party by thunderous means to strongly suppress the local officials of the Great Lu State to cooperate with the landscape project, and went to Mushan to meet Mushan Shanjun in person, and returned three days later.

At this time, Cui Buwei's power can be described as monstrous.

The name outside the body also stinks to the extreme!

There are hundreds of ministers crying outside Zhan Toad's platform. The folds under the Chenglu steps are piled up on the royal road.

After all, the Great Lu State was only a vassal state of the Xijing Dynasty and not a vassal state, and was suppressed by the Xijing Dynasty with power, although it finally agreed to the Xijing Dynasty's plan to move mountains and rivers, but the water under the court can be described as boiling.

Even the Nishan Academy sent a gentleman from the academy to have a long talk with Cui Buwei.

A young man with a red mole on his eyebrows, Cui Xihe, stood aside.

I only heard the old man whispering: "The duckweed has moved, there is no time, there is no time." ”

Booming.

Even high in the sky, there was a strong wind.

A few fireballs landed, the original water mansion collapsed, and the river was rerouted. There are also a few vicious curses issued by the old gods of the mountains and rivers who hide at the bottom of the mountains and rivers before they die!

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Jiang Chu Dynasty, a small city fifty miles outside the Mushan Mountains.

The town of Blackpool, as it is known, is the territory of the Knife Society. When the local townspeople were oppressed, or if there was something to adjudicate, their first thought was not to go to the yamen to find the six gates, but to find the brothers of the family to administer justice.

The blood of the Wangjia brothers is white.

This is something that all Blackpool people know.

The townspeople of Heichi Town often make a living by striking iron, and the farm tools they make are the best in Jiang Chuguo. Of course, weapons are actually the best.

The head of the Wangjia brothers is called Wangzuo, and when the Jiang Chu Dynasty started a war with the old Lai Kingdom, he led the Wangjia brothers to join the army resolutely, and now the war has subsided before returning to his hometown. That's why Wangzuo likes horses very much.

No one was going to help him raise horses before, now there is one.

There is a stable at the back of the yard of the Little Knife Society, and two old and thin horses are kept. Wangzuo looked at the two military horses that had followed him to the battlefield with relief, and the coat color seemed to be much better than before. Then he looked down the horse's neck and found a few goldfish in the tank where the horse was drinking.

Wangzuo's face became gloomy.

A voice explained to him: "Your people don't raise horses, so horses always have worms on them." In addition to spending a lot of money waiting for the horse to get sick and get herbs to deworm the horse, another way is to feed the goldfish in the tank. Believe it or not, these fish will eat eggs in the water that you can't see. ”

Wangzuo groaned for a moment, grabbed the neck of the person opposite, and laughed. "I believe you, because in Blackpool Town, no one has dared to lie to our brothers. Including you, Chen Aqing. ”

Wang's left hand increased the strength, "You can raise the horse well, and follow me in the future." ”

Aqing smiled bitterly.

At that time, he followed Xu Sikui and was led to Mushanzong by the people of Mushanzong, but encountered an accident. By chance, he traveled through the entire Mushan Mountains and ended up in this small town in Jiang Chuguo.

Because of this, he failed to reply to Li Minghui and Luzhu.

Ah Qing took the medicinal wine handed by Wangzuo and took a sip.

Until now, there is still an arrow in his body that has not been taken out.

After being rescued by this man named Wangzuo, Aqing was suddenly knocked out of the meticulous plan. Everything was not as expected, and everything seemed to go as it should.

The man with a short beard and slight hair in front of him seemed to have a kind of wildness and ...... that Aqing had never seen before, or had never seen in the fairies of the market and Fushuilou in Linzi City Enthusiastic?

The same man who was born in the mud and stared at the sky, but this man, who was a villain in the village before the war and became a protector after the war, seems to always see suffering, but never exaggerates and cares about suffering.

It's completely different from Ah Qing's step-by-step calculation.

Qing took another sip of wine and sat on the railing of the stable, surrounded by the dry smell of hay, the hot smell of the horses, and the stench of horse dung.

The neatly dressed Wangzuo also sat down with him, took out a small silver box from his arms, and took out a thick paper roll from it. He handed it to Aqing, "Come on, the good goods smuggled from Raozhou, New Nan." ”

Qing understood what he meant and shook his head. He asked helplessly: "Why do you want me to stay so much? Just let me recover from my injuries quietly, do something for you to repay my kindness, and then let me go, okay?"

Wangzuo lit the paper roll in his hand with firewood, "Because I can see what you want from you, and it's from me." Because, we are very similar. ”

Aqing no longer holds out hope.

I couldn't run away if I wanted to, and I was injured. And the man next to him is very capable of fighting.

The man pulled the corners of Aqing's mouth, "Don't always be so bitter, I won't hurt you." ”

Aqing asked, "Brother Wang, you used to have a hard time, right?" How did you manage to be so optimistic?"

Wangzuo spat out a puff of smoke: "Maybe it's because of habit suffering." ”

Ah Qing asked: "People like us, have we always been so miserable? Or will it be better when we grow up?" ”

There was a nice smell of tobacco in the smoke, and the man in the smoke said, "I didn't get used to it, I just figured it out." Our suffering is not limited to death, but is innate. ”

The weather is slightly cold.

Some people have light and heat in their bodies.

Some leapt into the air and emerge from the split wind, others knelt on the ground and let out a thunderous howl. The light and heat in these people's bodies will eventually burn through the ice, light up the darkness, and write their own answers to the world.

No matter how hard life is, the light and heat still exist.

(Two chapters totaling 14,000 words.) It's been a long time since I've seen everyone.

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