"The years are urging people to grow old..."

"I think back then, your senior brother came to my door at the age of three, and it has been exactly forty-four years now..."

Before dusk...

Ask the top of Tianshan Mountain, outside the back door of the small bamboo house. 『→お看書閣免费鲻連載小説閲讀網°C.... 81 in Δ

The lazy rooster lay on the edge of the bamboo door, dozing off. Two rocking chairs, one old and two young, and three people weaving bamboo leaves. With the breeze blowing, the rocking chair swayed, and the little watermelon sat on the lap of the peony, quietly playing with a few woven bamboo dragonflies.

Looking at the bamboo sea of hundreds of miles in the back mountain, the bamboo tips become waves and churn. The old man lightly wiped his slender beard, and his eyes were slightly clouded, as if he was recalling his thoughts in the past...

"If you don't break it, you can't stand it..."

"Although it's a little cruel, but I still hope that he can carry it for you for a few more years, after all, you are still too young... I hope that in the future, you and your two senior brothers can understand the good intentions of the teacher today. ”

Looking at the sky, the veteran slowly intertwined the two bamboo leaves. The bamboo leaves have been half-shaped, and it should be a small bamboo bird...

"Sister Yao..."

The little watermelon raised her head, blinked her big eyes, looked at the peony, and asked curiously, "What are the good intentions?"

Peony chuckled, gently stroked the watermelon's head, and said quietly: "Good intentions mean to do something meaningful very carefully." ”

"And what's the point of doing it?" asked Watermelon, blinking her eyes.

"Uh..."

Looking up at the blue sky like the old man, Peony pondered for a moment. Fang Youyou replied: "It's the things you think are very important." ”

"Is that a bluffing bamboo dragonfly a meaningful thing?"

"Do you think it's important?"

"Yes!" Watermelon nodded affirmatively, "It's important, because I like it very much." ”

"That's something that makes sense. ”

“......”

The sea of clouds is rolling, and the bamboo waves are soaring.

The blue sky is against the bamboo sea, innocent and childlike.

At this moment, when Sanqian Yueyang is about to churn, it is estimated that there is only this small three-zhang loess left in such a leisurely place.

The lazy rooster, the indifferent old man, the pure peony, the innocent watermelon, and the bamboo sea that stretches for hundreds of miles, it is like a quiet scenery in the countryside, mixed with the slightest vulgar taste. Whether the wind and clouds outside the world are surging, or whether the world is stained with blood, it seems that it has nothing to do with here. Perhaps, this is what the old man said, a leisurely life...

At least, on the surface...

This afternoon, 500,000 Sanhe Iron rode into Yueyang, drove directly to both sides of Yingshui in the north of the city, lined up in formation, and guarded 6 places and 4 miles away. Immediately afterwards, the Yingshui River went up and down, and then countless warships sailed in, forming an encircled battle formation with the sergeants on the 6 grounds, and lined up two long snake formations, stationed up and down the river...

These warships vary in size and are mainly divided into three categories: large, medium and small. The big one is more than hundreds of battles long, more than 100 battles wide, and there are sixteen arrow towers tens of zhang high on the ship's board, and all of them are guarded by sergeants with bows. The smaller ones are hundreds of zhang long and dozens of zhang wide, and there is only one arrow tower on the ship, and most of them are shield armor sergeants. And the smallest one is not very obvious. There are nearly tens of thousands of them. The length and width are less than 30 zhang, there are no arrow platforms, and there are no people, it is more appropriate to say that it is a warship, but it is more appropriate to say that it is some merchant ships carrying goods...

Only, even so...

Seeing this posture of Yueyangzhong, he was already surprised. After all, in the past few days, anyone can deeply feel the arrogance of that prince's methods. Now on the eve of the Lantern Festival, when the water in Yueyang is boiling, Mo said that what he put out is only a garrison of 1.8 million troops, even if he said that he summoned tens of millions of men and horses, and he will bury the Yingshui River, it is not necessarily unimaginable.

"That's a fucking lot of people!"

"yes, it's time to come..."

In the south of the city, the snack market on Lufu Street is overcrowded.

The two sturdy men really couldn't find a place to rest, so they simply found a clean place on the side of the street and sat down on the spot. And people who have suffered the same as these two men can be seen everywhere on the street...

The people who want face stand, the shameless ones sit, and the shameless ones are even more simply, gather in groups of threes and twos, find some hay to cushion the floor, and go to sleep directly. To say something good, call heaven and earth home, and the rivers and lakes are free. To put it mildly, it's what a beggar looks like. It's really difficult for these, the beautiful rivers and lakes in the past...

I couldn't live a leisurely life, and I was forced to come to the banquet by Yue Yang, and I had to stay up for a few days. This entanglement is indescribable.

"Yuyang's Green Bamboo Gang..."

"The rain of flowers in the dry sun..."

"Uh... It's..."

The older man, who had nothing to do, looked around, and counted the schools of the courtyard to which the passers-by belonged. When he set his eyes on the alleys of the streets, a few sloppy people sleeping on the ground shirtless. The look in his eyes couldn't help but show a little suspicion...

"That's the kidnappers in the Kadar Mountains?"

"Well..."The other man looked at him, and then nodded in confirmation: "The cowhide band is used as a trouser belt, and four inch nails are hidden." can be so indiscriminate, it should only be them, can't be wrong. ”

The man who spoke at the beginning of the "hehe..." provoked a sneer: "Hey... What are the three religions and nine streams, cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, all invited. It's a bargain..."

"Senior brother... In other people's land, let's pay attention to what we say. Another reminded in a low voice.

"Cut... Let's just stay for two or three days, what are you afraid of?" The man who was called Senior Brother was very disdainful.

"That being said..."

The other seemed very uneasy, he looked at the faintly peeking corner of the red cloth in the north sky, and said worriedly: "But, I finally think that tomorrow will be a difficult time." ”

Hearing this...

The man, who was slightly disdainful before, suddenly sank his face. In fact, there is no need to be reminded, as long as the people in the rivers and lakes in Yueyang City see the posture of the hidden front in the city, they can smell it, and the smell of blood and rain from tomorrow night...

"Tomorrow, it's really hard to have a hard time..."

“......”

Just when these two men in the south of the city were whispering...

East of the city, Seven Star Temple.

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, the shadow is sparse, and the song is sorrowful.

The four altars used for tomorrow's sacrifice have basically been set up into a seven, seven, eight, eight. Most of the craftsmen, after receiving the money for completion, continued to 66 years old, packed up their belongings, and left the Seven Star Courtyard. The remaining small part is mainly responsible for carving sacrificial charms on the altar. This is a kung fu job, and the emphasis is on a fine one. So, after a while, they won't be able to leave...

The southeast corner, inside the Kaiyang Courtyard.

Under the small pavilion, on the small stone table, there are two pots of flower wine, a few plates of small dishes, and two people sitting opposite. One laughs, one mourns. The atmosphere was a little awkward, a little helpless, and some intriguing things.

"Drink!"

“......”

Speaker, Xia Yuan.

Erlang's legs are on stilts, and a ruffian smile is that intriguing. And the person who drinks with Xia Yuan at this time is even more worth reminiscing...

It's none other than Iron Door's contemporary helm...

Fang Xin!

His arrival is worth pondering...

Without it... It is since the incident on Chinese New Year's Eve, the relationship between the Seven Star Courtyard and the Iron Fan Gate has been very stiff. Although the two sides have not yet reached the point where they want to draw their swords and fight each other, there will always be a cold confrontation between the two sides. And, in such a situation, Fang Xin actually chose to come to the Seven Stars alone today. Then there must be something interesting here...

And according to his own words. The purpose of his coming today is not to run for the grievances of the rivers and lakes. It's just that I haven't seen Xia Yuan for 20 years, and I want to have a drink or two sips with him to catch up with the old days.

However, will anyone believe such a joke?

Definitely not!

And, as it turned out, it was...

Reminisce about the old, how to recount without the old, and how to recount the past without recounting?

This is not... Since Fang Xin sat down on the stone bench, the wine of the two of them has not stopped, from noon to the current sunset, and they have not finished drinking. However, Fang Xin didn't say a word about the old words.

Maybe it was the shabby things back then, he really didn't want to recall it. After all, that's really humiliating...

Ineffable... Ineffable...

And Xia Yuan, at first, he would take out that arrogant ruffian temperament to damage Fang Xin. Who knows, this Fang Xin put on a stone Buddha appearance, with a stinky face, just drinking alone, and ignoring Xia Yuan's cynicism. In the end, Xia Yuan was completely out of temper by his stuffy gourd.

However, Xia Yuan did not leave there. On the contrary, he calmed down, with a strong sense of playfulness, and accompanied Fang Xin to take one sip after another, smothering away the wine jugs...

In this way, the boring atmosphere here lasted for a whole afternoon. During this period, no one ever said a complete word to the other. Only the empty wine jug was still thrown to the ground at random, and it cracked for several hours. It feels like two people in the opposite drink, waiting for the other person to speak first, instead of drinking and drinking...

That's interesting...

Because, this is a mental contest, which can also be called stubbornness.

But...

Is this useful? Victory or defeat was actually certain the moment Fang Xin stepped into the Seven Star Courtyard. It's like this morning, Xia Xun was fighting with the words of the Cao Pavilion Lord in the Jinglou, in the face of the facts, even if you are unwilling to do it, how much power can that stubborn and high head withstand, and how many copper plates is it worth?

Defeat is inevitable.

"Gollum..."

"Pong-dang..."

The sun is set...

The crows are flying eastward, and the pieces are returning home.

Gulp it down, drink a pot, and throw the jug to the ground. Then I picked up a new pot of wine from under the stone table and placed it on the table...

"Are you sure?"

Fang Xin didn't foreshadow at all, picked up his sleeves, wiped the remaining wine ripples on the corners of his mouth, and threw out a question with no previous text and no follow-up, which was very abrupt...

"Hehe..."

The ruffian laughed,

Xia Yuan didn't feel strange, it seemed that what he had been waiting for was Fang Xin's question.

"Pong-dang..."

In the same way, after drinking the jug of wine, he threw it away and shattered it to the ground. After that, Xia Yuan asked with a strong sense of playfulness: "What if there is, what if there is not?"

"Before you came, Kim Buchang came to me. Fang Xin said calmly without much emotion.

“......”

Laughing noncommittally, Xia Yuan did not respond to this sentence. It seems to be disdainful, and it seems to be redundant. After waiting for a while, Fang Xin continued to add: "He is here on behalf of King An, and I think you are very clear about the intention of coming. ”

"So what?" Xia Yuan asked with a smile.

"I don't want to go over. Fang Xindao.

"What does it have to do with me?" Xia Yuan asked again mercilessly.

"You just have to nod your head. In the future, I'll mess with you. ”

“......”

Fang Xin's mood today was very cold, and in the face of Xia Yuan's contempt in turn, he didn't show too much change in expression. It's the same now, even the words of refuge are straightforward, and they don't drag the mud and water at all. Directly, Xia Yuan, who had expected it, couldn't accept it a little...

Xia Yuan restrained his browsy slightly, thought for a while, and said, "Then what are your conditions?"

"Help me save Luo Ying. Fang Xin replied quickly.

"Hehe..."Xia Yuan laughed instantly when he heard this.

"You're not qualified enough..."

"This is the meaning of the only elder. ”

“......”