I don't know that the blue sky is high, and the yellow ground is thick.

Where is the god king, and Taiyi is there?

I returned and beheaded the dragon and covered Kyushu.

Thou art the sky, what can thou do to me?

Zhu Xian is reforged, and whether the sword god can return remains to be studied.

And the gears that pushed Datang to rewrite history have been spinning for a long time...

The Jinluan Hall is like a falling leaf, and the indignation is lingering. 200,000 forbidden troops were sent from the suburbs of the northern city into the Fangcun Mountain Range, and the key roads of various passes were tightly sealed. Millions of clouds traveled day after day, and were transferred to Xindu, Yiyi, Shudan and other military towns in Beipi Guanhou. On the southern line of Lishan, Qin Ming, the general of Tiance Mansion, led a million cavalry to change the border fortress.

The beacon tower was quietly lit with a wisp of dead grass by thunder, and the withered grass ignited a spark, and I believe that it will not be long before the smoke will rise.

Before that, some people are sad about the world, and some people are sad about private things...

Fifteen days after the damnation.

In the early morning of Huishan, the sun is shining.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is blue, the earth is vast, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep.

Huishan is a fertile soil suitable for the reproduction of all things. Half a moon was gone, and the barren grass in the middle of the field, which had been burned by a fire, had regrown new branches and leaves, and some of them were almost taller than people. The blue sky, the slightest ray of sunshine, warm and cozy. The wind blows, and the wild grass is low, revealing the wild cattle and sheep that were originally hidden in the grass, natural and peaceful. Among the cattle and sheep, there is also a green shirt and a small Taoist. While talking and laughing, the two of them each held a large wooden bucket, and grabbed the poor female buffalo and wantonly desecrated people's private parts, and the fat meat ball was ravaged and twisted, not only splashing white water, so obscene. Looking at the frightened looks of those cattle and sheep nearby, you know that they have definitely been bullied by these two villains recently.

Not far away, beyond the wilderness.

Hundreds of people formed a big circle, dancing and shouting.

Most of them are Taoists wearing pure yang clothes, and only a dozen or so people are wearing other clothes. In the center of the circle, there was a burly figure like a calf, waving a big casserole fist and attacking the Daoist who was fighting against him one after another, and the one that was invincible was inseparable. When the temperament comes up, he not only speaks wildly, but also has to bring other people's ancestors for eighteen generations. This pair of extreme virtue is probably rare at that time.

"Your cousin is really not like you. ”

"Isn't it like that?"

"It's not like anything, especially if it's okay to find a smoke. ”

"Hehe..."

"Say, why is he so fond of trouble?"

"Well, maybe I was born. His father is so unscrupulous, no matter how angry he is, he can raise his fist and slam it. Both of them are hard bones who don't shed tears when they see the coffin. So, you're fine, it's better not to mess with him. He can't beat you, but if you want to mess with him, you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

"Oh, don't say that. Last time, I almost drew my sword and slashed him. Fortunately, Uncle Xiao persuaded him, otherwise he would not have had time to cry. ”

"Huh. ”

In the barren grass, Xia Xun struggled to raise a helpless smile.

Lifting the sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead, the scar on the center of his eyebrows has already healed, leaving only a thin red line, which is particularly eye-catching. Looking sideways at Xia Hou, who was once again beaten out by Dao Rong outside the grass, the more Xia Xun looked, the more helpless he became.

Although before leaving the village, his grandfather had explained that he wanted him to be optimistic about Xiahou.

But Xiahou's virtue is like that, Xia Xun really can't control it, since he can't control it, he has to let him be presumptuous.

If he wants to get into trouble, let him get through it. All Xia Xun could do was to obediently follow behind his ass and mend the pot for him.

It has been half a month since they came to Huishan, and in half a month, Xiahou, Lei Meng, and Tiger really didn't cause Xia Xun less trouble, either fighting with others today, or burning people's tents tomorrow. There were even a few times when I even went to take a peek at a few pure yang Dao aunts taking a bath, if Xia Xun hadn't arrived in time, he would inevitably have red eyes. All in all, this group of demon kings of the mixed world is a pure yang Dao person who has provoked it here, and they can't wait to eat a few of them alive, crushing their bones and scattering ashes.

But it's no wonder that in the final analysis, this matter is indeed inseparable from pure yang.

Who made Yu Youran do things so desperately before?

Half a month ago, a heavenly punishment of the golden thunder directly knocked out all the few remaining men and horses in Xia Xun. Although they eventually fled to Huishan, Huishan was originally a wilderness, and although the soil was fertile and what grows, it was only after the national examination that some people became angry, and where did they get so many life-saving medicinal materials? After a night of treatment, only a dozen people were able to forcibly hang their lives, while the rest of the people were dying. In the end, Xia Xun had no choice but to crush all the spiritual jades of those who couldn't afford to lose their lives, and send them all out of the Fangcun Mountain Range. Since then, Xia Xun's hands have no more and no less, and only No. 20 people remain.

This embarrassing number reminded him of the request that Yu Youran had made a month ago, when Yu Youran beat the water dogs and asked for the number of people, no more, no less, exactly twenty. Is this a coincidence, or a prophet, Xia Xun didn't ask later, but just smiled bitterly like now.

The seriously injured little monk was finally rescued.

Talking is magical, though...

A golden thunderbolt actually split him into a black carbon head, and the injury seemed to be the most serious, but it recovered faster than anyone else. Xia Xun didn't even have time to give him healing medicine at all, but just smeared all his skin with hemostatic grass, thinking that the fire poison would subside and then treat it gradually. As a result, the next day, when Xia Xun was about to clean the little monk's body, he found that the skin on the little monk's body actually shed a thick layer of dead skin on its own like a golden cicada shedding its shell. The new flesh under the dead skin is ruddy like a newborn baby, so pink that it can be blown and broken, and it also faintly exudes a layer of golden oil. The meridians and bones that were originally cut off by the heavenly thunder were all reconnected, and the qi and blood flowed and were full of vitality.

In the afternoon of the same day, the little monk woke up, although he was not in good spirits, he could not see much injury.

When he learned about Salamander, he felt guilty and didn't say a word about the secret. A few days later, he alone dragged the fat monk with bandages all over his body up the mountain and made two wooden fish. Sitting in the southeast corner of the Huishan Plain, he silently recited the transcendent scriptures for half a month in the direction of Salamander. As for the secret that was only half said, neither Xia Xun nor Mo Yan asked about it afterwards. Because a thunder punishment with the power of a king is enough to explain many things, and asking again is to find death. And Yu Youran seems to have deduced some clues from it, because the pure yang Taoists are subconsciously avoiding this matter.

"Seek less. ”

"Huh?"

"I think you're pretty good. ”

Xia Xun's thoughts were fascinating, and the little Taoist suddenly called.

Xia Xun felt a little inexplicable: "Uh... Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

Gently squeezing the milk, the little Taoist smiled faintly and said, "It's not me who said it, it's everyone who says it." These days, you teach me and my little sister to cook, and teach my brothers how to prepare medicinal herbs and deal with injuries and diseases, we can admire you. You are rich in five cars, resourceful, and you can make dishes so delicious. I don't think anyone can compare to you except Uncle Junior. So, I always have a question in my mind for you. ”

"Oh..."

Xia Xun nodded in response, then removed the wooden barrel full of milk, put the empty wooden barrel under the belly of the buffalo, and helped the little Taoist to squeeze the milk from the private parts of the buffalo.

"You don't want to ask me about covering the sky, do you?"

"No, that's just your private business. ”

"Oh, then you can ask if you want. ”

The little Taoist thought for a while and said: "Everyone says that you are a gentleman, no matter how vicious your deeds are, you will leave room for them, and you will never kill them all." A few years ago, Uncle Xiao was ordered by his ancestor to go to Yueyang City to lay an opportunity on you, leading Xia Yuan south to break the heavenly punishment of the king realm. A lot of people died in the Seven Star Courtyard in that battle, you must have hated Uncle Xiao to death. But now that you are in trouble in the heavenly trial, no matter what, Uncle Xiao can be regarded as saving your life. How do you think these two accounts should be calculated?"

"Uh..."

Xia Xun was suddenly speechless.

Xiaodaoren's question, in fact, has been silently considering it since the day Xia Xun came to Huishan. It's just that he has not had a clear result so far. After all, one end is a thousand lives, and the other end is his own life-saving grace. Catching Yu Youran and letting her pay for her blood debts is obviously impersonal. But if you write it off, it will definitely not work. It is not appropriate to choose between trade-offs, which can make Xia Xun distressed.

"Ugh..."

After thinking for a long time, Xia Xun sighed before he replied hesitantly: "Dao Sheng, your question really stumped me. What do you want me to say? Yueyang's blood debt, that is higher than the sky. Before entering Beijing, I thought I would repay it with your pure yang life. Your little uncle harmed me a thousand people, so I will take the opportunity to cut off your thousand heads and bring them back to Yueyang, and bury them in front of the grave of the deceased. But after entering Beijing, there was something to do, and I didn't know what to do. The seven stars of pure yang are like siblings. No matter how fierce the brother is, the big deal is to use his fists and feet, how can there be such a reason as stabbing a knife?

Now in my heart, although Xiahou and they are always arguing with you to fight and kill, but after a few days of getting along, if you really stand there and kill me, I'm afraid I really can't hold a knife. Hey..."Speaking of this, Xia Xun looked solemn and sighed again, and at the same time stopped the movements in his hand, and reluctantly continued: "You can repay debts and pay for your life, this is the truth." Your little uncle killed so many of our Seven Star Courtyard in Yueyang without saying a word, if I don't go to collect the debt from her, how can I be worthy of those Seven Star Courtyard brothers who died because of me?"

Hearing this, the little Taoist also stopped what he was doing, his eyes narrowed into a sword, and he slowly looked sideways at Xia Xun: "So if you have a chance in the future, you will still try to take revenge?"

"Bah..."