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Except for the corpses scattered all over the city outside the city, there is no longer a single Xijon person. It seems to be a ferocious siege battle, but there is only a wave of surprise attacks during the day. Xirong, who was a little weak to follow, although he launched several more attacks, did not show any climate.

The Seventh Prince, who was very unhappy during the day, never appeared with a few doormen. However, in the evening, Liang Duwei went to the post house to ask for peace, and he has not come out yet.

The empty compound where the Black Armor Army was originally stationed was also vacated for Yingyi's entourage.

The sunset was full of cities and couldn't find a maid with more dexterous hands and feet, so Liang Duwei deployed his two personal maidservants to the seventh prince.

Not many people know the demeanor of the Xirong master who pointed to the death of the Xirong master in the evening day, but it was the thirty or forty people who were smashed and broken bones that made these Great Qin Armor soldiers who had been comfortable for a long time understand that this is a border pass after all, and with the mentality of a game, they will die.

Therefore, the military is neat, and there is no need for a few Duwei adults to worry about it anymore. The night set up a night watchman and inspected the entire western city wall. Seeing that there were no more trivial matters, he took Xu Ao, who was like a little follower, back to the newly arranged residence.

This new residence is not like the previous compound, there are so many side rooms, and it is empty and deserted. In this small courtyard here, four or five people are crammed into a room, although it is very crowded, it is quite lively.

Like Qin Lao, Xi Wei has his own small courtyard, and there are a few plantains planted in the courtyard, which is also elegant. It's just that I don't know how the plants of this southern country survive in this slightly arid place.

Books from Yubara's residence were also moved. There were several large boxes of books, Xu Ao thought that there would be more books on the art of war, cultivation and the like. After asking the armor who moved the books, I found out that most of these large boxes of books were history books and miscellaneous books.

Seeing that the child seemed to be very interested in books, he was willing to explain it to him.

In the artistic conception of the rain hitting the plantains, listening to a handsome boy who is a little more beautiful than a beauty read a few miscellaneous books, but it is also a kind of enjoyment.

The slightly passionate Chu Ci, the desolate Yan poems on the paper, or the tactful poems written by Qi people, or the boudoir novels written by a certain lady, can always read a unique flavor at night.

The servants had already come over to add lamp oil twice, but Xu Ao still listened to it with relish.

After reading a book, I will comment on a few sentences. After a short break, I took a sip of the tea on the table and moistened my throat. Listen to this young ghost express his opinion, but I found that this little ghost often has different opinions, although it is a little deviant, but it is not unreasonable.

It's like reading the history of Zhou, when he finished reading the princes of Youwang Beacon Opera. Xu Ao's sentence, the history books are written by the victors. It really amazed him.

When I read the biography of the loyal minister, the little ghost finally commented, the country is like a watermelon, and the loyal minister is the melon seed, although it is boring when eating, but without the melon seed, the melon has no possibility of inheritance. The words are simple and easy to understand, but the truth is endless.

The more I listened, the more joyful I became. Before I knew it, I finished reading half a box of books.

In the second half of the night, people were already sleepy, and they stopped reading those historical books that were memorized. After picking off the lantern with a copper needle, change to read some strange things.

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There is no place to look down on the netherworld, only the world

There is no place to be proud of the world, only fairyland

The fairyland is located thousands of miles above the human world, and it is difficult for birds to get close and difficult to find. The nine-day long wind passed through the fairyland, blowing the water of the fairy lake, and it rained and dew in the world. Occasionally drop a few pearls, and the world is a meteor flying by.

When an immortal attains the Tao, he can live forever. Endless years, as much as you can squander. They look up at the stars, look down on the world, measure the trajectory of the heavens, and write the moral laws of the world. Teach people to cultivate with silkworms. Draw fire into the mortal world.

They built a palace in the clouds and carved mulberry fields in the world. They established the Great Zhou, and they divided the princes. They helped King Yu to control the water, and they set bronze to cast tripods. They endowed the king of Zhou with divine powers, and they left their bloodline to continue.

The first warlocks were descendants of the Immortals. They are favored by heaven in order to live forever. When the spell is perfected, you can ascend to immortality in the daytime.

Until one day, the immortal cut off Aoki for some reason and never interacted with the world again. It has been more than 2,000 years.

It is rumored that although the fairy world has cut off the Aoki spiritual root that connects heaven and earth, it has also left six hidden passages in this Kyushu land. For his descendants to have a place to go when the great tribulation of heaven and earth comes. It's just that these six passages are either guarded by spirit beasts, or they are difficult to find.

There is only one passage, which is rumored to be under the throne of King Zhou. Therefore, the longer the reign of King Zhou, the stronger the spell, until it reaches the limit of what heaven and earth can tolerate, it will rain down the thunder tribulation, and if you survive it, you can ascend to the fairy world, but if you can't survive, you will have no wisdom and turn into a living corpse.

Over the years, such a living corpse, no less than ten corpses have been buried in the tomb of the King of Qishan in the Great Zhou.

As for why the immortals cut off contact with the human world, there are different rumors.

Someone has seen an immortal wandering in the world, and he conjured up golden jade glass with a wave of his hand.

Someone has seen an angry immortal who wiped out a magnificent city with a snap of his fingers.

It's just that in the last two hundred years, whether it is the sun soaring or encountering immortals, it has never been found again.

The bloodlines are getting thinner and thinner, and the magic is getting weaker and weaker. Since then, swordsmanship has flourished.

The magic is no longer what it used to be, and it can recreate the power of the flood in a groundbreaking way.

......

Heaven is ruthless, and heaven and man are merciful

It is rumored that when the spiritual root of heaven and earth was cut off, there was an immortal who was reluctant to give up his wife and children and stayed in the world. It's just that I don't know if he will be a little lonely when he is a hundred years old, when the crane hair replaces the green silk, and the red face turns into dry bones.

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Xu Ao was silent for a long time, just when Xi thought he was asleep, so he went to get a long robe and put it on him. I found out that this six or seven-year-old child had tears in his eyes.

The little hands stubbornly wrapped his shirt tightly, so that Xi could not see the trembling of his shoulders.

Xi sighed lightly, but she didn't know how to comfort him, so she had to sit next to him.

"That immortal, will you be homesick?"

"Well, I guess it will"

"I'm homesick too"

Alas, I didn't want to, but the village at the foot of the Qishan Mountain could never go back. Xi smiled bitterly

"What happened to that immortal?"

Xi looked at the child's tearful face, and couldn't bear to tell him the cruel truth. He looked at the rain-beaten plantain in the pavilion to avoid his eyes.

Xu Ao also guessed that it would not be a happy ending, and sighed.

Presumably, that immortal is also lonely