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Shifting the flower palace, embroidering the jade valley, the sea of flowers is still the same, and the purple and red are red.

"Acacia strings, shallow dust, red dust in a dream. Reincarnation, fate, looking back at the old fate. ”

The small building is quiet, and the breeze blows through, bringing a little coolness.

Spread a long white hanging rice paper, one side of green ink, a long pen. Between black and white, the pen of Pixing gradually sketches a small order with sadness.

"Sister, you're here!"

Lianxing put down the pen, didn't look back, and said lightly.

"You broke through too?"

Invite Yue's voice sounded, as if it was even colder, more terrifying, and a feeling that seemed to want to freeze the person's body into ice kept coming.

Shaking his head, as if he didn't care, Lian Xing said: "Since I was a child, I have always been inferior to my sister, although I have already obtained Jiang Lang's method of refining and refining qi and the magic skill of wedding clothes, but I am still a lot away from breaking through to the ninth level of Mingyu. ”

"Oh, then how did you notice me?"

Ying Yue was confident, with the power of the ninth level of Ming Yugong at this time, the pity star who had not yet broken through should not have the ability to discover himself.

"Sister, many times, martial arts can't determine everything, sometimes, intentions are more effective than using martial arts!"

"Intentions?"

Invite Yue walked to the side of Lianxing, looked at the pen and ink she stroked, and suddenly shook her head and said, "I know that you have always had a lot of thoughts, so you say, he, will he come back?"

"I'm sure he'll be back!"

"Why?"

"Because he's Jiang Feng!"

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The majestic Forbidden City, the supreme glory of being ordered by the heavens, makes every busy person here feel honored.

Rows of guards densely surrounded the huge Forbidden City.

Even the noble concubines and ladies in the past can only obediently disappear, after all, this time the order to block the Forbidden City and not allow anyone to enter or leave is now an order issued by the saint himself.

"Boss, can these things deal with the mirror master?"

Wei Ziyun asked at a fat man.

In the palace, the biggest boss, except for the current saint, I am afraid there will be no one else. But with Wei Ziyun's three guts, he would never dare to question the words of the saint, so the boss in his mouth must be someone else.

Zhu Zhu is a person who knows how to enjoy it, and he is very open to everything, these two reasons add up, so that the meat on his body is also increased every day, and people who get fat every day always seem to be very blessed, and only those who are blessed can be the boss, so many people call him boss.

But in fact, Zhu Zhu has never done any business.

Because he believes that no matter what business he does or what store he opens, there will inevitably be times when he loses money. He must not take that risk. In fact, there is a more important reason why he doesn't do business, and that's because he has never had the capital to do business.

But now, Zhu stopped standing here, but it was more than just a business. As the only descendant of Master Lu in the past, Zhu Zhu agreed to come here to build a mechanism, in addition to a holy decree from the current emperor, there is also a very important reason. He wanted to see who was the winner in the duel between the machine and the master?

Zhu Zhu and Lu Xiaofeng are good friends, very good friends, so good that even if his beautiful wife is alone with Lu Xiaofeng, Zhu Zhu will never worry. He believes in his wife, and he also believes in Lu Xiaofeng, and he believes in the same.

Even if he Zhu Zhu Boss is really difficult to compliment, but his wife is beautiful and moving.

At this time, Wei Ziyun suddenly smiled slightly flattering and said: "Now I often hear all kinds of legends about the boss of the wonderful hand, and it is said that once the boss made a bet with Sikong Xingxing, saying that he could make a wooden man who could walk. As a result, the boss won from him fifty tables of good swallow wings, plus fifty jars of good old wine. ”

Zhu stopped listening, straightened his stomach, and then stretched out a hand, opened his five fingers and said, "But you must know that it made me five catties of fat more!"

"As long as you can kill the mirror master this time, the wine and food given by the Holy God can make you have another fifty catties of fat meat!"

Wei Ziyun had just finished speaking, but the next moment, Zhu Zhu had already shook his head and said, "No need, if the Holy Lord really wants to give me something, I think, it should be a cemetery!"

Wei Ziyun's face suddenly changed, if Zhu Zhu's trick still couldn't kill the mirror master, there was naturally only one way to wait for them.

The coagulated atmosphere, no one is not afraid of death, but unlike Zhu Zhu, he Wei Ziyun is a normal person, and Zhu Zhu is obviously not.

"Hurry up, lift up!"

A coffin, a coffin that is much larger than ordinary people. Under the command of Zhu Zhu, he has moved in.

"What is this?"

Wei Ziyun said nothing, but Zhu Zhu just glanced at the other party, and then said: "If the mirror master has already broken through those mechanisms, then it is better for me to lie down in the coffin as soon as possible!"

Lao Wei, I didn't say you, this coffin must be selected by yourself, and you can lie in it in the future to be comfortable!"

"You...... Ay...... September 15, it's approaching again, Lord Mirror, it's coming soon......"

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True nobility does not come from the nobility of the blood, but from the nobility of the soul.

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, his nobility does not come from blood, but from the soul.

Each of the eight women in white is at the best age of her life, the youngest and most energetic. Each one is a rare beauty, with long hair fluttering and a light smile.

The most important thing is that these eight rare beauties actually carried a bamboo sedan chair and a bamboo sedan chair with white yarn. The speed of the bamboo sedan chair is very fast, much faster than the bamboo sedan chair carried by eight big men, which shows that the eight women not only have good martial arts, but also have light skills, but also first-class in the rivers and lakes.

The person on the sedan chair closed his eyes and held his sword, and the steady sedan chair did not bring the slightest bump. He seemed to be sleeping, half-dreaming, half-awake, half-dreaming, and everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

A person, a sword, indifference, loneliness, loneliness, loneliness standing on a high place. If a person feels lonely, he will want to break it at all costs, even if it is really a dangerous thing, such as agreeing to the battle with Ximen to blow the snow on the top of the Forbidden City.

But now, Ye Gucheng needs to do something more dangerous, because he has heard people say that the reason why Ximen Fuxue is looking for himself to challenge is because he thinks that the winner between the two can challenge the other.

And Ye Gucheng thought that he would definitely win without a sword, so Ye Gucheng came directly.

"Has he arrived?"

"Not yet!"

"Wait!"

The footsteps stopped, the bamboo sedan chair was still in the air, and everything had been calm. (To be continued.) )