"Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, can the young man return? The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed. Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight. Late visitors from Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair.

When the king's long hair reaches to his waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, the horses were free, and they were all young heroes. The eastern capital is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty. Bloody battles in all directions, vowing to guard the mountains and rivers. There should be a day of triumphant return and a good night with Qing. I hope to grow old hand in hand, and I am willing to be with my son. ”

The eldest lady of the martial arts family upstairs found that Zhang Xiaosheng didn't know whether he had intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced at his position a few times, not knowing whether he had really discovered himself or if he happened to have it.

"Okay!" Everyone didn't expect Zhang Xiaosheng to be able to make such a poem, with tenderness in iron and blood, and commitment in responsibility, and the feeling of hoping that there would be lovers in the world who would eventually become dependents moved everyone.

"Miss is such a beautiful poem, if only I could experience such a vigorous love!" Xiao Yi lay on the railing, listening to Zhang Xiaosheng chanting poetry slowly, a pair of big eyes flashed this light, very envious.

The eldest lady of the martial arts family didn't expect that Zhang Xiaosheng would be able to make such a masterpiece, without the slightest exaggeration, integrating the woman's expectation and persistence, and the man's commitment and heroism as one, all of which suddenly turned into wisps of affection and rippled in her heart. That woman didn't have any expectations for love, that woman didn't want a vigorous love, although the eldest lady of the martial arts family was a heroine, she was not spared.

"It seems that I blamed him just now, maybe he is not bad!" said the eldest lady of the martial arts family secretly in her heart.

At this time, Bei Mingyi's heart was also very up and down, but what he didn't want was on the other hand: "Yes, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten." It is the cultivators of my generation, although they can regard mortals as ants, but in the eyes of the stronger, we are not ants. Cultivating and cultivating, if you want to break free from the shackles, you can't help but invisibly produce more shackles. However, as the poem just said, as long as we have expectations in our hearts, always maintain a heart full of hope, then we have the power to keep moving forward, although fate binds our body, but it is not able to stop the heart and heart of the approach, heart to heart communication, as long as the power of the heart, then the future has infinite possibilities!"

Thinking of this, after sweeping away the loss after receiving the transmission two days ago, Bei Mingyi seemed to have regained his original self.

Zhang Xiaosheng suddenly felt a flash of light beside him, and just turned around, but saw Bei Mingyi leave his seat and come to the field, and hugged his fists at everyone and said: "In Xia Bei Junyi, I heard the story just now, my heart was very moved, and by chance my inspiration flashed, and there is also a poem here to dedicate to everyone!"

"Bei Junyi, this must be the name of Bei Mingyi when he signed up. It was the first time Zhang Xiaosheng had heard of Bei Mingyi's pseudonym.

At this time, I heard Bei Mingyi chanting:

"Treat me with long hair and waist, can a young man marry me? The crow returns to the nest late, and the withered vine can hardly hide the heart. Who is so lovesick? The wind is also sluggish, and the rain is also sluggish.

I don't know who I spend the night with! Lovesickness has no solution, and it is long and vast. The fate of the marriage is difficult to understand. In this life, you can know that you are white-headed early, and you look forward to your return as soon as possible, and join hands with your colleagues to grow old. ”

The voice is low and powerful, and the woman's lovesickness appeals to the words, which is quite touching.

"This guy! It's changing so fast!" Zhang Xiaosheng saw that Bei Mingyi was no longer lost, and he had regained his former demeanor, and he couldn't help but be very happy in his heart, in the past few days, Zhang Xiaosheng has regarded Bei Mingyi as a real friend, worrying about what friends are worried about, what friends like, shouldn't friends be related to each other!

"Yes, yes, the poetry of both of them is very good!" the general nodded in praise.

Bei Mingyi bowed to everyone and returned to his seat, and then there was only the calf left. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, Zhang Xiaosheng was in a hurry, and looked back at the calf, this kid was actually out of his mind!

"Hey, it's your turn, it's your turn!" Zhang Xiaosheng reminded gently.

"Ahh

"That, that, my name is Niu Yuanyuan, I have been following the master since I was a child, and I have no other talents and unique skills, here is a short sword that I built with my own hands, dedicated to Miss Wu, I hope Miss Wu likes it." With that, he quickly handed over the dagger and returned to his seat.

It is a very delicate short sword, about 30 centimeters long, and the hilt is carved with a coiled dragon pattern. The blade of the sword is very thin, shining with a cold light in the sun, the sharpness can be seen, and the sword is engraved with a poem "The red sky and terracotta are hard to break the heart of the earth, and the wind and dust are difficult to break." The general ordered someone to test the sharpness, urged the hair to break off, and sharpened the iron like mud, which belonged to the genus of peerless divine soldiers.

"What a peerless sword, it has the same memory at a young age, and Lingshi must be a famous master!" the general praised.

Maverick thanks, a little happy, someone can appreciate their works is still very happy, but he is a little too shy, although he keeps reminding himself to be generous, but, but ......

Zhang Xiaosheng noticed that at the end of the hilt of the sword, there was a "wild bull running wild" The logo, and in their own soul chasing fan found on the logo is exactly the same, their own fan was bought in the hands of an old man in the bazaar, and later after a blacksmith's reprocessing, the shape has changed a lot, and even there are many more peculiar patterns on it, but this sign has not changed, originally Zhang Xiaosheng did not pay much attention, this may be out of respect for the original maker, so it was retained, but today I saw this sign, the calf is the blacksmith's apprentice, is this actually the blacksmith's logo。 Zhang Xiaosheng was puzzled and decided to find an opportunity to ask the calf.

Bei Mingyi looked at the short sword, and this strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he had noticed something......

After the game, the players returned to their original courtyard, waiting for news, and General Wu also got up and left, it seemed that they should consider the result of the game.

In the darkness, a series of footsteps hurriedly remembered that Wu Tianfeng had once again come to the stone room.

"Tianfeng, what's going on outside?"

"Everything is going well, and after observation, I have basically been sure, except for a few people, most of them have a high probability of activating the thing. But should they all be let in?" said this, Wu Tianfeng was a little uncertain.

"Let's go, this is more probable, not to mention that the tomb is full of dangers, it is normal for a few people to die, in case of an accident, there are not enough people, or there is an accident, we can't afford to wait any longer!"

For a few of them, Wang Dakui, Niu Yuanyuan, and Bei Junyi's origins have not been found out so far, Wu Tianfeng is still a little worried about what will happen, and in addition, Zhang Chenbing and Wu Tianfeng are a little unbearable, in case of an accident, he is not good at explaining to that person.

However, Wu Tianfeng was worried in his heart, but he didn't say it, he knew that the adults would definitely not agree. This time the stakes are very high, and there is only one chance, but the adults have been preparing for a long time, and they have definitely not let go of the possibility of a chance! I secretly reminded myself that I must pay more attention to a few people.

The person in the darkness seemed to notice Wu Tianfeng's loss, and said softly: "Tianfeng, I'm sorry for you, you also know the current situation, and I have no choice but to do this!"

The person in the darkness knew that Wu Tianfeng was uncomfortable in his heart, so he diverted the topic and asked about other ......