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A col in the mountains, overgrown with grass and trees, and the col is nameless.

There is a creek. Meandering by, the name is Huaxi.

In the middle of autumn, the grass and trees are bleak, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese pass through the sky, looking at the river by the water alone, and the heart is lonely.

The grass by the stream is withered and yellow, the flowers on the old trees are also withered, and a few small wild chrysanthemums are gently trembling in the wind, gently trembling the soft flower stems, as if sighing slightly~~

Where the breeze is light, a few withered petals fall on the stream, and slowly flow away with the white and clear gurgling water~~

Lost in the eye, but in the blink of an eye.

The years are endless, like a stream, never ending.

And life is short, just like flowers falling in water, countless wonderful and ordinary stories, countless sad and joyful emotions, will eventually pass away with the wind and turn into clouds.

Lost at least, once owned.

One by one, densely packed with large and small stones, quietly lurking at the bottom of the water, like one after another, countless memories. It's a memory, it's a memory, but fortunately, there are such and such memories, and the chat serves as a consolation for the passing time. The endless erosion of the stream, the baptism of the years of wind and frost, has already smoothed the sharp edges and corners of the stones, the stones are calm and quiet, not like naughty aquatic plants and smart fish. The fish is smart, the stones are smooth, and a soft face is reflected in the water, with long black hair~~

At that moment, the loss of consciousness was only in an instant, and it seemed to be eternal.

Water and fire, blood and tears, a smile like a flower and a bright butcher's knife, who is that?

Love and hate, life and death, lonely murmurs and hissing roars, who is that?

It was a back, standing up to the sky.

That's a dream!

It's a dream, a daydream, Mo Xuan often dreams of him, dreaming of that majestic and upright back, not necessarily the face, it is enough to see the rebellious: "Idiot!"

The fish were scattered, and the stream was still clear: "Hee~~"

Only a little more, reflecting a delicate, smiling face, and the willow-like swaying posture: "Ha!"

Mo smiled in a false manner, his eyes as clear as water: "How much." ”

How much, but I can clearly see that a touch of fleeting loneliness and loneliness, the meaning of vicissitudes: "How much!

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't have time to say, "How much, how much, don't you, run around, be careful to cut the stones, inside, little feet!"

Here it comes.

frowned a little, turned around and said: "Go, go, you are everywhere, you are a fart, you are not annoying!"

"Don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed, it's so angry, it's amazing!"

Everyone, all of them have been deceived.

This person is the hero.

But seeing this person, the brocade clothes and jade clothes are fluttering, and the folding fan is shaking gently, what a good son~~

It's gratifying that this person, with a round head, a fat brain, small eyes, a waist like a water tank, a silver basin, a clever mouth, saliva like a waterfall, sweat like oil!

The key is that this person is not tall, the prime minister has a belly, and he is a pregnant woman waiting to give birth: "Ahem!"

This person is the son of the shopkeeper Zhu of the Half-Immortal Inn, his name is Zhu Fugui, and he is known as Zhu Dashao, and he is called a fart worm somehow: "Inside, I, now announce one thing......

How annoyed: "Get out!"

In this way, how much I hate Zhu Dashao, how much Zhu Dashao likes it: "Roast suckling pig, how is it?"

And Zhu Dashao didn't realize it: "How is it?

"I'm in for a treat!"

"Mo Xu?"

Zhu Dashao is Mo Xu's good friend: "Good!"

Mo was silent, only laughing, Zhu Dashao said to himself: "Very good, very good, this matter has been decided like this, yes!!"

Zhu Dashao, ah Zhu Dashao: "Beautiful!"

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past?" A man in white shook his head and chanted loudly, smiling and staring: "Wonderful, wonderful!"

After that, followed by the seven or eight sons and three or five young women, they coaxed like the stars: "Wonderful, wonderful!"

This person is named Lu Yingde, the son of Lord Lu of Mingzhou.

Lu Gongzi is twenty-five or sixteen, his eyebrows and eyes are also Zhou Zheng, not fat, not thin, not tall, not short, can be said to be a talent: "Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, when this beautiful scenery is good, Brother Zhu can do good things?"

Finished.

The rival in love is coming.

Zhu Dashao's first reaction at that time was to vomit, but he didn't vomit, only said: "Hmph~~"

"The eye is the messenger of the heart, and the eye thief rots the stomach. How many sneered, spoke and left: "Mo Xu, let's go!"

"Okay!" Zhu Da Shaoxin said: "Beautiful!"

I have to say, this, is the toad wants to eat swan meat, Lu Yingde is the toad, and Zhu Dashao is the flower messenger: "Go!"

No, all, Lu Gongzi stepped forward: "The gentleman is frank, the villain is often a relative, my heart is like a bright moon, but the flowers are intentional-"

To put it simply, it's Lu Gongzi, how much is he chasing-

Zhang Gongzi smiled: "Girl, this is wrong!"

Wang Gongzi sighed: "Brother Lu is only eight years old, and he has high morality, he is a humble gentleman, the girl is joking." ”

Li Gongzi smiled and sighed: "The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, it's a pity!"

......

......

In the end, what happened, only Zhu Dashao really knew what happened, those two, the thief's slippery eyes, green, basically stuck to how many bodies, and they focused on the vital parts, which was very shameless. At that time, Zhu Dashao was very angry, and he couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to do the right thing for heaven. But Zhu Dashao still kept silent very wisely, because he was Lu Yingde, and his father was Lu Mingming, who belonged to the second generation of officials. Although it is said that Zhu Dashao is also a rich second generation, but the people do not fight with the officials, Zhu Dashao deeply understands this truth-

In this world, there are always traitors who rule the way and harm the honest people.

Lu Yingde, as well as his brother Lu Yingsong, and his father Lu Mingming, all three of them have to die.

Bad things are done, evil is full of evil, Zhu Dashao will finally do the right thing for heaven, but not now, but at night.

Tonight, Major General Zhu Da masked himself, entered the Mingzhou Mansion with a knife, and personally cut off the heads of the three of them one by one.

That's what it looks like, said responsibly.

In other words, Zhu Dashao has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, since the general died of old age.

But some people still remember that back then, one person and one dog, crisscrossing famous states, doing chivalry everywhere, and wandering around the streets.

That's the glorious years, the real style.

And the general's death made Zhu Dashao disheartened and devastated, and he was depressed and silent for a period of time, several years.

In the past few years, there have been many demons in Mingzhou, villains are in charge, and treachery is rampant.

It's time!

The hero's bones, the chivalrous blood, that is the innate mission and glory, Zhu Dashao can't be allowed to continue to be silent and keep a low profile-

Kill!

No forgiveness!

Well, Zhu Dashao has already made a decision, Lu Yingde is dead, and he still doesn't know it: "Brother Mo, how many girls, it's almost noon, why don't you move to Shilixiang Street, and talk about ......joy in the drunken fairy building."

"Go to my house!" Zhu Dashao finally couldn't help it: "Half Immortal Inn!"