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"I will seek you to the next reincarnation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Stretching out his hand, a huge red lotus in the middle of the lotus pond in the distance rose from the ground, flew along the water surface to Chen Kumu's hands, he gently grasped the red lotus, and looked at the delicate pink petals tenderly, this lotus flower has matured, the petals are full and round, you can clearly see the cyan lotus seeds in the lotus canopy, Chen Kumu's hands shake, and the lotus petals have fallen, leaving only a lotus stem, and the black thorns on it are dense.

Start, slight pain,

"Sword name: A lotus in the eternal blue sky. ”

A lotus in the eternal blue sky, and a half moon on the earth for thousands of years!

A lotus turned into a sword, Chen Kumu seemed to pick up the long sword he lost in the capital a hundred years ago, and his eyes seemed to have experienced a reincarnation of the old place, vicissitudes, simple and clumsy, now he is no longer a Buddhist monk, nor is he a dead wood obsession with the magic shell, he is now just a hundred years ago Chen Kumu, a reader on the bluestone slab of the lotus pond in the twilight mountain.

He sighed softly and turned to go down the mountain.

Twilight Mountain is not high or dangerous, in the eyes of ordinary people are unremarkable, but in the eyes of the people who can be seen in the hope of the people is of extraordinary significance, here is known as the Zhongxing place of Beilai, but also the well-being of the king of Beilai Jiang loan, Yu Lindao once arranged here a shocking handiwork, some people say that the belly of the Dusk Mountain is engraved with runes and ancient seals, some people see the twilight mountain lotus pond in the morning light swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, the clouds are steaming, and even some people say that there is a dragon hidden in the twilight mountain lotus pond, once flew over the dragon gate after the rain.

None of this is known.

A hundred years ago, Xiejia Village was still there, but the village is even smaller, and now there are only a dozen scattered families left in the village, and they are all women, children and old people, because young people have gone out to make a living, or died in the war 20 years ago.

This small village has now appeared in decline, no longer as vigorous as a hundred years ago, and only a few middle-aged people are still squatting on crutches at the entrance of the village in the twilight, smoking a few puffs of home-grown cigarettes, and then looking at the vast world in the distance.

On the twilight mountain on this day, two men walked down, one held a lotus, his demeanor was elegant, and he seemed to have no quarrel with the world, and the other was rich and jade, and the eyes of Danfeng were more beautiful than women, and his right hand was pressed on the simple and clumsy long sword at his waist, and his thumb and belly were constantly rubbing, and both of them were like immortals.

The two walked along the winding path of the twilight mountain in the morning light and dew, and the twilight mountain behind them was beautiful and verdant, and in front of them, the small village was peaceful and quiet.

At the foot of the twilight mountain, there is a thatched hut, which has long been dilapidated, far away from the village, and in the early morning, this thatched hut even has a curling green smoke drifting away, and suddenly disappears in the wind.

Chen Kumu's figure flashed, and he came to the front of the thatched hut and pushed the door in.

Jiang Yangsheng then quickly caught up and entered the door with a sigh.

I saw that in the corner of the hut was a thin little girl, the little girl was in her early tens, her face was covered with dust, her hair was unkempt, at first glance she looked like a beggar, a pair of big watery eyes stared closely at the two strangers who had rushed into the door, her face was covered by greasy hair, at first glance she looked like a boy, in front of her there was a bonfire burning, in the red ashes, buried a few ripe sweet potatoes, at this time already half-ripe, exuding an attractive aroma.

Chen Kumu looked at the little girl in a daze, the expression in his eyes changed several times, his lips trembled, and he muttered: "Could it be that there is really reincarnation?"

Because, too much of a match.

This feeling made Chen Kumu feel that he had not experienced a hundred years of madness, and now it was the scene he first encountered a hundred years ago.

Whether there is reincarnation or not, Chen Kumu does not know, but he is sure that there will be fate.

The little girl crouched in the corner, looking timidly, choking on the smoke rising from the campfire in front of her.

Chen Kumu approached the little girl, squatted down, picked up a few roasted sweet potatoes from the bonfire, smiled, and handed them to the little girl, the little girl didn't seem to feel that he had no malice, so she took it, and after peeling it, she devoured it, Chen Kumu smiled, this was the first time he laughed in a hundred years, and it was also the first time he laughed since Xie Shuiyu walked out of the twilight mountain and entered the capital a hundred years ago, and there was sentimentality and a touch of satisfaction in the smile.

After the little girl devoured it, Chen Kumu gently wiped the charcoal ash from her mouth, but she saw that it was the little girl who looked at the green lotus stalk in his hand with a stunned look.

He smiled and handed Qinglian out, and the little girl took it, holding it in her arms and smiling, but she never spoke.

Jiang Yangsheng suddenly remembered the little porcelain doll that followed him in the rainy night, and he didn't know where he was now, whether there was someone to take care of him, whether he had found his family, and whether she still hated herself in her heart when she was jealous and hateful? Jiang Yangsheng was deeply impressed by the resentment that was so strong that she couldn't dissolve when she left.

Knowing that Jiang Yangsheng doesn't think he has done anything wrong now, it is not a bad thing to let a little girl who has not entered the WTO see the sinister hearts of people as soon as possible, maybe it will take ten or twenty years for that porcelain doll to understand these truths.

Chen Kumu touched her head, Jiang Yangsheng was shocked to find that a stream of pure luck was transmitted from Chen Kumu's hands to the little girl's body, if Daigo empowerment, Chen Kumu has been a Zen monk in Sumeru Temple for a hundred years, and the accumulated luck on his body is all transferred to this little girl's body at this moment, which is a big opportunity.

These general luck into the sea are added, even if it is impossible to create an emperor.

"Don't worry, I won't create an empress against the sky, and I don't want her to be an emperor. ”

Chen Kumu looked back at Jiang Yangsheng and said in a cold voice, the latter's eyes were full of horror at this time.

The little girl who was empowered by Mo Qiyun didn't seem to notice anything, but her eyes were a little confused, and she held the green lotus stalk tighter and tighter in her hand.

After a long time, the two figures walked out of the twilight mountain and stayed away from the Sumeru Temple.

A red coat, a white shirt, on the shoulders of the white shirt, sat a bright little girl, holding a green lotus stalk in her arms.

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When the two hundred and one red figures walked out of Jishui City one after another, the poor scholars in Jishui City ushered in an old Confucian student.

In the old Confucian riding an old horse, slowly and leisurely along the mighty Jishui River towards Jishui City, behind him, followed by a little sword boy with a heavy sword, is struggling to follow the old horse.

The old Confucian was interested, just looked up at the mountains and rivers along the Jishui River, most of these cliffs are densely engraved with a lot of poems and articles of the poor scholars, and he has always disliked these disease-free moans and complaints and complaints, after walking through a mountain cliff, the old man just snorted contemptuously, and did not stop at all.

The young man with the sword behind him seemed to have seen too much of the old gentleman's eyes and hands, but the corners of his mouth were pulled, as if he was smiling.

The two walked into Jishui City in the evening, and that evening, the 'Jishui School' composed of scholars from the Hanmen in Jishui City became agitated, because the Jishui School that had been leading for decades was finally going to be beheaded in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The 'Jishui School' was once said by many public opinion writers in the Great Zhou Dynasty to be a cold door of 'thick accumulation but not thin hair', and finally ushered in the first spring in the late autumn of this year.

The Jishui School, which was ridiculed as a high school without a person, had its first opportunity to be 'unprecedented'.

In the past 100 years, the Jishui School, who was frustrated in his official career, walked out of the official position and the highest one was only a four-grade civil official. It is even ridiculed as the meaning of the moment of 'Jishui Moonlit Night', that is, there will never be much sun, and there will be no hope.

When the old gentleman who was napping on horseback and the sword boy with the sword carried the sword walked into Jishui City, countless poor poor students stood at the head of the city to greet them, that day, the cheap duck head green wine in Jishui City was sold out, and the people who sold the wine even ran to the distant county town to get wine for more than ten miles, just to express their hearts.

I've been suffocating this breath for more than a hundred years.

The old gentleman hugged the thin horse's neck tightly, and there was a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, it's time to get into town. ”

The young man with the sword whispered to wake up the old gentleman on horseback, because at this moment they were blocked at the city gate, looking around, the city gate was densely covered with people, most of these people were over half a hundred years old, pale and white-haired, and they could vaguely see a lot of frustrated young people on the periphery, most of them were full of ambition and ragged clothes, led by a few trembling people who were being supported, they were all old, with sparse hair and wrinkles on their faces, but they were meticulous.

This old gentleman, who was particularly valued by the Jishui School, turned over from the horse, and then took out a hand towel to wipe his mouth and chewed, his eyes did not hurry around the week, the city gate was crowded, it can be said that there was a sea of people, it can be seen that the number of frustrated scholars in Jishui City, which was mixed with a few joyful and crying sounds.

"Mr. Xie Yuan, Jishui City has finally waited for you. ”

The old man who was supported by a middle-aged man said excitedly, and after he finished speaking, he coughed violently because of excitement, and his flushed face couldn't hide his excitement.

"It's a good Beilai, but there are many poor scholars. ”

The old man looked up into the distance, the sunset was slanting, the twilight was heavy, the old man's mouth was moving, he wanted to speak, maybe he wanted to chant poetry, but after all, he still closed his mouth, there were no words, probably what he wanted to say was that 'the sky will descend on the people, and the people must first suffer their minds, work their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin' and the like, thinking that this kind of words is very appropriate, the Jishui School has reached the point of lingering under the suppression of Beilai, and the backbone of the Jishui School has also been exhausted, and it will not last long.

The young man with the sword surprisingly didn't laugh at him.

Many of the humble scholars in the distance were also surprisingly silent.

"I also ask Mr. Xie Yuan to show the way for the Jishui School. ”

It's just a way to live, but Beilai is the life path of martial arts, but it is a dead end for pedantic students!

It's hard to find this way out!

On the streets of the cold Jishui City, the old man who was respectfully called Mr. Xie Yuan walked in front, and behind him was a group of scholars.

This day was called the 'Spring of Jishui' by later generations, and the Jishui River, which had been frozen all the time that winter, was surprisingly not frozen, and was called 'the river Qinghai Yan of the literary world' by some poor scholars.

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