The elephant is very big, big everywhere, only the eyes are smaller than Qingyun's. Qingyun stood in front of the elephant, like a gazelle standing in front of a bison, staring at its two big eyes that were disproportionate to its face, looking three points cute and seven points stupid. Qingyun had never seen an elephant, and observing the largest wild animal on the land up close, Qingyun only felt depressed and humble in his heart. The elephant is calm, immobile as a mountain, and its eyes are full of wisdom, this is a well-informed old elephant, its gray and wrinkled skin is like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and Qingyun can feel the rough and tough texture.

A horse poses no threat to an elephant, no matter what kind of horse it is, the old elephant is of course very calm. Who is holding his head high all day long, thinking that he is the pride of the sky, the only magic in the world? That's just a joke, ridiculous, pitiful and shameful, don't say that the king of horses, the king of beasts, the black tiger, just stand silently on this behemoth, Qingyun is also shameless to face. A mountain is higher than a mountain, and the strong are more powerful, Qingfeng once said such a thing, and Qingyun has never taken it to heart.

Perhaps, Qingyun needs a partner, a partner who can fight side by side with Qingyun.

Not rouge, of course.

The cannon rumbled and rang out all day, just like Rouge's mood at this time, annoyed to death! Anyway, in the past few days, that Leng Touqing has always ignored Rouge, and he is unkind, is he already disgusted? Just say that he is bleeding, that he is injured, Rouge is not the same frightened, and he is sick all day like a sick Shih Tzu? This is the mud can't support the wall, when Rouge needs warmth and love the most, Qingyun's performance makes Rouge extremely disappointed, and Rouge has already decided. Break up with him!

Don't give him a chance!

Don't listen to any explanation from him!

Cry bitterly, regret not going in the first place, kneel on the ground, plead bitterly, rouge, and will not return to your heart. Back to heart. Back to ......

Dead horse!

The dead horse came back, and he looked half-dead again, like a half-dead man.

After a glance, his eyes were sad, full of rain, snow, wind and frost.

Rouge immediately cried, and Rouge was frightened again, it was clearly a prodigal son who turned back: "Oh, the law-"

A flower withers and a flower blooms, and career and love are not wrong. This is Qingyun!

A carmine was slanted at the corner of its mouth, the cannon rumbled, and the horse roared to the wind: "Puff!"

It turns out that Qingyun's ability to pick up girls is even higher than that of Taoist priests.

On that day, the Xiliang army wounded more than 1,000 people, killed more than 100 people, and the Hongyi artillery destroyed five guns for the general's artillery, five of them were scrapped by exploding, and nearly half of the 24 artillery pieces were broken. Only fourteen remain. And none of the Longjing army was destroyed and no one was killed. This is not a war report written by Sanhua Gonggong, this time Sanhua Gonggong wrote that the dragon and phoenix are auspicious beasts in the world, and the generals and tigers will surrender to all kinds of sincerity, and the great eunuchs of Sanhua have always reported good news and not bad news, and they have made a prison army of their own family prosperous, unparalleled in the world!

But the city was about to be broken.

It is said that the ammunition is exhausted, and all the 3,000 flowering bullets are exhausted, and there is not a single one left. Therefore, at this time, the eight generals' cannons were useless, so the Hongyi artillery was powerful, and the Xiliang army ran out of stones and iron bullets, and still attacked endlessly day and night. The Longjing soldiers in the city also seemed to accept their fate, packed their armor, packed their bags, prepared a few war horses, brought the only remaining surplus grain, and waited for the city to fight with them or escape with them, Liangzhou City has been reduced to an outcast.

The shell of the tortoise, in the shell is a snake, which is useless and cannot be discarded.

The city can be built, it can be broken, the surplus grain can be seen, and the magic is wonderful.

The surplus food in the city was only enough for Longjing's men and horses for a few days, and if there was no artillery attack at this time, he would have to starve to death under the siege.

Since the living Buddha is an uncertain prophet, why did he come this time?

There is not only one living Buddha who can predict the prophet, the eldest father, who is also the god in the minds of the Longjing soldiers.

Don't fall into the stars.

The jade muscle ice is the bone, and the autumn water is a god,

The shadow is not dancing, and the silent language is more true.

Singing the bright moon through the ages, who asks the lone star?

It's better to send cloud clothes, but you are wearing one.

The moon is half bent, people are lonely and cold, who looks up at the lone star in the sky, and misses the fairy in the dream to feel sad and unfinished.

Of course, Daoist Fang.

In essence, General Fang is still a Daoist Fang, he has always been unambitious, likes to be sentimental, and the beloved girl, listening to Mo Shang picking mulberry fences, planting two acres of land, and raising a cow is enough. But there is no mulberry fence here, there is only a funeral here, and even the sound of the cannon is so incompatible with the situation at this time, this black miasma, don't say that the fairy Lin Dai in the Jinyu Palace thousands of miles away is the Chang'e girl in the Guanghan Palace thousands of miles away, and she will not go down to earth.

That is to say, the moon is obscured by clouds, so Daoist Fang can only look at the stars.

If you don't have more than a month, can the beauty be okay?

The stars are speechless, the moon is crying secretly, negative hearts, negative people, vain morning and twilight!

Repent!

Daoist Fang was repenting, Daoist Fang felt that he was guilty, the actual situation was that since Fang Lang and Dai'er separated, especially after entering Liangzhou City, Daoist Fang basically did not think of Fairy Lin. And Fairy Lin is thinking about Daoist Fang all day and night, every minute and every second, at least Daoist Fang thinks so. And the most hateful, outrageous, Daoist Fang actually forgot the appearance of Fairy Lin, and no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of it, and the most hateful and shameful thing that made people and gods angry was that he actually gave away the engagement token given to him by Fairy Lin, and it was given to his wife Peony, the wife of the Wuzen brother.

This is not Fang Lang, this is a cowherd, he should be killed and eat meat!

Of course, the heart-wrenched mandarin duck was snatched by the peony girl from the hands of the three flower fathers, and this can be proved by the monk Wuzen, yes! Peony said to Wuchan like this: Fang Bad Shui Er didn't do a good thing, do you see it? This is the evidence of the crime! Wu Chan will not understand, and Wu Chan does not need to understand, at this time Wu Chan and Huba are having a great time, and the two of them are playing a game of brotherhood. Things gather by like, people by groups, compared to Brother Fang Yin, who is too smart, or the simple and honest Huba brother, it makes Wuzen feel closer, and this is the case. Huba Cilen gave his elephant to Wuchan, and Wuchan transferred the golden hoop stick given to him by Brother Fang Yin to Huba Cilen, and the two fell in love and were generally infinitely happy.

Sister Peony is putting on makeup, and Grandpa Sanhua is removing makeup.

Master Kong was sleeping.

Suddenly the sound of artillery stopped, yes, the artillery also needed a break.

Brush away the pungent gunsmoke, take a breath of cold air, calm down, and think.

Go.

"Fang'er, Fang'er, it's cold at night. A fur coat, and for whom it was draped: "Go to sleep." ”

Snow fox fur, lambskin, as dazzling as snow, in this dark night: "Daddy, Daddy!" Gentle footsteps, faint body temperature, familiar and unfamiliar cordiality, will evoke kindness and love: "Fang'er, obedient." The white-eyed wolf is there, it is by no means Fang Yin, this is a weight that Fang Yin can't bear: "I can't do it! I can't help it!"

Let that blood flow, blending into the moonlight like water. (To be continued......)