Chapter 1708
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"Liu Si long, spring rain thin, fragrant mist thin, through the curtain, Wutong tree, three more rain, not to leave the bitter."
In the early morning of Shenjing City, the thin spring rain, like a curtain of pearls, poured into the whole world, like crying, like complaining, like admiring.
Then, on the long street of Baihu neighborhood in Shenjing City, covered by soft spring rain, a young man in white, holding a paper umbrella, walked out of the solemn Taihang palace, and then his high voice continued to spread:
"the golden finch hairpin, red flour, fragrant ears, wax into tears, a leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the bright."
The voice of the young master in white is very bright. You can tell that he is an optimistic and confident man. Therefore, this sad song in the rain in the early morning seems a little strange.
Next breath, the young man in white, holding a green umbrella, shaking his long sleeves, squinting at the small number of white tiger Square Street in front of him, continued to murmur:
"this spring breeze is really comfortable, spring is really the most comfortable season."
As soon as the words came to an end, inside the gate of Taihang palace behind the young man, there was another flash of the boundary surrounded by runes. Then, it slowly opened to both sides, and out came two groups of monks in the great robe of Si Tianjian.
These two groups of extraordinary monks had solemn faces, and their whole body momentum had been completely promoted to the peak. Their divine consciousness spread out and locked in all directions.
After the monks walked out of the gate of Taihang palace, they spread out directly in a moment. Every move of them was clean and neat, and they did not drag mud and water.
Next breath, the gate of Taihang palace, which is surrounded by the border, continues to flicker and beat. It is like the flow of the river. Several figures once again step out of it, led by the whole four black dragon guards in dragon armour and armed.
The four black dragon guards were in a two two formation and scattered around the two figures in the center.
They are the most beautiful women with the same golden red hair. They are nantianwang Xiliu, who has been imprisoned in Taihang palace for several years, and the maiden yuliu, who came from Dongji yushuhuofu.
The soft spring rain, accompanied by the breeze, swept gently on the face of nantianwang Changxi.
Then the top overhaul of taixuan came out of the border of Taihang palace. He stopped, raised his hands and opened them to embrace the whole sky in front of him. Then he took a deep breath, and the voice came out:
"it's a breath of freedom that I haven't seen for a long time."
Every living creature yearns for freedom, even in the south of the holy court. After the former's intoxicated voice falls, he lets more and more spring rain brush his face and continue to breathe heartily. His voice once again hovers around his ears:
"this is the first time that I have been imprisoned. I have to say, this is a very different experience."
Although Chang Xiliu's words are plain, they are full of the burning desire to burn everything. Even the spring rain, which originally fell on the former's pretty face, begins to evaporate in an instant, making a gentle sound.
Then, at the front of the whole escort team, Sima Annan, holding a paper umbrella, didn't look back, and his young voice went down:
"Chang Xiliu, don't be happy too early, because until this time, you are still a prisoner."
As the voice fell, Sima Annan continued to move forward, and his voice once again sounded from the spring breeze:
"but I am confident that our summer air will be much better than your so-called Yushu Huofu."
"That's true."
Chang Xiliu, the king of Southern heaven, took back his open hands and nodded. His face remained unchanged, and his voice continued:
"Yushu Huofu is adjacent to Fusang Shenmu. There is a strong hot smell in the air, which is very pungent. It's not like your summer. It's fresh, cold and suitable."
At the end of the speech, the southern King Changxi began to talk, and opened his mouth:
"but Mr. Sima, is there anyone to tell you that your singing is not flattering?"
"That's not true."
Sima Annan raised his hand, gently waved it, pointed forward, and the response came out:
"my singing is the most popular in summer recently, and my son just learned it in Taiping ruins yesterday. Although I don't have a deep foundation in taixuan, I also have my own characteristics. If you are interested in it, you can learn more about it."
This voice is accompanied by the sound of fingering. At the end of baihufang lane, a line of imperial city guards in silver armour is approaching quickly with a uniform pace.
Later, the leader of the guard came to Sima Annan to salute, and a strong voice came out:
"report to Mr. Sima, the underground puppet chariot for Taiping ruins has been cleared, and you can start at any time."
"Thank you, Captain Li. It's not too late. Let's lead the way."
"No!"
After the order came down, the Imperial Guard turned around and began to lead the way quickly.
At this time, it was early in the morning, and most of the people in the whole Shenjing city were still sleeping, so there were still not many people walking on the white tiger neighborhood.It is worth mentioning that under the will of Zhao Yu, Daxia Shenjing city took the lead in opening the underground puppet carts between Taiping ruins and the four lanes after, which directly shortened the travel time in the whole huge city by nearly 100 times.
In this new era of rapid change, the ability of Daxia people to accept new things has been greatly improved.
Therefore, in just a few days, the dragon of the underground puppet chariot, which is fast and effective, was directly loved by all the people in Shenjing City, and finally became an indispensable part of their daily life.
In the west of Shenjing City, the puppet car station of Baihu neighborhood, although it is still very early, there are still a large number of early risers waiting in line in front of the car underground.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
A clear bell suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and then the door of the car opened out slowly.
"Good morning, Lao Li. Why are you rushing to Taiping Dixu so early today? It's still raining."
After the door of the carriage was opened, the people in the west of Shenjing city began to fish in, and the sound of communication began to ring.
Then the old man, who was called Lao Li, took off his hat and patted the raindrops on his shoulder. He said, "I'm not idle. I'm going to Taiping ruins to listen to Mr. Yu's book."
After that, the old man leaned back to the seat behind him, and his voice continued:
"in fact, there used to be a very good storyteller in baihufang lane, but I don't know why he disappeared a few years ago. What a pity, what a pity!"
As soon as this remark came out, people around echoed and said:
"yes, if I remember correctly, the gentleman's surname is Yin, and I don't know where the storyteller is now?"
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"Liu Si long, spring rain thin, fragrant mist thin, through the curtain, Wutong tree, three more rain, not to leave the bitter."
In the early morning of Shenjing City, the thin spring rain, like a curtain of pearls, poured into the whole world, like crying, like complaining, like admiring.
Then, on the long street of Baihu neighborhood in Shenjing City, covered by soft spring rain, a young man in white, holding a paper umbrella, walked out of the solemn Taihang palace, and then his high voice continued to spread:
"the golden finch hairpin, red flour, fragrant ears, wax into tears, a leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the bright."
The voice of the young master in white is very bright. You can tell that he is an optimistic and confident man. Therefore, this sad song in the rain in the early morning seems a little strange.
Next breath, the young man in white, holding a green umbrella, shaking his long sleeves, squinting at the small number of white tiger Square Street in front of him, continued to murmur:
"this spring breeze is really comfortable, spring is really the most comfortable season."
As soon as the words came to an end, inside the gate of Taihang palace behind the young man, there was another flash of the boundary surrounded by runes. Then, it slowly opened to both sides, and out came two groups of monks in the great robe of Si Tianjian.
These two groups of extraordinary monks had solemn faces, and their whole body momentum had been completely promoted to the peak. Their divine consciousness spread out and locked in all directions.
After the monks walked out of the gate of Taihang palace, they spread out directly in a moment. Every move of them was clean and neat, and they did not drag mud and water.
Next breath, the gate of Taihang palace, which is surrounded by the border, continues to flicker and beat. It is like the flow of the river. Several figures once again step out of it, led by the whole four black dragon guards in dragon armour and armed.
The four black dragon guards were in a two two formation and scattered around the two figures in the center.
They are the most beautiful women with the same golden red hair. They are nantianwang Xiliu, who has been imprisoned in Taihang palace for several years, and the maiden yuliu, who came from Dongji yushuhuofu.
The soft spring rain, accompanied by the breeze, swept gently on the face of nantianwang Changxi.
Then the top overhaul of taixuan came out of the border of Taihang palace. He stopped, raised his hands and opened them to embrace the whole sky in front of him. Then he took a deep breath, and the voice came out:
"it's a breath of freedom that I haven't seen for a long time."
Every living creature yearns for freedom, even in the south of the holy court. After the former's intoxicated voice falls, he lets more and more spring rain brush his face and continue to breathe heartily. His voice once again hovers around his ears:
"this is the first time that I have been imprisoned. I have to say, this is a very different experience."
Although Chang Xiliu's words are plain, they are full of the burning desire to burn everything. Even the spring rain, which originally fell on the former's pretty face, begins to evaporate in an instant, making a gentle sound.
Then, at the front of the whole escort team, Sima Annan, holding a paper umbrella, didn't look back, and his young voice went down:
"Chang Xiliu, don't be happy too early, because until this time, you are still a prisoner."
As the voice fell, Sima Annan continued to move forward, and his voice once again sounded from the spring breeze:
"but I am confident that our summer air will be much better than your so-called Yushu Huofu."
"That's true."
Chang Xiliu, the king of Southern heaven, took back his open hands and nodded. His face remained unchanged, and his voice continued:
"Yushu Huofu is adjacent to Fusang Shenmu. There is a strong hot smell in the air, which is very pungent. It's not like your summer. It's fresh, cold and suitable."
At the end of the speech, the southern King Changxi began to talk, and opened his mouth:
"but Mr. Sima, is there anyone to tell you that your singing is not flattering?"
"That's not true."
Sima Annan raised his hand, gently waved it, pointed forward, and the response came out:
"my singing is the most popular in summer recently, and my son just learned it in Taiping ruins yesterday. Although I don't have a deep foundation in taixuan, I also have my own characteristics. If you are interested in it, you can learn more about it."
This voice is accompanied by the sound of fingering. At the end of baihufang lane, a line of imperial city guards in silver armour is approaching quickly with a uniform pace.
Later, the leader of the guard came to Sima Annan to salute, and a strong voice came out:
"report to Mr. Sima, the underground puppet chariot for Taiping ruins has been cleared, and you can start at any time."
"Thank you, Captain Li. It's not too late. Let's lead the way."
"No!"
After the order came down, the Imperial Guard turned around and began to lead the way quickly.
At this time, it was early in the morning, and most of the people in the whole Shenjing city were still sleeping, so there were still not many people walking on the white tiger neighborhood.It is worth mentioning that under the will of Zhao Yu, Daxia Shenjing city took the lead in opening the underground puppet carts between Taiping ruins and the four lanes after, which directly shortened the travel time in the whole huge city by nearly 100 times.
In this new era of rapid change, the ability of Daxia people to accept new things has been greatly improved.
Therefore, in just a few days, the dragon of the underground puppet chariot, which is fast and effective, was directly loved by all the people in Shenjing City, and finally became an indispensable part of their daily life.
In the west of Shenjing City, the puppet car station of Baihu neighborhood, although it is still very early, there are still a large number of early risers waiting in line in front of the car underground.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
A clear bell suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and then the door of the car opened out slowly.
"Good morning, Lao Li. Why are you rushing to Taiping Dixu so early today? It's still raining."
After the door of the carriage was opened, the people in the west of Shenjing city began to fish in, and the sound of communication began to ring.
Then the old man, who was called Lao Li, took off his hat and patted the raindrops on his shoulder. He said, "I'm not idle. I'm going to Taiping ruins to listen to Mr. Yu's book."
After that, the old man leaned back to the seat behind him, and his voice continued:
"in fact, there used to be a very good storyteller in baihufang lane, but I don't know why he disappeared a few years ago. What a pity, what a pity!"
As soon as this remark came out, people around echoed and said:
"yes, if I remember correctly, the gentleman's surname is Yin, and I don't know where the storyteller is now?"
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"Liu Si long, spring rain thin, fragrant mist thin, through the curtain, Wutong tree, three more rain, not to leave the bitter." In the early morning of Shenjing City, the thin spring rain, like a curtain of pearls, poured into the whole world, like crying, like complaining, like admiring. Then, on the long street of Baihu neighborhood in Shenjing City, covered by soft spring rain, a young man in white, holding a paper umbrella, walked out of the solemn Taihang palace, and then his high voice continued to spread: "the golden finch hairpin, red flour, fragrant ears, wax into tears, a leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the bright." The voice of the young master in white is very bright. You can tell that he is an optimistic and confident man. Therefore, this sad song in the rain in the early morning seems a little strange. Next breath, the young man in white, holding a green umbrella, shaking his long sleeves, squinting at the small number of white tiger Square Street in front of him, continued to murmur: "this spring breeze is really comfortable, spring is really the most comfortable season." As soon as the words came to an end, inside the gate of Taihang palace behind the young man, there was another flash of the boundary surrounded by runes. Then, it slowly opened to both sides, and out came two groups of monks in the great robe of Si Tianjian. These two groups of extraordinary monks had solemn faces, and their whole body momentum had been completely promoted to the peak. Their divine consciousness spread out and locked in all directions. After the monks walked out of the gate of Taihang palace, they spread out directly in a moment. Every move of them was clean and neat, and they did not drag mud and water. Next breath, the gate of Taihang palace, which is surrounded by the border, continues to flicker and beat. It is like the flow of the river. Several figures once again step out of it, led by the whole four black dragon guards in dragon armour and armed. The four black dragon guards were in a two two formation and scattered around the two figures in the center. They are the most beautiful women with the same golden red hair. They are nantianwang Xiliu, who has been imprisoned in Taihang palace for several years, and the maiden yuliu, who came from Dongji yushuhuofu. The soft spring rain, accompanied by the breeze, swept gently on the face of nantianwang Changxi. Then the top overhaul of taixuan came out of the border of Taihang palace. He stopped, raised his hands and opened them to embrace the whole sky in front of him. Then he took a deep breath, and the voice came out: "it's a breath of freedom that I haven't seen for a long time." Every living creature yearns for freedom, even in the south of the holy court. After the former's intoxicated voice falls, he lets more and more spring rain brush his face and continue to breathe heartily. His voice once again hovers around his ears: "this is the first time that I have been imprisoned. I have to say, this is a very different experience." Although Chang Xiliu's words are plain, they are full of the burning desire to burn everything. Even the spring rain, which originally fell on the former's pretty face, begins to evaporate in an instant, making a gentle sound. Then, at the front of the whole escort team, Sima Annan, holding a paper umbrella, didn't look back, and his young voice went down: "Chang Xiliu, don't be happy too early, because until this time, you are still a prisoner." As the voice fell, Sima Annan continued to move forward, and his voice once again sounded from the spring breeze: "but I am confident that our summer air will be much better than your so-called Yushu Huofu." "That's true." Chang Xiliu, the king of Southern heaven, took back his open hands and nodded. His face remained unchanged, and his voice continued: "Yushu Huofu is adjacent to Fusang Shenmu. There is a strong hot smell in the air, which is very pungent. It's not like your summer. It's fresh, cold and suitable." At the end of the speech, the southern King Changxi began to talk, and opened his mouth: "but Mr. Sima, is there anyone to tell you that your singing is not flattering?" "That's not true." Sima Annan raised his hand, gently waved it, pointed forward, and the response came out: "my singing is the most popular in summer recently, and my son just learned it in Taiping ruins yesterday. Although I don't have a deep foundation in taixuan, I also have my own characteristics. If you are interested in it, you can learn more about it." This voice is accompanied by the sound of fingering. At the end of baihufang lane, a line of imperial city guards in silver armour is approaching quickly with a uniform pace. Later, the leader of the guard came to Sima Annan to salute, and a strong voice came out: "report to Mr. Sima, the underground puppet chariot for Taiping ruins has been cleared, and you can start at any time." "Thank you, Captain Li. It's not too late. Let's lead the way." "No!" After the order came down, the Imperial Guard turned around and began to lead the way quickly. At this time, it was early in the morning, and most of the people in the whole Shenjing city were still sleeping, so there were still not many people walking on the white tiger neighborhood.It is worth mentioning that under the will of Zhao Yu, Daxia Shenjing city took the lead in opening the underground puppet carts between Taiping ruins and the four lanes after, which directly shortened the travel time in the whole huge city by nearly 100 times. In this new era of rapid change, the ability of Daxia people to accept new things has been greatly improved. Therefore, in just a few days, the dragon of the underground puppet chariot, which is fast and effective, was directly loved by all the people in Shenjing City, and finally became an indispensable part of their daily life. In the west of Shenjing City, the puppet car station of Baihu neighborhood, although it is still very early, there are still a large number of early risers waiting in line in front of the car underground. "Ding Ding Ding!" A clear bell suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and then the door of the car opened out slowly. "Good morning, Lao Li. Why are you rushing to Taiping Dixu so early today? It's still raining." After the door of the carriage was opened, the people in the west of Shenjing city began to fish in, and the sound of communication began to ring. Then the old man, who was called Lao Li, took off his hat and patted the raindrops on his shoulder. He said, "I'm not idle. I'm going to Taiping ruins to listen to Mr. Yu's book." After that, the old man leaned back to the seat behind him, and his voice continued: "in fact, there used to be a very good storyteller in baihufang lane, but I don't know why he disappeared a few years ago. What a pity, what a pity!" As soon as this remark came out, people around echoed and said: "yes, if I remember correctly, the gentleman's surname is Yin, and I don't know where the storyteller is now?" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
