Chapter 58
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On the top of the moon, the birds of the forest return home.
In the northwest of summer, when there are no clouds, the stars in the sky are particularly bright, like a milky way hanging on the nine days. It is said that the Milky way in the sky is the dream of the road, and every bright light spot keeps the story of the human world.
"If one's life will be preserved in the sky, where is my star?"
Zhao Yu is sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the vast starry sky overhead. He is silent. Now this courtyard is named Kucha yuan by Zhao Yu to commemorate the bitter tea that is about to run out.
Under the starry sky, Jiansheng girl is dancing sword!
What she pinched in her hand was just an ordinary branch, and her movements were not fast, but she was startled by the twigs and twists! The branches in her hands are covered with gray sword spirit, which makes the air in the small yard full of determination. Gradually, the girl seems to be a dancing sword. She is the sword, and the sword is her!
With the dance of the sword, the girl's edge is more restrained and shrinking!
Ever since she caught a sword in the lake of Tibetan sword, her control over her sharp Qi has gone up to a higher level. On weekdays, she hides her sharp edge in her body, which makes her practice one step away from the transformation of emptiness into reality.
Zhao Yu looks down at the girl dancing the sword. He really doesn't know much about the sword, but he can feel that every move of the girl follows a rule between heaven and earth.
He could clearly "see" the rule, so he picked up a small stone from the ground and waved it to the extension of the rule. The stone was not fast, but it magically passed through the dancing shadows of mountains and mountains. The sharp sword spirit suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword.
The figure of Jiansheng girl's sword dancing stopped because the branch in his hand hit a small stone, and the ordinary stone was instantly torn into powder by the sword.
"Have you learned this TAIA dance?" Jiansheng asked in some doubt.
Zhao Yu shook his head, indicating that he was not clear.
"I think so. This tai'a dance is specially arranged by the master according to my Taoist soul. You can't possibly know. If you can see through my dance, you really know the sword. Now I understand why the sword chose you."
Zhao Yu's face suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing. With the blood of Tao, he felt and understood the rules of heaven and earth as a saint, and it was not uncommon to see through the girl's tai'a dance. Therefore, for the top masters in the world, he now exudes extremely attractive and mellow fruits. The meat of Tang monk in the journey to the West in the past life can be holy as long as you pick it and eat it Period!
There is only one land God and fairyland saint known to all in China! The temptation of becoming a saint to a monk can hardly be described in words.
The girl who stopped dancing sword looked at Zhao Yu with a trace of adoration in her eyes. No wonder the master always said that there is heaven and there are people outside. If you can't catch a sword, you can't go down the mountain at will. She didn't understand it before. Now Zhao Yu, a gun practitioner, can easily see through her sword dance, which makes her more awe of the world at the foot of the mountain.
The people at the foot of the mountain are like tigers!
In the new disciple's house of Taoism, the thin man lay tossing and turning on the bed. There was no fat man in the house. Since the teacher changed in the morning of these days, the fat man became a little abnormal and became more silent. Moreover, he often sat in front of the lamp at night in a daze, which made the thin man stay a little concerned.
What worries the thin is that the fat man has lost his sight since this afternoon. On weekdays, the fat man has no other friends except his practice class. They are inseparable every day. At this time, the night is deep and the fat man has no reason to stay outside.
Outside the window of the house, a bird from the edge of the house was waving its wings.
Because of its small size, it is extremely difficult to find out. Moreover, it can fly by the wind, and its speed is extremely fast. However, the cost of cultivating a flying pigeon is too high for ordinary people to afford. Therefore, it is often used by the powerful families of Xia Dynasty to transmit information.
The thin man took the news from the pigeon's feet, opened his eyes, and his face suddenly changed. This is what he asked his family to inquire about. Now he finally knows why the fat man is so abnormal these days.
Qiu Hengji, the son of the leader of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou, Daxia, was said to have been killed by the whole family for being suspected of assassinating His Royal Highness the royal highness of the emperor TAISUN.
Then the thin man walked back and forth in the cottage, thinking for a moment, as if thinking of something, and hurriedly approved a piece of clothes, rushed out of the door.
In the dead of night, Zhao Yu lights a lamp and makes a cup of tea for himself. Because the two maids are not around, he has to do some trivial things by himself, but he doesn't care. He has been here for more than ten years.
The only thing that worried him was that there was not much tea left by Rouge girl, and it was about to run out. But now he was completely used to making a cup of bitter tea every day. Only the rouge girl's tea would have this flavor, with a unique fragrance and intoxication.
Zhao Yu raised his cup, took a sip of tea and sighed.At the top of a mountain peak near the hospital of Zhao Yusuo, a figure appeared. The man was fat and round, and his belly was full of fat. His lips were tightly pursed under the starry sky. He looked down at a light spot at the foot of the mountain. His expression was complex. It was Zhao Yu's residence.
He was the young patriarch of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou. He lived up to his expectations and was gifted. He gradually established himself in the Taoist palace and became the leader of the new disciples. However, the bad news came one day, and the Bibo island on Lingbo lake became a ruin. More than 1300 people on the island seemed to have evaporated from the world and disappeared without knowing their life or death.
Now the enemy is below. He knows that his Tao soul is unique. Falling down will cause damage far beyond his accomplishments. Although he will surely die, if he jumps lightly, he will probably die with his enemy.
The fat man gazed at the faint light spot at the foot of the mountain for a long time. Then he closed his eyes and slowly raised his foot for three steps. He could already feel that the sole of his foot was half in the air. He took a deep breath. Now what he needed was to jump down. Maybe he could get revenge for his blood feud.
"If I were you, I would not have done such a stupid thing. You would have died yourself, but your highness would never have died."
A faint voice sounded from the edge, the voice was very cold, as if there was no emotion.
The fat man suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look. Under the starlight, a young general quietly leaned on a strange animal, with tiger head and horse body, back body and wings, and blood red eyes without any divine color.
Guan Zhengqing, you winged beast!
You wing army is the world's first-class scouts, Qiu Hengji did not know when Guan Zhengqing came to his side, but he knew that he would never have a chance to look at that Royal Highness from top to bottom in his life.
"Come on, just as I didn't see you, before I changed my mind."
The fat man at the top of the mountain didn't speak. After a long silence, he shook his head.
"Even if I die today, I will wave my sword at the enemy."
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On the top of the moon, the birds of the forest return home.
In the northwest of summer, when there are no clouds, the stars in the sky are particularly bright, like a milky way hanging on the nine days. It is said that the Milky way in the sky is the dream of the road, and every bright light spot keeps the story of the human world.
"If one's life will be preserved in the sky, where is my star?"
Zhao Yu is sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the vast starry sky overhead. He is silent. Now this courtyard is named Kucha yuan by Zhao Yu to commemorate the bitter tea that is about to run out.
Under the starry sky, Jiansheng girl is dancing sword!
What she pinched in her hand was just an ordinary branch, and her movements were not fast, but she was startled by the twigs and twists! The branches in her hands are covered with gray sword spirit, which makes the air in the small yard full of determination. Gradually, the girl seems to be a dancing sword. She is the sword, and the sword is her!
With the dance of the sword, the girl's edge is more restrained and shrinking!
Ever since she caught a sword in the lake of Tibetan sword, her control over her sharp Qi has gone up to a higher level. On weekdays, she hides her sharp edge in her body, which makes her practice one step away from the transformation of emptiness into reality.
Zhao Yu looks down at the girl dancing the sword. He really doesn't know much about the sword, but he can feel that every move of the girl follows a rule between heaven and earth.
He could clearly "see" the rule, so he picked up a small stone from the ground and waved it to the extension of the rule. The stone was not fast, but it magically passed through the dancing shadows of mountains and mountains. The sharp sword spirit suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword.
The figure of Jiansheng girl's sword dancing stopped because the branch in his hand hit a small stone, and the ordinary stone was instantly torn into powder by the sword.
"Have you learned this TAIA dance?" Jiansheng asked in some doubt.
Zhao Yu shook his head, indicating that he was not clear.
"I think so. This tai'a dance is specially arranged by the master according to my Taoist soul. You can't possibly know. If you can see through my dance, you really know the sword. Now I understand why the sword chose you."
Zhao Yu's face suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing. With the blood of Tao, he felt and understood the rules of heaven and earth as a saint, and it was not uncommon to see through the girl's tai'a dance. Therefore, for the top masters in the world, he now exudes extremely attractive and mellow fruits. The meat of Tang monk in the journey to the West in the past life can be holy as long as you pick it and eat it Period!
There is only one land God and fairyland saint known to all in China! The temptation of becoming a saint to a monk can hardly be described in words.
The girl who stopped dancing sword looked at Zhao Yu with a trace of adoration in her eyes. No wonder the master always said that there is heaven and there are people outside. If you can't catch a sword, you can't go down the mountain at will. She didn't understand it before. Now Zhao Yu, a gun practitioner, can easily see through her sword dance, which makes her more awe of the world at the foot of the mountain.
The people at the foot of the mountain are like tigers!
In the new disciple's house of Taoism, the thin man lay tossing and turning on the bed. There was no fat man in the house. Since the teacher changed in the morning of these days, the fat man became a little abnormal and became more silent. Moreover, he often sat in front of the lamp at night in a daze, which made the thin man stay a little concerned.
What worries the thin is that the fat man has lost his sight since this afternoon. On weekdays, the fat man has no other friends except his practice class. They are inseparable every day. At this time, the night is deep and the fat man has no reason to stay outside.
Outside the window of the house, a bird from the edge of the house was waving its wings.
Because of its small size, it is extremely difficult to find out. Moreover, it can fly by the wind, and its speed is extremely fast. However, the cost of cultivating a flying pigeon is too high for ordinary people to afford. Therefore, it is often used by the powerful families of Xia Dynasty to transmit information.
The thin man took the news from the pigeon's feet, opened his eyes, and his face suddenly changed. This is what he asked his family to inquire about. Now he finally knows why the fat man is so abnormal these days.
Qiu Hengji, the son of the leader of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou, Daxia, was said to have been killed by the whole family for being suspected of assassinating His Royal Highness the royal highness of the emperor TAISUN.
Then the thin man walked back and forth in the cottage, thinking for a moment, as if thinking of something, and hurriedly approved a piece of clothes, rushed out of the door.
In the dead of night, Zhao Yu lights a lamp and makes a cup of tea for himself. Because the two maids are not around, he has to do some trivial things by himself, but he doesn't care. He has been here for more than ten years.
The only thing that worried him was that there was not much tea left by Rouge girl, and it was about to run out. But now he was completely used to making a cup of bitter tea every day. Only the rouge girl's tea would have this flavor, with a unique fragrance and intoxication.
Zhao Yu raised his cup, took a sip of tea and sighed.At the top of a mountain peak near the hospital of Zhao Yusuo, a figure appeared. The man was fat and round, and his belly was full of fat. His lips were tightly pursed under the starry sky. He looked down at a light spot at the foot of the mountain. His expression was complex. It was Zhao Yu's residence.
He was the young patriarch of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou. He lived up to his expectations and was gifted. He gradually established himself in the Taoist palace and became the leader of the new disciples. However, the bad news came one day, and the Bibo island on Lingbo lake became a ruin. More than 1300 people on the island seemed to have evaporated from the world and disappeared without knowing their life or death.
Now the enemy is below. He knows that his Tao soul is unique. Falling down will cause damage far beyond his accomplishments. Although he will surely die, if he jumps lightly, he will probably die with his enemy.
The fat man gazed at the faint light spot at the foot of the mountain for a long time. Then he closed his eyes and slowly raised his foot for three steps. He could already feel that the sole of his foot was half in the air. He took a deep breath. Now what he needed was to jump down. Maybe he could get revenge for his blood feud.
"If I were you, I would not have done such a stupid thing. You would have died yourself, but your highness would never have died."
A faint voice sounded from the edge, the voice was very cold, as if there was no emotion.
The fat man suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look. Under the starlight, a young general quietly leaned on a strange animal, with tiger head and horse body, back body and wings, and blood red eyes without any divine color.
Guan Zhengqing, you winged beast!
You wing army is the world's first-class scouts, Qiu Hengji did not know when Guan Zhengqing came to his side, but he knew that he would never have a chance to look at that Royal Highness from top to bottom in his life.
"Come on, just as I didn't see you, before I changed my mind."
The fat man at the top of the mountain didn't speak. After a long silence, he shook his head.
"Even if I die today, I will wave my sword at the enemy."
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On the top of the moon, the birds of the forest return home. In the northwest of summer, when there are no clouds, the stars in the sky are particularly bright, like a milky way hanging on the nine days. It is said that the Milky way in the sky is the dream of the road, and every bright light spot keeps the story of the human world. "If one's life will be preserved in the sky, where is my star?" Zhao Yu is sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the vast starry sky overhead. He is silent. Now this courtyard is named Kucha yuan by Zhao Yu to commemorate the bitter tea that is about to run out. Under the starry sky, Jiansheng girl is dancing sword! What she pinched in her hand was just an ordinary branch, and her movements were not fast, but she was startled by the twigs and twists! The branches in her hands are covered with gray sword spirit, which makes the air in the small yard full of determination. Gradually, the girl seems to be a dancing sword. She is the sword, and the sword is her! With the dance of the sword, the girl's edge is more restrained and shrinking! Ever since she caught a sword in the lake of Tibetan sword, her control over her sharp Qi has gone up to a higher level. On weekdays, she hides her sharp edge in her body, which makes her practice one step away from the transformation of emptiness into reality. Zhao Yu looks down at the girl dancing the sword. He really doesn't know much about the sword, but he can feel that every move of the girl follows a rule between heaven and earth. He could clearly "see" the rule, so he picked up a small stone from the ground and waved it to the extension of the rule. The stone was not fast, but it magically passed through the dancing shadows of mountains and mountains. The sharp sword spirit suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword. The figure of Jiansheng girl's sword dancing stopped because the branch in his hand hit a small stone, and the ordinary stone was instantly torn into powder by the sword. "Have you learned this TAIA dance?" Jiansheng asked in some doubt. Zhao Yu shook his head, indicating that he was not clear. "I think so. This tai'a dance is specially arranged by the master according to my Taoist soul. You can't possibly know. If you can see through my dance, you really know the sword. Now I understand why the sword chose you." Zhao Yu's face suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing. With the blood of Tao, he felt and understood the rules of heaven and earth as a saint, and it was not uncommon to see through the girl's tai'a dance. Therefore, for the top masters in the world, he now exudes extremely attractive and mellow fruits. The meat of Tang monk in the journey to the West in the past life can be holy as long as you pick it and eat it Period! There is only one land God and fairyland saint known to all in China! The temptation of becoming a saint to a monk can hardly be described in words. The girl who stopped dancing sword looked at Zhao Yu with a trace of adoration in her eyes. No wonder the master always said that there is heaven and there are people outside. If you can't catch a sword, you can't go down the mountain at will. She didn't understand it before. Now Zhao Yu, a gun practitioner, can easily see through her sword dance, which makes her more awe of the world at the foot of the mountain. The people at the foot of the mountain are like tigers! In the new disciple's house of Taoism, the thin man lay tossing and turning on the bed. There was no fat man in the house. Since the teacher changed in the morning of these days, the fat man became a little abnormal and became more silent. Moreover, he often sat in front of the lamp at night in a daze, which made the thin man stay a little concerned. What worries the thin is that the fat man has lost his sight since this afternoon. On weekdays, the fat man has no other friends except his practice class. They are inseparable every day. At this time, the night is deep and the fat man has no reason to stay outside. Outside the window of the house, a bird from the edge of the house was waving its wings. Because of its small size, it is extremely difficult to find out. Moreover, it can fly by the wind, and its speed is extremely fast. However, the cost of cultivating a flying pigeon is too high for ordinary people to afford. Therefore, it is often used by the powerful families of Xia Dynasty to transmit information. The thin man took the news from the pigeon's feet, opened his eyes, and his face suddenly changed. This is what he asked his family to inquire about. Now he finally knows why the fat man is so abnormal these days. Qiu Hengji, the son of the leader of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou, Daxia, was said to have been killed by the whole family for being suspected of assassinating His Royal Highness the royal highness of the emperor TAISUN. Then the thin man walked back and forth in the cottage, thinking for a moment, as if thinking of something, and hurriedly approved a piece of clothes, rushed out of the door. In the dead of night, Zhao Yu lights a lamp and makes a cup of tea for himself. Because the two maids are not around, he has to do some trivial things by himself, but he doesn't care. He has been here for more than ten years. The only thing that worried him was that there was not much tea left by Rouge girl, and it was about to run out. But now he was completely used to making a cup of bitter tea every day. Only the rouge girl's tea would have this flavor, with a unique fragrance and intoxication. Zhao Yu raised his cup, took a sip of tea and sighed.At the top of a mountain peak near the hospital of Zhao Yusuo, a figure appeared. The man was fat and round, and his belly was full of fat. His lips were tightly pursed under the starry sky. He looked down at a light spot at the foot of the mountain. His expression was complex. It was Zhao Yu's residence. He was the young patriarch of the Bibo sect in Chuzhou. He lived up to his expectations and was gifted. He gradually established himself in the Taoist palace and became the leader of the new disciples. However, the bad news came one day, and the Bibo island on Lingbo lake became a ruin. More than 1300 people on the island seemed to have evaporated from the world and disappeared without knowing their life or death. Now the enemy is below. He knows that his Tao soul is unique. Falling down will cause damage far beyond his accomplishments. Although he will surely die, if he jumps lightly, he will probably die with his enemy. The fat man gazed at the faint light spot at the foot of the mountain for a long time. Then he closed his eyes and slowly raised his foot for three steps. He could already feel that the sole of his foot was half in the air. He took a deep breath. Now what he needed was to jump down. Maybe he could get revenge for his blood feud. "If I were you, I would not have done such a stupid thing. You would have died yourself, but your highness would never have died." A faint voice sounded from the edge, the voice was very cold, as if there was no emotion. The fat man suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look. Under the starlight, a young general quietly leaned on a strange animal, with tiger head and horse body, back body and wings, and blood red eyes without any divine color. Guan Zhengqing, you winged beast! You wing army is the world's first-class scouts, Qiu Hengji did not know when Guan Zhengqing came to his side, but he knew that he would never have a chance to look at that Royal Highness from top to bottom in his life. "Come on, just as I didn't see you, before I changed my mind." The fat man at the top of the mountain didn't speak. After a long silence, he shook his head. "Even if I die today, I will wave my sword at the enemy." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
