Chapter 623
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Aozhou, the God of Tonghai.
The young emperor, who was composed of milky white national fortune, stood in front of the stele with his hands in his hand, and quietly watched a man named Li, whose name was Jisheng.
The surname Li is the major family name of the Daxia people. It is distributed in all 36 prefectures. Even in the most remote Prefecture, there is a village surname Li. However, although the surname Li is huge, it is not among the 14 surnames of Ying. Therefore, during the period before the Ying family, its clan status was not high, and it did not form a strong clan force. In other words, it was a family name with more poor people and less high nobility.
But in front of Zhao Yu, the strokes, the work and the name of Zhao Yu are magnificent, which makes Zhao Yu's thoughts fly back to ten years ago.
That year, Zhao Yu's mother missed Cheng Ji, but did not insist on it. His sky fell. Maybe for a six-year-old baby, he could not understand what his mother meant to leave. But Zhao Yu had a mature soul in his body, so he was more profound and sad.
The next day after her mother left, an old man in a black ordinary Confucian shirt with a wooden hairpin on his head approached the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou City, holding the hands of the two young children.
His name has long been forgotten. The older generation called him Bi Mawen, while the people in the Xia Dynasty all respect him as master!
Zhao Yu, who had been in Qingyi lane for several years, did not know who the master was or the teacher who suddenly appeared. Therefore, he did not speak a word for a whole month.
One day, from spring to summer, the weather suddenly became hot and dry. In the old house in Qingyi lane, a small figure was squatting by the well, wrinkling his brows as if they could never be broken, and rubbing a piece of clothes in his hands. The hot temperature made his forehead and nose gradually emit fine beads of sweat.
Baby's face still did not have any other expression, still with a small palm, again and again to rub back and forth.
All of a sudden, an old man's figure appeared beside the baby. With his not tall body, he covered the bright light and covered the whole baby in the shadow.
Xiaowa looked up and looked at the old man. He didn't open his mouth. He just stood steadily, just like a mountain carrying the sky. After a moment, Xiaowa rubbed the clothes in her hands and pinched them hard. After that, she got up and went to the big tree in the courtyard, where a clothes hanger was built with bamboo.
But strangely, no matter how the baby moves, the figure can appear in front of the hot sun, and leave a cool shadow over her little body. Then the baby stops, looks back, and frowns deeper.
The old man clearly understood the meaning of the baby. He spoke lightly and experienced the vicissitudes of life. His voice sounded like a spring breeze:
"if the heart is covered with dark clouds, it is also dark to be in the light."
"The son is not a fish. Can you know the joy of fish?"
This is the first time that the baby talks to the old man. The voice is tender, but it has a kind of mature flavor. Then the old man smiles and replies:
"the son is not me, so I don't know the joy of fish."
Br > "it's no longer a matter of conflict between you and my father, so it's not a matter of accident that you and I are going to argue with each other directly
But before the baby walked a few steps, the voice of the old man sounded again:
"yu'er, no, my way, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in luck. Only when everything comes into my eyes, can we know the truth of heaven and earth. Do you want to leave the city with Shigong and visit the whole world? You can rest assured that no one can hurt you with Shigong
At the end of the speech, the baby steps forward and stops for a few seconds. Finally, she walks to the kitchen. In the kitchen, a bald, tall baby is cooking. When she sees someone, she smiles and speaks softly. Her voice is full of magnetism:
"young master, you frown for a month, and you stretch."
At night, the moon is bright, the heart is thin, and the summer wind is blowing. Under the moonlight like water, the delicate baby with pink carving and jade carving stands in front of the old man's door, with thousands of thoughts flowing in his eyes, and his little hands raised and put down.
Then the door opened, revealing the old man who was still dressed in a black Confucian shirt. He looked down at the little baby in the moonlight and said kindly:
"is it decided? Then go. "
After hearing the speech, the little girl was stunned and responded:
"it was in the middle of the night, and the city gate had been closed."
"Time waits for no one. What's the matter at night? And the gate can't shut the beating heart."
The old man chuckled and strode to another room beside him. Then he pulled up the sleeping bald baby from the bed and threw it out of the door directly.
After a stick of incense, they have fallen into the sleepy Qingyi lane. Three figures of the old and the young slowly step on the moonlight like mercury, and then a voice of young and mature coexists:
"Shigong, what's your surname?"
"Shigong, I'm the big family name of the people. My surname is Li."
The old man raised his hand and touched the baby's head. There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he continued to speak"When I was just born, my father wanted me to be a doctor in the future, so I named it Jisheng. But at that time, it was a time of war and the people were in dire need of food. Therefore, my aunt was afraid that my name would be too big and would be taken away by God. I refused to let anyone call me. So even Shigong and I almost forgot this name now."
Master, his real name is Li Jisheng!
As his name implies, he helped all the friars in an era all over the world, as well as the young emperors at that time.
Under the stone tablet, the young emperor turned around and looked at the numerous climbing stairs under the huge peak. It was as if he saw a young, plump figure walking towards him with a smile. The comer wore a sword around his waist and put a hairpin in his head, as if stepping on a star river. Then he drew his sword and carved his own on the monument name.
Then Zhao Yunan said:
"Shigong, it's good that you didn't become a doctor, but a groom. This is the good fortune of the world!"
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's divine sense appeared directly on the mountain and sea map, and then the steady emperor's voice continued to spread: "peace, return!"
"Your Majesty, don't you go to the rest of the world?"
Taiping's childish voice is still full of meaning.
"The most important conjecture has been confirmed. I have been out of the palace for a long time, and it's time to return."
Zhao Yu continued to raise his hand, and the spirit of national fortune gathered wildly. Under the huge monument, it went straight into the sky, and then a faint voice surrounded the place:
"Taiping, you should grow up quickly. This world is too big. My sense of crisis has become stronger and stronger."
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Aozhou, the God of Tonghai.
The young emperor, who was composed of milky white national fortune, stood in front of the stele with his hands in his hand, and quietly watched a man named Li, whose name was Jisheng.
The surname Li is the major family name of the Daxia people. It is distributed in all 36 prefectures. Even in the most remote Prefecture, there is a village surname Li. However, although the surname Li is huge, it is not among the 14 surnames of Ying. Therefore, during the period before the Ying family, its clan status was not high, and it did not form a strong clan force. In other words, it was a family name with more poor people and less high nobility.
But in front of Zhao Yu, the strokes, the work and the name of Zhao Yu are magnificent, which makes Zhao Yu's thoughts fly back to ten years ago.
That year, Zhao Yu's mother missed Cheng Ji, but did not insist on it. His sky fell. Maybe for a six-year-old baby, he could not understand what his mother meant to leave. But Zhao Yu had a mature soul in his body, so he was more profound and sad.
The next day after her mother left, an old man in a black ordinary Confucian shirt with a wooden hairpin on his head approached the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou City, holding the hands of the two young children.
His name has long been forgotten. The older generation called him Bi Mawen, while the people in the Xia Dynasty all respect him as master!
Zhao Yu, who had been in Qingyi lane for several years, did not know who the master was or the teacher who suddenly appeared. Therefore, he did not speak a word for a whole month.
One day, from spring to summer, the weather suddenly became hot and dry. In the old house in Qingyi lane, a small figure was squatting by the well, wrinkling his brows as if they could never be broken, and rubbing a piece of clothes in his hands. The hot temperature made his forehead and nose gradually emit fine beads of sweat.
Baby's face still did not have any other expression, still with a small palm, again and again to rub back and forth.
All of a sudden, an old man's figure appeared beside the baby. With his not tall body, he covered the bright light and covered the whole baby in the shadow.
Xiaowa looked up and looked at the old man. He didn't open his mouth. He just stood steadily, just like a mountain carrying the sky. After a moment, Xiaowa rubbed the clothes in her hands and pinched them hard. After that, she got up and went to the big tree in the courtyard, where a clothes hanger was built with bamboo.
But strangely, no matter how the baby moves, the figure can appear in front of the hot sun, and leave a cool shadow over her little body. Then the baby stops, looks back, and frowns deeper.
The old man clearly understood the meaning of the baby. He spoke lightly and experienced the vicissitudes of life. His voice sounded like a spring breeze:
"if the heart is covered with dark clouds, it is also dark to be in the light."
"The son is not a fish. Can you know the joy of fish?"
This is the first time that the baby talks to the old man. The voice is tender, but it has a kind of mature flavor. Then the old man smiles and replies:
"the son is not me, so I don't know the joy of fish."
Br > "it's no longer a matter of conflict between you and my father, so it's not a matter of accident that you and I are going to argue with each other directly
But before the baby walked a few steps, the voice of the old man sounded again:
"yu'er, no, my way, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in luck. Only when everything comes into my eyes, can we know the truth of heaven and earth. Do you want to leave the city with Shigong and visit the whole world? You can rest assured that no one can hurt you with Shigong
At the end of the speech, the baby steps forward and stops for a few seconds. Finally, she walks to the kitchen. In the kitchen, a bald, tall baby is cooking. When she sees someone, she smiles and speaks softly. Her voice is full of magnetism:
"young master, you frown for a month, and you stretch."
At night, the moon is bright, the heart is thin, and the summer wind is blowing. Under the moonlight like water, the delicate baby with pink carving and jade carving stands in front of the old man's door, with thousands of thoughts flowing in his eyes, and his little hands raised and put down.
Then the door opened, revealing the old man who was still dressed in a black Confucian shirt. He looked down at the little baby in the moonlight and said kindly:
"is it decided? Then go. "
After hearing the speech, the little girl was stunned and responded:
"it was in the middle of the night, and the city gate had been closed."
"Time waits for no one. What's the matter at night? And the gate can't shut the beating heart."
The old man chuckled and strode to another room beside him. Then he pulled up the sleeping bald baby from the bed and threw it out of the door directly.
After a stick of incense, they have fallen into the sleepy Qingyi lane. Three figures of the old and the young slowly step on the moonlight like mercury, and then a voice of young and mature coexists:
"Shigong, what's your surname?"
"Shigong, I'm the big family name of the people. My surname is Li."
The old man raised his hand and touched the baby's head. There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he continued to speak"When I was just born, my father wanted me to be a doctor in the future, so I named it Jisheng. But at that time, it was a time of war and the people were in dire need of food. Therefore, my aunt was afraid that my name would be too big and would be taken away by God. I refused to let anyone call me. So even Shigong and I almost forgot this name now."
Master, his real name is Li Jisheng!
As his name implies, he helped all the friars in an era all over the world, as well as the young emperors at that time.
Under the stone tablet, the young emperor turned around and looked at the numerous climbing stairs under the huge peak. It was as if he saw a young, plump figure walking towards him with a smile. The comer wore a sword around his waist and put a hairpin in his head, as if stepping on a star river. Then he drew his sword and carved his own on the monument name.
Then Zhao Yunan said:
"Shigong, it's good that you didn't become a doctor, but a groom. This is the good fortune of the world!"
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's divine sense appeared directly on the mountain and sea map, and then the steady emperor's voice continued to spread: "peace, return!"
"Your Majesty, don't you go to the rest of the world?"
Taiping's childish voice is still full of meaning.
"The most important conjecture has been confirmed. I have been out of the palace for a long time, and it's time to return."
Zhao Yu continued to raise his hand, and the spirit of national fortune gathered wildly. Under the huge monument, it went straight into the sky, and then a faint voice surrounded the place:
"Taiping, you should grow up quickly. This world is too big. My sense of crisis has become stronger and stronger."
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Aozhou, the God of Tonghai. The young emperor, who was composed of milky white national fortune, stood in front of the stele with his hands in his hand, and quietly watched a man named Li, whose name was Jisheng. The surname Li is the major family name of the Daxia people. It is distributed in all 36 prefectures. Even in the most remote Prefecture, there is a village surname Li. However, although the surname Li is huge, it is not among the 14 surnames of Ying. Therefore, during the period before the Ying family, its clan status was not high, and it did not form a strong clan force. In other words, it was a family name with more poor people and less high nobility. But in front of Zhao Yu, the strokes, the work and the name of Zhao Yu are magnificent, which makes Zhao Yu's thoughts fly back to ten years ago. That year, Zhao Yu's mother missed Cheng Ji, but did not insist on it. His sky fell. Maybe for a six-year-old baby, he could not understand what his mother meant to leave. But Zhao Yu had a mature soul in his body, so he was more profound and sad. The next day after her mother left, an old man in a black ordinary Confucian shirt with a wooden hairpin on his head approached the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou City, holding the hands of the two young children. His name has long been forgotten. The older generation called him Bi Mawen, while the people in the Xia Dynasty all respect him as master! Zhao Yu, who had been in Qingyi lane for several years, did not know who the master was or the teacher who suddenly appeared. Therefore, he did not speak a word for a whole month. One day, from spring to summer, the weather suddenly became hot and dry. In the old house in Qingyi lane, a small figure was squatting by the well, wrinkling his brows as if they could never be broken, and rubbing a piece of clothes in his hands. The hot temperature made his forehead and nose gradually emit fine beads of sweat. Baby's face still did not have any other expression, still with a small palm, again and again to rub back and forth. All of a sudden, an old man's figure appeared beside the baby. With his not tall body, he covered the bright light and covered the whole baby in the shadow. Xiaowa looked up and looked at the old man. He didn't open his mouth. He just stood steadily, just like a mountain carrying the sky. After a moment, Xiaowa rubbed the clothes in her hands and pinched them hard. After that, she got up and went to the big tree in the courtyard, where a clothes hanger was built with bamboo. But strangely, no matter how the baby moves, the figure can appear in front of the hot sun, and leave a cool shadow over her little body. Then the baby stops, looks back, and frowns deeper. The old man clearly understood the meaning of the baby. He spoke lightly and experienced the vicissitudes of life. His voice sounded like a spring breeze: "if the heart is covered with dark clouds, it is also dark to be in the light." "The son is not a fish. Can you know the joy of fish?" This is the first time that the baby talks to the old man. The voice is tender, but it has a kind of mature flavor. Then the old man smiles and replies: "the son is not me, so I don't know the joy of fish." Br "it's no longer a matter of conflict between you and my father, so it's not a matter of accident that you and I are going to argue with each other directly But before the baby walked a few steps, the voice of the old man sounded again: "yu'er, no, my way, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in luck. Only when everything comes into my eyes, can we know the truth of heaven and earth. Do you want to leave the city with Shigong and visit the whole world? You can rest assured that no one can hurt you with Shigong At the end of the speech, the baby steps forward and stops for a few seconds. Finally, she walks to the kitchen. In the kitchen, a bald, tall baby is cooking. When she sees someone, she smiles and speaks softly. Her voice is full of magnetism: "young master, you frown for a month, and you stretch." At night, the moon is bright, the heart is thin, and the summer wind is blowing. Under the moonlight like water, the delicate baby with pink carving and jade carving stands in front of the old man's door, with thousands of thoughts flowing in his eyes, and his little hands raised and put down. Then the door opened, revealing the old man who was still dressed in a black Confucian shirt. He looked down at the little baby in the moonlight and said kindly: "is it decided? Then go. " After hearing the speech, the little girl was stunned and responded: "it was in the middle of the night, and the city gate had been closed." "Time waits for no one. What's the matter at night? And the gate can't shut the beating heart." The old man chuckled and strode to another room beside him. Then he pulled up the sleeping bald baby from the bed and threw it out of the door directly. After a stick of incense, they have fallen into the sleepy Qingyi lane. Three figures of the old and the young slowly step on the moonlight like mercury, and then a voice of young and mature coexists: "Shigong, what's your surname?" "Shigong, I'm the big family name of the people. My surname is Li." The old man raised his hand and touched the baby's head. There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he continued to speak"When I was just born, my father wanted me to be a doctor in the future, so I named it Jisheng. But at that time, it was a time of war and the people were in dire need of food. Therefore, my aunt was afraid that my name would be too big and would be taken away by God. I refused to let anyone call me. So even Shigong and I almost forgot this name now." Master, his real name is Li Jisheng! As his name implies, he helped all the friars in an era all over the world, as well as the young emperors at that time. Under the stone tablet, the young emperor turned around and looked at the numerous climbing stairs under the huge peak. It was as if he saw a young, plump figure walking towards him with a smile. The comer wore a sword around his waist and put a hairpin in his head, as if stepping on a star river. Then he drew his sword and carved his own on the monument name. Then Zhao Yunan said: "Shigong, it's good that you didn't become a doctor, but a groom. This is the good fortune of the world!" After he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's divine sense appeared directly on the mountain and sea map, and then the steady emperor's voice continued to spread: "peace, return!" "Your Majesty, don't you go to the rest of the world?" Taiping's childish voice is still full of meaning. "The most important conjecture has been confirmed. I have been out of the palace for a long time, and it's time to return." Zhao Yu continued to raise his hand, and the spirit of national fortune gathered wildly. Under the huge monument, it went straight into the sky, and then a faint voice surrounded the place: "Taiping, you should grow up quickly. This world is too big. My sense of crisis has become stronger and stronger." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
