surnamed Wang

Chapter 465 Tour Kyushu

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On the way to the hospital where Jiang Xiuye's grandson lived, Wang Gingquan caught a glimpse of a pretty figure in the teahouse, hesitated for a moment, turned and went directly to the teahouse.

The business in the building was still booming, and the woman in plain gauze rarely sang those soul-stirring tunes, but chose a ballad outside the Great Wall.

The sound of the pipa is no longer the tenderness like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the past, but the desert scenery with a faint and chilling air. The scene seemed to be blown by rough wind and sand.

This depression made them feel uncomfortable at first, but as time passed, an unprecedented heroic feeling surged in their hearts.

This boldness is not because they spent a lot of money in Goulan brothels, nor did they ostentatiously pass away with vicious dogs and servants, but the first blood of a man. Have a quick fight.

At this moment, the people present seemed to know the woman on stage again.

The sound of the pipa moved in a hurry, and the feeling of suffocation was even better than before, but even so, they began to immerse themselves in this feeling, frowning or smiling, but they didn't panic.

The song stopped abruptly at the highest point, like the wind and sand dispersed, and the sun was shining brightly. Everyone seemed to have just experienced life and death, and their expressions were different.

Wang Gangquan stared at the woman with a pensive look on his face.

……

Yan Luo suddenly stood up, picked up the pipa and was about to leave. At this time, a son who was born in the general family came out to persuade him to stay:
"Wait a minute, girl, my father's birthday is coming up, can I invite the girl to play a song at the house, the price is negotiable."

The woman shook her head and said calmly:
"I'm leaving."

After all, turn around.

The woman put on a burqa and carried a pipa on her back, without any nostalgia for this place, and just left. Wang Bingquan stared blankly at the other party, and after a long time, sighed.

……

Decades ago, the two brothers and sisters who depended on each other met a fairy. The man begged the fairy to exchange his eyes for his sister. owl eyes.

From then on, the man could no longer see the day, and later became an assassin who could only walk in the night for his livelihood.

Yan Luo traveled to many places over the years, and the place where she stayed the longest was Xichi. In Xichi, she had a taste of the desert style. The song just now is what she saw and felt these years.

It's not her intention to stop at the middle of the song. What she has to do next is to perfect the song.

That guy was right, since his elder brother gave him his eyes, he should appreciate this wonderful river and mountain on his behalf.

……

In a small courtyard in the capital, Jiang Xiucheng, who had just returned from the Ministry of Industry, took off his official uniform, washed his hands carefully by the well, and then walked towards a hut.

When Wang Gingquan came here, he noticed the strange behavior of the other party. He thought that this kid had learned how to hide the beauty in the golden house, so he followed him secretly.

The young man looked around and found no one, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the lock which weighed two catties.

Inside the hut, the light was a bit dim, and there were very few things. Except for a large box in the middle, there was only a huge glazed mirror by the wall.

Although the glazed mirror looks big, there are many bumps on the corners, and the figure in the mirror looks crooked, and it looks like a defective product from the glazed factory.

Seeing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help laughing and cursing:
"Stinky boy, you don't even know how to get something valuable if you are greedy for food."

……

The young man took out a brass key from his pocket. When Wang Gangquan saw the key, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

With a sound of "clang", the wooden box was opened by the young man with great effort, and there were all kinds of clothes neatly stacked inside. The workmanship was exquisite, and each piece was of great value.

The boy carefully picked up one of them, unfolded it gently, and put it on his body for comparison. It was an indigo scribe gown, and the size was just right for the boy's figure.

Wang Gingquan smiled even more when he saw this. This box of clothes was left by him before he left. He knew that the other party liked long clothes, but he was extremely old-fashioned. With that little salary, he might not be able to afford it even if he saved a year. A decent dress.

He happened to save a lot before, and it wasn't worth it to move it away, so he simply made a favor, asked a tailor to modify it, and gave it to Jiang Xiucheng directly.

The boy was looking at the mirror happily, when Jiang Xiuye's voice sounded outside:
"Xiucheng, don't let that sneaky look in the mirror, I already know, hurry up and make a pot of wine for me."

The young man was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, put the clothes back into the box, locked it again, and then went out the door.

Wang Gangquan smiled slightly, and disappeared without a trace.

……

In the Eastern Han Palace, a man in a crimson prince's suit was helping the woman to greet the King of Eastern Han. Chu Buxiu saw that his daughter-in-law's belly was getting bigger day by day, and his eyes were full of joy. After a while, he planned to take over the throne. pass on to son.

Looking across the river from Donghan in Southern Qiang, an old man was packing his clothes in his room, when a child with a thick head and a tiger head rushed into the house, excitedly saying:

"Grandpa, when are we going to leave?" He said, turning around, revealing the small burden on his back, "Look, I'm ready."

The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head, then looked at his daughter-in-law standing outside the door, and said, "Let's go now."

Outside the door, the three armies had already assembled, and everyone showed reluctance. The leader was the current emperor's uncle, Xie Lingyu, who was in charge of taking over the old man's position.

The old man glanced at the old robes first, then cupped his fists at Xie Lingyu and said:
"Please, General Xie, let me take care of these bastards."

"General Yan, don't worry, Xie will treat each other as brothers."

The old man nodded, looked at the direction of Lanjiang for the last time, turned around, and his back, which had always been straight, finally relaxed a little at this moment.

"Send General Yan!" The three armies uttered neat slogans.

The old man who turned his back could not hold back the tears after all.

……

On the west side of the desert, in a guard near Xichi, a black-clothed man with a wine jug hanging from his waist straddled his horse, and swept out with a big gun in his hand, shooting all three of his men in cloaks off their horses.

The man succeeded in one blow, and said with a presumptuous smile:

"I told you that you are still young, so don't drink alcohol today, just be honest and watch the night."

At this time, the adjutant on the side stepped forward lightly, and said with a smile:

"General, I'm hungry too, do you want to raise your bet?"

The man in black shook the wine gourd around his waist, "Ah Xiu, this whole pot, I bet you wash my socks for a month."

"make a deal!"

After the adjutant named Ashura finished speaking, he stabbed straight with the silver spear in his hand.

Wang Gingquan looked at this scene with mixed feelings in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt something, and looked to the northwest, where a golden light was rising into the sky.

……

At the Faling Temple in the Western Regions, the female Dharma Queen, whose cultivation had been stagnant for many years, suddenly had an epiphany, and she soared into the air. The golden light almost illuminated half of the sky. Seeing this, all the monks and believers present knelt down to pay homage.

Only the young apprentice who was just accepted by the female master did not look at the empty shell of the master, but walked out of the room and quietly looked at the pond in the temple that had never been planted with lotus. Blooming golden lotuses, the little novice whose real name is Swallow put his palms together and whispered:
"Master said that it is a sin to live up to this scene."

Wang Gingquan stood in mid-air, looking at the golden figure in front of him, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Master, are you disillusioned?"

The figure didn't speak, but just pointed to the southeast direction, and then went straight to the sky.

Wang Gangquan scratched his head, thinking that even though he has become a Buddha, he still likes to play charades. Although he thought so in his heart, he still closed his eyes and carefully perceived the direction the female Dharma Queen pointed at just now.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a murderous look, "You're courting death!"

After saying that, Wang Bingquan moved his finger, and a fairy sword came out from Zhongzhou, traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and went straight to the Tangmen of Bashu.

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　This volume was supposed to end at the end of last month, but I inadvertently added a lot of plots. Last month was really torturous. I want to take a good rest this month. It’s two thousand a day. Please bear with me.

　　
　
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