Nightfall

The butcher was silent, remembering that the Lord had asked the drunkard to go to Xihuang to meet the first lecture of the Scriptures a few years ago.

"It's worthy of being the first person of Daomen in thousands of years."

The butcher stood up and wiped off the water stains on his body, said with emotion.

The drunkard looked at him and said, "What should we do?"

Or, how do we choose?

The butcher said: "Don't forget, there are two Haotian now."

If she really did n’t return to the kingdom of God, she was still in the world, then there was a her in the sky, and there was a her in the world, but I did n’t know which one was the real one.

"If Chen is acting according to what she means in the sky ... the chance of success will be great, but I do n’t know if the girl in the sky will fulfill the agreement between us and the person in the world, so we ca n’t let people That she died. "

The drunkard and the butcher live too long, so they are too afraid of death.

When the glory of Haotian enveloped the world, they hid like mice. When the Master discovered them, they were silent and honest. After the Master landed and watched the Lord, they remained silent and honest. They never had the courage to unleash them.

But they still have greed, and that greed seems to be a collection of greed in countless human instincts, so rich and unwilling, they want eternity.

Eternity does not belong to the world, only belongs to the kingdom of God, they have received the promise or gift of Sang Sang, so they calm down and rejoice, and no longer withstand the boring careers of the past tens of thousands of years, until now ... they found that there may be two Haotian.

This has happened before. When Sang Sang Sui Ning was missing in the red dust, or earlier. When she lived in Weicheng in Minshan with Sui Ning, there were always two Haotians in the sense of existence, but one of them did not wake up, and when she woke up, she was not with herself in the kingdom of God. Divide each other.

But the recent behavior of the Lord of God indicates that ... it is very likely that she who failed to return to the Kingdom of God has stepped into a different river than the one who stayed in the Kingdom of God.

Then. Are the agreements reached between them and Sansang still valid? What did the Haotian in the Kingdom of God think? Who should they follow?

The butcher looked at the drunkard seriously and said: "Fortunately we also have two people. If there are really two Haotian, then ... each one guards one."

The drunkard stood up and said, "It can only be so, even if you make a wrong choice, you will not lose all. You can make a difference at the last moment."

The butcher said: "You go too."

The drunkard said: "A necessity."

The butcher said: "If she really didn't return to the Kingdom of God. Still in the world. You must find her before watching Lord and Li slowly ..."

The drunkard said, "Then you?"

The butcher walked back to the chopping board and threw the trotters into the cauldron, watching the trotters floating in the brine. Said: "I went to Taoshan, if the Daomen really acted according to the will of the **** kingdom Haotian, then they needed my help."

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In addition to the calligraphy and painting shop, butcher shop and the wine shop, there is only one gambling stall in the town. There are not many people living in the town, there are very few people in the rich, and idle rogue gambling is relatively rare, so the business of gambling stalls has always been not very good, but this does not affect many men in the town to report every day and enjoy it.

Zhang San and Li Siwei were in front of the stage, looking at the chips and patterns, listening to the dealer's drink, smelling the fat and alcohol around them, and they were very excited.

When he was in Chang'an City, Li Si likes to hang around, not a good boy. Zhang San is also fierce in his hometown. For the sake of his mother, I do not know how many villagers have broken their heads, and they are in the academy. The time is too short to have the opportunity to accept Li's slow moral education and Junmo's stick education, so they have nothing against gambling.

"Why are we always losing?"

After losing a few copper plates again, Li Si gritted his teeth and said: "I don't believe it is a technical issue, nor is it an IQ issue."

Zhang San reminded beside him: "In that year, I played with Master Uncle a few times, but I haven't been losing all the time? Uncle Master said that this is a character problem for us."

"Aren't our characters bad? If it's not good, how could it be fancy by the teacher? Are you the son of the prime minister, or are I the younger brother of the princess?"

Li Si said angrily, took a handful of broken silver from his arms, stuffed it half into Zhang San's hand, and then snapped it back to the table again.

"Catch with both hands! I bet the big and you bet the small one! There is always someone to win!"

It didn't take long for Zhang San and Li Si to leave the gamble stupefiedly, lowering their heads back to the shop, and Zhao Xiaoshu was washing the pieces with clean water. A few sentences.

"Betting on both sides will definitely lose. The people who do this are really stupid."

Zhao Xiaoshu said with a smile, his eyes did not fall on Zhang San and Li Si, but over their shoulders and landed on the butcher's shop across the street.

The expressions of Zhang San and Li Si are very calm, no longer look like the previous curse, they don't seem to distress the broken silver lost in the gambling at all.

To go to the gambling stall, you must pass through the butcher shop. You can hear the people in the butcher shop. Yes, the people in the shop must know ...

But Zhang Nianzu is only Zhang San, and Li Guangdi is just Li Si. They are just real ordinary people. Just like their names, who cares?

"I'll write a letter." He walked towards Xiaoshu toward the backyard.

In the butcher's shop, the butcher and the drunken sat speechless in the clear water and light **** smell of the ground. The words should have been finished, but the emotions could not be restored for a while.

Suddenly, the butcher's eyebrows were raised, and the knife in his belt whistled through the air, held in his hand, and ran across his face.

His body reacted more quickly, and he had squatted behind the chopping board, and his expression was extremely dignified, reflected on the shiny blade.

He felt the extreme danger. He had felt the danger when the Taoshan Light Festival was held a few years ago, and today the danger came again.

The drunkard got up, his gown hunted, and it seemed that he would disappear into the wind in the next moment.

They all felt the threat from Chang'an City, and the direction pointed by the iron arrow was moving slowly in the world. With that person's sight.

Who would Ning Que shoot?

Blood and corpses are everywhere in the city of Yangzhou. The blood has solidified and turned black. The corpses are covered with snow but will not rot for a while. There is blood everywhere in the Fuchun River outside the city, and the dead people are floating on the clear water. The picture is very shocking.

A shrine was on the bank of the river, facing the direction of the Qingxia.

Hengmu stood on his knees cross-legged, with no expression on his tender face, but anyone could see his pride from the slightly raised lips and bright eyes.

These days he led the cavalry cavalry of the Xiling Temple to kill in Qinghe County. Beautiful and quiet little bridge flowing water. It has been stained with blood, the green trees in the field are quickly aging, the magpie is no longer ugly, and the branches are crows.

He was proud of his deeds. Your own strength. He looked at the Qingxia that was faintly visible in the distance. Spread his hands to meet the sky dome, if pointed.

Jun Mo shocked the world with a thousand enemies there. He was just an obscure chopping firewood servant in Tianyuyuan. He regretted that he did not catch up with that war, and even more regretful that Junmo had broken his arm. Then, even if the victory was won by the war now, what was the taste.

Thinking in this way, regret gradually became arrogant, and all emotions in Hengmu Liren's body would eventually become arrogant, as if Haotian left him the brand.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and the wind rose from the Fuchun River, sweeping away with a slight **** smell, sweeping the countless heavy mantles in front of the shrine.

One layer of yarn and two layers of yarn, countless layers of yarn quickly fell in sequence, covering his figure in the deepest place, the subordinates of the bank and the devout believers in the field could no longer see his face, and could not share his glory and pride. .

Hengmu Liren didn't like this, but he had to do it. He even had to guard against the gods, converge the breath, and make Daoxin quiet like a real dry well.

Because if he insists on his arrogance again, he is very worried that he will be seen by that person, even if that person ca n’t see it, he is also very worried that it will attract the attention of the other person, so he wants to find a way to see that person, so he must be low-key and low-key .

Is that humility? No, humility is an active character, and he is passive and low-key, so this is a kind of humiliation, a kind of humiliation.

In the depths of countless heavy mantles, Hengmu stood with his head down, and his tender face was covered with flushing caused by anger. His lips twitched and he murmured with indescribable hatred: "You have the ability to come out, you have the ability You come out, you come out with the ability! ... "

After leaving the Song Dynasty capital, Longqing took his subordinates and more than 2,000 Xiling Temple guardian cavalrymen to the north, returned to his native country Chengjing, and joined the guardian cavalry who had been stationed here for many years.

The national government has its own Yan Huang treatment-he has great confidence in his brother ’s ability, and he has no spirit to care about those small things. His eyes always stay in the north, stay on the resurgence of the eastern wasteland, and fall on that ghost-like Peerless powerhouse.

Yulian's sweeping of Donghuang has come to an end. The Xiling Temple has made many attempts in the past few years. He tried to stop it, but there was no way to do so. Instead, he destroyed more masters, so he only covered his good eyes in the end. Did not see anything. But he could not pretend to be invisible, not because Donghuang was his place of re-emergence and feelings, but because the south of Donghuang was the Yan Kingdom, and the barren tribes went south again, and the Yan Kingdom bears the brunt of it. In front of you.

Suddenly, Long Qing withdrew his gaze towards the grassland and looked in the direction of Chang'an City. Just a moment ago, he felt that there was a wave similar to God's consciousness, which flicked past Chengjing City.

God knows its mind, no one in the spiritual world can have such a strong mind, even if Liu Bai was the strongest in the world, if the mind is surging in the Yellow River, it is impossible to sweep the entire world, then who is that god? ? Long Qing knew that it was Ning Que.

When accepting Sang Sang ’s radiance, or having the entire Chang’an City as its source at the time, only Ning Que could perceive an ocean, and the consciousness could sweep the entire world.

Long Qing was silent, but not as embarrassed as the butcher. He seemed calm and did not care, nor was he always ready to use distanceless escape like the drunkard, because he would not be distanceless, and because he was not ready to leave.

The practitioners were shot by Ning Que with the arrow of Yuan Thirteen, and only three people survived: the first lecture of Xuankong Temple, Ye Hongyu and him.

Among them, only he really experienced the horror of the iron arrow, the hole in his chest and abdomen, still telling the story of the year, he is too familiar with the iron arrow and knows a lot about it Things-even if the apocalypse, even with the help of Chang'an City, Ning Que can see the world, but he needs to help him position accurately in order to aim somewhere in the world. In other words, someone needs to push his goal to the most. Peak state.

These were all calculated by Long Qing, so he was not worried, because Mr. Da should have been away from the world, but he was still silent. After all, it was Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

The gentleman will shoot without any dispute. The academy is very particular about the word shooting. When Ning Que is ready to shoot, the world is very quiet.

No matter how powerful the practitioners, no matter how confident the narcissistic strong, do not want to be his goal. That iron arrow might not be enough to shoot a person like a butcher, but no one dared to take risks-that year's light sacrifice, the strong man in Qinghe County who knew his life situation died, and the old man Cui, who was surnamed in the cloud, also died .

They were shot dead with an arrow.

Ning Que looked at the world, his gaze moved between the vast wilderness mountains and rivers, and the iron arrows also moved with it, and finally fell into the depths of the western wilderness.

There was nothing there, no battle, his consciousness could not perceive any special light spot, it was too far away, as if he had reached the horizon, even when his consciousness went there, it became extremely faint, very Difficult to distinguish.

But he still aimed there quietly, because he must do something. When the subject disappeared in the snow and wind, before he left Chang'an City, those things should be done.

As Longqing reckons, his iron arrow needs the cooperation of the master brother. In front of the Linkang City Palace, he and his brother were prepared to kill the drunkard in this way. Although they failed, they also brought a great threat to the drunkard ~ www. readwn.com ~ triggered violent turbulence afterwards, until Ye Su died in a small courtyard by the East China Sea.

Yuan Thirteen Arrows in the most powerful state can threaten all the strong men, but it needs the entire Changan City to provide him with power and also needs cooperation, but many people have forgotten that Ning Que uses iron arrows for the first time. When killing thousands of miles, it was not the brothers who cooperated with him.

That day, in the garden by the Fuchun River, Mr. Cui, who took a step forward and reported his name and was shocked, released all the people without hesitation ... It was Junmo.

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The wind and snow on the wasteland stopped for a few days, and suddenly fell again, and it became bigger and bigger, gradually becoming a violent trend. The King of Golden Accounts braved the wind and snow to lift the clan to the south-every adult male in the grassland tribe is the best cavalry. Now the Zhenbei Army resists hundreds of thousands of elites.

In the western grasslands, the wind and snow were equally violent, and the right account Wang Ting was riding out. The cavalry who had not fought for many years because they were away from the Central Plains did not go south to the moon, nor did they venture back to the horrible mud pool, but toward a more distant The West—the bitter cold climate and the difficult supply of grain and grass have not made people's footsteps hesitant, because the place they are going to is called Xuankong Temple. (To be continued ...)