Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

The clouds are surging.

If the mountains float.

A little red light suddenly appeared.

Runs through the world and divides black and white.

What it wants to affect and cover is not only the airflow, but also the luck.

The legend of the legend of the son of the Chi Emperor who was widely circulated among the people thousands of years ago was used by this principle, and it has influenced the world for hundreds of years.

Although that dynasty was unable to escape the fate of destruction in the end, it stood in the world as a strong man for a long time, and the people behind it remembered and even remembered it.

When Geshu Tan used the same sword, he was like a real strong man, but his limitations were too great that he could not control the rise and fall of the dynasty or control the direction of the legend.

His knife covered the airflow that does not exceed five miles in a radius.

Even he has influenced his luck, only a few people.

Jade Cyclops are the first to be hit.

The first thing that was damaged to irreparable was the Hundred-Shock Cable Bridge that carried the weight of two people.

Demolition of a bridge will take much less time than building a bridge.

And when the bridge destroyer's intention is to die rather than survive, this short process will undoubtedly accelerate again.

It's so fast that I can't even capture the shadow for a moment!

......

The unique wind and sand in the northern desert seemed to have traveled through time and space, but suddenly came here naturally.

When the new wild wolf instinctively closed his eyes, he almost suffocated.

It was still his feet slipping accidentally and were swept away several feet away by the sudden strong wind.

Compared with life, the blown helmet and the pain from the body are obviously nothing.

What's more, when he could open his eyes, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, and one of the sources of the rise of wind and sand was lying across the place where his vision could reach.

He slowly got up, without shaking off the wind and sand on his body, and he touched straight towards the knife.

The simple and unpretentious blade body turned into red light after the red rust turned into red light. After the sword of Geshu Tan Tonggui was destroyed, it turned completely black.

With its heavier weight, holding it seems like holding a pile of black charcoal.

But the new wild wolf didn't want to let go after holding it.

He himself couldn't tell what kind of psychology maintained his connection with it.

There is a unique feeling that if he still holds this knife when he is in desperate situation in the battlefield tomorrow, he will most likely kill a few more enemies.

This is actually a good gift for a young soldier who has been away from his hometown for a long time and cannot help but decide his life and death.

Even if it is illusory.

"It seems that I can't see the governor's flag of the Nine Palaces."

Smile without joy or sorrow, the new wild wolf slowly stood up with the blade that temporarily lost its sharp edge as the fulcrum.

"Forget it, you can't see it if you can't see it. It's just a pity for that fairy-like girl."

Even if we don’t know each other before, most men will feel almost instinctive pity when they see beautiful women suffering and suffering.

But there are always exceptions in everything.

At least, the moment when he was about to turn around, he was pressed against his throat by a sharp sword. What was most intense on his face and heart was fear.

"Who...who is the master?"

"Didn't you just say that I'm a fairy-like girl? Why? After seeing it clearly with your own eyes, I feel like a devil again?"

"Ah? Yes... it's you... Wait, something is wrong. At this time, you should have fallen to the bottom of the cliff and your corpse is gone..."

"Um?"

I don’t know if the sword is too close to his throat or the sudden expression of the other party’s eyes is too frightening, Xinye Wolf quickly changed his words and said, “Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, ba

Yu Xianke sneered: "He wants to die together, but I don't want to die at the end of the sword. The only thing he is that although he is not very capable, he cannot fully play at the beginning. When his condition gets better, he missed the excellent time to launch the strongest sword because of his previous greed idea."

Xinye Wolf sweated coldly and whispered: "Miss has said so much, but I still don't understand how you came up, and why should I point my sword at me? I have no grudges and no grudges!"

Jade Xianke said, "He has no grudges and grudges with me, so why should he be ordered to stop me and kill me?"

Xinye Wolf said anxiously: "I and that one-eyed man are not the same person. Girl, don't misunderstand!"

Jade Xianke asked lightly: "Who are you?"

Then Xinye Wolf patted the sand on his body and pointed at the black armor and said, "I am Shi Mingfei, the son of Shi Jianyan, the son of Shi Jingsi, the governor of the Nine Palaces... Cough cough, what, a small soldier under his command."

Upon hearing this, the Jade Xianke thought secretly, but his aura was still not relaxed on the surface, and he pretended to be cruel, "Since it is just a small man who pretends to be a tiger's power, then whether to kill you or not seems to be irrelevant to the Jin army."

The new wild wolf whispered loudly: "It's important! It's important! I have a sixty-year-old mother above and an unmarried wife below. I also guard the border. The responsibility is heavy. How can the girl kill me in order to be able to do it for the moment?!"

Seeing that the Qionghua sword in the Jade Immortal Guest had not put down, the thousand-man infantry led by Shi Mingfei gradually approached, the Xinye Wolf immediately cheered up again: "It is easy to take my life alone, but the girl has just experienced a big battle and her injuries have not healed. Even if her martial arts are superb, she will be unable to support her in the face of our army!"

"Sure enough, the more life and death the moment, the more one can reflect a person's potential. If you change it to the past, you can't speak this idiom."

Shi Mingfei led his army to come with a sword. Although there was a smile in his words, the Jade Celestial Guest could still feel the iron spirit of galloping across the battlefield.

"I am worthy of being a person of the same clan as Baibo Shi Jingsi, and I am much more capable than the unused young masters here."

The Jade Swordsman said that it was not difficult to hear the praise, but the sword blade was not changed at all. He just moved his footsteps and walked around behind Xinye Wolf, and changed to holding the sword, making it horizontally cutting the throat.

Shi Mingfei said: "What is this girl? I plan to threaten me in this way, so that I can get rid of it without any hesitation? If it is just like this, there is no need to make a rash move."

Yu Xianke said: "If I want to retreat, you can't stop me. I won't capture him. It's not for any threat, but to give you time to judge the situation and help me do something that is beneficial to you, Shi Jianyan, and the Three Jin Dynasties."

Shi Mingfei wrapped his arms around, "Oh? Then please tell me in detail, and I will listen with you with all my brothers."

But Jade Xianke didn't plan to explain in detail, and only said to Shi Mingfei: "Prepare a fast horse, a token, and a map for me, and help me meet someone."

"Who?"

"The prince of Jin, Li Cunxu."

Shi Mingfei's expression suddenly became serious.

The thousand-man infantry troops are also ready for battle.

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The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

This is not auspicious, which means something bad will happen.

However, a theater located in the north of Jinyang City, with the last three words of this sentence, the business is extremely prosperous, and it can be said to have taken up all the good fortune.

Fengman Tower opens the door to welcome guests, and it is not too early to call actors to perform on stage, and it is usually not too late to close the door to thank guests.

Therefore, the music and music that talented men and beautiful women yearn for is mostly not available here.

Even if you make exceptions occasionally, it won’t be because there are too many audiences and too high enthusiasm.

On a lonely night, there are often only one person who is accompanied by male and female musicians, young and old actors chanting poems and lyrics, and apart from the shadows swaying with the lights.

The person who has both the identities of regular guests and distinguished guests will sit in the fifth position on the right side of the last row at that time.

If the atmosphere around him changes in his heart, he will also wear a silver-white mask that is rarely exposed during the day to cover all parts of his face outside his eyes, change the tone of his speech into opera, and sing in a low voice.

When the maid approaches with tea, he will not deliberately restrain himself and immerse himself in his own world.

The tea-giving maid in Fengmanlou is not fixed, but changes every moment. Sometimes, just stepping down, his makeup is not let go, or he wears a special mask, which easily creates a sense of freshness that never repeats itself.

However, in fact, every maid who has approached him and heard his singing style has something in common.

That is to unanimously believe that his achievements in opera are enough to be on stage, but it is impossible for him to really sing on stage.

Under the moonlight, good time comes again.

The azure blue curtains are sometimes closed and sometimes closed, sometimes closed, and combined with gorgeous lights and watercolor ink, making them look more and more like a starry sky with uncertain light and darkness.

The man still sat in the fifth right seat of the last row, covering his face with a silver-white mask had no desire to watch the moon or stargazing.

Listen to the opera in the arrangement of the actors and sing in their own recollections.

As before, tonight, this is his greatest pleasure.

"I once accompanied the floating clouds and returned to the green evening, but I still accompanied the sound of the setting sun and autumn. The world is infinitely painted, and a sad picture cannot be painted..."

It comes out slowly, both poetry and opera.

After singing, my mind is endless.

When you close your eyes, you feel like there is an echo of the empty valley.

After pondering for a long time, he simply opened his eyes, waited for the sound to fade away, and took a sip of tea to calm his mind.

But when the tea came, people also arrived, and it was still a figure that he was not willing to deliberately alienate.

"Who says that sadness can be done? Painting people's hearts and people's feelings. You look at six Southern Dynasties events, and old trees and cold clouds fill the old city."
To be continued...