Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Sleeping in a manger is of course an extremely exaggerated statement.

Not to mention the mortar in the groove, just one size is three years older than Li Congke, and it doesn't fit the Shaluqi, who has just reached the crown.

Although he is not eight feet tall.

However, eating and drinking together is not a difficult task for this Qingzhou Ranger who has been struggling at the bottom since childhood.

According to his original idea, the rice wine he made in the Du family tavern was to be divided into the old Huangma, but some troubles happened in the middle and met Liang Ruzhen and his group again, which was dragged to this point.

The person who was responsible for feeding the horses and watching the horses was Dahan, and the person who delivered the food was still the waiter.

According to Xia Luqi's special order and the secret intervention of the Qin Ghost King, the two jars of rice wine were warm and iced, and a plate of green vegetables and a plate of beef were attached to the wine.

The vegetables are of good quality and they look a little appetite at first glance. Only when they eat them in their mouths will they realize that the salt is very heavy.

The beef is very large, so I am interested when I smell it. After taking a few bites, I find that it is half uncooked.

Xia Luqi, who never was a good person, was naturally displeased with this. He cursed for more than a dozen times in front of the waiter. The movement continued to affect the front yard from the backyard, and almost disturbed the drinkers in the lobby, but he never said the word "return".

Better than nothing.

He had already understood these four words and did not need others to teach him, including the Qin Ghost King who could shock Xue Zangxiu, the Blood Clothing Sect, to stop.

So when dusk turned into night again, and sparse stars shone into the stables, all the vegetables and beef entered his Five Insect Temple.

As for the two jars of rice wine, there was not much left, but most of them were put into the old yellow horse's stomach, which was probably considered yesterday's compensation.

The old yellow horse is indeed old.

When the original owner was alive, Shaluqi often heard the glorious deeds of "traveling 800 miles a day and drinking 3,000 cups at night" from the other party. Although in fact, it is more false than real exaggeration, combined with its state at that time, it does sound like that, rather than a bubble phantom that breaks at once.

Nowadays, you will be drunk whenever you drink, no matter how much.

The old yellow horse became drunk, and then fell asleep. Not long after lying on the haystack, his eyes closed naturally, and his breathing was fast and slow, and not even.

As a result, Xia Luqi, who wanted to reveal his thoughts after drinking, had no partner to talk to him. He smiled helplessly, touched the mane of the old yellow horse, and walked towards the "bed" that was temporarily made by the stable, using weeds and firewood.

Shaluqi untied the sword on his waist, held it with his right hand, and then sat in his knees. When he looked up, his eyes passed through the gap in the roof, and he saw a small star turning from dark to light. If it were a certain astrology master here, he had to understand some truth through such transformation, but he was not. In his eyes, the light and dark changes of the stars seemed normal, and there was no mystery. As he gradually felt bored, he began to sing a song in his hometown, which was a bit special. It was not a nursery rhyme, but was well-known to adults through the mouths of children.

"The earth is the bed, the sky is the quilt, and the fire is on earth, and my heart is not ashes. I get up early and scoop a scoop of Dongxi River water, and take a scoop of Xihe flavor at night. I come to make a cup of Jianghu, throw goldfish into it, and the light shines on the scales to get back..."

No one approached or interrupted. When the song came to this point, Xia Luqi's voice stopped by itself. Then he saw him scratching his hair on his head hard, feeling worried: "Damn it! I haven't returned to Qingzhou for a long time, and I can't even remember the lyrics of this song. How do you pronounce the next sentence?"

"Reply...Reply...Oh, it's so troublesome, I won't just go back!"

After thinking for a while, he still had no idea. He simply sang the lyrics and sang to the last sentence: "The flowers and plants wither, the willows droop, and the geese roar in the sky. Who knows whether to return? The clear tears are extinguished, and my heart is not sad."

Xia Luqi, who was humming and singing, enjoying himself, was quite satisfied with his on-the-spot performance, slapped his thighs hard, and then shouted in the previous tune: "Yes! I hope you all well! Why are you sad to recite?"

The old yellow horse, who was sleeping soundly in advance because of drunkenness, suddenly turned over and put his head on the manger, not forgetting to reminisce about the aroma of wine that had been melted into the pile of hays.

He looked at this scene and laughed a few times, and drank the last bit of iced rice wine with the interest arising from singing. It was obvious that he was not as drunk as he had drunk the gods and fairies yesterday, but he seemed to be full of fun. His head leaned back and landed on the hard grass, as if he was leaning against a soft pillow, and he fell asleep quickly.

Each man and a horse, drinking rice wine together, sleeping in the stable together, each ushering in our dreams.

The dream of the old yellow horse is transformed from the little things when living with the original owner, representing the past.

Xia Luqi's dream is exactly the opposite, and it is related to the future. It is somewhat similar to the nature of the dream that Li Congke entered after drinking "The King of Sending a Son" after watching "The King of Sending a Son", but the content is completely different. Compared with Li Congke's vagueness, his dream is much clearer.

But it also responded to that sentence, the authorities were confused.

For those who are still awake, dreams are not false, but real. Sometimes, a dream is a lifetime.

......

Somehow, no idea when.

The ranger wearing a sword actually put down his sword and put on military uniform again. Although the horse under his seat still had yellow fur, his appearance and body shape were no longer from the Central Plains, and he had no old look. He was only as brave as him as he was in the same mold!

The thousands of troops who had fought for a long time finally fell in pools of blood, accompanied by the broken swords and swords that could no longer be wielded, and the barless flag, they were sleeping in a narrow valley under the vast sky.

The sunset glows in the sky reflect the sea of ​​blood.

The sound of horses is intended to summon the evening drum hiding in the underworld.

There are still vagabonds in scattered soldiers, not to mention that they can raise a flag with just one shot, or even raise an enemy general of an army?

Therefore, the occasionally hot air mixed in the cool breeze is by no means an extravagant vitality, and it is very likely that it is a deliberate induction of death created by the other party.

He didn't use the sword, but instead used a spear-like appearance. However, Xia Luqi, who killed people and drank blood, had a horse spear with a sharp edge that was far better than the spear-headed spear, did not dare to seize the opportunity for the first time in his life.

It seems that at this critical moment, whoever moves first means who dies first!

The strange atmosphere brings a strange pressure.

Gradually, he not only dared not move first, nor did he dare to speak first.

The Xuan Armor General, who held the reins in one hand and held the spear tightly in the other hand, looked as fierce as the god of killing, but was actually already scarred and exhausted, had an opportunity. He made moves, but he did not ride a horse or draw a gun. Instead, he slowly let go of his left hand holding the reins, and walked around to the top. He took off the purple gold helmet, which not only had a great personal significance to him, but also had a great impact on the entire dynasty he wanted to protect.

Seeing this major move second only to taking the initiative to remove armor on the battlefield, Shaluqi couldn't help but say, "Why?"

With a loud bang, the purple gold helmet landed on the ground and was buried by flying sand.

All the unwillingness to be reborn at this moment turned into the low voice of the Xuanjia general: "My energy is about to end, and the destiny and the way of heaven are not here, so it is useless to keep it."

"Since you understand the truth, why don't you abandon the gun and surrender?"

The general of Xuanjia raised his head, holding the iron spear tighter in his hand, and added a deep mockery: "It is something that young people think about when they are old to a certain extent. Besides, if I surrender, who can force you to use the Liuhe Overlord Spear?"

Xia Luqi looked stunned, and seemed to have no idea about the so-called Liuhe Overlord Gun.

At this moment, the dark horse under the seat of the Xuanjia General suddenly exerted force, and the momentum was like a mountain torrent burst out. His feet kicked hard, the ground trembled endlessly, and the dust flew, and there was a faint power of shaking and cracking.

At that time, a shot suddenly came out, like the gods and Buddhas in the sky came to the sky!

The storms on all sides condensed, and the reality and reality kept changing, just to set off the cold light!

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Xia Luqi suddenly opened his eyes.

It was already blue and white, but he was sweating profusely, as if he had wandered in front of the gate of hell, and his mind was still in shock.

As soon as he gradually recalled what he saw and heard in his dream, his sweat was frozen by ice and no longer overflowed.

He still doesn't know what the Liuhe Overlord Gun is.

But he was able to identify the identity of the Xuan Armor general with his past memory.
Chapter completed!