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Chapter 427 Life is not a story in books

A little late, 9000 word chapters, not included in the 4th update.

Eagles hover in the sky, and crows scream on dead branches.

The originally smooth and wide official road has long been torn apart, and a motorcade is bumping endlessly.

As the largest vassal state of the Zhuying Dynasty, Shihao Kingdom is located in the northwest of the dynasty. It is famous for its fertile fields and abundant production in the central part of Aquarius Continent. It has always been the big granary of the Zhuying Dynasty.It is also a dynasty vassal, Shihao Kingdom has a completely different choice from Huang Tingguo, a Sui vassal vassal. From the emperor, temple officials to most of the frontier generals, Shihao Kingdom chooses to go head-to-head with a large army of Li cavalry.

The flames of war spread throughout Shihao Country. Since the beginning of spring this year, the entire area north of the capital has been fought extremely fiercely. Now the capital of Shihao Country is under heavy siege.

Not only the people of Shihao country, but even the nearby small vassal states whose military strength is far inferior to Shihao country, are panic-stricken. Of course, there are many so-called smart people who have long attached themselves to the Dali Song family and watched the fire from the other side, waiting to see Just a joke, I hope that the invincible Dali Iron Cavalry can simply come to massacre the city, and kill all the loyal and loyal Shihao Kingdom who are foolishly loyal to the Zhuying Dynasty. He successfully took down the tall and large cities where the arsenal and treasury were not moved at all.

The bumpy road made many drivers of this convoy complain endlessly. Even many strong men with longbows on their backs and long knives on their waists were almost torn apart. , looking around in all directions to avoid looting by bandits. Almost all of these young men who are familiar with riding bows and horses in their [-]s and [-]s have the smell of blood on their bodies.

It's really earning money with your head tied to your trouser belt. To put it bluntly, you might accidentally drop your head on the ground while urinating.

The most dangerous interception during this period was not those refugees who fell into bandits, but a group of three hundred officers and soldiers of the Shihao Kingdom pretending to be horse thieves, treating their caravan as a big piece of fat. Nearly half of the caravan guards who signed the certificate of life and death were killed or injured. If it weren't for the employer, there would be an unobtrusive mountain god hiding in the middle of the mountain. He even made dumplings for the officers and soldiers.

This convoy needs to pass through the hinterland of Shihao Country, reach the southern border, and go to Shujian Lake, which is regarded as a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair by the secular dynasty.The convoy took a large sum of money, and only dared to stop at the border pass, otherwise, no matter how much money they had, they would not be willing to take another step south. Fortunately, the dozen or so foreign merchants agreed to allow the convoy guards to close the gate at the border. Heading back, whether this group of merchants will live or die after that, whether they are grabbing huge profits at Shujian Lake, or they will die on the way and let the robbers have a good year, anyway, they don't need the team to be responsible.

Walking down this road is really a place of purgatory on earth.

Going hungry for thousands of miles is no longer a saying that scholars glance at in books.

On the side of the road along the road, the convoy often encountered some thatched shops that were crying and screaming, and there were adults selling two-legged sheep. At first, some people couldn't bear to send their children to the chopping block and hand them over to the butchers, so they thought of a compromise. The method is to exchange the thin-faced and yellow-faced children between the parents, and then sell them to the store.

Many hungry and crazy exiled refugees wandered in groups, like walking dead and wild ghosts, on the land of Shihao country. Whenever they encountered a place where there might be food, they swarmed up. In some places, the civil forts built by the Haoheng family were all stained with blood, and there were some corpses that were too late to clean up.The convoy once passed a big castle with [-] young and strong guards of the same clan, and bought a small amount of food with a lot of money. A bold and capable young man envied the hard bow of a caravan guard with jealousy, so he set it close and pointed at the wooden fence outside the castle. Over there, there was a row of shriveled heads used for demonstrations. The young man squatted on the ground. At that time, he smiled and said to a convoy attendant that summer was the most troublesome, attracting mosquitoes and flies, and prone to plague, but as long as it snowed in winter, it could save money. Go to a lot of trouble.After speaking, the young man grabbed a stone and threw it at the wooden fence, hitting a head with precision. He clapped his hands and glanced at the caravan servants who showed admiration. The young man was quite proud.

At that time, a young woman in Tsing Yi with a ponytail made the boy's heart flutter. The reason why he chatted and did these things with the caravan servants was nothing more than the boy wanted to express himself in front of that good-looking sister.

It's a pity that the sister in Tsing Yi didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, which made the boy very disappointed and disappointed. It would be great if such a beautiful woman like a fairy on the murals of the temple appeared in the group of refugees who came here to seek death Then she will definitely survive, and he is the eldest grandson of the patriarch, even if it is not his first turn, there will be a day when it will be her turn.But the young man also knew that among the refugees, there were no such watery women. Occasionally, some women were mostly dark, skinny and skinny, as thin as a starving ghost, and their skin was so rough that it was too ugly.

Next to that elder sister in Tsing Yi, there was an older woman standing with a sword on her back, but her appearance was too bad, especially her figure, one day at a time, if the latter appeared alone, the boy would be moved, but when When they stood together, the latter was no longer in the boy's eyes.

The caravan continued south.

There are often refugees holding sharpened wooden sticks to block the way. Those who are smarter, or those who are not really hungry, will ask the caravan to bring out some food, and they will let them go.

Of course, the caravan didn't bother to pay attention, and just moved forward. Generally speaking, as long as they drew their knives and took off their hard bows, the refugees would scatter in fright.

There are also some refugees, red-eyed and just rushing forward, intending to rob them. The caravan guards are originally from Jianghu martial arts, and they are not from the Shihao country. Deep down in their hearts, they still long for someone to rush up to relieve them of their hatred, so the elite cavalry cast out like fishing nets, raise their knives and drop them, or compete in archery. Heart to heart again, if you can only shoot the abdomen, legs and feet, it will provoke ridicule and jokes.

The number of merchants who hired guards and convoys this time was not many, a dozen or so.

Except for the woman in blue with ponytail who seldom shows up, a woman with a sword behind her who lost her right thumb, and an unsmiling young man in black robes, these three seem to be in the same group. It's camping in the wild, and it's relatively grouped.

In addition, the head of the merchant who wanted money but not his life was an old man in a green shirt and long gown. It was said that his surname was Song, and the guards liked to call him Master Song.Master Song has two retinues, one with a long black stick on his back, and the other without a weapon. They look like real Jianghu people, and they are about the same age as Master Song.In addition, there are three men and women whose eyes look cold even with smiles on their faces. There is a huge difference in age, and the women are mediocre in appearance. The other two are grandparents and grandchildren.

The subordinates felt that this group of merchants, except for Mr. Song, were all arrogant and not talkative.

That night, I rested in a dilapidated inn where the subordinates had fled, and all the belongings had already been scraped away.

The ponytailed woman in Tsing Yi was squatting on top of a half-collapsed dirt wall outside the station.

The sword-carrying woman who was inseparable from her stood under the wall and said softly: "Eldest Sister, there is another half a month's journey before you can pass the barrier and enter the boundary of Shujian Lake."

The woman in Tsing Yi was a little absent-minded, and hummed.

The Master Song walked out of the posthouse slowly, kicked a fellow boy who was squatting on the threshold lightly, and then came to the wall alone, the woman with the sword immediately saluted in Dali official language: "I have seen Mr. Song .”

The old man nodded with a smile, "Miss Xu is still so polite, it's too outsider."

This doctor is not a doctor in a pharmacy.

This elegant, blue-clothed old man is the head doctor of the Dali Ministry of Rites, the Temple of the Qing Dynasty.

In this position, Huang Tingguo Shihao Kingdom and other small vassal states belong to relatively large sesame officials. Just the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, there is a servant at the top, and there is a minister at the top. Maybe one day he will be an assistant official of comparable rank, Yuanwailang To snatch the position.But in Dali, this is an extremely crucial position. He is one of the three most powerful doctors in the Dali dynasty.In addition to the nominal responsibilities of a shrine priest and Qing official, he is also in charge of the evaluation and assessment of a country's mountains and rivers, as well as the right to recommend.

Okinawa River, where Dali has never set up a river god or temple, suddenly has a river spirit monster named Li Jin, who has jumped from a shopkeeper who opened a bookstore in Hongzhu Town to a river god After following the path of this doctor, he was able to leap the dragon's gate with a carp, ascend to the high position of the altar in one fell swoop, and enjoy all kinds of incense.

And the two women are Ruan Xiu and Xu Xiaoqiao who left Longquan Jianzong to travel down the mountain.

As for why they were so far away from the Great Li Dynasty, even Xu Xiaoqiao and Dong Gu were surprised, as for their elder sister Ruan Xiu, it didn't matter at all.

Seeing Langzhong Song seemed to be negotiating something, Xu Xiaoqiao left on his own initiative.

Song Langzhong walked to the top of the wall, sat cross-legged, and said with a smile, "I want to thank Miss Ruan for her generosity."

Ruan Xiu put away a handkerchief, hid it in her sleeve, shook her head, and said vaguely: "No need."

Song Langzhong asked with a smile: "May I ask, is Miss Ruan not caring, or is she tolerant?"

Ruan Xiu asked, "Is there any difference?"

The old man nodded, and said seriously: "If it's the former, I won't bother. After all, I'm such an old man, and I have had the years of admiration when I was a teenager. I know that it's hard for a kid like Li Muxi to stay calm. If it's later Or, I can mention a few words to Li Muxi or his grandfather, Miss Ruan doesn't have to worry about being forced to do so, this trip to the south is an official matter entrusted by the imperial court, there should be rules, there is no need for Miss Ruan to go too far."

Ruan Xiu said: "It doesn't matter, he can watch as he likes, and I don't care about his eyeballs."

Song Langzhong couldn't help laughing.

Among the entourage this time, there were two old martial arts warriors by his side, one was a pure warrior who was temporarily transferred from the Dali Army, with a golden body, and it was said that he was going to be the leader of the army. Son, throw a cup and scold his mother in front of that outstanding general, of course, he still has to hand it over.

A gang leader who was born in the great sect of the Dali River and Lake, and also in the Seventh Realm.

The other three are a temporary team of sticky men. Among the grandfather and grandson, the young man is named Li Muxi. The court's sticky man, his father died in an accident not long ago, so this trip to the south, for the grandfather and grandson, is not only an official business in the yamen, but also mixed with personal grievances.

There are two things on this trip south to Shujian Lake. One is on the bright side, which is not too small. He, the priest of the temple, is the talker, and the three Longquan Jianzong need to obey him. , follow his command and dispatch.

At the beginning of autumn this year, Dali Nianganlang, who had not been injured for many years, died two at once. A hidden Jindan monk from a foreign country secretly took away a disciple. This young man was quite special, not only Congenital sword embryo, but also with martial arts, attracted the attention of several local martial arts saints.

Dali is bound to win, and even the master of the National Teacher has heard the news and attaches great importance to it.

It's probably a tit for tat. It's absurd to say that this young man was the first to find and match this young man, so that the three people who found this good seedling took turns staying behind and devoted themselves to cultivating the young man for four years. After a long time, it turned out to be that hidden Golden Core cultivator who jumped out of nowhere, killed two people, then abducted the young man, fled all the way to the south, and escaped two pursuits and roundups , is very cunning, and has high combat prowess. On the way to escape, the young man showed an extremely amazing heart and aptitude, and he helped the Golden Core cultivator a lot both times.

In the end, the intelligence information from the Lubo Pavilion showed that the Jindan cultivator and the young man fled into Shujian Lake, and there was no further news after that.

For this kind of pursuit, not only the Dali Dynasty, but all the forces on the mountains in Aquarius Continent will not be fooled. Solve it with all your strength, instead of adding fuel to the battlefield like a mediocre general, sending a group of people to die in vain, giving the opponent a war to support the war, and finally raising a tiger.

The other party is an old golden elixir who is good at fighting and occupies a favorable location, so Langzhong Song and his party are by no means as simple as the combat power of two golden elixirs, but together, they are roughly equivalent to the combat power of a powerful Nascent Soul.

On this point, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao have conducted several detailed deduction in private, and the conclusions they draw are quite reassuring.

Otherwise, if the elder sister made a slight mistake, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao, the two founding disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect, would not have to stay in Shenxiu Mountain because of their feelings and reason.

As for another matter that only Song Langzhong himself knew the inside story, it was even bigger.

It involves the ownership of the entire Shujian Lake.

Even he needs to do what he is told.

Even the certain island owner who has been secretly rooted in Shujian Lake for 80 years is also a pawn.

This time, leaving Da Li for a long journey south, there is a small thing that Song Langzhong finds interesting.

Young Li Muxi couldn't comprehend what he saw and heard on the way to the south, especially the journey to the Shihao country in a carriage. Deep down, he even blamed the culprit, which was the Great Li Dynasty he belonged to.Perhaps in the eyes of the young man, if the Dali Iron Cavalry hadn't gone south, or if the continuous war going south hadn't been so bloody and cruel, so many ordinary people wouldn't have been displaced. People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

Li Muxi's grandfather, a 90-year-old "young" monk, was indifferent to this, but he didn't explain anything to his grandson.

Ruan Xiu asked: "I heard that there is a child from Niping Lane, who is in Shujian Lake."

Song Langzhong nodded and said: "My surname is Gu. He is a child of great opportunity. He was accepted as a closed disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Jiejiang Zhenjun in Shujian Lake. Gu Can himself brought a big loach to Shujian Lake. The dragon retinue whose combat strength is equivalent to that of Yuanying, makes waves, and has a great reputation at a young age. Even the Zhuying Dynasty has heard that there is such a pair of masters and servants in Shujian Lake. Once chatting with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu laughed and said that this person is called Gu Can't you little guy, he's just a born Yamazawa Nooshu."

Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon that looked like a bright red bracelet, lowered her arm, thoughtful.

A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake. It was a prosperous and crowded city called Chishui City.

Hired a carriage along the way, the coachman is a talkative old man who traveled all over the world, the man is generous, he likes to listen to the excitement and anecdotes, he doesn't like to sit in the carriage to enjoy the blessings, almost half of the journey is sitting next to the old coachman, let the old coachman drink I had a lot of wine, I was in a good mood, and I also talked a lot about strange people and strange things in Shujian Lake from hearsay, saying that there are no scary rumors outside, there are also beatings and killings, but most of them will not involve ordinary people like them.However, Shujian Lake is a big cave for selling gold. It is absolutely true. In the past, he and his friends carried a group of wealthy sons from the Zhuying Dynasty. They were very loud and asked them to wait in Chishui City, saying that they were a Returning in a month later, after waiting for less than three days, the group of young sons returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake, already penniless, seven or eight young people, a total of 60 taels of silver, three days, It was a waste of time like this, but listening to the words of those prodigal sons, it seems that they still have something to say, saying that after saving some money in half a year, they must come to Shujian Lake to have fun again.

Men walking in Chishui City's shoulder-to-shoulder streets are very inconspicuous.

Previously, there was a team of Qi trainers guarding the city gate, but they didn't need any customs clearance documents at all, as long as they paid the money, they would be allowed in.

Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.

Shujian Lake is extremely vast, with more than a thousand large and small islands scattered all over the place. The most important thing is that it is full of aura. It is very difficult to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of ​​islands and waters, but if one or two Jindan Earth Immortals Occupying a larger island is the most suitable place for the mansion to practice Taoism. It is clean and like a small cave.In particular, Qi practitioners who practice the method of "near water" regard certain islands in Shujian Lake as places of contention.

The man with the sword on his back chose a downtown restaurant and ordered the most famous Wuti wine in Huchi Water City. One thing, after a while, Shujian Lake seems to be holding a meeting of island owners once every 300 years, preparing to elect a new "monarch of the rivers and lakes" who has been vacant for [-] years.

After drinking and eating, the man settled the bill with the clerk, left the restaurant, asked for directions, and went to a Chishui City, a monkey crying street open to everyone, full of fairy shops, the long street was four miles long , there are Qi trainers guarding both ends, they don't care about their status, they only recognize money to open the way, this is a bit like the old Dragon City, which is the best in business and trade. uncle.

If you don't believe me, just look at the wine in the glass, and respect the rich first.

If you put it this way, it seems that the whole world is the same everywhere.

The middle-aged man with the vermilion wine gourd on his waist, the old coachman said before, knowing that in the Shujian Lake where fish and dragons are mixed and frequented, there is no need to worry if he can speak a continent's elegant words, but he still learns from the old coachman on the road. I have learned some Shujianhu dialect, but I don’t know much, so I can still ask for directions and bargain.The middle-aged man wandered all the way around, looking around, neither making a blockbuster, sweeping up those sky-high priced treasures, nor just looking at but not buying, picking a few cheap but inexpensive spiritual weapons, just practicing with ordinary foreigners. Spirituality, a virtue, is here to enjoy the excitement, so that no one will look down on others, but it will not give the locals a high look.

The middle-aged man finally stopped at a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items. The items were good, but the prices were not fair. Walking around, there were very few people who took out fairy money from their pockets. The man stood in front of an ancient bronze sword placed horizontally on a special sword stand, and did not move for a long time. There are four characters of "Da Fang Qu Huang" in Xiaozhuan.

Looking at the man in the long gown with the sword on his back who bowed his head and bowed his head carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What do you look at, can you afford it? You are an ancient Quhuang imitation sword, and you want a lot of snowflake money, go and buy it." Go, it’s really eye craving, go somewhere else.”

The middle-aged man probably didn’t have a big pocket or a straight waist, so instead of being annoyed, he turned his head and asked the old man with a smile, “My lord, this is yellow. , one of the eight cart-horses in which they rode"

The old shopkeeper glanced at the long sword behind the man's back, and his face turned slightly better, "He's not bad enough to be blind, yes, it's the Qu Huang who was scattered by Bajun. Eight famous swords were created with painstaking efforts, named after the eight horses. This person has a weird temper. He forged the sword and was willing to sell it. After selling it, there are countless imitations in later generations. This ancient sword that dared to engrave the word "big imitation" before Quhuang, is an excellent imitation, and naturally the price is extremely expensive. It has been placed in my shop for more than 200 years. Young man , you definitely can’t afford it.”

The man didn’t have a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man. He looked away from the ancient sword, started to look at other rare objects, and finally stood in front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall. The lady in the painting sat sideways, covering her face and weeping. If you keep your ears upright to listen, there is actually a weeping and whining voice coming out of the picture scroll.

The old shopkeeper hehe said, "I never thought that I would actually meet someone who knows the goods. The two pieces you have seen for the longest time in my shop are the best things in the shop. The boy is not bad, and there is not much money in his pocket. The vision is not bad. Why, I used to be rich and powerful in my hometown, and my family was in trouble, so I started to walk alone in the rivers and lakes. I carried a sword that was not worth a lot of money, and hung a broken wine pot, so I thought I was a ranger."

The man is still looking at the magical picture scroll. He has heard people say that there are many calligraphy and paintings in the world that were destroyed by the previous dynasty. By chance, the words will give birth to the meaning of grief and anger, and some of the picture scroll characters will also become beautiful. The object is sad and heartbroken alone in the painting.

The man turned his head and said with a smile: "You Xia, I don't care about the amount of money."

The old man sneered and said, "This kind of nonsense can only be said by a young man who hasn't been in the rivers and lakes for two or three years. I think you are not young, so I guess the rivers and lakes are gone in vain, or you walked by the pond. It should be a real rivers and lakes."

The man was still not angry, pointed to the wall hangings, and asked, "How much is this picture of a lady?"

The old man waved his hand, "Young man, don't make fun of yourself."

The man smiled and said: "If I can afford it, what will the shopkeeper say, give me one or two worthless items, how about it?"

The really boring old man who guarded the ancestral shop year after year suddenly showed his fighting spirit, pointed to a multi-treasure stand near the gate, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, see, as long as you can afford the fairy money , on the shelf over there, choose three things as you like, and I will frown when the time comes, I will take your last name."

The man nodded with a smile.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and said: "I won't say much about the origin of this picture of a lady. Anyway, you can see that it is good. If you can get the three Xiaoshu money, you can take it away. If you can't get it out, hurry up." Get out."

The man turned his head to look at the portrait on the wall, then turned his head to look at the old shopkeeper, and asked if the one-stop price was not negotiable. After looking at the empty shop and the gate, he walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, took out three fairy coins on the table, covered them with his palm, and pushed them towards the old shopkeeper, who also glanced at the shop. At the door, the moment the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, moved to his side, raised his palm, and after confirming that it was the genuine three Xiaoshu money, he grabbed it in the palm of his hand, put it in his sleeve, raised his head and said with a smile: "This time I was wrong. You kid can do it. You have some skills. You can make me look wrong even if you have a pair of sharp eyes."

The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and choose three things that are pleasing to the eye."

The old shopkeeper laughed loudly, and walked out of the counter, "Go ahead, do business, you still need to be honest, I'll help you put this picture of a lady in the box, don't worry, the brocade box alone is worth two snow Spending money will not spoil such a precious portrait."

The man was looking around in front of the multi-treasure shelf at the door, and the old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait, and kept looking at the man from the corner of his eye when he put it in a precious brocade box.

Damn it, if I knew this guy was so rich in pockets, he spent a lot of money, what kind of lottery he was talking about, and he got three of them in one go, now he started to feel very distressed.

When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper was a little relieved that he didn't lose much, but when the guy finally chose a black jade seal that had not yet been carved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper's eyelids trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Boy, What's your last name?"

The man was still a little hesitant at first, but when the old shopkeeper came out, he decisively put it in his hands, turned his head and said with a smile: "My surname is Chen."

The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will be named Chen as you from now on, and you can put that seal back, okay?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "In business, you still have to be sincere."

The old shopkeeper said angrily: "I think you might as well stop being a bullshit ranger and become a businessman. You will definitely become very rich in a few years."

The old man said so, but he actually made a lot of money. He was in a good mood and poured a cup of tea for the guest surnamed Chen for the first time.

The man didn't have the idea of ​​leaving immediately, one was thinking about whether he could sell the big imitation Quhuang again, and the other was thinking about hearing some deeper things about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper, so they just drank tea and chatted .

The man knew a lot of inside stories that the old coachman had never heard of.

Shujian Lake is the paradise of Shanze Yexiu. Smart people will get along very well, but stupid people will be extremely miserable. Here, there is no distinction between good and bad monks, only the difference between high and low cultivation bases, and the depth of calculations.

The business is prosperous, and there are many shops, full of surprises.

Those who are desperate or in trouble elsewhere can often find shelter here. Of course, if you want to feel comfortable, don't expect extravagantly.But as long as you have a pig's head in your hand and find the right temple, your life will not be difficult from now on.How to get along after that, each depends on his ability, depending on the big mountain, and helping with money and effort is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, there are not no heroes who have endured humiliation for many years and finally rose to become the overlord of one party.

Outside the shop door, the time is long.

In the shop, the old man chatted quite happily.

There was once a Nascent Soul cultivator who was an Immortal Master of Genealogy, joined forces with a Jindan Sword Cultivator, probably because he felt that he could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent, swaggered, held a banquet on a large island in Shujian Lake, and distributed heroic posts widely , invited all the earth immortals and Longmen Realm monks in Shujian Lake, and threatened to end the chaotic pattern of Shujian Lake without a leader, and to be the king of the rivers and lakes who commands the heroes.

At the banquet, none of the more than [-] Shujian Lake island owners who were present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded desperately, or flattered them out of their hearts. Wang Fa, there are also some silent island owners.As a result, after the banquet dispersed, some people had already secretly stayed on the island, and began to hand out votes, make suggestions, and explain in detail the background and strengths of the mountains of Shujian Lake.

It's just the next scene, even if it makes all the monks in Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of their age, they feel very happy.

That night, more than [-] monks from different islands flocked to surround the island.

Using nearly 900 pieces of magic weapons, together with more than 200 dead warriors raised by their respective islands, they smashed to death those two invincible Nascent Soul monks and Golden Core Sword Cultivator.

The ones with the most determined killing intent happened to be the group of "Island Masters who took the lead in surrendering".

The man listened very attentively, so he casually asked Jie Jiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao.

The old shopkeeper became more and more enthusiastic.

It is said that Zhenjiang Jiejiang is amazing now.

Two years earlier, a little devil came and became Zhenjun Jiejiang's closed disciple. He was born out of blue and was better than blue. Ten cardigan ladies, and more than a hundred people, were slaughtered by that "big loach", and most of them died horribly.

Afterwards, for some reason, he killed that senior brother from the same sect, another bloody killing, the ferocity of that "big loach" was fully revealed, and he slammed his mouth many times, no longer for killing, but purely to satisfy the killing desire Fun, wherever you go, there are broken limbs all over the ground.

After that, the master and apprentice, like a broken bamboo, occupied many nearby islands with deep-rooted influence from other families.

Those who obey will prosper and those who oppose will perish. It is said that many young and beautiful girls were kidnapped by that little devil with no hair. Miss.

Since then, Shujian Lake has not had a peaceful life. Fortunately, it was also a fight between gods and gods, and finally it did not affect a remote place like Chishui City.

The little devil surnamed Gu was assassinated several times by his enemies afterwards, but he didn't die. Instead, his arrogance became more and more domineering and arrogant. With the nickname of "Prince on the Lake", the little devil even came to Chishui City in the spring of this year. The battle and ostentation were no worse than that of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the secular dynasty.

The old shopkeeper chatted happily, but the man didn't say much and remained silent.

At dusk, the old man sent the man out of the shop, saying that he was welcome to come again, and that he would be fine if he didn't buy anything.

The middle-aged man nodded. When he got up, he had already packed three small items into his sleeves, and left with the brocade box under his arm.

The old man was a little puzzled, as if the man had lost his mind when he left

The old man no longer pursued it, and walked back to the shop shaking his head.

Today's big business is really closed for three years, and opened for three years. He wants to see, in the future, who will dare to say that he is not the material for business among the gang of black-hearted bastards next to the shop.

As for whether the man would come back to buy the big imitation Qu Huang after he left, and why he forced a smile on his face after listening to it, there was no smile at all, only silence, the old shopkeeper didn't care much.

What about the fight between the immortals in Shujian Lake, what about Little Devil Gu, what about life and death and grievances and grievances, anyway, they are all other people's stories.

After the customer left the shop, he walked slowly.

Life is not a story in a book. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow and joy are all in the pages of the book, but how easy it is to turn the pages of the book, and how difficult it is to mend the human heart.

Who said it, Cui Dongshan Lutai Zhu Lian

Can't remember.

After walking dozens of steps, the middle-aged man stopped and sat on a step between two shops.

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