There is a small town called "small town" near Qize, home county. It''s small and interesting. City, market. In the past, there was no one here, the five countries fought, and the people moved here to avoid the war, but the successors gradually prospered and formed today''s small town. People in the town "923" go out to hunt animals, and there are also farmers. Sometimes they are redundant. Most markets sell a few dollars, or exchange some self-sufficient things for self-sufficiency. In addition to the ordinary, there are some extraordinary things.


    Lotus pond. The moon can print the atrium. Rouge, red makeup, Qingfeng tourism, silk carving war.


    "Fan, I''m your mother now. I have a dowry. The two shadows depend on each other," said the woman sleepwalking.


    The man named Xiaofan held his wife tighter, as if he was afraid that his wife would leave and said, "Xueyao, we won''t separate again. Don''t have a second time.


    Xueyao smiled sweetly and looked at the lotus in the lotus pond, snow-white, pink and shy. At the thought of this, there were two red clouds on his face. It was happiness, satisfaction and a quiet ending.


    What about it? "Xueyao looked at an old sword, which was inserted on the ground a few feet apart.


    Xiao Fan listened to Xueyou''s question and looked at it. The ancient sword is not like iron and jade is not like jade. It always exudes a warlike atmosphere. He was sad and said, "over the years, the five countries have killed each other, and the Jianghu, blood and wind are all because of it." this name is Zhu Xian. In fact, it''s to punish people. I don''t want future generations to fight for it. "


    When Xiaofan comes to the ancient sword, the air gathers in the Dantian, and his lips and teeth are restless.


    "Good luck and repentance, Yuanzhen.


    Dark luck is powerful. Only hands can pull it out. For a while, the wind is strong, and the world has changed. The wind is rising, and the clouds are thick, covering the moon.


    Xiaofan looked at him for a moment with the old sword in his hand. Thinking about his past and remembering the stories of his ancestors was like a dream like fireworks.


    Within nine days, there should be no you. You will still appear. You don''t know that this is human good and evil. "Xiaofan sighed in a low voice, as if he were with a friend who has been with him for a long time." since no one knows where you come from, no one should know where you are.


    Holding a sword in his hand, he flew alone. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed. At this time, little Fanton remained motionless in the air. He saw half a month of moonlight scattered all over his body. Suddenly, five fingers clenched and one hand threw the old sword powerfully into heaven. The old sword flew straight for nine days, as if to break through the sky and run beyond nine days. After a few days of rest, Zhao Jie finally recovered slowly. It was more in line with his extraordinary physique. He drank all the northerners with a thousand cups of drunken physique again, showing the northern star style of the first idol.


    The ordinary and elegant prince from ancient to modern times, this time he saw his third brother wake up completely because of misfortune, and his eyebrows soared all day. In the past few days, even one person secretly giggled. Gu Tianzhong bumped into him several times, and Gu Tianle didn''t take it for granted. We can''t let the third and second silly idea in life.


    This is not the rule of the army. The marshal in the north is very strict. He drank a lot of innocent wine at the reception. In the winery, he raised his kettle and sang Ruoshi. The sound of footsteps disappeared. He became an unruly image of the sage of Jiuxian poetry. Not only that, northerners will be forced to sing poetry, which can make the world in the North difficult and make suffocating faces red . all the regrets were not brought about by the generals'' bookkeepers.


    We should know that the Han people are martial arts, and everyone can dance swords and sticks. This is no problem. It is also a Chinese custom to enjoy a banquet with the help of martial arts. It should be said that none of these generals has a 13 set of skills to help wine, but this kind of dance is much worse than this, even nonsense.


    It can be said that the Great Han man was concentrated in the capital or other countries, but in the north, the soldiers suffered all year round, and it was difficult for the generals to recite poems and poems.


    However, the discipline of the Great Han army was extremely strict. No matter on any occasion or the commander''s ancient words, the following generals did not dare to come out of denial. For a while, there were many jokes.


    Looking at a city in Taiyuan, there was a lot of noise at the gate of the big city, because they were all their families. The left back turned Lu Kuil red for a long time, and finally came out with four words. We didn''t understand poetry, but we felt very comfortable. Even several drunken generals took the lead. Lu Qier couldn''t help seeing that he was complacent and busy learning culture and soil Say goodbye.


    This ancient day can no longer resist music. Laughter and scolding will kick the ball off.


    "Nonsense, three bowls of wine!


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    Seeing the Marshal''s speech, LV Qier was elated and said in his heart, it''s no problem for me to drink. If the marshal talks nonsense and sings another song, he won''t want my ball life. He is busy drinking. For a while, don''t say three bowls, ten bowls of wine.


    Fortunately, Zhao Jie''s guards and black riders have followed the jade queen before. Although the style is not high, it is understandable that after the Jade Emperor, his ears and eyes have also made some wine poems. Or the whole party may be the previous two songs. "Your Highness, make one for us, too.


    Maybe he drank too much. The fallen earth changed a low-key in the later stage. He was the most active in the middle of the reception. At this moment, he found Zhao Jie.


    Bohr, the Third Prince of our family, pull up the mountains and rivers, where to do what poetry!


    Coward, what do you want my brother to do? Enough, dead ball!


    It should be said that Zhao Jie is the first idol in the north. When he saw the idol in trouble, the fans the size of the wine table were full of anger. They all wanted to swallow the ball on the road.


    Never mind. Listen to the ball. “


    "Get angry and take a rest from the appendix and drizzle. Look up like your eyes and raise the roar of the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty meritorious dust and earth, 8000 miles of clouds and moon. Don''t wait like idle, white youth''s head and empty sadness“


    Jiayu was ashamed, but it still didn''t snow; the subjects regretted when they would die. The long car broke down and Helan Mountain was short of money. Zhao zicui smiled and drank the blood of salt slaves. Step back, clean up those ancient mountains and rivers. Fly to the sky“


    In this scene, a song was heard red by the king of the earth and blurted out. Zhao Jie knocked on the wine cabinet with a powerful sound and majestic momentum. Although the generals in the North did not understand poetry, even the beautiful feeling of the party was infected with the instant blood boiling. Zhao Jie, do it again.


    The ancient music that had just fallen on the wine cabinet suddenly looked up and excited. Others couldn''t hear it, but it could be said that it was the jade after the disciples kissed by the ancient music. I couldn''t hear this wonderful sound.