Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The battlefield under the tree is already quiet. Jinyiwei uses a horse-drawn carriage to transport a lot of rivers in the Yuquan River. The barrels turn off the clear water and rush to the streets. In the twinkling of an eye, the dust on the ground is washed away, leaving only the soil. Those wet and clean slate.

There are Jinyiwei around watching the defense, and there are also related tricks in the various houses in the public housing, so there is no change around this piece of Dingxiang Lane. The stone wall behind the courtyard has also been re-sealed by temporary materials. In short, the town has to restore this area as much as possible in a very short period of time.

In the palace, I don't want to open this thing at this time. After all, Tan Wu and others are dying, and it is difficult to build a slashing tiger. After all, we must also consider the military's attitude, so we are ready to press for a while.

The birds in the morning shouted, and the Jinyiweis looked up and looked at the sky without whiteness. They thought that the birds were getting up early. Do they know what happened here?

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The sneak under the tree wiped a drop of cold sweat from the forehead, cursing a few insomniac in the heart, carefully hiding his figure in the darkness before dawn, far from the wounded team of Jin Yiwei The direction of the north city is gone.

There are no pedestrians on the long street, and there is no buzz on the streets of the past. He jumped on the two-story neighborhood buildings, and I believe no one will find him.

The stretcher team has been far away from the small courtyard and entered a yard, but I don’t know if it’s a North Town or a Thirteen. The wounded were placed in several rooms and waiting for treatment, and some of the **** doctors were busy.

Fan idled to the rear and waited behind several bamboo baskets under the corner.

Not too long. There was a few sullen screams in one room, but the voice was very small, but it was clearly passed to his ears. After the interest rate, a person climbed down from the wall. Some of the movements were sluggish. After falling to the ground, he carefully arranged his clothes and confirmed the waist card. Then he walked to the West Street.

Fan leisurely watched the man wearing the clothing of Jinyiwei. Although the man's hat was very tightly worn, there were still a few white flowers flying out. As he walked slowly, the white hair trembled and he was so desolate in the night wind.

Looking at the person getting farther and farther away, Fan’s eyes were exposed to the cold outside the deep hat. It was a little weird to find that the other side’s walking was not good enough to know that the old comrade’s legs were cut off by themselves.

He followed up and the two walked west along the quiet long street. Although there were still people guarding the intersections, Sean wore the clothes of Jinyiwei, killing people in the partial room and winning the cards, so that he had several levels in amazement.

Fan Fan is like a ghost that disappears into the night, far and wide. I slammed a few passes with ease.

On the way, at a normal home, Sean took a break.

At the rear. On the roof of another ordinary person, Fan Xian also took a break.

Then the two men got up again and again, and before the sky did not have a big Ming, the big net that Jinwei Weizhi had drilled, came to the Xichengmen.

After the opening of the city gate, the vegetable farmers who had been there for a small half of the time outside the door had handed in the documents that they had done well, and they rushed in. And Sean also used this chaos to mix up the high gates. After a while, the old man who had spent the rest of his life had traveled hard to the foot of Yanshan on the west side of the capital. Next to the chaotic forest.

Fan Xian is far behind the suffix, the eyes of the two sharp eyes, staring at the direction of the old comrades. After a while, Sean came out from the end of the mountain forest, and he had already put on a tattered shirt on his body. The old man in the village and the old man in the village often dyed the black stove ash. He didn’t know where to pick up so much from the back. The dry wood, on the back like a hill.

At this time, the sun has risen from the east, shining between the quiet forests, and the mist has been dispersed in the air, and the air is clear.

Anyone who sees the old man will think that this is a very hard-working old farmer who picks up firewood in the morning, and will not associate him with the big spy head of the world that was shocked 20 years ago.

Fan quietly stood in the tree, coldly watching Shaun squatting slowly, but there was a hint of coldness in his heart. Shawn was old after all, not only the body was not as good as before, but even his mind was a little slow. In the morning, when you are heavy, who will choose to come out to collect firewood at this time? The real old farmer collects firewood, and when they are in the mountains, they enter the mountains.

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Quiet outside the city, the city is quiet.

Jin Yiwei’s secret spy report: “The Nanqing Mission is very quiet. It is said that Lin Wen’s adults arranged two songs to accompany Fan Zheng yesterday. They didn’t sleep very much at night.”

"Do you confirm that Fan is in the mission?" Heavily took off the official uniform at this time, put on the rich clothes, and took a piece of meat in his right hand and sent it to his mouth. The chew was full of oil.

"Yes, adults." The spy respectfully said, "There are brothers who know how to look like they are, and they have been staring out of the hospital."

Heavily stunned, throwing the oily fleshy meat on the table, his eyes were somewhat trapped, and he looked particularly uninspired. He was tossed up all night, and no one was iron-clad. Suddenly he smiled and said "Where is the honest master, why is the person already gone?"

"Yes." The spy suddenly said, "The wolf peaches have gone."

I slowly closed my eyes and didn't know what I was thinking. After a long while, I whispered to myself: "These South Barbarians want us to think that Fan is still in the group. If this time, Fan will be killed, 岂Isn’t they themselves going to eat a sullen loss?”

He opened his eyes and his eyes were as hot and ruthless as the eagle. He said: "The Nan Manzi has learned to count people for more than a decade. I am afraid that they are clever and clever."

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Staring all night, Fan Xian felt a little tired, but his body is overbearing and incomparably so powerful, so he can barely support. Looking at the old man on the forest road, who had some difficulties in walking, he couldn’t help but feel a little admired. He was 70-80 years old. After decades of tossing, he actually played the jailbreak so thoroughly. I don't know where the old guy is coming from the spiritual support.

Fan Xian did not move, because he always felt that some unknown dangers were waiting for himself, and Shaun’s out of town seemed too smooth. Suddenly his heart moved, thinking of a certain possibility, blinking slightly, sliding down the big tree, and retreating back in the opposite direction, disappearing almost, not knowing where to go.

The sun moves westward and inch by inch. Sean moves westward one inch and one inch, and the west is west. It may be dead, it may be pure land.

The mission and Xinyang naturally will not report all the plans to the cedar, but Sean has another backhand. The mountain road goes up and goes up to the end. It is a shallow grassy hillside on the cliff. To the left is a stone road through the Beijing Military Camp. The place where the Shangshan Tiger and Shawn agreed to meet is here.

The reddish gods in Shaun’s eyes have already faded a lot. He slightly shoulders his shoulders and dumped the little wet firewood branches on his body, patted his buttocks and sat down. Since no one has responded, the plan must have been detected by the court of the Qi State. You don’t have to think about it, someone must be here waiting for you.

Like the sly **** on the meadow in the foggy river, Sean once again felt tired and he didn't want to go any more.

"Come out."

His slightly dry lips opened and closed and spit out a few words.

The voice fell, the shallow grass trembled, a swordsman wearing a black shirt slowly came over from the end of the mountain road. The swordsman was extremely high in value, his face was very white, and his eyebrows were slightly vicissitudes. Around the age, the right hand is extremely stable on the hilt of the waist, and the joint between the fingers is prominent. The whole person is like a cold sword.

"What kind of person?" Sean's eyes were slightly stunned, and two cold light shots.

This swordsman is a well-known nine-product master in the Northern Qi Dynasty. It is his apprenticeship that the eight-character giant tree that was slaughtered in the streets of Niulan a year and a half ago.

He Dao’s face was pale and black, and it was like a snow charcoal. He was extremely conscientious in holding the hilt and raised it. The double boxing ceremony said: “The younger generation has seen Mr. Xiao.”

In Beiqi, except for the bitterness, all the people who saw Shaun were only able to hold the ceremony of the younger generation.

"I don't think that the young swordsman of that year has become the most powerful swordsman of Jinyiwei." Shaun coughed twice, still sitting on the ground and gently rubbing his knees.

"It has been many years." He Dao looked at Shawn, and he had a sincere respect on the face. "I am not a dog of Jinyiwei. I am the doorman of the Queen Mother. I am here today to invite Mr. Xiao to rest."

Sean whispered: "You have to know that this world is, after all, your majesty."

He Dao knows what the old man said. The emperor does not want to kill Shawn. He will stand on the position of the Queen Mother and will undoubtedly offend the young emperor. He smiled and looked around: "I thought that today I will see the young Nanyan of the Southern Dynasty who is surnamed Fan."

Sean coughed twice and said: "I can't think of the old man's stagnation, but before the death is just a bait."

"The old man does not need to be hurt, since the surname Fan's knowledge machine retreats, he is lucky."

With a bang, the people pulled out the sword and the whole body, like a flying bird, swept away, and the wrist and elbow bent into a straight line, straightening the heart of Shawn!

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