Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Many years later, the sword scorpion thirteen princes stood in front of the cavalry, and they would think of the clear afternoon that Sangwen took him to pick the girl, the same helplessness, the same headache.

At that time, Baoyuelou was already the world's premier selling gold cave. The courtyards were distributed like the other houses on the palace. They were distributed on the banks of the slim lake on the back of the building. There were thin ice on the lake, there was snow on the ice, and there were countless pieces in the snow. The red petals of the wind blowing from the branches of the lakeside.

Yes, like blood and snow, it's cold and hot, just like the mind of the young powerful man who wrote the notice. But this is more like a bowl of noodle soup. The white tender noodles are floating in the beautiful noodle soup. The dried sea peppers cut by scissors are so brightly irritating to the diners' eyes and noses.

Wang Hao took a deep breath and rubbed his nose. He shook his head sadly. He put the chopsticks on the table twice, wore the noodle soup, picked up a chopstick noodle, and ate it delicately and elegantly. He ate the swan But the speed is extremely fast, and in a short while, only the white noodle soup is left in the bowl.

He didn't stop, he took the bowl and drank it.

As Deng Ziyue returned to Beijing from Suzhou, the girl named Swan Wen looked at the fortune-telling face with a gentle face. Although it is not clear why adults have such an arrangement, it is certainly not a general figure.

It is not normal, the birth is very good, the lips are very thin, the eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are warm and radiant, and since there is a tranquil taste, it is this time that the soup is so fascinating.

Sang Wenjiu stared at the cold spot in Kyoto. Naturally, it was natural to know that eating soup noodles was the most unappealing aspect. Of course, she did not think that the rude man had something to eat and deserve to be despised. However, the young man watching this fortune-telling can turn the noodles into a poem, and it is also very elegant.

Wang Hao put the noodle bowl on the table, frowned and sighed. The eyebrows and the breathing room are all self-deprecating and helpless. He turned to Sang Wen and watched the mandible a bit wide, but looked at the extraordinarily gentle woman and said: "You give me a girl?"

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"Girl and noodle soup, you can only choose the same." Somehow, Sang Wen felt that the young man in front of him was very cute, and laughed with a smile: "Since the noodles in the soup were picked, the girl still forgets."

Wang Hao said with a bitter face: "Even if you are working, you have to work hard."

Sang Wen quietly said: "You are not working for adults."

Wang Hao suddenly calmed down and said softly after half a sigh: "This soup has already been drunk. Just don't understand, as a girl, how can I make a bowl of noodle soup for me?"

Sang Wenwei. Immediately smiled and said: "I am a ground soup, and Dean Chen likes it."

When Wang Hao listened to the name of the man, he was shocked and moved: "This is a blessing to the little one."

Sang Wen gently said, finally said: "Just ask the gentleman to know something. Although the soup is too hot, I can't drink it... but if the soup is cold, it will not drink."

The girl does not know what this sentence means. Just follow Fan Fan’s instructions and take such a sentence. However, Wang Hao knows what he wants. The original agreement said that before entering Beijing, he had to bring the head of Xiaojianxiong to Fan Xian’s body, but now Fan has been in Nanjing for a long time. There is no movement for myself... not to mention the killing in the valley.

The handsome young man with a sigh sighed again, unable to tell the sadness and sorrow. He picked up the table and snarled and said: "But I... I really don't like to kill."

Sang Wen didn't say anything more about the details of the situation. She didn't know at all, and today's meeting with the fortune teller who claimed to be the iron phase is purely a leisurely way to borrow her long-time eyes and see how the other person's temperament is.

Very true, very pure, this is the whole content that Sang Wen sees from the other party's eyes.

Wang Hao shook his head and sighed. He walked outside the courtyard like a little old man. When he walked to the door of the hospital, he suddenly asked his head and asked: "I am not afraid of someone who is suspicious afterwards."

"Mr. is smart, so I will come to me." Sang Wenjing said: "Because Mr. is smart, he naturally knows how to avoid others."

Wang Hao shook his head again and left the Baoyue Building.

After Sangwen returned to the house, after sitting for a long time, the courtyard door was pushed open. A man frowned and asked: "Wen, you came back yesterday, how come you break the building again?"

This man is not a stranger. It was the fan-walking night of the moon, and the flower-protecting messenger who flew in the palm of the hand. The man in the rivers and lakes was infatuated with Sanwen, so he had always had a disgusted feeling about this.

Sang Wen looked up at him and smiled a little. Although his heart was touched by the infatuation of this person, he should not allow the person to know the details of the person. He said: "I am now the treasurer of Baoyuelou. Don't come here, where can I come?"

The man looked at the big bowl on the table and sniffed the faint scent from the inside. He couldn’t help but sneak a sigh of relief. “Give me a bowl and eat it. I haven’t eaten it for a long time.”

Sang Wen glanced at him and said, "I don't have time to spare."

The man said sadly: "You are doing it for others."

Sang Wen didn't have a good air: "When you are this bowl of noodles, it's so delicious? If you really eat it, I'm afraid it will be sad."

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Wang Hao was sad at this time. He was sitting in the shop at the gate of the city. He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, and the round eyes of Ningsuo’s incomparable eyes were delicious. If you eat it one day, Three times, there will always be an urge to vomit.

So the bowl of noodles he didn't move, just drinking the tea next to him, taking a cup and taking a drink, as if he was extremely thirsty.

Dr. Tea, a side of the cold eye, glared at this fortune-telling, thinking that this young man is doing something bad, but he wants to play a **** stick. If you look at this poor, you can only use tea underwater noodles.

After drinking a stomach of tea, the snow that stopped the wind finally fell down. Wang Hao picked up the green scorpion and coughed twice, passing through the gate before the closure, becoming the last person to leave the city today.

Out of the city northbound, seven miles, he stopped on a hill, sitting on a large rock, looked up at the snow branches in the woods, bowed up and took a large bouquet of snowflakes to the mouth and chewed, then Put Suer in the snow and watch the military camp on the other side of the hill.

Kyoto defensive Yuantai camp.

Wang Hao suddenly turned his head, a mouth, wow a spit out, this spit is spit incessantly, the noodle soup that he ate today, and later poured a stomach tea all spit out.

A ugly ugly paste was spit on the clean snow, and he looked very disgusting, especially the hidden faint scent, which was even more irritating.

But Wang Hao didn't vomit again, just ate a bunch of snow, and then stared at the beach on the ground to look closely. After a long while, he sighed: "A good drug can actually make people in the body improve in one day." To such a hegemonic realm."

He shook his head and admired that this medicine is naturally the hand of Fan Xianjing, and he is in the noodle soup. It must be that Fan Xianfa wants to let him do it, but he does not want him to have problems.

This medicine is the yellow pill that Fan Fan used to eat in the Northern Qi Dynasty and the two great masters of the wolf peaches. In addition to the fact that they will collapse some afterwards, there is not much side effect.

Of course, Wang Hao also noticed this, but still smiled bitterly: "Jun's honey, my arsenic, this medicine is poison to me, almost killed me."

It’s just that Fan Xianding will not be so kind to help Wang Hao increase the coefficient of success. As for what he plans to do, Wang Hao does not understand.

As the night gradually came, Wang Hao stood up. Without looking at the green squatting beside him, he used the cover of darkness to go to the Kyoto garrison Yuantai battalion. He wanted to kill the target and kept hiding in the camp. It is only the identity of a school official, and the defense of the body is not very strict.

It’s just that Wang Hao really doesn’t like to kill people. Since he came out from home, he has never had blood in his hands. He pity the world and respect all life. It’s under the strong suppression of Fan’s leisure. He tried countless times and there is no way. To assassinate a person who has no hatred with himself.

This will continue the name of the vote to today.

In fact, Fan Xian’s recipe in Tang Lijia is a stimulant. He wants Wang Sanlang to be more brave and more violent, but he did not expect that this composition would be of no use to Shi Lang. Instead, it hurts the other side.

So Wang Sanlang is still calm at this time... and compassionate. It’s just that since he hasn’t become mad, he knows that the most powerful of the archers is his eyesight. In the darkness, archery is the easiest to play. Why should he choose this timing?

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In a corner camp of Yuantai Day Camp. Yan Xiaoyi’s biological son, Yan Shen, was carefully repairing the arrow with a feather hinge. His hands were extremely stable. The abnormality of the long feather attached to the tail is smoothed. If you want to do something good, you must first sharpen it. He has a pair of archers who should have the hands and can repair their arrows to the fastest and most. quasi.

Yan Dadu Governor has always believed in a truth, away from the parents of children, in order to have a real interest, just as he died of his parents. Hunting for a living in the mountains will only lead to such a cruel and persevering mind, and will be seen by the young and long princess who is going to the mountains to play, bring out the mountains, join the ranks, and create countless military skills with one skill. Lofty status.

Therefore, when Yan Shen was only twelve years old, Yan Xiaoyi drove him out of the house, and attached it to the princess. The princess also knew the number one general of his own. Although Yan Xiaoyi was gentle, he never lost. After honing, after his art, he was secretly sent to the Kyoto garrison.

Kyoto Guardian, now controlled by the Qin family.

Except for the confidants of several senior generals and the princess, no one knows that Yan Shun, the son of the Northern Territory Governor, is an insignificant school official in the Kyoto garrison.

Yan Shen is as his own name, does not like to communicate with people, only loves to communicate with the arrows, so there is no partner in the army, only a group of subordinates who have personally trained themselves, and a group of subordinates who are loyal to the princess.

On that day, in the outskirts of Kyoto, the sacred temple of the two sacrifices, the three stone masters, was the first action of Yan Shen. He believes that the action is very successful, because he does not know what happened later, so the self-confidence that has been suppressed in the heart has emerged. He believes that no one other than his father can resist his long-range attack.

Even the master of the nine products can not, the effective distance of the weapon determines the life and death on the battlefield. This is a high-mindedness that Yan Xiaoyi has never forgotten to educate his son.

Because of self-confidence, he is arrogant, so he is arrogant. When he heard that his father and Jiangnan Road were both in a hurry and were recalled to Kyoto, and the two sides may have to fight in the martial arts that have been suspended for many years, Yan Shen alone could not sit still.

He admires his father, but for the dazzling little fan, there is actually a hint of inner worship and jealousy.

The young people in the world are like this, and Yan Shen alone can't be excused. So he wants to try what kind of great supernatural power the little fan has. On the one hand, he tries to test the depth of the other side for his father. On the other hand, he is also uncomfortable with the temptation to shoot the famous fan of the world under the arrow. Temptation, whether it is for the father or for the Royal Princess, the death of Fan Xian is undoubtedly an irresistible honey.

But he did not dare to do it automatically, because he was a soldier, he would not make unauthorized actions to disturb the overall situation, he must wait for the instructions of the elders.

The elders commanded, but the strange thing is that... the one who commanded himself was actually the old man in the army who knew his own details and also won the fear of himself.

Yan Shen had a big doubt and was puzzled. However, she did not have time to inform the princess. She had to work alone. She shot an arrow in the snowy night but was blocked by the green.

Some nights afterwards, he was somewhat helpless to discover that Fan’s guardianship was dripping, and he was secretly watching between the snow forests. He could not find the slightest chance, especially those black horses that had been killed in the hospital. Near the team, it is possible to plow the entire hill at any time.

He only knows that he underestimated Fan Xian, underestimated the supervision institute, and did not dare to tamper with it. Therefore, he has been retiring. He only retired after a round of invalidation and invalidation. He returned to Kyoto from the valley and returned to Qin. Be blamed.

After returning to the camp, he fell into deep thought. The elders in the army secretly looked after each other. They had to go to Kyoto to keep the old things. Qin did not know too much. Going to do something that looks a little messy?

Then there was news of the killing of the valley.

He is a soldier. His political sense of smell is not so sharp, but he also knows that his father seems to have been dragged down by Qin. In other words, Qin’s father was dragged down by the princess.

The elders finally clung to the group, and they were like a proton of elders who did not speak each other but showed their hearts.

Yan Shen shook his head, not very disgusted with this role-playing, just thinking that under such strong pressure, the little fan should not live for many days.

He put the small hinge of the right hand on the table, rubbed the arrow with his steady hands, and blinked his eyes. Then he nodded with satisfaction, took out the long bow next to him, and put the long and beautiful feather arrow on the string. On the top, slightly pull the bow, aiming at the open space in the barracks.

The small arm moved slightly to the right, and the arrow pointed to it was the thick cotton curtain at the main entrance of the barracks.

Yan Shen is full of calm face. Said: "Come out."

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The cotton curtain was slowly opened, and Wang Hao walked in with apologetic apology. He did not dare to go further under the threat of the long bow, but stood at the door. Sighed: "I'm sorry."

Yan Shen alone squinted and looked at the person in front of him and his age. His eyesight was amazing. He had already recognized that this person was the younger singer who had sneaked away his own soul.

He knows that although his guardian's identity is kept secret, there is not much guard to protect himself, but in such a late night, the other party can be guarded by layers of the Yuantai camp. Quietly close to his barracks, this skill is extremely high.

If in the past, Yan’s cautious habits. At this point, he has already shot this arrow on the bow. For anyone who wants to attack himself, Yan Shen alone will let the other party lose his life.

But it is very strange, facing this strange figure, Yan Shen is not loose. Just cold and cold said: "Who are you?"

Wang Hao slowly bowed his head and said sorry: "My name is Wang Sanlang, and I am ordered to kill you. I am not willing if I am willing."

Yan Shen used the arrow tip to aim at the man's eyebrows, his hands were stable, and the bow was not trembled. It seems that there will be no fatigue when he pulls for another 10,000 years.

The killing of the arrow is already reflected in the other's mind. He does not think anyone in the world can escape this arrow. Therefore, when he heard that the other party was self-supporting to kill himself, Yan Shen was not alone but not panic, but instead had a bit of coldness: "Fan leisure?"

Wang Hao went to a ceremony and said helplessly: "Besides him. Who else in this world can force me to kill people?"

The snow outside the barracks has already stopped, but after the night, the wind is rising again, whistling like the desperate screams of the mountain beasts, passing through thick cotton curtains and hitting people's eardrums. Yan Shen alone looked at the person who was apologetic in front of her, and there was a chill in her heart. Why did the face of this Thirteen Lang not see a trace of tension and murder, but only endless grief and guilt.

An assassin, what does he need to guilty?

Guilty kills himself?

Yan Shen is not chaotic, but it is cold. If the other party is not pretending to be a mystery, then there must be the ability to kill oneself. It is like hunting a beast in the mountains. Facing a child's arrow, a bearded scorpion with a thick skin will still steadily lick the bark, which is very comfortable, because the bear scorpion knows that the arrow does not kill itself.

Can this arrow shoot himself in front of the thirteen lang?

For the first time, Yan Shen Du Qingsheng had doubts about the arrows in his hands, because in that snowy night, the green scorpion had moved.

"Can you talk?" Wang Hao sighed and licked his unusually dry lips and said, "I don't have to kill you. If you are willing to follow me, you will not be involved in this world, and you will abolish your martial arts. Broke the connection with the world, let the world think that you are dead... Fan leisure will eliminate this tone, and his purpose will be achieved, I will not kill you."

Yan Shen did not laugh, but she felt ridiculous.

So he let go.

The arrow is like a black line, and it goes away. The moment seems to be above the string of Yan Shen’s bow. The next moment has already arrived in front of Wang Hao!

Then Yan Shen saw a scene that made his heart shocked. He saw Wang Hao’s foot movements and even three steps. After three steps, the whole person returned to the place where he had previously stood.

What about the arrow?

The arrow stalked the infinitely windy feathers and rubbed Wang Hao’s cheeks, passing through the thick cotton curtains, slamming into the endless darkness, and mingling with the whistling winds, listening again. Missed.

It seems like a simple three-step, but Yan Shen’s eyes are already tightened, and the mystery inside can be seen. In such a short distance, one can avoid one's own speed, and it needs more than just the reaction speed of terror. There is also a high degree of infuriating control that matches it!

Who is the other party? Where did such a master come from? How can I sell for my leisure?

Three doubts rushed into the mind of Yan Xiaoyi. However, his men did not slow down. They had already shot three feather arrows and turned them into three electric lights. They shot at the upper, middle and lower roads of Wang Hao, but his people It was a small knife that turned over and broke through the camping cloth in the back. It broke into the darkness. This series of actions and three arrows have already consumed him too much energy. He has no spare energy to call for help, and he also knows the soldiers in the camp. Even if you come over, you can't save yourself in front of this mysterious fortune teller.

After the camp, Yan Shen is still holding a bow and arrow, but he did not shoot it. He looked at Wang Hao in front of him like a ghost. He didn’t know how the other side escaped the three arrows, and how could he block it before he The way back.

Fortunately, Yan Shen was so eye-opening that she saw the blood flowing down the sleeves of Wang Hao’s sleeves. The other side was injured. This fact made Yan Shen’s heart sway, and the seemingly mysterious footwork could not completely escape the Yanmen God. arrow!

The sky has not fallen, the wind is whizzing past, rolling up the ground and residual snow, no different from falling snow.

Wang Hao looked down at the sleeves of his blood immersed in the blood, shook his head and said: "I really don't want to kill."

"Then why are you coming?" Yan Shen blinked and asked coldly.

"Because..." Wang Wei looked at the night sky overhead with some doubts. "Because I have to help Fan, for the peace of the world, for the balance of the whole continent, for the hometown, or for what? I must help him."

"The peace of the world is sent to one person? Fan Xian is not his majesty..." Yan Shen alone left back and slightly bent, will be against his own arrow, while talking, while secretly preparing.

"My family is no longer there." Wang Hao sighed and said: "To make peace in the world, I must help him, I have to be sorry for you... But in the age of big, the sacrifice of the little man is always needed."

Little person? Yan Shen alone never looked at himself like this. He is the son of the Metropolitan Governor, the descendant of Yanmen Archery, and the man of the world in the future, just killing the second sacrifice of a temple. How can you die if your own glory has not been completely released?

Wang Hao looked up again and looked at the sky. He seemed to look at the starry sky through the thick layer of clouds in the sky. He said faintly: "I hope I didn't help the wrong person."

Look up at the sky. How can such a good opportunity disappear?

Yan Shen alone stood up, controlled the string and shot, and even sent seven arrows, then touched the arrow with one hand and pulled out the last arrow... winding, stringing, shooting!

The seven arrows are in front, and the most powerful arrow is hidden in the end.

Yan Shen is no longer satisfied with his own cultivation as it is today. It is the peak of his life that can be shot. Even more powerful than his father's year, such a terrible arrow attack, he believes. Even if the opposite station is Fan Xian, Fan Xian can't hide.

But he forgot that the way everyone fights is different. If Fan wants to commit suicide, he will be very sinister and poisonous and then poisoned, and then pricked and stabbed. Will not give him any chance to shoot arrows.

If Fan is coming to kill him, Yan Shen alone must not be able to keep the whole body, and it will be very dead. very ugly.

The Wang Sanlang seems to be gentle and heart-warming, and the chosen mode of operation is actually a brave and terrifying thing that is completely different from his appearance.

It is terrible.

Wang Hao directly rushed over, like a big bird flying in the night, his wings were stretched, the wind was so badly wounded, he turned his eyes and stabbed his body's seven feather arrows, his eyes were sharply radiant, his right hand was explored. . Directly caught the horrible arrow of the last party!

When the number of sounds began, the arrows pierced the body of Wang Hao, but his body swam in the air, did not hurt the vital parts, but passed through the shoulders and arms.

With a bang, the last arrow slid from the right hand of Wang Shuo, like a wheel with gravity on a rough road, with a very audible friction.

In the night sky, it seems that there is a faint smell of burning. Wang Hao’s right hand is rubbed by the lightning bolt. What kind of high speed does this high temperature mean?

However, the arrow finally stopped before it was about to enter the eye socket of Wang Hao, only one inch. He just took this arrow with a flesh and blood hand!

His people have also swept to Yan Shen’s body like a bird, only one foot.

Wang Hao snorted, anti-wrist, inserted the arrow tip into Yan Shen’s heart, and it was inevitable.

Yan Shen squatted down, looked at the blood and arrows in the chest, looked at the **** assassin in front of him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, so he sat in front of his barracks and twitched physically. A few times.

He forgot what his father had taught him. As an arrowman, the effective distance of the weapon determines life and death, and he is too close to the person in front of him.

Wang Wei gasped and stood in front of him, watching the archer who was weakly breathing, and said: "Winter Arrow Brother, peace of mind."

Yan Shen alone until the moment of death, he realized that he was really just a small person in this big era, but the arrow-hunter, who died under his own arrow, is not a good destination? It’s just... not reconciled... He ruthlessly transported his whole body and stretched forward, trying to catch the assassin, wanting to kill each other, and trying to kill the coming death.

Fingertips touched Wang Hao's belt, a cold blood in the tentacles, hooked up a thing, Xiaojian brother Yan Shen alone finally force, a sigh in the throat, a head off, and died.

Wang Hao straightened up, released his right hand, looked at the long scary scar of the palm, looked down at the seven feather arrows inserted in his body, looked at the blood of the body, could not help but cry, whispered Said to myself: "It hurts me..."

He endured the pain, and took out the Yuantai camp by the night and night, and returned to the hill, picked up the green, and disappeared into the night again.

A few months later, Fan Xian knew about the killing, silent for a moment, and shook his head and sighed: "Thirteen Lang, the Warrior, the idiot also."

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