Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan Xian was shocked, and thought that the sacred and quiet place suddenly came out with such a violent drink. When I saw it, I found out that there was someone in the Qing Temple. It was a middle-aged man in front of him. His eyes were deep and his nose was like an eagle. Hook, looking at the yin.

Seeing each other staring at themselves, Fan Xianxin is somewhat unhappy. He wants to read the historical episodes of his own reading. In the imperial city rules, this Qing Temple is a place where everyone can come. You hide behind the door and scare people. The deputy eagle beats the rabbit's posture, which is very idiotic.

Who is **** willing to be a rabbit.

Fan leisure frowned and said: "Your voice is so loud, and I am not afraid to shock the ears."

Who knows that the middle-aged man looks very serious, pushes it over and whispers: "The speed is gone, some people in the temple are praying, don't bother." This person's dress is obviously a rich family, but speaks, but It is full of official taste.

Fan Xian did not notice this. Since he was a child, he has been slashing graves with his teacher. He has formed a slight cleansing. He looks at his hand closer and closer to his own, his brows are wrinkled, his hands are staggered, and the other's wrists are screwed.

A slamming sound.

Two people, one big and one small, looked at each other with surprise and found that each other's tactics were very similar. They were like a pair of snakes, and they couldn't tear them apart.

"Hey." The middle-aged man snorted and his eyes were full of brilliance. A dark force came out like a river, and he broke into the body from his wrist.

Fan is snoring, where can I think that I will encounter such a master inexplicably, and there is a burning heat in the back. I have been quiet for many years. The overbearing instinct has produced a reaction in a flash. Remember.

The sound of the slamming sound, the dust on the stone steps was lifted by two dark rushes, forming a very strange gray ball, which quickly dissipated.

The two men were separated by a few steps from the earthquake. The middle-aged man coughed twice with his lips. Fan appeared to be expressionless and seemed to have no problem.

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly and said: "Small age, there is such a hegemonic, who is your child."

"Why must I be who I am, I just want to pray in the temple, why do you stop me?" Fan looked at him coldly.

"There are noble people in the temple, and you wait for the teenager." The middle-aged people think that the other party's technique is similar to that of their own. They think that the other person may be a child of Kyoto, and they are old with themselves, so they gradually dissipate their minds. Murder.

There is a smile in Fan’s eyes: “In the Qing Law, there is no rule that the temple will be lined up.”

The middle-aged man frowned and felt that this young boy was so annoying, and he went to the temple with a robes and sleeves. He left Fan Leisure outside the temple.

Fan is open-minded, but it is a bit of boredom in the chest, a sweet throat, and quickly pulls out the handkerchief from the sleeve and licks it. At the time of the previous darkness, fortunately, at the crucial time, his right index finger quietly bounced the other's veins - all of his own understanding of the human body structure is more profound than these martial arts masters, otherwise afraid of being The injury is even heavier.

At this time, he looked at the eyes of this heavy wooden door again, and he was a little more comfortable. He no longer dared to try to push this door that seemed to be unable to move.

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Fan has coughed twice, and the beautiful face has a bit more sturdy color. Since he can't beat each other, he naturally has to retire and leave it for the next day. Just as he turned to leave, he found that the wooden door behind him was open again. The middle-aged master who had hurt himself stood at the door and said coldly: "The old man told me that the young man went to the temple to pray, not to enter the main hall."

After that, he added another sentence: "Don't enter the main hall, have you heard it?"

Fan took a turn and looked at the middle-aged man. He looked at the seemingly unfathomable Sensenqing Temple. The brow wrinkled and the sleeves were smashed. So he stepped through the high threshold and didn’t return. Go to the direction of the temple.

Looking at the young boy after this setback, still not eager to dry, not to retreat, still adhere to the original goal, the middle-aged master's eyes flashed a hint of appreciation.

The middle-aged man closed the temple door and frowned and looked around. He thought that the little rabbit scorpion actually let the boy come to the temple door, and he must practice it at night.

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Qing Temple is a quiet place. Qing people are a very realistic nation. If ordinary people pray, they would rather go to the Dongshan Temple in the west of Kyoto to worship the goddess and the immortals who look like the rich.

However, the people of the Qing Dynasty respected the heavens, and the emperor was the so-called emperor, so the temple was the place where the royal sacrifice was made. Although in the general time, the temple is still open to the people of Kyoto, but no one likes the pressure of this pressure.

The main hall of the Qing Temple is the building that looks like the Temple of Heaven. The two layers of round urns come out in sequence and are very beautiful.

The middle-aged man stood in the hall outside the hall and looked at the nobleman in the temple to appreciate the painting on the wall. He whispered: "According to the meaning of the old man, let the boy go to the temple."

The age of the nobles is about forty years old, and the face can't talk about the British martial arts, but the eyebrows have a fascinating look, but they are diluted by a trace of fatigue that is hard to find.

"Whose boy is the younger brother, I can actually hold you a palm." The nobleman asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man is so high-powered martial arts, but in front of him is really like a follower, honestly replied: "I don't know the subordinates, just just reported to the master, he walked the way, and the way to the home guard is almost the same. ""

The nobles are a little surprised: "Hey? Is it the kid of Li Zhijia?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Although the subordinates have always been too lazy to deal with people, but Jing Wang Shizi still knows."

"Oh." The nobleman snorted again and began to turn his head to look at the murals on the wall. He had too many things to consider every day. It was rare to have such a leisurely time, so he was unwilling to bother with these little things. It is a good thing for a teenager to pray in the temple, but simply think that the country can have more talents.

The middle-aged man was quietly guarded outside the temple, and his eyes were occasionally aimed at the temple.

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After a long time, the voice of the cymbal came from outside the temple, and the frown suddenly frowned and said: "The girl is not resting behind, what is it going to do in the temple?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised. He picked up the whole body and really listened to the voice in that direction. He looked up and said: "The county owner went to the partial hall."

The nobleman frowned: "Noisy..." He suddenly thought of one thing, his face changed slightly: "Let's go and have a look, and... bring the boy to show me."

"Yes." The middle-aged man was desperately trying to leave. Suddenly a bird called outside the temple was opened. Then the temple door was pushed open. A hurrying man ran up and handed him a fire on the top. Painted letters.

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