MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 81 Returning to the blood

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Thirteen Lang heard this sentence, pondered for a moment, did not answer, but stood in front of Fan Xian, slowly took out the sabre at the waist, today's Thirteen Lang is not a young man who walks through the world to experience the hearts of the people. And just follow Fan Fan’s left and right, and refuse to live alone.

Fan Fei’s expression became serious, his right hand climbed to the back, and he took out the great Wei Tianzi sword. If Jianguang’s autumn water was shining, it would be more rippling with the sea water not far away.

Without any warning, the silent sword stabbed a foot in front of Fan’s face.

This is the first time Fan Fan really saw Wang Sanlang's sword, and he also understood why Si Gujian pinned his clothes on the young man. Undoubtedly, Thirteen Lang’s understanding of the meaning of the sword has reached a very high level. When the mind is moving, the tip of the sword is so good that it seems to have exceeded the constraints of the environment.

This is the horror realm brought by the tenacity of the mind. Once the thirteen lang moves the sword, there is no distracting thought in the heart, only this sword.

Fan Zi’s hand in the hands of Fan’s hand is still pointing at the forty-five degrees of the sky. It’s too late to react. It’s pale, and the hegemony of the snowy mountain behind the waist is really explosive. When it’s not allowed, the figure is forcibly pulled up like a sand gull. The wings are swung up and fluttering toward the back of the beach.

A slippery stool is fifteen feet, which is totally different from the strange method that human beings should have.

Wang Shilang's sword assassin, the cold edge of the sword tip slowly converges, but there is a sword mark on the beach in front of him, just like someone has done it, and there is a sword.

A deep trace.

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The two were separated by fifteen feet, and Fan’s hand was still holding the sword of the emperor. He suddenly had an illusion. Thirteen Lang, a seemingly light and direct sword, actually had some Dongyi Inside the city capital. The shadow condenses the smell of a stunned sword that has been spurred by hatred for decades.

He looked at the silent Thirteen Lang. After a long while, he said: "It’s a good sword."

Discourse exports. He discovered that his voice was a little hoarse. I want to come to avoid this simple sword, and my body's instinct is too much in a very short period of time, thus hurting my lungs.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and his pale face gradually returned to the ordinary. I took a deep look at Thirteen Lang. Said: "There is no way forward. This is really your means. Just as usual, you are not so fast. It is so powerful."

"I practiced overbearing instinct, but I couldn't even have a way to pass the first level, but I realized the taste of this kind of skill." Wang Shilang did not work, he closed his eyes slowly and said: "I already thought Passed. Greed is not bad. I have a sword in my hand, why bother to learn the Emperor's school?"

The nameless merit is too overbearing. Especially when the first pass is passed, the mind is completely separated from the body. Complete conflict. Uncontrollable feeling is too much like a fire. It was easy to spend this time. It is because of the last years of his past life. All spent in bed. He has long been accustomed to the vegetative years when he can't move his body and only the brain can move.

Therefore, knowing that Wang Sanlang was not able to embark on the road of hegemony, Fan Xian was not surprised. He was only surprised by the high level of understanding of Thirteen Lang. In such a short period of time, I realized that the hegemonic sinister danger, and possessed such high wisdom and clarity, immediately suspended the search for this aspect.

"If I can't hide this sword just now, would you kill me?" Fan leisurely raised his lips and asked.

Wang Sanlang shook his head after a moment of silence. He was a little tired and sat down directly, sitting on the damp beach. That sword seems simple. It's just a basic elbow movement, but to explode so fast, and to be so determined, has lost too much energy.

In a short time, Thirteen Lang could not pierce the same second sword, just like the shadow in the city government. It is only possible to stab the sword against the four swords.

Fan has clearly mastered this and slowly stepped forward. Going to the side of Thirteen Lang, with an inexplicable emotion said: "Many people say that greed is not bad, even you have such a clear, but I always think that the art does not press the body. Is it wrong? ?"

There was a faint doubt in his eyes: "The four great masters in the world, plus my uncle, I have mastered four doors in the five great arts, and even the leaves of the Ye family are scattered. I have also touched the rough. Decisive."

He sat in front of Wang Sanlang. Frowning and said: "The world, no. It should be said that since ancient times, I have learned so many people who are absolutely unique, only I am one, but today I am forced to retreat by a sword. What is the use of learning so much?"

"If you can learn so much, you have already explained that you are the most terrible person in the world." Wang Sanlang’s simple heart is not the kind of person, he is extremely keenly aware of the feeling of frustration that Fan’s heart is gradually rising. Looked at his eyes and said: "Any martial art requires us to use the most dedicated ideas, to practice for a lifetime, to practice perfection, not to mention the great school left by the great masters... In the short years of a few years, four of them have been practiced to the extreme, which is enough to be jaw-dropping."

Fan Xiu practiced the four major masters, but in the sword of Wang Shilang

However, he must temporarily retreat. He could not help but think of the realm of Si Gujian, as well as the emperor's world, and his heart gave birth to an uncontrollable sorrow.

Wang Sanlang looked at his eyes and said softly: "Your understanding is excellent, especially the incomparable prison of the foundation, plus such good luck... You should be the most powerful person in the world."

"My understanding is only the capital of the Chinese, especially in front of you and the sea otter." Fan Xian took a deep breath and said: "What I can rely on is just diligence, but the manpower is sometimes poor. Even if I am twice as hard as I am now, there is still no way to break the piece of paper."

Today’s leisure, facing the sword of Wang Sanlang’s extravagance, can also be avoided, plus the fact that he has been hiding in his sleeves and hiding in the body, especially his insidious The fighting character, coupled with the ingenuity that the Supervisory Institute has given him...

He is confident that he can defeat each other regardless of any of the nine strong players in the world. Even Wang Sanlang, or Haishu, or the wolf peach, the cloud, once he is against himself, and finally died. It must be the other party.

When Ye Liuyun left the world. Whether it is power or personal cultivation, Fan Xian is undoubtedly the second person in the world.

Wang Sanlang also felt this from the seemingly relaxed and casual retreat of Fan Fan’s time. His heart was a faint sorrow. He looked at Fan Xian and always couldn’t understand. The other party was just a twenty. Many years old young people. How to upgrade your cultivation to the present state.

The realm of the three young people in the world is now similar. It’s just that Fan Xian is more embarrassed than the two of them, and there are more means.

"How did you quit and go to the ground?" Wang Sanlang asked him with a squint.

Fan has been silent for a long time, no reply, just looking back at the sea and the white waves gradually rising. I have been in Dongyi City for a long time, and the booklet left by the Master of the Lotus is deeply imprinted in his mind. Whenever I meditate at the seaside, the words will be poured into his mind, although still I don't understand most of the meaning. But the mystery is that as long as you think about it, it seems that some very small factors inside and outside the body begin to echo each other.

His body was light, his movements were fast, and the speed of his infuriating in his body was also fast. It seems that there is really a kind of invisible and untouchable spirit between heaven and earth, willing to follow his heart. Read to abandon his loss.

It’s just that this kind of abandonment makes him a little bit guilty. Is this a Western spell? For things that don't know the roots, humans always have fear. What is even more indifferent is that the booklet has brought him changes, not enough to solve too many problems, and the speed of supplementation is too slow. The promotion of that realm is too small...

The world is second. It seems that it can only be the second in the world.

For a moment, Fan Xian even thought of it. Have you made a big mistake, whether it is a master of hardships or a sword of the four kings, whether it is Ye Liuyun or the emperor's majesty, the top figures of these people, whether it is the determination of the will or the hard work of practice, are far from their own On the other hand, these great masters are just the ones who practiced their own studies, and they never have a heart.

Too many things to learn, too many things, too messy.

Fan Xian has a feeling that I am afraid that it is easier for Thirteen Lang and Blossoming to break through the piece of paper in the future. This is probably the mind that Si Gujian said. His own mind is still not as firm as these two people because of himself. Too scared, so at all costs, looking for ways to make yourself stronger.

This deliberateness may have fallen, but he is really scared. He is afraid of death. He is afraid that the person he cares about will die.

"I will return to Beijing the next day." Fan’s lips suddenly smiled and said softly: "As long as Dongyi City is not chaotic, at least the world is still peaceful, why should I worry so much?"

Yes, Dongyi City belongs to the territory of the Qing Dynasty. Although there are some unrests, the strong military strength of Qingguo and the cooperation with the upper class of Dongyi City simply cannot despise the big waves.

The emperor’s trust in Fan’s leisure is still there. Chen Pingping will soon leave Beijing to support the elderly. Fan Xian thinks of this festival and stands up against the sea breeze. He feels very comfortable, no matter whether Wu Shushu will come back or not, it seems that he will follow the trend. I can always find a second road between myself and the emperor.

Bleeding is not necessarily necessary.

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Bleeding is a must.

When the early autumn wind began to walk through the hills behind Dongyi City, Fan Xian finally decided to settle most of the affairs in Dongyi City, and waited for the return of the Great Emperor and Yunzhi, the second after the return of Dongyi City. After a great turmoil, and finally with the cooperation of both sides, the flames that were extinguished in the Xiaoliang country's borders, the flame that was ignited by the great Confucianism, were quickly burned out by blood and did not spread for a long time.

Xiaoliangguo died a total of more than 400 people. These **** Dongyi people were unfortunately lying in a pool of blood.

Fan Xian finished the general chapter, and explained the affairs with the Great Hall, then boarded the team leaving Dongyi City, and he had to return to Kyoto again.

Conquering a piece of land, what is brought about is the ministers of these expeditions, day after day, tension and

Killing.

After the Grand Emperor and Fan Xian broke up, they took the garrison and watched every movement in the city of Dongyi. At this time, he and Fan Xian felt that the general trend had been fixed, and they slowly tossed down, regardless of the Nanqing government. Still the world's general trend, it will be within a range that can be controlled.

So the brothers are in a very good mood. In the autumn season, the heart is also very refreshing, throwing away all the troubles.

Even Fan You can temporarily ignore the problems of the ten villages and the past problems. As for the Korean red man He Zongwei. In his eyes, it is just a clown, and it can't affect anything at all.

Today is a good day. These days are a rare and good day in Fan’s life.

The black supervisory vehicle team left Dongyi City. Walk slowly back to the official road of Beijing. Fan Xian is not in a hurry to return to Beijing. Take a look at the golden yellowish yellowish surrounding. The beautiful leaves of the various colors, and the autumn mountains that are painted like oil paintings, are also a rare enjoyment.

of course. The blood on this road is still flowing. As a minister of the Qing State. The master of the sword, the representative of the invaders, the most beloved illegitimate child of Qing Emperor. Returning to Beijing all the way. Naturally became the righteous army of the vassal state around Dongyi City. The first goal of the chaotic attack.

It may not be appropriate to say that chaos is wrong It should be said that it is a gentleman. In the Yiyi city, the city of Dongyi refused to accept surrender and bravely entered the forest. People who wrestle with the invaders of the country. Most of them are so-called people from the rivers and lakes. These people are armed. In maintaining their own moral standards. The obvious performance is more direct.

I don't know how these people have discovered the time when Fan has left Dongyi City. Mastered the supervision team's return to the Beijing route, all the way began to assassinate the black horse car in the country, and even the suicide attack.

Straight to Yanjing for about twenty days, the black team actually attacked seven times in total. The Yanjing side received the army and the black horse tied at the junction did not come in and the big prince just pulled a thousand team to Fan. Leisure, so it is quite hard to cope with these seven big attacks.

Fan Xian has no interest in enjoying the scenery, but is caught in meditation. His personal safety is no problem. The incoming rebels often post countless corpses. It must be retired, but his subordinates, especially the Western Expeditionary Force under the Great Emperor, also paid a lot of price for it.

Because of the unstoppable offensive, the top secret newspaper in Kyoto has not arrived for three days.

Fan leisurely opened the carriage's curtain, stared at the West, and secretly prayed in his heart. Everything in Kyoto is safe, and everyone who cares about it is safe.

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When Fan is on the side of the mountain. Within the borders of the country, there is also a long fleet of cars on the lonely night road. The train team is also pure black. Among the extremely wide carriages, there is an old man with a blanket of wool covered with a blanket. His eyes are a bit muddy. Looking at the road in the night, I feel that this road will never end.

Former Dean of the Supervisory Academy. Secretly holding the dark power of the Qing Dynasty for decades, the most loyal courtiers of Qing Emperor, the most hated enemy of the Qing Dynasty civil servants, the most feared old thief of the Northern Qi people and the Dongyi people, the big man who once influenced the whole situation of the world, Chen Pingping And finally embarked on the journey to the old.

This time I left Kyoto, instead of returning to my hometown, I went back to my hometown to settle down. First-class merit, rewarding countless, going home to support the elderly, is the rare glory of this old black dog, and all the local ministers of Qingguo think so.

Chen Pingping's hometown is in the east of Qingguo. If you look at it from the map, it is below the city of Dongyi City, but it is quite far away from Ganzhou and Jiaozhou. On the contrary, it is closer to Jiangnan. There is a poor area that is not well developed.

The lonely car team that is old is still far away from home. On this day, the team only passed through Dazhou, which is a state and county where Chen Pingping must return.

The team did not inform the government along the way, so as not to be surprised that all the officials were sincere and fearful to come out to the old dean.

However, today's Dazhou is brightly lit, and the servants in the government are sternly scolded by the officials of the Ministry of Justice, busy searching around and looking for something.

Chen Pingping’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t remember any important figures in Dazhou. He opened the curtain and recruited a stranger next to him. He asked a few words.

The official was unfamiliar, but the pair of nephews took a glimpse of the world, and gently smiled and said: "When the Titus returned to Beijing, we arrived long ago."

Chen Pingping was a little tired, but there was a complicated emotion in her eyes. He thought of the conversation with his Majesty in the palace before leaving Kyoto. He had already found out the meaning of the deepest part of his heart.

In this world, there is no more understanding of Qingdi than Chen Pingping, so his eyes are very complicated. The stranger next to the carriage stared at the brightly lit Dazhou, staring at the **** man who stood out, and his eyes became more complicated when he was shocked.

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