After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

--leave--

Perhaps, most of the good times are short, and it seems that even a little bit is precious.

Xuan Zhe looked at the red eyes of the man in front of him under the moonlight. In the past, he always drank alone. This time, Zhou Feng began to accompany him.

When the two of them touched the cups, they made clear and crisp sounds.

Maybe it's time for a showdown.

"Xuan Zhe, now the mountains and rivers are uncertain, and the current sage is not the master, I should be at the height of the temple to help the world."

Zhou Feng's goal is always for this, and the ghost walker doesn't want the person in front of him to misunderstand him, and he can't say why.

Perhaps Xuan Zhe would regard this sentence as a deceptive lie, but he would never point it out.

Zhou Feng knew that Xuan Zhe was not stupid.He just, no matter what he said, Xuan Zhe will regard it as the standard.

Before he had time to feel bitter, he looked into Xuan Zhe's gentle eyes as wide as the sea and as clear as jade.

In fact, Xuanzhe loves Zhou Feng's clean and bloody attitude the most, he doesn't care how miserable the people are in the court today, and the people are full of sorrow.

What does the life and death of those people have to do with him?

He just likes Zhou Feng in all appearances.

Xuan Zhe could touch Zhou Feng's rugged arrogance.

"I think the emperor can rule with diligence, transform the people with virtue, and treat scholars with righteousness. Although he doesn't want to extend the country without stagnation, he only wants to be safe for a hundred years."

Hainei develops etiquette and knows what is Tao and what is virtue.

The military generals rule the world, benevolence and law are combined to help the world.

Zhou Feng longed for someone to understand him.

Xuan Zhe grasped the white waist that was also swaying in the dream, bent down, and kissed Zhou Feng's eyebrows.

No matter what Zhou Feng said, he echoed in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

Zhou Feng's originally pitch-black pupils were finally filled with starlight under Xuan Zhe's head-covering kiss.

"With my wife's invitation, I will kill all these monsters for you."

The Great Chu 310 has eight years of spring and autumn, the mountains and rivers are broken and precarious, the country is swayed by the courtiers, the demon concubine harms the country, and the people's wisdom has not yet arisen.

When the building is about to collapse, there are always people who can't avoid it, or seek comfort, or live in despair. All the loyal officials are dead, and those in the court are all ghosts in human skin.

Especially the fierce ghost at the top, somehow, designed to pull out Xuanzhe who was hidden in the rivers and lakes, making it the fastest and most powerful knife in his hands.

The prime minister and the emperor thought that Zhou Feng was a pug that wobbled from side to side but was easy to use, and they all said that a dog that could bite would not bark. Neither of them took Zhou Feng to heart.

Unexpectedly, this "Zhongchen" who spends all day cleaning up messes and doing dirty things for them turns out to be a jackal that has been dormant for a long time.

It's too late.

The situation in the court was changing, and when everyone had no time to react, Zhou Feng had already held half of the civil servants in his palms. Although he had no real military power, he had a lot of stakes behind him.

In the Zhou mansion, everything is silent, only the shadows of the candle flames, reflected on the screen, the shadows in pairs.

Tigers and wolves in the woods would bow their heads when facing the person they love, not to mention that what Xuanzhe is kissing is the moonlight flowing in his arms, wherever there is light, he will kiss wherever there is light, jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest.

He turned his wrist and clasped the palm that had been dragged down by foolish people and evil officials, his fingers were interlocked, his heart was connected, and his tender eyes were full of distress.

"Xiao Zhou, you've lost weight."

Xuanzhe was so lonely in his life, he had nothing but a certain knife and a wooden and stone sword. Before he met Zhou Feng, he never knew love, hatred, greed, hatred, nor the righteousness of family and country.

Now being taught by Zhou Feng, he has tasted the various flavors of life one by one.

Lips and tongues stir up a burning fire, burning heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and the warmth of the last ice can make the soul tremble.

"Xiao Zhou." The voice was like a knife scraping, and the hoarse sound seemed to be covered with wooden and stone edges. Xuan Zhe touched every inch of his skin. This person was the scabbard of his wooden and stone sword, where his thoughts were and where his fate was tied.

Because of Xuanzhe's violence, jealousy, and restraint of his sharpness, even the sassy Jianghu people can live in this abyssal court that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones.

He poured his hot blood into tender grass, and bound Zhou Feng tightly. The world is full of dangers and wolves, and the person he loves so much is in the muddy deepland, and he can draw a green lotus out of it.

"Innocence is the word for cleansing evil forces, and whiteness for lotus pumping mud. Xuanzhe, you should know me, what do you want?"

Zhou Feng's pupils are deep, the wind and rain are about to come, and the game of chess is still close, he needs to borrow Xuan Zhe's strength, even if he hits a stone with an egg, he is beyond his control.

Xuan Zhe hates the twists and turns of intrigue the most. He has no brains and no understanding of the world. He is only willing to be Zhou Feng's sword and shield. He is his unhesitating forward and his most solid backing.

"That old man killed the former prime minister back then. If you hated him, I'll make you happy if you come out with a sword of wood and stone."

What Xuan Zhe said was a lie, the prime minister, one of the courtiers, was buried under the wooden stone sword this morning, he was the one who sneaked into the prime minister's mansion single-handedly and cut the old man's neck.

However, the prime minister is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He seems to spend his days drinking and drinking, playing with power, and he is not without sincere lackeys around him.

The ten thousand arrows fired only slightly injured Xuan Zhe, but running for hundreds of miles to avoid the chasing pursuit of the prime minister's followers not only depleted his mind, but also shortened his life.

Even though Xuan Zhe retreated with one blow, he was still seriously injured. Before coming to Zhou Feng, he washed his bloody body with ice water three times, just begging Zhou Feng not to know.

But how could Zhou Feng not know?

"We should be for the country, for the people, and for the world."

When Zhou Feng made the oath, he never thought that someone would bear the wounds all over his body for his oath.

Xuan Zhe is a dragon that swims freely in the rivers and lakes, and a goshawk soaring in the sky. The sea is so vast, the sky is so wide, he should be at ease, but he is trapped in a cage for Zhou Feng.

Xuan Zhe has always been incomprehensible about customs and straight to the point. He only knows that in the past, the common people talked about the treacherous and sycophant, but in fact he hated power struggles the most.

The art of checking and balancing the court has always been treacherous and intertwined, a thread that is constantly cut and messed up. He doesn't understand it, and only learns to support it blindly.

"Xuan Zhe, I have other arrangements with the prime minister. If I want to borrow a knife to kill people, I also want them to bite dogs. You—"

"Forget it, it's fine to kill..."

Although it was a bad plan, it was harmless, Zhou Feng touched the gauze wrapped around his chest with his fingers, and thought with his eyes downcast, Xuan Zhe shouldn't have suffered such a serious injury.

Xuanzhe used Wang Yuehua to look at the faint resentment and deep love in those dark pupils, annoyed that he had done too much to ruin his great affairs, as if in this boundless place, he could gain a corner of his proud figure to make up for the loss of the deceased.

Even if he died in a gentle hometown, he would be willing to die. Xuan Zhe has no family and no relatives, and the place of birth is also very vague, but when the scorching iron gun breaks through the mountains, he can reach his hometown.

He wanted to pull the lofty minister of the humerus into the world of mortals, pampering him so much that the Iron Man turned his fingers into softness.

"I'm the one who plotted against you."

Xuan Zhe sighed, went to catch his fingertips and put them on his lips to kiss lightly.

The man should also be moved by the tide of emotion, Xuan Zhe bowed his head to kiss his red and water-colored eye ends, his rough fingertips rubbed his slippery soft tongue, and stared at the wet saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Tigers and wolves in the capital are now buried under wood and stone swords. You are no longer a threat. I am useless in the art of court. It is better to guard the border for you and protect Da Chu from danger."

His Zhou Feng should be at the top of the temple, let go of power, and seek the well-being of the people, if he stays by his side now, it will only become a reproachful hindrance, Xuanzhe thought bitterly, it is better to leave.

Shaking down after the rivers and lakes, I am also afraid that the years will be wasted.

Xuan Zhe used to be nothing more than a long sword and a glass of wine, even if he killed someone, his thoughts would disappear.Now, when he wakes up countless times from the dream without Zhou Feng, the soul is raging and clamoring.

Perhaps it was because he used to regard human life as worthless, trying to prop up Zhou Feng's sky with only a pair of sinful palms.

The cold night is like water, and the knife tip licks blood to make a living, crossing Zhou Feng on the tip of the heart to the other shore.

"Then dirty me and hurt me alone. I only hope that one day Da Chu will get what he wants, Haiyan Heqing."

Xuan Zhe thought desperately and painfully, sweet and gentle, lowered his head and kissed the hair hanging in front of his eyes.

Zhou Feng's answer was to keep silent, as if agreeing to his request, Xuan Zhe left sadly, without further words.

How could you let Xuan Zhe go?Is it really because the birds are exhausted?

The Zhou Mansion is desolate and lonely, only the little beast Gulu Gulu who was left behind from childhood sleeps in a snoring dream, lying at his feet.

This unknown species of four-legged beast is very close to him. Recently, two bumps grew on its head. After seeking medical advice, it was not clear whether it was a disease or the growth itself.

He touched the well-behaved little animal's fur, which was soft and neat, and the sudden sadness and loneliness struck, Zhou Feng seemed to shed a tear under the moon, and it seemed that there was nothing.

"Zhizhi, I only have you."

In fact, Zhou Feng knew that the idiot was only afraid of affecting his career. Xuanzhe thought that after killing the prime minister, the dog emperor would take his anger out on Zhou Feng and make him embarrassed.

I'm afraid Xuan Zhe really thought that Zhou Feng was using him all the time, and he was willing to be used.

"Leave after being used up, you really think I'm a scumbag who starts messing around and abandons." Zhou Feng laughed at himself again, and at some point, he also learned to drink, did he learn it from Xuan Zhe?

That person was no longer in the mansion, and Zhou Feng was alone.

Where does Xuan Zhe live, oh, at the border guarding the border for him.

He completely used the person who had treated him the best in his life, that fool was willing to do so.

"Zhou Feng, are you tired?" Zhou Feng fell into a nightmare. In the haze, a thick hand covered his eyes, but no light leaked out. His fingertips pressed the thin eyelids, and the skin of the bones hurt. .

Wake up by questioning, suddenly lost,

Xuan Zhe is the only human being in his wandering rivers and lakes, a sweet dream bestowed upon him by the boundless moonlight.

Zhou Feng covered the only light in front of his eyes with his own hands, indulging in the darkness.

On that day, with the phoenix crown and xiapei, the dragon and phoenix red candles, the lofty hall, the betrothal box and suitcase, Zhou Feng had nothing but a red cloth shirt, and married Xuanzhe in front of the Buddha.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and the Vajra stared glaringly, which had nothing to do with them at all.

Zhou Feng Xuanzhe, they have been in love for a hundred years.

Desert yellow sand, thousands of miles away.

Under the moonlight, Xuan Zhe drank a pot of turbid wine and swallowed bitter sorrow.

"The wooden and stone sword is too blunt now, and Xuan Zhe is incompetent. He can't stop the rumors and rumors, and he can't make the right move in the chess game. From then on, he only needs to plan a strategy, and he will go to Mobei to take a look at me in his free time, and he will be satisfied." Xuan Zhe Zhe thought desperately and hopefully.

Zhou Feng is a Kunpeng who can fly into the sky, and Tunan Tuqiang.

It's a pity that the world has changed, and people can't do what they want. The enemy attacked the frontier, and the general sent a letter to ask for more troops.

The continuous flames of war are endless, and the smoke of war is flying everywhere. Zhou Feng needs this military power, not only for the country, but also for him.

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Shaking down after the rivers and lakes, I am also afraid that the years will be wasted.Du Fu