Flower wine

I'm afraid that Zizi doesn't know that one of her unintentional actions, and even her existence itself, is the unswerving white moonlight of some people.

"Trash, you can't even attract a fragrance." Ni Yuqing cursed inwardly.

She was already tired of this protracted battle, she no longer hesitated, and looked at Jiang Xi greedily, imprinting his appearance deeply in her heart.

Daughters galloping all over the rivers and lakes don't need love for their children, because it is all bondage and demonic obstacles.

The heaven and earth nets were scattered suddenly, and the golden cage shook and struggled crazily as if it was facing an enemy. The outer net seemed to be born in the sky and the earth, longer than the wind and rain.

One move was not broken, and another blow came. It seems that Nilv Academy is determined to bury this small Jianghu.

The violent shaking brought up storms, and the ground under King Yang's feet shook suddenly. He subconsciously grabbed Daoist Kong's arm and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

In the middle of the night, Daoist Kong's face could not be seen clearly, and there were always lights and fire shadows striking his face, mottled and distorted.

"Does Yang Wang know what is the best food in this world?"

King Yang said disdainfully: "Except for dragon liver and phoenix gall, this king has never eaten anything."

The voice of Taoist Master Kong seems to be coming from the sky, distant and indifferent: "My lord, people in the world can be divided into those who practice Taoism and those who do not. Living people are delicious, and the premise is ordinary living people; for those who practice ascension or martial arts For Qunying, the eyes are higher than the top and they are not willing to be manipulated, the living dead are the best way to enjoy."

"Caught it?" King Yang let go of his hand, looking at Taoist Kong with great interest.

"Nine times out of ten."

The entire Yangshan Mountain began to shake violently, and several thunderbolts continued to strike, emitting a golden light, and there was a vague feeling that the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.

The world is vast, people are like mayflies, there is nowhere to escape the sense of smallness and oppression, everyone is terrified and at a loss.

This feeling of heaven and earth was once again manifested in front of Jiang Xi personally.

This time he was calm and composed, holding the Xingyue Sword tightly, and kept echoing in his mind: "Everything you see is false, and everything you think is a prologue."

All of a sudden, there was a violent explosion that shook the heavens and earth, and the endless, dark sky finally tore apart. Black clouds overwhelmed the city, dragons howled and tigers roared, and chaos rose, wantonly coercing it.

The glaring white light and the impact of Pangu opening up the sky went straight to the sky, and the extreme noise was followed by extreme silence.

Time stops.

At the moment Jiang Xi wanted to explode his inner alchemy, Hu Di flew to the eye of the formation first.

Lang, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse from the past, glanced at him for ten thousand years.

Now that the beauty under the moon looks back again, there are already nine turns, a thousand times and a hundred kinds of feelings.

Two lines of tears slipped down involuntarily, taking a deep look again, engraved into the soul, engraved into reincarnation.

"Goodbye, Xiaoxizi."

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The second volume Gusu sings late

#Volume Three: Mountains, Rivers and Bright Moon

Cluster amaryllis

Slanting wind and drizzle in May, cicadas singing and rain boiling in June.

The stuffy heat, and the loneliness in the stuffy heat.

And violence in loneliness and despair in violence.

Li Sanjin was idly tinkering with strange juices in the villa, while Wang Meili laughed heartily at the side.

"Son, is it fun?" Wang Meili asked, with a strange air mixed with yin and yang.

"It's fun." Li Sanjin still had a youthful heart, carefree and carefree, casually put a handful of herbs into his mouth, chewed out the juice, spit it into the pottery bowl in front of him, and stirred excitedly and piously.

Wang Meili's expression twitched immediately, even though she had already seen the strange behavior, she was still disgusted by her son's unscrupulous behavior every time.

"Son, didn't you give this medicine to your brothers?" Wang Meili turned her head, out of sight and out of mind.

"That's right! It's the best internal medicine for them, the soul-reviving liquid!" Li Sanjin stirred it carefully, his spirits high.

Three years ago, Li Sanjin became acquainted with the commoner school, and gradually became acquainted with each other.Young people who don't have the heroism and longing to go to the end of the world with a sword, so they learn martial arts at Wanjing Villa with the commoner school.

Li Sanjin was very talented, and gradually developed his own style and characteristics of martial arts, so he was given the name "Li Santian".

As the name suggests, three days of fishing, two days of drying the net, in short, just can't study hard and practice martial arts.

Jiang Xi was busy fighting with himself, and had no time to control Li Sanjin, so brother Sanjin, who was like a fish in water, started having fun like a wench.

Others are always improving what they have learned every day, but he is making a lot of money every day. Relying on a set of pharmaceutical skills that he "studied hard and practiced hard", he swindles and sells magic medicines in Wanjing Villa and even the entire city of Gusu.

From bruises to ascension to immortality, from headaches to human and animal cubs, everything is covered, no matter how big or small.

It has monopolized the evil drug resources in the entire market in an all-round way without dead ends.

In the past three years in Gusu, others have reborn as masters in the martial arts world, while brother Sanjin has become the most unattainable rich generation among those "low hands".

After making a fortune, Li Sanjin still maintains his real self who is greedy for life and afraid of death. After learning that his brothers and sisters are going to Yangshan to become famous and famous, he decisively chooses the first style of the commoner school's treasure book, "Escape from birth", and hastily transferred a huge amount of money. Property, quietly returned to Zijin Mountain.

Wang Meili really loves and hates this son. What she hates is that he does not follow the orthodox path, does not study authentic books and does not learn martial arts; what she loves is that this son is obviously a medical genius. The wealth of a lifetime.

Whenever Wang Meili wanted to get angry and curse, as soon as she saw the thick bank note in the box, the anger in her heart would instantly melt into uninterrupted maternal love.

"His father, look, we really gave birth to a good son." Wang Meili thought with relief.

Although Li Sanjin lives in Zijin, his heart is in Yangshan.

He didn't know where to find a little bauble, that bauble looked like a luminous pearl from a distance, and it was also a luminous pearl up close, but it was full of evil nature.

Before returning to Zijin Mountain, Li Sanjin took blood from the eyebrows of the three brothers. As soon as the three injections of blood entered the bead, the bead turned from green to ice blue.

But Li Sanjin is Li Sanjin after all, he eats like a human being, but he doesn't do much about human affairs.

He arched the night pearl on a high place, and placed three bowls of rice with incense, and picked wild flowers from the mountains from time to time and placed them in front of it.

Wang Meili's face twitched: "Son, do you really hope that your senior brothers will die so that you can occupy the property of the entire commoner school?"

Li Sanjin snorted, fiddled with the sticky bunch of herbs in his hand, held his booger, and said disdainfully: "I popped a piece of booger at random and it landed like a piece of gold. How could I care about such a small profit? This is to fight poison with poison, to protect them from death forever." .”

Wang Meili turned around tremblingly, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she tightly touched the heavy gold bracelet, forcing herself to be calm and absolutely not to twitch.

When spring and summer meet in Zijin Mountain, it is very beautiful.

The warm wind is clear, the grass is colorful, the cocoon fireflies are dotted, the flowers are bursting, and the stream is gurgling.

In addition to studying strange arts and tinkering with herbal medicines, Li Sanjin drives the three old cows who seem to have matured to travel in the mountains and rivers. When they are hungry, they go home to eat and sleep, leisurely and contented.

In his words, he seems to be a fairy who has ascended beyond the world.

One day, when he came back from herding cattle, he was beating the herbs in the stone bowl with his fist.It was sticky, and he added some unknown black slime, which made it extremely smelly for no apparent reason.

His tolerance was as strong as his, and he couldn't help but turn his head to the side with nausea.

Suddenly, the luminous pearl placed on a high place began to shake violently, and rushed out of the room at a speed that was barely visible.

Li Sanjin was stunned, and hurriedly ran out, only to see that Ye Mingzhu was already red all over, emitting heat, flying around like a rat with its head in its arms.

That night Pearl flew several times in the air, and fell into the firewood house, buried in the straw of the firewood house.

A dark fire suddenly sprang up and burned, and in an instant, it lit up the flames.

Li Sanjin's face was pale, he clenched his fist tightly, his fingertips sank deeply into his palm, and a few drops of blood slowly flowed down, annihilating in the dark ground.

"Brother..."

Indulging, indulging, falling heavily into the endless abyss, the kind of depression that is more than enough but not enough, the depression of the hopeless and the ambition of the cocoon are full of mixed fighting, and finally turned into sharp blades, repeatedly delaying the mind.

So helpless.

It was the living coffin that led to the dead end of the Jiang family after being massacred, and it was also the suffocation that could not be hidden in the sword pool of Huqiu.

"Xi'er, Kanniang made you wishful cakes? I wish my son all the best."

"Mother, mother! Mother, wait for me, I miss you so much!"

The chest was throbbing violently, the blood was rushing, and the temples were throbbing violently.The mother's figure is far away in the sky, close in front of her eyes, Jiang Xi chases Qiao Xin'er like crazy, before she can say "take me away", the abyss suddenly appears, everything turns into the most real phantom, only The fall of the foot.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Jiang Xi stared at the roof in a daze, with carved beams and painted buildings, and birds flying around the vines.

"Yo, young master is awake?" A tender female voice came, sweet and greasy, making people feel as if they were soaking in sticky wind.

Jiang Xi didn't respond, and was lost in his dreams. He felt desperate for a while, completely ignoring everything.

"Let's just lie down like this, and let the world turn upside down, the hatred of the country and the family, and people will be wiped out after death. Why are you still struggling? Mostly it is ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Seeing that Jiang Xi was motionless, like a demon, the woman stuck her up curiously.

The light gauze conceals it, the chest trembles slightly, the skin is creamy, and the makeup is heavy.

"Young master is so handsome. Look at his eyebrows, which are as bright as stars, and look at this nose, which is as tall and straight as a green onion. It is this mouth, which is pale and chapped. It's really pitiful. Let my sister moisten it for you."

As he spoke, he put his lips together with a smile.

Jiang Xi was fascinated, completely ignoring what she said, let alone dodging.