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The inn in the night has returned to peace again.

The people watching the fun dispersed as the middle-aged scholar waved their sleeves and left. The young monk should have been willing to support Liu Shisan and reluctantly stood up. The latter pressed his chest to watch the middle-aged scholar leave.

The direction is silent.

Liu Shisan didn't know the real reason for the collapse of the academy.

During the past ten years, he also heard all kinds of unproven legends. He had never been to the academy, whether it was the sacred Taoist sect or the desolate ruins now.

But he had long regarded himself as a student of the academy.

He believes in the master.

There are injustice and debts. Those real murderers who slaughter academy will eventually pay the price for their actions.

...

"Ahem."

Liu Shisan received a heavy palm.

Fortunately, Jiang Manlou, the master of Tibing Mountain, is not a stingy guy. He loves this disciple who has great potential for talent and potential. Before leaving, he stuffed many guests in the mansion to refine pills to cure internal injuries. After taking it, he felt pain.

Although there is some delay, it is still inevitable to hurt and cough.

"Senior Brother." Song Lingyun's little face was full of worries.

"It's okay." Liu Shisan, who had a pale face, waved his hand with a knife.

It is a common practice for people to be injured during practice.

Liu Shisan has been practicing sword since childhood, and has been forced to soak in the "color, fragrance and taste" medicine bath countless times. It is said that it is unrealistic to be incompatible with the sword and gun, but it is also a physical body that ordinary people cannot compare with.

"Amitabha! If Senior Brother Liu believes in the little monk, can he let the little monk check his injuries?"

Although they met Liu Shisan and others for the first time, they are still experiencing life and death together today. Moreover, they have a lot of connections with each other, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they are friendship between the same family.

When the young monk who had just met him, he felt that he was close to each other, asked the inn shopkeeper in front of the wishes and asked the two rooms for him, and then volunteered to say.

"I almost forgot that my little master learned from Zen Master Nanshan, and naturally I got the true teachings of Zen Master's medical teachings. With your words, Thirteen would be at ease."

Liu Shisan smiled comfortably.

In ten years, he had heard from Master Jiang Manlou that the past time and the ten-scholar comrade who is now a giant in the world, and Liu Shisan believed in the medical skills of Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun.

The little monk walked into the guest room with Liu Shisan on his back.

Song Lingyun, a junior sister who was not very good at taking care of the injured, was at a loss. Fortunately, the young monk was willing to practice medicine and take the pulse in an orderly manner, which was extremely effective in prescriptions to suppress the injury.

The waiter in the inn followed the prescription and went to the clinic not far away to grab the medicinal materials. The young monk was willing to borrow the stove, so he set fire to cook medicine in the room.

One is clumsy but extremely terrifying, the other is seemingly stupid but has clever hands.

On the bed, Liu Shisan suddenly laughed as he looked at the scene: "Cough cough! Haha..."

The junior sister Song Lingyun hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Senior brother, have you touched the wound?"

The little monk Dangyuan also came to ask for his eyes.

Liu Shisan coughed and waved his hand to show that it was not hindered. He coughed and blushed: "Everyone said that we would never get together without fate. We, cough... we are also connected to fate."

I wish the young monk to fold his head and bow his head.

A light of inspiration flashed through Song Lingyun's mind: "Why not be sworn brothers, right?"

Liu Shisan looked at his junior sister in surprise.

"I, did I say the wrong thing?"

"No, no! What my junior sister said is exactly what I want."

Liu Shisan continued: "My little master has mastered the Zen Master Nanshan, and I have a lot of connection with me. Although you have never joined Master, you can find Bodhicitta in the dark, which is a destined fate! The three of us are afraid of meeting today.

It is destined to be a destiny, why not become a brother or brother?”

Song Lingyun nodded happily.

The two of them all turned their earnest eyes to the young monk who was wished.

The young monk who was taking care of the fire in the medicine furnace lowered his head and pronounced the Buddha's words.

Liu Shisan laughed happily.

Song Lingyun greeted each other in a cute way: "The younger sister Song Lingyun has met the eldest brother and the second brother."

Liu Shisan smiled and said, "When I recover from my injuries, let's go to Fengxue Yincheng to see the master."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

The little monk should have a look out the window.

Song Lingyun, who was in a very happy mood, turned around and wanted to open the door.

Suddenly, Liu Shisan, who was silent, called the junior sister seriously, and quietly touched the bamboo knife placed horizontally on the bed with a slightly frown.

The footsteps outside the door were very light, but very rhythmic. When you listen carefully, every step seemed to fall at the moment when the footsteps of the previous step disappeared.

This is not the footsteps of ordinary people.

Liu Shisan regretted it, and at this time he actually forgot about someone.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold and the air seemed to condense.

The little monk and Song Lingyun looked at Liu Shisan's nervous expression and knew something was wrong.

The door was gently pushed open.

A figure of Taoist appeared in the sight of the three.

"It turns out to be true!"

The moment when Liu Shisan saw the storyteller, he drew his sword without hesitation.

...

Wind and Snow Silver City.

The wind is full of snow, and the eyes are full of vastness.

Ten years ago, this was the capital of the Great Yan Empire. Since the army was at the city that day, the emperor Yan Bailou died under Luo Changfeng's butcher's knife. After the imperial princess died for his life, the Great Yan Empire withdrew from the historical stage. The former imperial capital was also

It is named Fengxue Yincheng because of the wind and snow that has not receded for ten years.

The wind is the wind of the Changfeng of Luo, and the snow is the snow of Yan Ningxue.

After the demise of Yan ten years ago, Luo Changfeng and An Hongdou settled here.

Luo Changfeng even became the lord of Fengxue Yin City. He disbanded the former general of the Great Yan State Protection and the 30,000 Xuanjia Army, leaving only the old Yan Lingwei subordinates who were unwilling to leave.

The Yuwen clan is still the leader of Yan Lingwei.

However, the Yan Lingwei is no longer the Mao of the Great Yan Empire. They are under the command of the Lord of Luo Changfeng Luo City, protecting the millions of people left by Yan Mie!

The warm sunlight penetrates the clouds, passes through the snowflakes that fly all year round, and shines on the people who wake up early in the morning. This feeling of comfort is long-lost and comfortable.

Ten years of ice and snow covered have gradually made the people of this Yincheng accustomed to the bone-breathing feeling. They have learned to survive and survived very well under the governance of Lord Luo City and the escort of Yan Lingwei.

For ten years, the name of Fengxue Silver City has been well-known all over the world. Its prosperity and prosperity are even comparable to that of the Zhongzhou emperors in some ways.

...

Although it was early in the morning, the main streets in the city were crowded with people early. In addition to the people of the city, there were more tourists coming from other places who heard the name of the Snow Silver City.

Because in January, this Fengxue Silver City will hold a swordsmanship.

The legendary Lord Luo City sincerely invites all the world's gangs to gather in Yincheng to participate in the grand event, and will make friends with heroes from all over the world through martial arts.

For ten years, the name of Lord Luo City in Fengxue Yincheng has become famous all over the world.

The Sichuan-character Sect of the Master Academy is the third-ranked sword-holder on the list of divine weapons. There are even rumors in the world that secretly praise the Silver City Lord as the first sword in the world.

During the battle of Weishui several years ago, Luo Changfeng showed his talent for swordsmanship to the world, and was even compared by countless people with Mu Yun Jiancheng, the master of the Seventy-Two Peaks of the Sword Pavilion of Kunlun.

In this way, Luo Changfeng's sword and sword have been admired by countless practitioners in the world. It can be said that in today's world, the descendants of practicing sword and holding swords are honored to be able to receive guidance from the Lord of Fengxue Yin City!

Therefore, the invitation letters of the sword and sword association have been spread throughout the world, and people from all over the world have rushed here one after another!

(PS: Fish, I want whatever I want. Bear paw, I want whatever I want. You can't get both. After leaving the job, I ran and worked hard for two weeks, and interviewed five or six companies, but I couldn't find me who wanted to go but was willing to do so.

It is really difficult to have both, which has led to the unstable updates recently. I am very sorry to everyone. To be honest, Loulan also wants to code full-time, if code can support herself and her family. Juntiantu

There is still a story of more than 500,000 words to be written, and there are many exciting parts. Even if this book is finished and the next book is still there, Loulan has already thought about it, and even started writing the first three chapters a long time ago.

In my own words, it is simply impeccable. I have stored many interesting stories here, and I want to write them one by one. If I can't write this one, I will put it in the next one. Loulan wants to share with you the world of the heart, and it is affectionate.

There are many colorful worlds of righteousness, grudges and struggles. Of course, these premises can be continued by Loulan. To be honest, I envy those writers who can write full-time with all their hearts. In life, there will inevitably be friction between reality and dreams.

It is a dilemma. No matter what decision you make, it takes great courage. Here I would like to call on friends who like reading books, hoping to come to Zongheng to give a genuine subscription. This is the reason why Loulan can persist, and it is also a dream to convince.

The reason for reality. Loulan said before that Juntiantu is actually a romance novel. In fact, you don’t have to worry about this issue. Will the book change as you write? In fact, whether it is romance is just a different understanding of the book.

Just know. A book has its fixed style, which is its flavor. Loulan will never turn into a city as it is written. As for whether the subsequent plot is romance or the immortal god of cultivation, in my opinion

, It doesn't matter if you are entangled. How to write the previous one, it fixes the style of the latter. I think there are more romances in front, but there are more romances in back. I think there are more romances in front, but there are more romances in back. To put it bluntly, this book is still

, it’s just a simple cognition. Finally, it’s almost New Year’s Day. I wish you good health and your dreams come true in the new year. Loulan also hopes to realize your full-time dream in 2018.)