Nightfall

In the gate of Mozong Mountain in the wasteland ... Liansheng not only stained her flesh and blood ... but also stained her state of mind, so that her originally clear and unparalleled Dao Xin méng was dusted because of something in the old year, and because she knew her life For the sake of instability, once forcibly fell into the situation, he never saw the possibility of recovery.

If you are an ordinary practitioner, you will desperately give up when you encounter such setbacks.

But she is not an ordinary practitioner, she is a Taoist infatuation.

She is well aware that all setbacks are the test of Haotian. As long as her Dao heart is strong and strong enough, she can turn all of this into the most beautiful scenery along the long path of cultivation.

In the wilderness, she had seen the block formation under the cloth of the light constellation thousands of years ago. She had seen Mr. Ke's horrific sword that cut the world, and these landscapes were waiting for her to watch in silence, and then absorbed. But no one else in the Xiling Temple knew.

The ruling Grand Priest did not know.

The Luowei enemy who wanted to force her to be married did not know. What I did n’t know was that the Xiling Temple now not only gave her indifference and humiliation, but even deprived her of the time she needs most now.

Ye Hongyu needs time. It takes time to see through the scenery and to see the paper méng is seeing.

So she can calmly ignore those complex looks, those words of conscientious remarks, she can appear cowardly, even humble, she can kneel before the seat of God, politely as hopeless waste.

However, the situation she now faces suddenly becomes difficult.

Although the Divine Commander Luo Kedi is a rare master of the temple and the most trusted subordinate of the palm master, Ye Hongyu will never consider marrying him.

Not because of his age, not because of his appearance, or even because she has no feelings for him, because for the sake of monasticism, she can have no feelings.

But because ... he wanted her to marry him.

He asked her to marry him, not that he asked her to marry him, nor that he asked her to marry him.

This is a shame she cannot accept.

Ye Hongyu sat silently on the stone chuáng, his hands tightly clutching the green robe's knuckles, and the knuckles were slightly white.

"Do you really have to look back?"

"Chen Pipi, you fat man, you, I was a fool when you were an idiot. Why did you run away? Why don't you look back now?"

"If you don't look back, your brother won't forgive me, so how can I get back?"

I do n’t know if it ’s because of the nasty guy Chen Cipi, or because my elder brother Ye Hongyu can still hold himself calmly in the face of endless humiliation these days, but at this time he can no longer control his emotions, silently bowing his head, his eyes are full Grievances are sad and timid.

At this time, she was no longer a Daoist or a loser, just a very ordinary girl.

When ordinary girls are forced to marry, they are naturally prone to anger, so Ye Hongyu becomes very angry at this time. Her eyes are cold and she looks at the closed door of the stone house, thinking that she should kill Chen Bachi and kill Rock. To die, kill all those who dare to look at themselves with such eyes.

However, the anger in her eyes gradually turned to be awkward and self-deprecating because now she has no time, she can not look back, then she seems to be sitting on the stone chuáng so helplessly.

Just then someone came outside the stone house.

"Sir, there is a letter from you."

The person outside the stone house didn't call her the boss without deliberate respect, but this simple sentence showed enough respect, which is the respect that only she can feel.

Ye Hongyu raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression slightly different.

In the shrine, she has not been respected by others for a long time.

The stone house door opened, and she recognized the man as a very ordinary deacon of the ruling division.

The deacon handed over a letter with respect in both hands, then said nothing, and turned away from the stone house.

The stone house door closed again, and the darkness was resurrected.

Ye Hongyu walked back to Shi Chuáng and sat down, looking at the letter quietly in his hand for a long time without speaking. OP

The envelope is ordinary kraft paper, without any special place, and there is no writing on the cover. She used to be the main seat of the Judgment Division. Although she did not manage the affairs of the division, she was able to recognize all the details of the world and then found clues from it.

It seems to be ordinary kraft paper, and the paper is about two fingers, which is the most common craft in Kaizhou Paper Mill.

Then this letter is from Nanjin.

Ye Hongyu confirmed that she didn't know anyone in Nanjin, so she didn't know who wrote the letter.

She opened the envelope, pulled out the letterhead, and slowly unfolded it. Xinduo is yellowish straw paper.

A pattern was drawn on the scratch paper.

The person who drew the picture was obviously not good at Dan Qing, the lines were twisted and quivered, it was ugly to the extreme, and it was so bad that it was impossible to see what he was painting.

Ye Hongyu looked at the narrow and hollow pattern on the yellowish letterhead, squeezed the fingers at the two corners of the letterhead slightly, and remained silent for a long time without speaking.

She understood what the letterhead dagger was drawing.

That is a sword.

Juggernaut's quiet sword.

The Yue Kingdom is south of the South Jin Dynasty and east of the Great River, facing the relatively quiet South China Sea. Therefore, Tamkang is more bustling and lively than Song Dynasty.

A young man dressed in a blouse came out of a Wang ship, stretched his lazy waist towards Chaoyang, and then squinted his eyes to signal to his subordinates to complete the subsequent affairs.

The young man's face was exceptionally beautiful, and the tragic sadness on his cheek didn't make this face gritty, but it made him a little calm.

He squinted at the rising sun of Rongrong, feeling the damp sea breeze flapping on his cheeks, and suddenly gave birth to unprecedented satisfaction. He whispered, "It seems like it is good to live through this life.

The young subordinates argued fiercely with the fish and salt merchants about the price, but these things did not seem to have anything to do with him. He just looked at the round of people who were indifferent to the port, only knowing that the young man was from the north. The businessman is doing the dirty fish business, and no one knows at all how the young man once had a glorious life and a great reputation in the world when selling the fish.

The young people used to be the princes of the Yan Kingdom, the youngest and most powerful in the Xiling Temple, and the magnificent beautiful sons who had once had a few peach blossoms on the threshold of the destiny.

Today, however, he is a fishmonger. Even if he was shot by Ning Que with an arrow through his abdomen, and he wasted a realm of cultivation, even if he was willing to fall and compete with the beggars in the broken temple, he was the Prince of Longqing after all.

No cultivation for the realm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There are fists. If the fists cannot resist the wind and rain in the world, he still has wisdom. The most important thing is that since he is not dead, then he wants to live better.

He was so upset that he spent half a month unifying Yan Guocheng's beggars inside and outside Beijing and became the master. Then he took away some of the wealth and some loyalty from his gang and followed his subordinates to Song. He opened a wine shop, and it only took a short time to defeat all his colleagues on the street.

Then he gave those wine shops, tea houses and food courts, half-selling half, to a certain official of Song State, and took the one-two-thousand-dollar money he saw to start a sales business.

Buying fish from Vietnam and selling it to Nanjin or Yanguo, the business is very good.

Long Qing sometimes gave birth to some sighs, he seemed to be able to do well in whatever he did.

In just such a short time, he became a big businessman, what's not to satisfy?

However, looking at the winning salted fish in the bamboo basket, he couldn't help thinking, even if he became the richest big merchant in the world, what's the difference with the salted fish in the basket? ! .