Chapter 114： Military heart

Sun Yuanzhou, who brought the important things, couldn’t see the nine lights in the Qingzhu Temple. He was taken aback and asked a disciple who was passing by. : "What about the mountain owner?"

In the past 13 years, he has barely seen the distance between the nine branches of lights leaving the Qingzhu Temple. Now it is in chaos. He is not seen, it is even more confusing.

Fortunately, a disciple quickly pointed out the location of the nine lights for Sun Yuanzhou, and let him comfort the boss.

Since the fall of Tianchuan, the winds of the morning have fallen into heavy snow, and the whole three sunscapes are everywhere. The winds are everywhere, and the sights are so cold. Now the snow is gradually stopped, and the four branches are crushed by the sinking branches. The sound of broken branches, one after another, is like a bad sign.

Under the guidance of his disciples, Sun Yuanzhou saw nine lights in the open space in front of the forbidden land.

Here is a delicate and unique temple, the plaque has been removed, it is impossible to call its name, according to its feng shui layout is the top grade, not inferior to the Qingzhu Temple. However, because the Jiuzhi lamp strictly prohibits anyone from practicing, it has won the name of “forbidden land”. The last time the famous disciple who was not clean and dirty went in the middle of the night and stole a rhinoceros lamp. He was unloaded by the nine lights and dropped the cliff. Since then, everyone has been afraid of it and has gone around it. Therefore, the clean people here are like the Zen House, with the fine snow, and have a unique sense of the world.

In the lush moonlight, he ordered a stove outside the temple, boiled tea in the snow, and hid the litchi nest in the winter to the small stove, creaking, and the fire was baked with a slightly sweet woody incense.

Perhaps because of the falling snow, the nine branches of a beautiful face are clear and white, the thin veins between the necks are faintly discernible, and the eyes that have always been narrow are also a bit bigger. They look young and cute, no longer the ones in the past. The snow-stained bone-cutting blade looks like this.

Rao knows that this person has deep thoughts and can't count on it. Sun Yuanzhou also stayed for a moment, and then he walked up like a dream, and gave a ceremony: "Mountain Lord. Why don't you go in?"

Jiuzhi lamp looked up at him: "Where to go?"

Sun Yuanzhou has always had a little kindness to his father. Even if he does not need it, he can't help but think twice: "The hall is always warmer than the outside."

He said, he glanced at the temple and found that the snow outside the hall was clear. The pillars were clean and washed like water, and even the brass bells under the gallery were polished.

The Jiuzhi lamp smashed the freshly brewed tea into the cup: "This is not my temple. I will clean it and clean it. I am not qualified to stay for a long time."

Sun Yuanzhou knew that he was a nosy, and he returned from his father to his subordinates with a low eyebrow: "Yes."

"Warm snow dust?"

Sun Yuanzhou is also the cause for this: "Zongzhong disciples came to report, and they searched all the towers of the towers where Meng Zhongguang fell. They could not find the traces of Wen Xuechen.... Only in the tower Found his wheelchair."

The Jiuzhi lamp holds a steaming thick porcelain cup, and the eyes appear bigger and moister: "...a wheelchair."

"The disciples brought them back. They stopped at the Green Bamboo Temple."

Jiuzhi’s lamp screamed and said: “Where is it going?”

“What do you want Wenxuechen to do for you?” Sun Yuanzhou tempted to ask, “Subsidiary may be able to serve.”

Having said that, Sun Yuanzhou is quite self-aware.

His qualifications for general training are general. The only thing that can be said that his life is superior is "knowing the time" and "good governance". Compared with Wen Xuechen's imaginary mind, he is worthy of a mouth that is good at appeasing people.

However, the current situation is changing rapidly. He can't hold the hearts of people floating under one mouth.

He can only wait for the power of the nine lights to turn the tide.

"...you can." The Jiuzhi lamp only tilted him and said, "I just lack a person who drinks tea with me."

Sun Yuanzhou’s glimpse, his face is a little faint.

There are many branches of the magic road. Over the years, they have been suppressed by a pair of irons and nine irons.

Everyone is afraid of the nine lights, both fearing his heart and anger, but also fearing his ungratefulness.

The human heart is always strange. He didn't play four doors. Everyone decided that his heart would be different. He wanted to overthrow this mediocre youth. When he was the master of four, everyone talked more and he decided that he had a cold heart and lungs. The division’s doors dare to slaughter, and it’s all a wolf.

And they knew that the nine lights and the magic road were not even half-hearted, so they were frightened and completely collected the heart of the wolf.

However, this time Xu Xingzhi and other people broke through the wild, the news spread, and the whole chaos.

Some people are jealous, Xu Xingzhi is not dead early, how come suddenly popped out; some people are panic about how these people will apply revenge.

Some people think more profoundly: these nine lights have never been used for the benefit of the magic road. After the upper position, all the affairs are carried out in accordance with the rules of the old four rules, assimilation of the disciples, Yiqi costumes, ban their way, and treat the old four The capture of prisoners, letting them leave or leave, is clearly a disguised form of life for the old four-door preservation.

Now Xu Xingzhi, who should have died before, is out of the wild, and the nine lights can be rebellious. Will it not betray the magic road again?

The advantage of the magic road is that there are many branches, but the disadvantages are also numerous branches, disputes, shirking, and suspicion. One hundred people have a hundred ideas, pulling the magic car to one hundred directions to make efforts.

The internal friction has seriously damaged the morale of each branch, and it is impossible to make a fuss.

Sun Yuanzhou almost has to break the intestines for the nine branches of light, but the Lord is here to brew tea for the moon, sweeping the temple, as if the outside world is not important to him.

This untimely leisure is very easy to make people angry. Fortunately, Sun Yuanzhou has a good temper, and he is trying to report the known situation to Jiuzhi Deng: "Mountain Lord, according to the spies, there are more than 2,000 in Fengling, Danyang and The disciples of Yingtianchuan costumes settled in the towns of Yingtianchuan, and the two thousand ghost soldiers in Qingliang Valley and the thousands of disciples that Ying Tianchuan had originally had. The situation is really bad."

Upon hearing this news, the Jiuzhi lamp was not half-tensioned, but it was very interesting: "Where did the two thousand disciples who entered the town come from?"

Sun Yuanzhou condensed his eyebrows.

According to the original words of the disciple who had been squirming, it was "from the bottom of the earth", but this mixed account was obviously not able to put on the countertop, so Sun Yuanzhou shook his head: "I don't know. But I am sure that there are no five years. The above situation is impossible to pull out this team silently."

Jiuzhi lamp took a sip of tea and coughed up low: "...who knows."

Sun Yuanzhou knows that this is not the time to investigate the origin of this team. It is already there, and how to cook is a priority.

He said: "I have discussed with the Fortress and the sovereigns such as the Fortune Castle. In any case, I have vowed to keep Fengling Mountain and Danyang Peak. Otherwise, once we withdraw, we have lost the foundation for many years, and it is completely over."

The chilly face of the nine branches of lights moved, and the corners of the mouth were slightly tilted, and they did not answer.

As early as Wen Xuechen put the brothers into the wild, or as early as Xu Xingzhi wrote in the ignorance of "Meng Zhongguang will escape the wild", he faintly felt that the magic road may be finished.

This long half-year has passed, and all kinds of emotions have been weak. He only wants to drink tea now.

Sun Yuanzhou continued to sneak out: "Yesterday, the nearest ternary sect of Tianchuan, sent a team of monks to the towns near Yingtianchuan to harass them, but they fell their anger. But they did not know that Meng Zhongguang was in town, this The team just hit him and one didn't come back."

The Jiuzhi lamp faintly slammed, put down the teacup, held a step before the snow, began to wipe the waist blade, and did a careless look. For a time, Sun Yuanzhou could not understand, he did not wait for Xu Xingzhi. When people are in their eyes, they still don’t even listen to their own words.

After a long silence, Sun Yuanzhou urged him as a needle: "Mountain Lord, take an idea."

"As you said, the two are guarding the mountains." The Jiuzhi lamp gave a very unintentional idea. "Danyangfeng is the guardian of Yunyunbao and Heishuibao, so that they must lose."

Sun Yuanzhou is quite unbelievable: "Is that just the case?"

The Jiuzhi lamp picked up another snow: "...What else?"

Wiping and rubbing, he coughed low and coughed very slowly, as if he had swallowed a piece of tea just now, and he couldn’t get up, making him uncomfortable and only able to clear it.

Sun Yuanzhou simply clarified the words: "There is a wish to let you go to the town, to the heart of the disciples, and then arrange the next step. How can you stop doing it in the mountains, wait for someone to play? What?"

These sects are like a hundred-footed worm. They need a unified brain command to play the biggest role. Otherwise, they will be stumped by themselves. Why do you talk about business?

The nine branches of the lamp said: "Let them discuss it on their own. Is it because they are not there, will they sit still?"

Even if there is a good temperament, listening to these indifferent and extremely cool acquaintances, Sun Yuanzhou can not sit still: "Mountain Lord, you have no feelings for the magic road, you can die of cold, you should not understand!"

The sound of the nine branches of light slid into the sheath, and the sound sounded unusual: "...the teeth are long gone."

In the face of this face that does not care about everything, Sun Yuanzhou’s heart is completely cold, and he is slightly stiffer: “The meaning of the mountain owner is clear. If you have nothing to do, the subordinate will retire.”

Sun Yuanzhou left, and only the moon was left with the nine lamps.

He smiled at himself.

This is the reason for him to find Wen Xuechen. Only Wen Xuechen knows his mind, and only Wen Xuechen can understand why he refuses to pay attention to the magic.

The hot steam of the tea stove actively moved the lid, the nine branches of the lamp took off the pot, and two cups were taken out, pushed to the other side of the step, and they also picked up a cup. The small voice: "Wen Xuechen, we come to Poetry."

The air was silent, and the snow sucked away most of the sounds.

He looked up at the moon and gave the first sentence: "...very good month, not according to people."

Wen Xuechen couldn't respond to him. A cup of hot tea was placed alone on the side of Jiuzhi's lamp in the cold winter night, and the white steam was scattered.

He held the cup in his hands and sang the second sentence in the endless silence: "There are thousands of sails, no one."

After that, he touched the lonely cup and smiled, as if his only poet, tea companion and confidant had stayed with him for 13 years.

Sun Yuanzhou walked out of the mountain gate and whispered to two people dressed in black robes and waiting outside the door. One of them suddenly violently angered and said: "It's a shit!"

Before he waited for Sun Yuanzhou to signal him, he also felt that he was too excited. However, his mood was really difficult. He had to whisper and whispered: "It’s really a dog thing that is raised by the four teachers, and it’s thin and ignorant. Saying that the beautiful words are shrinking, telling us to go to the charge! Is Xu Xingzhi not dead at the beginning? Now he will come out, it must be his fortune!"

The words that were spoken were the main words of the Fortune Fortress who had squandered their grievances and confessed to Qu Chi. The other one was taller and thinner, and it was the Blackwater Fortress.

Compared with the violent jump of the Fortress, the Wubao Lord is even more worried: "I remember that Xu Xing's body is full of artifact world books. He has come out of this wild land, and maybe he borrowed the power of the world book..."

Sun Yuanzhou did not want to discuss with him anything that was useless except for the more corrupted military minds: "The mountain owners have ordered their own affairs, so please ask the two fortresses to work together and unite the small small parties around the party. On the one hand, they will strengthen their adherence. Contacting the sects near Ying Tianchuan, and harassing those people. If there is any need for help, please feel free to ask if I can help if I can help."

The bunker waking up from the rage, even claiming that the facial muscles were distorted a few times: "Yes, right. I have to put Danyang Peak into a wall! It is not so easy to come in again." I didn’t kill him at the beginning, this time I didn’t marry him.

In the court of Tianchuan, Xu Xingzhi, Meng Chongguang, Qu Chi, Zhou Beinan, Lu Yujiu, etc. are all in their place. The four gates of Qinglianggu, Yingtianchuan, Danyangfeng and Fenglingshan can be said to be able to speak and manage things. Disciples are analyzing the situation at hand. Zhou Wang ran to the sea, and Yuan Ruzhen was responsible for pouring tea.

The fact that the Magicians are in a mess is already obvious. After deliberation, several people also set the next action target at Danyang Peak. If there is no change, they will start after three days.

The big things have been set, and they will gossip about it in twos and threes. The circle around Xu Xingzhi is the most lively and noisy. Xu Xingzhi pulled out a few roasted sweet potatoes from the charcoal pile in front of him, and sighed and gave it to Zhoubeinan. One of them was given to the disciples, and he held one in his hand.

Yesterday, he thought about this very much. Meng Chongguang went across Haichuan to buy sweet potatoes. He happened to meet the ruins of the Sanyuan ancestor. Meng Zhongguang took the spoonful of them and returned to Ying Tianchuan.

When Xu Xingzhi was close to the freshly baked sweet potato, Meng Zhongguang took the initiative to pick up the sweet potato, carefully removed the surface dust, and went to the top layer of skin, and then handed it back to Xu Xingzhi: "Brother, eat. Be careful."

Sweet potato is just baked, very soft and very sweet, bite down the sugar heart straight down, hot and sticky, so people can not even swallow the tongue.

It’s still Zhou’s time when Zhou Danan’s time is not to see such civilian food. For those of them who have been in the valley for many years, food is nothing more than a leisurely occasional use, but in the wild, it’s been a long time. The taste, his heart and the stomach warmed up together.

Lu Yujiu also carefully swallowed water on the side.

He peeked at Meng Zhongguang's movements, clumsily intending to peel off Lu Yujiu to eat.

Qinglianggu’s second brother, Jie Xinyuan, has been looking at Lu Yuji since he was only a party. Seeing that everyone is no longer negotiating the righteous things, they will come forward unimpeded, and they will come to Lu Yujiu: “Things are gone, don’t wear this weird thing again. It’s ugly."

Lu Yujiu screamed, and he understood that he was talking about his own ghost face. He was trying to reach out and picking it up. Zhou Beinan suddenly held his hand: "Hey, don't move!"

He looked up and honestly said to him, "He doesn't take the mask."

The solution is inexplicable: "Why?"

Zhou Beinan's hard state: "He doesn't pick."

Xu Xingzhi heard the sound of this side, watching the sweet potato quietly watching the play.

Lu Yujiu noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately whispered round the road: "Brother, it doesn't matter."

After all, Zhou Beinan was also a brother, and the seniors were there. He stopped talking, and after a courtesy, he took a look at Zhou Beinan before he left.

Zhou Beinan peeled sweet potatoes and wondered: "What his eyes look like, I grabbed him something."

Lu Yujiu is fierce and fierce: "You don't be rude to your brother."

Zhou Beinan snorted: "What brother? That is your brother. I am on an equal foot with them, and they are 13 years older than them. I have allowed them to eat your sperm. Isn't that enough?"

Lu Yuji argued that "they are my brothers, that is what I should do."

Zhou Beinan grin, sour: "Oh."

He took the sweet potato to the heart of the sweet potato, and handed the larger one to Lu Yujiu. The voice was depressed: "You don't have to listen to your brother's words. Don't want to show them the wound on your face." Just show me alone. I won't dislike you."

Originally, I felt that I was confident that Lu Yuji touched her own mask of ghosts. The arrogance was weakened, and the sweet potato squirrels were chewed, adding another little heart.

The author has something to say: from the perspective of the magic road to write a dying struggle between the nine sisters and the magic road, by the way buried ambush qwq

There are also reasons for the negative battle of Jiu Mei.

From tomorrow, I will start the day, probably after the Ming Dynasty, the nine sisters will go offline, the latest day after tomorrow, the text is over~

In addition, North and South until now I thought I had married an ugly wife qwq