Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. It was surrounded by green mountains and beside green water, with blue bricks and gray tiles hidden among the clouds.

A little bald head was tearfully pulling the corner of the big bald head's clothes. The little bald head sniffed, and his big eyes looked at the big bald head pitifully.

"Master, the disciple is scared." The little bald man sobbed.

"Hongdou, you are not even afraid of your master. There is nothing at the foot of the mountain that scares you." The big bald man comforted him.

"Master, you asked your disciple to save people, but I just want to recite scriptures and practice Zen, and I don't want to leave home." The little bald man pinched the master's cuff and refused to let go.

"Hongdou, your Zen master can't teach you. At the foot of the mountain, there is your Zen. So you will leave your master one day." The big bald man touched the little bald man's bald man with no head.

The little bald man seemed to understand, nodded obediently, but his eyes were unwilling to let the master go.

"Hongdou, your master's wife can't bear to leave you. She is secretly watching you behind the tree." The big bald man whispered to Hongdou. "Be strong, go down the mountain. South China, protect your junior sister."

"Master, I will not let anyone bully my junior sister." A young monk standing beside Hongdou said seriously.

"This road is dangerous, you two must protect yourself." After saying that, the big bald man turned around, crying. He climbed the stone steps step by step, and walked over the steps ten thousand times. This time it seemed as difficult as climbing the sky gate.

The heartless Nanguo saw his master leave, and he used magic to turn a string of candied haws from his hand and stuffed them to his junior sister. "Hongdou, Master said, I want me to protect you well. Don't worry, wherever you go, your senior brother will be by your side, and the ends of the world are not far away, so you, don't be afraid, you have me."

"Bah...but you can't even beat me, I still have to protect you." Hongdou remembered that her senior brother couldn't even beat her, and her little face was full of sorrow.

Parting is a faint sorrow, and the setting sun is a faint sorrow. Hongdou is afraid of being bored, so he grabbed the Buddhist beads hanging on the chest of Nanguo and pulled him to sit on the lawn by the roadside.

"What's wrong with Hongdou, you? Master said, let me protect you, we must find a place to stay before the sun sets." The South China nagged like an aunt who bought vegetables in the vegetable market.

Hongdou glared at him angrily. The little monk didn't dare to speak anymore and looked at Hongdou's beautiful eyes quietly. Nanguo thought foolishly that the junior sister's eyes were much better than those of the scriptures.

"Where is the end of the world?" Hongdou rubbed his sore and tired feet and was next to Nanguo. Nanguo did not dare to disturb his junior sister, and he quietly did not dare to move. He swears that he would not even be so tidy in meditation on weekdays.

"Hongdou, I have read a book. It seems to say that home is at the end of the world." Nanguo said seriously.

"Hmph, liar. I'm stinky in the south, who made you not recite scriptures well on weekdays? I heard from my master that there is wind and sand at the end of the world." Hongdou turned his head and ignored the south.

The little monk was anxious and pulled the relics on his chest to swear.

"Hongdou, the person who lied to you was a puppy."

Hongdou felt a little angry when he looked at Nanguo's serious appearance, and could not stand him telling the truth. Nanguo saw that Hongdou didn't speak, and his face was full of smiles and squeezed beside his junior sister.

The autumn wind took advantage of the setting sun and picked a yellow leaf and fell to the ground, reminding Hongdou again of his master, his wife, and the temple he grew up with. By the way, there is also the big yellow dog raised by his master.

In Chang'an City, in a mansion. In the middle of the main hall was a burly middle-aged man with a mask on his face. He swallowed a mouthful of tea and chewed the tea leaves in his mouth.

Qin Song couldn't help but peeled an orange, and the white skin was too lazy to tear it. He held the orange and greeted him with a smile and sent it to the burly man. Although the man's face was invisible on one side of the mask, he looked at Qin Song with a gloomy look on the other side.

Bang...

The burly man finally got angry. Although he took the orange, he slapped his other palm on the chair.

"Okay, Qin Song, do you know your guilt?" said the burly man coldly, his voice loud and majestic.

"Mr. Marquis, I... I just stayed in the city and went out to hunt. Why do you think you are so angry? If you hurt your body, I, Old Qin, became a sinner." Qin Song winked and sang.

Some of the people in the hall were famous civil servants or brave generals in the court. Although they knew that Qin Song was ridiculous in his work, they still couldn't help but sweat. Qin Song came from a famous family and was also a famous general of Tianbao in the Qin Dynasty. On the battlefield, he was a butcher who made the enemy scared. However, when they interacted with others in private, they were also a complete scoundrel.

The burly man was a marquis of Zhenguo personally appointed by the emperor of the dynasty. He held 100,000 troops and horses in his hand, and also led the guards of Zhenguo in front of the emperor. This person was the famous Zhou Yi. Few people in the court dared to be arrogant in front of him, and Qin Song was his unique part.

Zhou Yi, the Marquis of Zhenguo, looked helplessly at Qin Song, facing his most admired disciple. Although Zhou Yi said ruthlessly, he was not angry. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to remind Qin Song to keep the key points, but Qin Song's skill in playing tricks is not simple.

He naturally knew about Qin Song's army leading his troops to Yuezhou to travel to the world of the world. Zhou Yi naturally disagreed with this nonsense. If he had just let him go, he turned a blind eye. Now that the new law is promulgated, the court is quite concerned. At the critical moment, if Qin Song annoyed the emperor because of this, he would inevitably punish him. But this kid could not understand his efforts. Zhou Yi looked at Qin Song with a slutty smile and felt a little angry.

This matter is over, and Zhou Yi is too lazy to mention it. Fortunately, he is surrounded by people, and if he is seen by the hostile forces, he will inevitably have some troubles. The always calm and steady Marquis of Zhenguo wanted to find a way to let this guy learn hard and destroy his temperament.

Zhou Yi scolded Qin Song a few words in front of all the civil and military officials under his command.

Everyone retreated, leaving only a handsome young man with a long hairpin.

"Mr. Marquis, tomorrow's birthday of Lord Shen of Qingzhou Prefecture. I've prepared the gifts. Marquis. See what else do you need to buy?" The young man handed Zhou Yi a booklet of Lero's congratulations.

The marquis of Zhenguo had a civil and military command, and they were all rare capable ministers. They were known as the Double Qin. The man in purple had a face like a crown of jade, and was Qin Tianhe, one of the Double Qin.

Zhou Yi tapped the table with his fingers, looked at the gift list, and nodded.

"Tomorrow, Lord Shen's birthday, Qin Song, you can go with me. Go back and take a good shower, don't embarrass me, do you know?" Zhou Yi said lightly.

"Mr...." Qin Song wanted to refuse, but he looked at Zhou Yi too lazy to look at him. He shrank back when he said something.

"All right."

It is rare for the two Qins to appear at the same time, leaving the Hou’s Mansion together. Qin Song joked about his colleagues beside him: "Mr. Qin, I see that your eyebrows are red, and a great disaster has come."

"General, are you joking?" The handsome man raised his eyebrows.

"Do you see, Lao Qin, look like a joker?" Qin Song was serious.

Qin Tianhe seemed to want to say that he was very much like him, so he resisted not having any words. He did not walk with the inappropriate Qin Song and took the lead.

After walking a few steps, Qin Tianhe, wearing a purple dress, turned his head and asked, "General, is there any wonderful way to break my disaster?"

He threw a gravel stone into the wild dog lying on the ground by the roadside. Qin Song looked at Qin Tianhe with a rosy face like a beautiful woman and laughed: "Yes, yes. If you walk to the Yueqiao Bridge and wave to Qingle Street, you will naturally have a god. Don't say that I, Old Qin, are unfaithful, cure the disaster of the Heavenly Evil, don't forget my brother."

After Qin Tianhe heard him, his handsome eyes burst out. Even though he had such a good temper, he couldn't stand this guy. He wanted to scold him, but Qin Tianhe watched a wild dog rushing over to bark at Qin Song, making his stomach hurt.

This damn wild dog was so ignorant that he came to challenge Qin Song alone after eating Qin Song's stone. Qin Song threw another stone, and the dog barked even more powerfully, as if he wanted Qin Song to see the power of the mad dog.

The white clouds are three thousand miles away, and a lonely boat carries the setting sun. The setting sun reflects the leaning tower, and a black-sailed boat on the lake is coming from the two mountains.

"Disciple, you must remember not to have any trouble with life." The old man in the black-sailed boat instructed a young man with a long sword on his waist.

"Master, I don't understand the opportunity you mentioned very well. However, if you help the King of Qin unify, the disciples are still confident." The young man replied.

"Okay, the heart is refined in the world. Don't worry, you must remember that fame, fortune, fame and fortune are clouds, and the great way is in your heart." The old man's voice gradually blurred. The young man stood alone on the black-sailed boat, and the old man had disappeared.

The Yanyun River is rushing endlessly, like a long colorful strip. By the river, on a pier, two men in strange clothes, one head of gold.

"Senior brother, the mission released in the sect said to help a small country called "Yue" in the mortal world defeat other empires. In my opinion, if we have the foundation-building cultivation level in this job, the sect's points will be obtained," said one person.

"You and I should act according to the opportunity. According to common sense, there will naturally be no danger in the world of the world. However, being careful can make the ship of ten thousand years." Another golden man replied, but the disdain revealed in his words was even more serious.

If a person with profound magic power stays in the human world, there will definitely be countless cultivators in the world of cultivation recently. In the chaotic years, cultivators appear in the mortal world, and there have been legends. According to rumors, accumulating merits and refining the heart of the world in the world are all about stories of immortals.

On earth, Taoists have long gone down the mountain in troubled times to uphold justice and eliminate evil and punish evil.

The storm is about to come, and a war in a chaotic world is about to reach. The smell of blood gradually spreads out in the air, forming a great trend of heaven and earth. In the East, the Sixteen State of Yanyun seemed to have changed because of this storm. A trace of change that ordinary people could not detect was faintly generated.

Resurrection of spiritual energy!

call out……

Lin Ziyun was meditating, and suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. Inexplicably, the spiritual energy in the world suddenly changed. It was no longer as before. In the past, Lin Ziyun could use exploration to describe the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Now he could clearly sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This moment of meditation can even catch up with the usual half-day practice. Although he didn't know what the reason was, this situation seemed to be definitely beneficial to him at present. If he continued to practice like this, it would only take about two months for him to break through to the third level of the Qi Refining Period. Thinking of this, Lin Ziyun couldn't help but feel happy.

Few people in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun can detect huge changes. However, the lives of countless accidents and strange events have made many people panic.

There were villagers working in the three prefectures of Qin State. A black dragon was drinking water by the Yanyun River. It was said that the size of a banyan tree was more than ten meters high. The villagers around were talking about it, and the local county magistrate sent someone to check the Yanyun River. The five guards who patrolled that night were three dead and two injured. One was unconscious and the other was completely crazy, muttering "Dragon" and "Dragon".

The Ming Kingdom was a small country that was dependent on the power of Qin Kingdom.

On a dark and windy night, a dark wind blew. More than a hundred families in the town lost their children, and some people said they saw hungry ghosts eating children alive.

In the lingering Nanshan Mountain for hundreds of miles, a white rat that lived a hundred years old suddenly turned into a beautiful woman. The woman touched her cheek with some disbelief, and was ecstatic.

The most famous martial arts master in the world is called Guidao Ren. Longhu Mountain is a famous Taoist holy land. Guidao Ren is now a hundred years old and is called a living god. The old man sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, closing his eyes and listening to Taoist boys chanting scriptures for many years.

"The Breath of Heaven and Earth..."

The martial arts of the ghost Taoist people have entered the realm of transformation, and they study Taoism every day for eternity. On this day, when they heard the mysterious method of the Taoist sect, they suddenly laughed three times and said, "The way of heaven is not destroyed, and my way is not alone."

These strange things gradually appeared in quiet places.

Yanyun land, all countries are fighting, and hundreds of boats are competing for the current. With the proposal of reforms by Sima of Qin and encouraging academic exhibitions, students from various schools of thought have argued, and the grand occasion of various schools of thought has emerged. The way of heaven is ruthless and the people have no masters. In this chaotic world, if you follow the development of the world, a dynasty that will eventually appear that will unify the world.

In the cultivation world, many sects have seized this opportunity and sent disciples to join the world to assist the king. Over the past few years, a chaotic world has opened the curtain. The world does not produce heroes, but the times create heroes. Let’s see who will be the ups and downs of this century-old competition!

Lord Shen Zang of Qingzhou and Jiangnan Prefecture was not only promoted to the title, but also received the 50th birthday ceremony. Everyone in the court knew about it. The proud and proud President Shen Zhou was the top scholar and was deeply favored by the emperor. This time he gave him a birthday speech written by himself and gold, silver and jewelry.

The courtyard is quiet, a young girl in a close butterfly suit uses her hands as a pillow, leaning on her delicate jade arms, bent her arms and folded on the windowsill. Her hands are hidden in the sleeves of her clothes, and her beautiful eyes are sad.

"Chu'er, Dad's birthday, my birthday speech has not been written yet, hey." The girl in purple opened her red lips and stared at the sky.

"What are you afraid of? The lady is extremely talented and will like any master who writes." The girl who called Chu'er came over with a wooden bucket of water and placed it next to the flower bar.

"Hmph, little girl. I just know to say good things. I'll go and see the Mu Yuehua sent by Uncle Tian the day before yesterday." Shen Luyi looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and her smile was so beautiful.

She pinched the water scoop made of gourd like a white finger, and sprinkled some water on the flowers. The ignorant official lady gathered her dress and squatted on the ground.

"Flowers, flowers, what makes you so depressed? You must be very miserable if you are alone. Fortunately, Uncle Tian gave you to Green Yi. There are many flowers in the flowerbed, but they are all asleep. Perhaps only the arrogant ones bloom under the moon." Shen Luyi whispered.

"Miss, Miss. Chu'er will take good care of them. The lady is really kind and cares so much about flowers and plants." Chu'er stood beside Shen Luyi and spoke in a daze.

"Chu'er, please help me grind ink." Chen Luyi pulled the handsome maid into the house.

In the fragrant boudoir, there are white rolls placed. The green clothes are crumpled with a piece of paper that says "The autumn dream in Chang'an is full of autumn rain, and the flowers bloom..."

Chu'er made up fragrant ink, and she kept the green clothes and held the carved feather and purple hair and wrote: "The autumn morning in Chang'an is just around the corner, and the flowers are flying. I miss the snow every year, and I don't compare this year. I will write the next day. I celebrate my birthday, celebrate my birthday, and I will pay my gratitude. I wish you a birthday today, and I will live longer than the southern mountain..."

I don’t know what month this year is? What year has been in previous years? This time I came to the capital, Chen Luyi always felt something indescribable in my heart, as if she was destined to be born in some things in her, and it seemed that there was a person who was destined to appear in her life.
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