Shenjing City is the most powerful heart of Great Xia, the foot of the Son of Heaven with the richest Diwei, and it is also the place where the body of the first artifact mountain and sea map is located.

Even if this world's first male city is directly used as one of the outer three passes, blocking the gate of the Endless Mountain in the Western Frontier and facing the alien race, it is still the safest and most powerful place in the entire vast land of Shenzhou.

Fifteen years ago, when the Sun Empire besieged the city for three months, the entire Shenjing City Four Divine Beast City Gates and the tall and broad city walls were soaked red by the blood of the enemy and me over and over again, but they still stood like giants without falling, this is Shenjing City!

For monks, no matter how strong their cultivation is, they dare not be presumptuous in this city, and even if it is a middle-aged Taoist Lu Yu who has cultivated to the sky, he is not allowed to enter this city without permission, because the luck of the entire human race and the dragon vein are suppressed here.

In this sense, when Sima Annan used the three-generation physiognomy method to analyze this mysterious and abnormal great power teacher who overturned the rivers and seas in the southwest barbarian forest, perhaps hidden in Shenjing City, or even when he was an official of the imperial court, no matter who it was, he only felt a burst of hairs standing on his back.

Because this is like in the pure light, there is a touch of darkness that cannot be discovered, from the deepest part, challenging the most important authority of the Shenjing City, if you think deeply from behind, it will directly make it difficult for countless officials and generals who know this news to sleep.

Light and darkness are the two opposites of one and the other, and it is difficult to imagine how terrible it would be to be able to hide the darkness in the Shenjing City for so many years.

But at this time, these pairs gathered here from the Shenjing City, including the gaze from the White Emperor Palace, and when they looked at the figure walking in the cold wind on the street in the middle of the Shenjing City, they knew that they were all wrong.

Because of this great power teacher, Shan Wenbai, the body does not have the slightest fluctuation and cultivation of vitality!

On the top of the high attic, looking at the old man Dong Guo Lezheng below, he couldn't help but sigh:

"As the so-called big hidden in the city, and the real best hiding is to hide from everyone, and we are all in the picture.

"The number of ordinary people in Shenjing City who can't cultivate is simply difficult to count with numbers, so this great master has taught us and Si Tianjian a deep lesson. ”

"What Mr. Dongguo said is extremely true, it was a mistake before we waited. ”

As soon as Dongguo Lezheng's words fell, an old voice of response sounded, and then Li Chunfeng's figure walked out of the void, looking at Shan Wenbai, who was still walking below, with a solemn face and an extremely embarrassed look.

Then Li Chunfeng thought about it in a blink of an eye, he had been relegated to Shenjing Station to farm at this time, and he was almost degraded again, holding this kind of dead pig mentality that he was not afraid of boiling water, he smiled lightly, his mood relaxed for most of the moment, and began to look carefully below.

To tell the truth, Si Tianta has a lot of intersections with Gyeonggi Prefecture on weekdays, so Li Chunfeng, who has been in charge of Si Tianjian for nearly a year, is quite familiar with Shan Wenbai, who has also been an official for a long time above the Shaoyin of Gyeonggi Prefecture, and because of this, his gaze is particularly complicated.

From the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Youfu to Shan Wenbai's own mansion, there is only one road from the pen to the bottom, and this is only half a pillar of incense distance, but whether it is for Shan Wenbai, or for everyone around, it seems to be extraordinarily long, finally, Shan Wenbai's rickety body came to the door of his house.

Then he took out a key from his bosom with some trembling, stepped forward to open the lock on the door, pushed the door and slowly entered it, at the same time, the eyes from all directions were bright, and everyone held their breath to see what this hero was going to do at the last moment of his life.

With Shan Wenbai's intelligence, he naturally knew that he would never live to see the sun the next day, but at this time, when he returned to the small mansion where he had lived for nearly a lifetime, his expression was indifferent and his eyes were extremely calm.

This small courtyard is a very standard courtyard style in Daxia, the area is not large, but the years are old, three sides of the living room, one side is the kitchen and firewood room, after Shan Wenbai walked into the courtyard, did not go back to the inner room where his wife was, but went straight to the kitchen.

Start the stove, add water, throw firewood, light the fire, chop vegetables, below, in one go, after a while, the chimney of the kitchen of the small courtyard, the smoke rises in the dark night, and the rich fragrance permeates the whole small courtyard.

Maybe it was the strong fragrance of the face, or maybe the heart felt something, the door of the small courtyard room opened, and a middle-aged woman wearing a coarse cloth coat walked out of it, looking at the light of the kitchen not far away, with a puzzled face, she slowly approached with a raised step, and then in the kitchen, Shan Wenbai held a long spoon and stirred the figure of noodles came into view.

The middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, and she asked softly:

"Husband, in the middle of the night, why are you busy in the kitchen, if you are hungry, just wake up the concubine, husband has never cooked, or I'll come." ”

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she hurriedly stepped forward and was about to take the spoon in Shan Wenbai's hand, but was stopped by the latter gently raising her hand, and then Shan Wenbai waved her hand to let the middle-aged woman sit down on the side, and continued to bend over and stir the boiling cauldron, the fragrance became more and more intense, and then said:

"Before I met you, I always cooked by myself, and Juan'er, you may have forgotten that on the night we got married, there was no banquet, and there were no relatives and friends, I only made a bowl of noodles, and you ate this bowl of noodles, and followed me for a lifetime, now that I think about it, it is too simple. ”

After Shan Wenbai finished speaking, he saw that the noodles in the pot in front of him were almost cooked, and then he turned around and was about to get two bowls, but after turning around, he found that the middle-aged woman in front of him, in her eyes, two lines of tears welled up, tears flowed down her face.

Shan Wenbai took two bowls, filled them with hot, fragrant noodles, and then brought them to the dining table, gently pushed one of the bowls in front of the middle-aged woman, sighed faintly, and continued to speak:

"Eat it hot, although I haven't made noodles in so many years, but it still tastes good. ”

The middle-aged young woman didn't speak, just picked up the chopsticks on the table, regardless of the boiling hot soup, picked up a large lump of noodles, sent it directly to her mouth, chewed it in a big gulp, and then before she could swallow it, she picked up a big lump and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Juan'er, you slow down, no one will rob you. ”

In Shan Wenbai's hoarse voice, unconsciously, there was a little tenderness, and then he picked up the chopsticks by himself, opened his mouth and took a bite, but the next breath, his brows were slightly wrinkled, because there was too much salt on this side, and it was salty.

After tasting a bite, Shan Wenbai put down his chopsticks, looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him who seemed to be hungry and still stuffed it into his mouth, and gently continued:

"In my life, Shan Wenbai, I am worthy of myself and his so-called remnants of the last dynasty, but I have only failed you. ”

Shan Wenbai's voice fell with shame, and the tears in the eyes of the middle-aged woman were even worse, like tears the size of beans, dripping in the bowl in front of her one by one.

The tears were salty, dripping down the already salty noodles.

That taste is bitter.

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