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This day is destined to be the most festive day in the three years of Dazhou Guangshun, not only this day is a day of family reunion, but also the most warm day since the beginning of winter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere was a festive atmosphere in the Great Zhou Palace, and the Great Zhou Emperor Guo Wei had recovered his usual spiritual strength under the careful treatment of the old monk Master Huaisu, and his sluggish breath was replaced by the ruddy color of his face. 、

The big stone in the heart of Chai Rong, the king of Jin, finally landed, because Guo Wei had already begun to make an edict to officially crown him as the crown prince of the Great Zhou. And he finally stopped trembling and living in fear, accompanying the king like a tiger, this dangerous aura of the imperial family will no longer appear on him. Emperor Guo Wei of the Great Zhou Dynasty appreciated his behavior of putting family affection above all else, and he finally stopped entering the palace once for fear of arousing the emperor's suspicion, and he could enter the palace to visit this old man in his old age.

All this seemed to be going for the better, and the imperial capital of Bianliang was bathed in an atmosphere of joy and joy, and the emperor issued a decree promulgating various legal provisions that were beneficial to the people as soon as he recovered from a serious illness. It's just that those edicts haven't been issued yet, but these things have spread all over the imperial capital, and the people of the Great Zhou have celebrated and rejoiced. On this day, this year, the last rays of the sunset swayed in all corners of the imperial capital, and everyone's faces were flooded with layers of extraordinarily bright red, I don't know whether it was the afterglow of the sunset or the joy of celebration in their hearts.

Ling Tianyun's last sword almost exhausted all his strength, and the last wisp of true yuan in his dantian also disappeared, and he fainted to the ground as if he had lost his strength, and he suddenly lost consciousness. And Zhang Xiaofeng's chest churned, and the hot breath that rolled up almost came out of his throat, making his face appear a piece of golden paper. After spraying that mouthful of blood mist, the aura on his body was disordered, but he wilted like a long sword to the ground, not allowing himself to fall.

Dugu Aoxue's beautiful eyes were shining with a hint of glazed luster, not only for Ling Tianyun, who fainted after swinging his sword hard, but also for the peerless swordsman Zhang Xiaofeng, who was extremely seriously injured. These two men gave her a shocking feeling, that resolute momentum that regarded death as if it were home, and left an indelible imprint on her heart. Hunting in light clothes, Duhan and Aoxue, at this time, Dugu Aoxue completely lost the cold and snow-like ice and arrogant temperament at the beginning, only the peerless fairy who looked back gracefully and gracefully.

On this day, Alai was also very busy, and since his return, a new situation has emerged in which the members of the Flying Sparrow Camp are full of fighting spirit. And he led the members of the Flying Bird Battalion to shuttle through the streets and alleys of the imperial capital Bianliang City from time to time, in order to find out the Khitan spies and find out the real murderer of Lao Li. At this time, he was in the feeling of ice and fire, one was that he had already gone towards his goal, he could finally be said to have mastered this Flying Bird Battalion, and he could finally get the approval of that Feng Taishi as he wished, and he could also complete the task he gave him.

But if there is no guilt and regret in his heart, it is impossible, how many years of brotherhood, how many years of life and death, he has become accustomed to standing behind Lao Li and blocking a blade that will stab him from coming. And now, he stood in front of him and stabbed the short knife in his hand into Lao Li's body, his hands were stained with Lao Li's blood, and there would be some pain in his heart. It was regret, or guilt, but more of it was replaced by a shadow, which completely shattered the remorse and guilt in his heart.

Da Liu became an idler this day, and the Kaifeng Mansion under his leadership roamed the streets and alleys. And today, in addition to the crowds of people in the streets and alleys, those thieves seem to be honest, and there is no chaos at all, and their fast arresting officials have become decorations in the imperial capital. In the boiling streets and alleys, among the lively crowds, there is not a single thief, nor a single extortion, everything is almost abnormally good law and order.

Looking at the dazzling array of small objects on the street, as well as the pedestrians full of joy and joy, he couldn't help but think of the deceased Lao Li again. When he thought of Lao Li, there was a tingling in his heart, if it was in the past, he would sit in a restaurant with Lai and Lao Li, drinking freely, but now, he is the only one left, and he seems to be the only one in the imperial capital.

However, for Alai, the last thing he wants to meet is Da Liu, not the deep guilt he feels for Lao Li in his heart, and he will definitely show his feet in front of Da Liu. As is often the case, the more you are afraid of what happens, it tends to happen to you.

Da Liu still saw Alai, in the flow of people, he recognized Alai at a glance, and a touch of joy surged in his heart, and he walked quickly from the crowd to Alai. And Ah Lai also saw Da Liu, he subconsciously thought of dodging, but he knew that he might avoid Da Liu for the rest of his life, so he still greeted Da Liu, but his heart was full of uneasiness, but he still had a smile on his face.

"How did you come back?" Da Liu filled Alai's wine glass with wine, and then asked him, he was only extremely happy about Alai's appearance, and he didn't think to doubt him at all. Although he was surprised by Alai's appearance, he was still sincerely happy.

"I know about Lao Li, I returned to the Flying Sparrow Camp to find out the real culprit and avenge Lao Li." Lai took the wine glass and drank it down, his eyes showing endless grief and indignation. A feeling of sadness and indignation arose, and a cold glint shot out of his eyes, and he said solemnly to Da Liu.

"It's good to come back, just say if you need help." Da Liu nodded, he heard a strange feeling from the other party's tone, but then he left it behind. Anyone who suffers such a blow will also have some strange reactions, so he didn't take these to heart, but just said solemnly to Alai.

"That's natural, Lao Li is not my brother, but also your brother, what we can do is to bring the real murderer to justice and comfort Lao Li's soul in the sky." Ah Lai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he knew that Da Liu didn't see anything, and he didn't have any suspicions about him. For Da Liu and Lao Li, Lai is still reluctant to deal with Da Liu, Da Liu is rigorous and meticulous, and he feels that Da Liu also gives him a sense of mystery, so that he can't find out the slightest trace of the other party. Although the three of them have been friends for many years, the one Lai doesn't know the most is Da Liu, in addition to his rigorous and meticulous actions, he is also an old-fashioned and serious person, never smiling.

Da Liu asked Ah Lai about the situation of these times, and the two chatted from the restaurant, and the bloody sky gradually darkened. Looking out of the attic window above the restaurant, the remnant sun was like a blood ball, beating incessantly in the depths of the sky, and the huge blood ball finally fell into the clouds with a bit of dazzling blood, dyeing the clouds blood-red. And when Ah Lai saw the sunset with the last trace of blood, he suddenly felt that the blood-red and dazzling clouds were like a blood stain on Lao Li's chest before he died, which made his expression a little trance.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is full of bright sunshine in the sky, warm as spring, but in Jinling, another ancient famous capital thousands of miles away from Bianliang, the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is still as cold as freezing, and dark clouds are shrouded. Dark clouds rose densely, and the rolling clouds rushed towards this ancient imperial capital like a galloping army.

Ye Yinfeng was holding an ordinary knife in his hand, and he was thinly sharpening a wooden stick, which he had already cut into a rudiment, which was the prototype of a sword. Around him were three tatteredly dressed but clean boys, who silently watched as pieces of wood chips peeled off from the sticks, and a sharp and extraordinary long sword suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, making their eyes light up.

Not far from Ye Yinfeng, beside the low wall, two people stood outside the stones above the wall. A man was tall and scarred, like a bamboo pole, and the man put his gloves into the wide sleeves of his coat. Opposite him was a chubby little Taoist priest, whose round belly held the loose Taoist robe tightly, while the fat little Taoist priest's height was only a little above the lower abdomen of the tall and thin man.

This is a forgotten area in Jinling City, the imperial capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, a small dilapidated courtyard with low courtyard walls mottled with mud and withered grass, and the thatched hut with only two or three rooms is even more dilapidated. And in such a dilapidated courtyard, there are nine people doing their own thing. It all seemed so harmonious, everything seemed so peaceful.

The movements in Ye Yinfeng's hands became faster and faster, and the two boys beside him already had a lifelike wooden sword in their hands, and the eyes of the other boy showed an excited desire, and a look of joy arose, because the wooden sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was about to be sharpened.

The silver-haired old man lying on a rattan chair that he didn't know where to move seemed to be enjoying the pair of pink jade hands hammering the old and the new, and beneath him was a sturdy young man, who seemed to be listening to the old man's narration. The old man would burst into bursts of laughter from time to time when he said that the happy person would have a cute expression, and he nodded from time to time, as if what the old man said was too wonderful.

The fat Taoist priest seemed to be arguing with the tall and thin man about something, and when he said that he was excited, he saw that the fat on his cheeks couldn't stop shaking, and his small eyes flashed with light. Only the little girl who was carved in pink was quiet and lovely, and a pair of small hands knocked on the shoulders of the old man lying on the rattan chair, and the black eyes shone with a brilliant luster.

"Haha, okay, thank you, Brother Ye." The boy who was squatting beside Ye Yinfeng finally let out a burst of cheers, he quickly held the wooden sword handed from Ye Yinfeng's hand, he rushed towards his companion, and did not forget to thank Ye Yinfeng before leaving. He raised his wooden sword and headed towards the other two boys, shouting as if he wanted to compete with the other two boys to see who had the best sword.

The sky gradually darkened, Ye Yinfeng touched the jade sword pinned to his waist with his right hand, his heart couldn't help but warm, and the fairy-like face of the woman in green clothes appeared in front of him again. And all this in front of him seems so quiet, a warm current gushing out from the bottom of his heart slowly rises from the bottom of his heart, so, best.

The dilapidated courtyard gate opened, but it was the residents in the alley who rushed in, the lady of the Xiao family holding the pot of fragrant pig's trotters, and the steamed buns of the old Li Tou's family, as well as ????????。 Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and after today, tomorrow will be the beginning of a new year.

"Eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner", I don't know which child let out a cheerful shout, and then this originally quiet courtyard began to live. There is no burst of firecrackers from the rich and noble, no red lanterns, only the hope for the new year, such as the expectation of the coming year.