readx;?“ History is history, and nothing will change because of certain people or events. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info is like this cup of tea, no matter what it is in your heart, it is still a cup of tea, not wine. A gleam flashed in Taishi Feng's eyes, and he said calmly to the flawless young man in white clothes.

When Yan Longxing heard this, his face still had a smile like a spring breeze, but his warm eyes already revealed a bit of unconcealable edge. He grasped the glass-like teacup lightly between his fingers, and gently shook the green tea, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment, and no one disturbed his contemplative and contemplative manner.

"Since you're here, let's leave something behind, even if you can't change it, and move forward for your goals. Master Feng really shocked the person in his dream with a word, Yan is really curious, who are you? From Yan Longxing's eyes, there was a blade-like edge, and he looked straight at the old man with a fairy-like posture, as if he wanted to see through what kind of face would be hidden under that old face.

"Old decay is old decay, Feng Taishi of the Great Zhou Kingdom, Feng Dao. Yan Gongzi asked Lao Yu this question no less than three times, does it really matter who Lao Yu is? Brushing the white beard under his chin, a faint smile appeared in Taishi Feng's eyes, like a fox who had succeeded in his plot.

"What the hell are you talking about, like a dumb riddle, I can't hear a word clearly." Li Chongjin, who was silent on the side, couldn't help but frown, and the two asked. He really didn't understand a word, and the two of them seemed to be playing Zen, which made him very puzzled.

"You don't have a chance this time, and you won't have a chance next time." Yan Longxing did not directly answer the fierce Zhou general, but said a headless word. There were a pair of wise eyes embedded in the young face, as if everything in this world had been seen through by him, and he was just like the wise man who stood on the highest place, in addition to the immaculate temperament, there was also a burst of bookish elegance.

"So you decided to do it early, didn't you?" Taishi Feng's eyes burned and asked Yan Longxing.

"Yes, there are too many variables in this world, Yan wants to go back to that place, only do it in advance, no matter whether history changes or not, Yan just wants to go back to that place."

"Do you really have to go back to that place?" Taishi Feng's eyes showed a rare curiosity, and he asked again.

"It's very important, it may not be important to you, but it's very important to Yan. If you want to return to that place, there is only one way, which is to dominate the world and build a great cause for thousands of years. Yan Longxing nodded seriously and replied. The flawless aura of the white robe suddenly dimmed, replaced by a touch of bloodthirsty domineering incomparably confident.

"You may succeed, but history never changes because of someone or something." Taishi Feng just reminded lightly.

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Longxing didn't dwell too much on his own question, he pointed the finger at Taishi Feng again, and at the same time asked that question extremely seriously.

Master Feng was silent, he didn't ignore the question of the flawless young man in white, but chose to be silent, maybe this was the best way to face that question. He casually poured another cup of green and emerald-like tea, as if the boiling water in the pot was inexhaustible, they had already drunk many cups of tea, but the water in the pot had not been added by Master Feng.

"Who is Ben Jiang, you can't understand a word of Zen between you, why do you have to make an appointment with Ben Jiang. It's better to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy. To be with people who talk like you, to be alive is torture. Li Chongjin no longer concealed the unhappiness in his heart, he drank the tea in his hand, like drinking a glass of wine, the action was extremely chic, in one go.

"You are a witness." Yan Longxing smiled unabatedly and said to Li Chongjin. And his words made Li Chongjin full of doubts, he didn't understand what he was witnessing, whether it was to witness the inexplicable conversation between the old man and the young man, or to witness the inexhaustible boiling water rushing to the fragrant green tea.

Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er strolled down the street, they didn't expect that this sudden spring rain would sweep away their interest in admiring this ancient imperial capital. The spring cold in the north came more violently, and this spring rain came even more suddenly, which caught people off guard, so that their clothes were already wet. Although the two of them changed into brand new clothes, they still had a bit of inferiority complex, and before they had time to appreciate the fierce folk customs of the Great Zhou, they felt the wanton and violent spring cold in the north.

"Dog, what do you say is the difference between this Bianliang City and our Jinling, it is not the same thick city wall and wide streets. There are not as many pedestrians on the street as there are people in Jinling City. Hiding in a stone pavilion, Li Chenglong asked Lai Gou. In his eyes, this city is the same, with thick walls, high towers, and a dazzling array of shops on the streets.

"What do you know, this is the imperial capital, but it is not comparable to Jinling, this is the first city in the Central Plains. Although Jinling City is not bad, there is still something missing, don't you see it? Also, you are not allowed to call me a dog in the future, I am a member of the mission to Da Zhou, and I am also an official if I say anything. If you don't know, you have to ask, don't pretend to understand if you don't know, this will be a shame on the face of our Southern Tang people. ”

Of course, Lai Gou'er was still intoxicated with excitement in his heart, he didn't expect that his beggar-like status would one day become a member of the Southern Tang Dynasty's mission to the Great Zhou. And he has become an official with a salary, although he still doesn't know what kind of official he is, but all this is enough. When I return to Jinling City, I can show off to those pranksters, and I will be a official.

"No name and no share, if it weren't for Ye Gongzi, how would we still have this life. As far as you know, I don't see you reading a book for a few years. I see, in addition to being more magnificent than our Jinling City, the women here are stronger than the women there, isn't this the same as Jinling City. Li Chenglong was naturally dissatisfied with the other party's disdainful attitude, and he immediately retorted to the other party. And he still hasn't changed his opinion, the city is the same.

"Amitabha, two donors, are you from the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

Just when Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er were chatting, a fat monk walked into this small stone pavilion, which was originally spacious, but with the fat monk coming in, this stone pavilion suddenly seemed a little crowded. Because the fat monk occupied most of the place, an invisible feeling of depression suddenly surged towards the two of them.

Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er were even more surprised, they didn't see how the fat monk entered the stone pavilion, at first he also paid attention to the surroundings, and didn't see any pedestrians. But this monk who came out of nowhere flashed into the stone pavilion like a ghost, which made their hearts tighten, and they looked at the monk in a daze, but they couldn't speak.

It was a fat monk with some deformation, fine skin and tender flesh, and a brightly colored robe on his body, and under the fat monk's wide forehead was a pair of eyes with deep sunken eyes, and a big mouth under the high bridge of the nose. There was a strange aura in the monk's body, which made people tremble.

When the monk saw that the two did not answer him, he was not annoyed or annoyed, and asked again.

Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er came back to their senses and nodded to the fat monk busily. They didn't know why the monk was asking themselves such a question. However, the monk chatted with them again, and the monk did not show any unfavorable aura for them, which reassured the two of them, but they said everything they knew without any hindrance.

"Amitabha, thank you to the two donors, the rain has stopped, and the poor monk will say goodbye." The fat monk said to the two of them with both hands, and after speaking, his fat body had already stepped out of the stone pavilion. To the surprise of Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er, the rain outside the stone pavilion did not stop at all, why did this monk say that the rain had stopped. They looked into the rain curtain outside the stone pavilion one after another, only to find that the monk had already disappeared.

The eyes of the two were full of horror, and their hearts were palpitating, the spring rain around them seemed to be falling more densely, and the white layers of rain covered the sky, and between the earth, there was only the vast spring rain, like a blade, the wet and cold breath surging wildly, rushing straight to the bottom of the heart. They couldn't help but shudder, the spring cold of this imperial capital was still more frightening than the winter cold of Jinling, and people couldn't help but shiver.

A look of despair flashed in Alai's eyes, and the incomparably delicate long knife swept through the air with layers of bloodthirsty aura, surging down towards him. And he struggled unwillingly, and the rain on the street penetrated into his clothes wantonly, and the drizzle like a cow's hair sparked a cold blade in the air, and slashed down his head.

The bloodthirsty breath overwhelmed him, and he simply closed his eyes, come on, maybe this is retribution. As soon as he died, he had no brotherhood, and he didn't have that beautiful fairy-like figure. Despair made his face extremely pale, and he didn't know if his face was wet with the spring rain as thin as a cow's hair, or if he had unwilling tears in his heart.

"Bell", a piercing sound of metal interlaced sounded in Alai's ears, and he only felt a flash of fire in front of his eyes, although his eyes were closed, the fire was still clearly felt by him. Then, the terrifying aura that enveloped him suddenly disappeared, and he felt that his body belonged to him again.

When he opened his eyes, he first saw a pair of incomparably delicate flower shoes, and looking up along the flower shoes, he saw a slender figure, a long purple skirt tied the graceful figure, and a gorgeous paper umbrella like a Su on top of the moving shadow like a purple cloud.

Lay on the soaked street, he saw the gorgeous paper umbrella, and saw the purple and peerless shadow, although it was a back, and there was a sword that revealed the coldness, but he still recognized the woman in purple. He almost couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't expect it, but it was she who held a flower umbrella and fell from the sky and saved his life. A fragrant girl who can only look up to him but can't afford to have a blasphemous heart that exists like a fairy in his heart.

The gorgeous paper umbrella was like a large shield, and the rain that swirled and flew out of the paper umbrella and surged towards the middle-aged man. The purple shadow did not touch the rain, and the flower shoes under his feet were not wet for half a minute, but the long knife in the middle-aged man's hand was even more imposing, rolling up layers of spring cold and counterattacking.

Ah Lai knew that the Xiang'er girl was no match for the middle-aged man, and just as he was worried about the purple shadow, the rain on the street suddenly flew obliquely. But I saw a cold figure of Shen Xiong rushing into the rain curtain, the drizzle was flying, and the person who rushed into the rain curtain was already soaked, but the cold light in his hand was like a bamboo, and the middle-aged man was like a rainbow and slashed away.

"Liu Yuansheng, you're finally here." Alai breathed a sigh of relief as he lay down on the street like a dead dog.