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Otherwise, such things that violate the time ethics are really unacceptable.

Mrs. Ye's few words caused a violent shock in the martial arts, but he didn't take it seriously.

During this period of time, he just accompanied Xu Qingwan to visit the places of interest and popular attractions around Luoyang City.

This world is the only one where he has leisure, can live a peaceful life, and spend time with his former beauty and old friend.

Xu Qingwan was in a good mood, perhaps because she hadn't really settled down for many years and came out to play.

She followed Mrs. Ye, and she couldn't tell that she was the demon girl with so much magic flames. Instead, she looked like a quiet little girl. She also looked at the big knife with great interest.

Mrs. Ye was also happy to see her happy, so she rewarded those Jianghu entertainers again and again, making them work harder with spears and clubs.

These days, on the streets of Luoyang, you can see the two of them walking slowly and stopping from time to time everywhere.

During this period of time, Mrs. Ye did not let go of shaping her own golden body while playing with Xu Qingwan.

Under his hard work, the progress of shaping the golden body has also reached the final stage.

In about a month or two, he will be able to really combine the two vajra indestructible physical skills, achieving a qualitative change.

The back mountain of the Xiaoyao School.

On a tall pavilion.

Mrs. Ye stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the crowds of handsome men and women in the door, practicing kung fu or chatting about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting together.

It is estimated that this scene can only be seen in the Happy School, because the Happy School still retains the old standard for accepting disciples, that is, every disciple must be handsome in men and beautiful in women.

And after getting started, you must eliminate hostility, and you must be proficient in one subject of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and have a little knowledge of several subjects.

In modern times, there is a saying that is very suitable for today's Xiaoyao sect, that is, both styles are blooming, and no disciple in the sect will become a reckless man who only knows martial arts, nor will they become a man who only knows how to recite poems. A rotten Confucian literati who paints and talks about romance, but has no power to restrain a chicken.

Under such circumstances, it's no wonder that in the eyes of outsiders, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect all have an air of immortality.

Behind Mrs. Ye, Xu Qingwan sat behind a nanmu table, holding a Langhao brush in his hand, and while looking at Mrs. Ye's back, he sketched carefully on the rice paper.

After about another incense stick, Xu Qingwan put down the brush in his hand with a smile, picked up the pair of rice paper with Ye Tai standing back with his hands behind his back, and walked over.

She spread the rice paper with a smile and said, "Brother Ye, what do you think?"

Mrs. Ye took the painting of the back, and said with a smile: "Ingenious and ingenious, full of fairy spirit, Qing Wan didn't expect your painting to be so brilliant."

Xu Qingwan looked at the painting, as if remembering something, she said: "Actually, this back view has kept me alive until now, and finally I waited for you to come back again."

Ye Tai was surprised: "How to say?"

Xu Qingwan explained: "Back then, I synthesized countless martial arts skills and created the Heavenly Demon Fiend Blood Dafa. At first I intended to ascend, but it was too difficult to ascend, so I wanted to use this technique to forcibly reverse my vitality and rejuvenate my old age. Well waiting for you to come back again someday.

But reversing the vitality of human nature and living another life is really against the harmony of heaven, just like ascension, it is almost impossible to do it.

So I thought hard and fell into a kind of bewilderment. Finally, after three years of retreat, I finally thought of a possible way to realize it. "

Mrs. Ye turned her eyes and said tentatively: "That means dying first and then reborn, breaking and then erecting? First cut off your own vitality to deceive the way of heaven, and then resurrect from the ashes and recast your fleshly body?"

Xu Qingwan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Brother Ye is indeed an extraordinary talent, and he figured out the joints so easily."

Ye Tairen couldn't help but said: "I just deduced it based on your deeds earlier. It's not as good as you said, but what does it have to do with my back?"

Xu Qingwan gazed reminiscingly, and said: "You also know that in "Eight Desolation and Liuhe Only I Respect Gong", there is a part that can rejuvenate, but it can only maintain your appearance, but it can't really rejuvenate your internal organs. of exuberant vitality.

So in a certain state of bewilderment, I resolutely cut off my vitality completely when I was rejuvenated, so that after a few days, people in the world thought I was dead and buried me.

As everyone knows, I still had a ray of consciousness at that time, but that ray of consciousness was too weak, and it was not enough for me to control my body, regain my vitality, and live another life. "

Ye Tai frowned and said: "The body's vitality is completely cut off, what kind of feeling does it feel like?"

"cold."

"dark."

"Lonely."

"Powerless."

"fear."

Xu Qingwan used five adjectives in succession, and she said: "At that time, my consciousness was lax, and I didn't know what happened outside. I felt like I was in the boundless darkness, alone, looking for a way out.

I have never felt that kind of deep powerlessness, and the coldness that goes deep into the soul, and I don't know how long it took before my consciousness finally began to gradually dissipate.

The darkness and coldness in all directions are eroding my lonely soul. The feeling like being in the deepest part of the sea with no way out in all directions makes my weak consciousness also give birth to a feeling of wanting to give up.

But just before my consciousness was completely lost, I vaguely saw a faint ray of light like a candle in the darkness.

In this endless sea of ​​darkness, I drifted alone for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw something other than darkness, and felt an indescribable warmth in that ray of light.

I followed that ray of candlelight, just like in a world of ice and snow, naked in pursuit of warmth, getting closer and warmer, I finally saw the back in the candlelight clearly, it really was the one I followed all my life What about you, Brother Ye, you are like a long river that has traveled through time and space. When I was about to die, you came to guide me.

This time you didn't run any more, but stopped there and waited for me.

I finally caught up and hugged your back. In the boundless darkness, there are only two warm souls hugging each other tightly. "

Mrs. Ye looked at the affectionate Xu Qingwan and asked, "And then?"

Xu Qingwan showed his face and laughed: "Then the world lit up, the darkness turned into light, the coldness turned into warmth, and the fear turned into firmness. After 100 years in the world, I am destined to meet you again in reincarnation, and now, I have finally waited."

After that, she embraced Mrs. Ye's waist from behind Mrs. Ye.

Putting the scorpion head on Mrs. Ye's shoulder, squinting her eyes, an unprecedented sense of leisure appeared on her face.

Sniffing his scent deeply, just like that day in the sea of ​​reincarnation, she felt boundless warmth and sense of security, sweeping and filling her heart.

"It's easy to die for one person, but it's hard to live for one person. I've lived for you in two lifetimes, and I only want to change your heart."

126、The Great Army

In 1243 AD, the thirteenth day of the second lunar month.

The Great Khan of Mongolia, Meng Ge, formally gathered his troops and horses, prepared all the food and grass, and under the auspices of the two national teachers on the left and right, after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, 80 Mongolian cavalry, under the Khan's words of "going out", stepped on aggressively. Into the river soil of the Song Dynasty.

The boundless rolling cavalry is like a torrent, where the turf shatters and splashes, the rumbling fighting spirit rushes straight into the sky.

Regardless of the outcome, the battle of the Southern Invasion, destined to be recorded in the annals of history, has officially begun.

Upstairs in Xiangyang city.

From several miles away, one can see the black cloud-like, boundless torrent of iron and steel in the distance, and the slight tremor of the 80 iron-shoe marching, roaring like a big Lu in the hearts of every man guarding the border.