But what reminded him of that scene the most was the harsh cold season, the falling snow and the sound of the zither on the lonely boat.
Everyone looked at the festival square, at the scholars on the palace walls, at the students preparing to compete on the same field, looking forward to the opening of the third act of the Fengwu Festival.
As long as there is an order, tonight will begin to overthrow Lie Dao Mon.
Because this is one of owner Fan Lou's resorts.
Diansu Nuong was full of thoughts, she silently hung the pipa on the wall again, then returned to the bed, looking at Ling Langya, but felt the true feelings in his clear eyes.
However, when he rushed to the small door in the high wall of the eastern institute and was about to enter, he found that his gatekeeper had been killed not by the swords of three assassins, but by one men dressed in black with bows and arrows. .His steps stopped again. He couldn't even get in through that small door.
Ling Langya looked at his hunched body and unsteady steps, thoughtful. Perhaps, what Cai just said sparked his memories of the past.
He didn't want to owe that person a favor, not because he rejected it, but because he was afraid that in this life he wouldn't be able to repay it.
After the arrangements were finished, everyone left one by one, and many surrounding spectators gradually dispersed. Hu Xu and Lao Li returned home, saw the middle-aged woman, and told her the next thing. Although the middle-aged woman still worried about her children, because the government had helped, she could not stop Lao Li from helping others, so she had no choice but to agree.
Ho Hu returned to the room, lit a candle, and saw the food on the table change from hot to cold, but still intact. Seeing this, Ho Huc did not want to eat, so he wrapped himself in a long robe and calmly sat on the stone steps outside the door, looking at the lamp opposite, waiting for the prodigal son to return.
When Lao Zhang saw Ling Langya again, he was happy to hear that he had finally returned, so he wanted to go back and inform Qiu Yun. Ling Langya and Hu Xu thought to themselves, Qiu Yun and the others had also contributed a lot to this, so going to Qiu's mansion first wasn't a bad idea, so they went to Qiu's mansion instead. Qiu first.
At this time it was dark, there were no pedestrians on the road.
Ling Langya said: "Thank you for your help Qiu. I will definitely try my best."
The old prisoner sighed: "Foolish boy, do you know his good intentions? He has given you the best life-saving thing in this life. Even if you want to die, you can't die."
The mouse-eyed man said: "They should have returned to the ancient temple by now. Man Niu, go investigate. If you have any news, report back."
But now, he had to prepare to attend the banquet and worry about little Mieu Nhi. Even in the capital, Ho Huc didn't have time to earn any money. However, the two of them were not people who frowned because of money, and Hu Xuxu said that there would be a big business coming to their door in the future, so Ling Langya was no longer worried. Although he now knows that without money, living will be difficult, with Ho Huc here, he doesn't need to worry.
Sitting alone on the shore, Ling Langya was still the same as before, alone thinking about cultivation methods.
Ling Langya rubbed his painful head, could he just write the words down and compare to see who wrote better, could there be some rules? Thinking of this, he really regretted not listening carefully to the rules just now. If I had listened carefully just now, I wouldn't have hit my head three times in a row.
"There are too few people. I'm afraid if we don't demolish it quickly, our superiors will be dissatisfied."
As long as they don't throw in any more hidden fire weapons, it's fine. After thinking about it, Old Li picked up some of Old Deng's clothes in the cabin, knelt down and crawled out of the cabin.
The moonlight is clear as water, the garden is sunken like ink, the two sides are small bridges, who has seen it.
Although in this statement, I don't know how much everyone's sincerity is. However, thinking about what could happen during the ceremony, if everyone was a celestial cultivator, but with the protection of the Qiu holy path cultivator army, at least it was guaranteed. Especially Hu Shi, who can be called the young master of the family, and at the same time can be called the first of the young generation of the Zhao Song dynasty, for the Fengwu Festival on his land, that nature is inevitable.
When they saw the old fisherman's red eyes from crying, they were shocked.
Luc Vo saw the woman let go, his eyes immediately lit up, showing surprise. However, when he saw the woman holding the man's arm again, his bright eyes suddenly darkened, as if he had lost all expression.
Ling Langya held the small bronze bell in his hand and hugged the white fox, racking his brains.
Resting for a moment, one person and one fox continued to move forward despite the wind and snow.
Thuy Nguyet said with a trembling voice: "Yes."