Chapter 803: Everyone is choosing

Chapter 803 Everyone Is Choosing
Several fat, almost immobile hares lie down in the grass by the roadside and bury their heads low. The gray hairs of the hares are their protective color. From a distance, they thought it was just a stone. Plus the grass It's hard to detect. They are like a group of well-trained masters who use the terrain to hide, waiting for the enemy to give a fatal blow.
An eagle is hovering in the sky
As the solution of riding the white lion passed by the road, the few hares were so scared that they couldn't even move. The soaring eagle in the sky shook its wings a few times and flew away.
The two people behind Fang Jie, a handsome young man with a sword and a cute fat man.
The three men were not moving fast. Although the warhorses of the latter two had gradually adapted to the unparalleled supremacy of the white lion, they could not dare to come too close. The young man with the backsword on the horse's back looked cold, and the fat man leaned down from time to time to poke a hairy grass from the weeds on the side of the road and squeezed it into his mouth.
"Suddenly thought of the way from Northwest to Chang'an."
Xiang Qingniu smiled suddenly and snarled Mao Mao grass: "It's also a bit of a broken official road, and you can't see a passerby by walking so far."
Xie Fuyao didn't know the past, so he listened slightly.
"I tell you."
Xiang Qingniu approached Xie Fuyao and said, "At that time, the guy riding the white lion in front was still a fool. He said that he had no power over chickens, but he was just an ordinary person at best. I wanted to lie He's a couple of dollars, who thinks he's cheated more ... "
Xie Fuyao's eyes flashed a strange thing, then nodded thoughtfully. Xiang Qingniu saw something wrong in Xie Fuyao's eyes. He didn't understand it at first. After a while, he sipped his hair and said, "Don't think about it, Dao, I'm a man! I don't How do you like to be too close to a woman, but Dao likes his daughter not a man! "
Xie Fuyao didn't speak, but the expression on his face that you used to explain these things made Xiang Qingniu somewhat annoyed.
Xiang Qingniu doesn't seem to have any choice with this kind of guy who doesn't talk more than talk, just shut up. He glanced at the hare in the grass by the side of the road, looked up at the eagle flying further and further, then fell on the white lion.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
Xiang Qingniu found that he was really not a person who could not bear to speak, so he walked for dozens of meters in silence and then couldn't help but start saying: "The war cannot never end, the days will always return to peace, Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I will have in the future, return to Leshan in Qing Dynasty and continue to pretend to be the master of the Taoism? Or do I want to leave as I used to, and travel all over the world. "
"The war will end, but the rivers and lakes are never calm."
Xie Fuyao finally replied, making Xiang Qingniu a little happy: "The storms of the rivers and lakes, you can ignore it, and this storm will hit you. If you ignore it, it will be calm."
"Yanwuyuan was ruined."
Xie Fuyao's tone was a little bit deep and depressed, making people frustrated: "After Yang Jian came out of the door, Yanwuyuan was actually a dead name. Dean Zhou sat in Houshan every day from sunrise to sunset, looking at his hair and beard. It's white. The professors who are not from the Sui people in the courtyard have left and returned to their respective hometowns. In the entire large courtyard, no one can be seen throughout the day. "
"Actually the same."
Xiang Qingniu sighed and said, "Isn't Yiqiguan the same? After Lao Niu's nose went away, Guanli was not as good as one day. At first, his old man said that Yiqiguan's future is on me. I only understand him now. What do you mean ... Lao Niu nose ran to the saints' tribe in the Western Regions and was reluctant to return as a saint. After two years of traveling with one sword westward, he finally went to another world as he wished. The three brothers returned to the capital and continued to the front. … I am the only Dao left by the grandma, who do not rely on me?

After saying this, he suddenly remembered one thing, and couldn't help but smile: "Come on, call me Uncle!"
Xie Fuyao said for a moment: "Why?"
Xiang Qingniu is serious: "Lao Niubi Xiao Yijiu and your master Zhang Zhenren have a peer discussion, Niu Bizheng Zhang Zhenren calls a brother, Zhang Zhenren does not feel lost. I am Xiao Yijiu ’s brother, so I ’m a senior Don't you just call me uncle? "
Xie Fuyao seriously thought about it, then twitched the corner of his mouth and called an uncle.
Xiang Qingniu laughed as if he had picked up a gold ingot, and was so proud of his chest tremor.
He urged the horse to catch up with Fang Xie in front, patted Fang Xie's shoulder and raised his jaw: "Quick, call Uncle!"
Fang Jie looked at him and asked, "If I call you Uncle, what good is it?"
Xiang Qingniu gave him a white look and said, "It's not at all simple. Look at the others. Thank you, why don't you bargain? What kind of seniority is what kind of seniority, you can't mess.
Xie Fuyao said coldly and coldly behind him, "It doesn't matter if you let me call your uncle, if you dare to call me a little thank you, I will kill you ..."
Fang Jie raised his thumb: "That should be it, thank you!"
Xie Fuyao: "..."
"Here it is"
Xiang Qingniu glanced at the male city called Dali in front of him and looked up at the defenders on the city wall, who could not help but smile proudly: "Why do I have a triumph of triumph over a big city? ? "
Fang Jie said, "Because you are doing this."
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"Please ask Grandpa Guo to go to the city in a hanging basket!"
A garrison general at the city wall leaned down and shouted. He was wearing heavy iron armor, as if he had shoved himself into an iron goblet. Perhaps only in this way could he have some sense of security. After all, standing below this time was the second person to be called a butcher after Luo Yao. As far as Nanyan people are afraid of Luo Yao, they are afraid of solution. In fact, Fang Jie's family in the southwest less than a year ago, killed more people than Luo Yao's 20 years in Yongzhou.
Outside the city of Yongzhou, tens of thousands of Nanyan soldiers and 600,000 people were beheaded. Coupled with the revenge of the Black Flag Army, the Tatars lost millions of people.
"Open the city gate"
Fang Xie faintly returned three words.
"Grandpa, don't make it humble. You also know your identity. Humble doesn't have the right to open the city gate for you to come in. It was ordered earlier. Please go to the city in a hanging basket."
He spoke carefully, and didn't know why. Obviously there were so many men around him, and there were only three people under the city. He was still terrified.
Fang Xie didn't bother to pay any attention any more, came down from the white lion to the side and sat down to ask Xiang Qingniu: "Is the landlord fighting?"
Xiang Qingniu fluttered and laughed: "Come, who is afraid of who?"
Xie Fuyao took a serious look: "I am too young to play ..."
It didn't take long for this guy to get to the Black Flag Army and he had already learned this little game. Xiang Qingniu came down from the horse and found a deck of skilled shuffles in the deerskin bag at the waist: "Come and come, we are all people with identity, a Taoist, a national father, and a performance martial arts court. Professor, I'm sorry to have played because I was too young. "
"How old is it?"
Xie Fuyao asked.
"Press the ground"
Fang Xie said something suddenly, then he pointed to the city gate: "I will give you a fat man in the south city, I will give it to you in the north city, mine in the west city, and play on the street. Whoever wins as much as I will give you as much as possible in Dali city."
Xiang Qingniu nodded: "This is a bit big ... but you are so generous, does he know Mu Rongsha?"
If none of the three of them were chatting below, although the defenders on the city wall didn't know what they were playing, how could they feel a little scary when they listened to the explanation, and it seemed as if the three had divided Dali City.
The guard on the city wall did not dare to take charge, and looked back at the old man in a large red robe standing in the distance. When he looked at the old man, his eyes were full of fear.
"Sir, what should I do?"
Shou will lean over to ask, his voice trembling a little.
"Send someone to the palace to ask your Majesty."
The old man, called the Master, stood with his hands on his shoulders and looked cold at the eyes of the three people below the city wall. "But these three people are under the city. Do you think there is any difference between walking through the city gate and sitting in a hanging basket? The three of them If you go to the city and want to start a killing ring, none of you can live. "
Shou shuddered, but still dared not make the decision. He turned to leave and wanted to go to the palace to ask for shame. Before he stepped, he saw Prime Minister Zhu Chijian and a team of guards slowly going up the city. Seeing Zhu Chijian, Shoujiang immediately went to ask as if he saw the backbone of the Lord.
Zhu Ji nodded after hearing the words, looked at the old man and said, "Guo Shi, Your Majesty means not to lose face too much. If the other party only comes with three people, we are scared to open the door ... no matter Neither the national body nor His Majesty's face looks good. The Chinese teacher sits here, and his face seems to be ... "
The old man in a big red robe was the black master of the Dali kingdom, known as the black master. I do n’t know the origin or how strong the cultivation is, but everyone in Dali City knows that this person is in Dali City. The status is extremely high, and Murong Shao highly respects this person.
"Open the door"
The black teacher's face turned cold, glaring at Zhu Jijian and striding down the city.
"I'll meet you in person!"
Looking at the back of the black master, Zhu Jijian couldn't help but pick his lips. In Dali City for so many years, he knew the character of every important person in the court, otherwise he would not do it steadily. Prime Minister for decades. This black master is the most proud, martial arts, let alone others to say that he is timid.
Zhu Chijian leaned down and looked under the city wall, looking at Fang Jie, and breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. This choice is the most important thing in his life for so many years. A choice. What he knows is that if he chooses the right one, the future of the Zhu family is not too dark. Plague of Blood.
In fact, most people will always face a variety of choices in their lives. When you choose a station team, you may not fly to Huang Tengda if you choose the right one. , Life no matter how many choices rarely touch life and death. They were too lazy to think about these issues, but Zhu Chijian had to think about it and had to be sad ...
"How can the Zhu family be stronger? No matter how strong they are, they are just barely qualified. They are always the one who chooses to stand in the team, not ... the one who is qualified to be the leader.
He laughed bitterly in his heart, and murmured that he hoped that this decision would not make him the eternal sinner of the Zhu family.
The black master stood inside the gate and watched the soldiers scrambling to move the huge wood against the gate, watching them laboriously pull the heavy gate slowly and opened a gap in the gate At that time, Hei Shangguo suddenly stunned, and he seemed to see monstrous blood waves pouring in from the door.
The smell of blood ... coming to his face.
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