As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qi'an thought of the rules that those who spy on the secrets of heaven must be bound by the secrets of heaven, and shut up decisively.
Mother-in-law, what did you see?
Lina asked instinctively, and then she remembered the rules of the Tiangu tribe: See through but don’t say it out loud!
The prophets of the Tiangu tribe have always followed this rule.
Lina still knows that all the people of the tribe go to the Prophet's house for dinner.
Everyone's eyes focused on Grandma Tian Gu, on her face, and expanded their respective interpretations:
Grandma Tian Gu looked at the south. The future she foresees was related to southern Xinjiang and to the Gu God...
With a solemn expression, she was more confused and confused, which shows that she herself did not interpret the foreseeable future...
Grandma Tian Gu's face is not too bad, at least it is not a bad thing. Hey, if you look closely, her facial features are very beautiful. She must have been a top-notch beauty when she was young...
As everyone was thinking, Grandma Tiangu gradually calmed down and leaned on a crutch and said in a kind tone:
I just saw some puzzling futures. I am not convenient to explain in detail. I cannot tell whether it is good or bad at present, but don’t worry, it is not a direct and terrible disaster.
Upon hearing this, the extraordinary powerful people in the hall nodded suddenly, which was almost the same as they expected.
The two results of this meeting were obtained from the meeting, which may require luck to be promoted to the Martial God; the knives know how to be promoted to the Martial God!
The next goal is very clear, and when Zhao Shou is promoted to the second rank, he will help the carving knife to contact the seal.
Huaiqing concluded:
The Gu clan's migration north could not be delayed. After several leaders returned to southern Xinjiang, they immediately summoned their clan members to go north. It was a bit difficult for Yongzhou Guan City to accommodate the seven Gu clan tribes, so they needed to expand on their own.After autumn harvest, winter begins, and the court will provide food, grass, cotton coats and other materials.
Longtu must be full of food and accommodation, so I am very happy.
She looked at other extraordinary people and said in a deep voice:
Each practices and deals with great disasters.
After the meeting, Lina took her father Longtu to meet her brother Mosang. Mosang is now a hundred households in the imperial guards and is responsible for the security of the south gate of the palace.
Like Miao Youfang, they are both confidants of the Empress.
Near the south gate, Long Tu saw his son who had been away for a long time, wearing armor, patrolling the city.
Mosan!
Longtu summoned his son with a loud voice.
The sound rolls, like thunder.
The imperial guards under the city top were startled and subconsciously held the handle of the knife, looking around to find the source of sound.
Mosang jumped down from the city wall and ran over with his teeth. Before the person could get close, the voice came first:
Dad, this is the palace, you can't shout, you can't shout...
Lina nodded vigorously:
Dad, brother thinks you are embarrassed.
Long Tu glared at his eyes, and his big hand like a palm fan slapped Mosang to the ground, shattering the blue bricks.
Don't beat me, don't beat me... Mosan begs for mercy and said frustratedly:
Dad, I am now a hundred imperial guards. I have so many subordinates to watch, so please give me some face.
What kind of face should I save!Dragon Tu stared at him and said in a muffled voice:
I will hit you in front of your tribe. What's the problem?
No problem, no problem... Mosang was so kind, and muttered to himself: Dad, this thick piece.
Long Tu glanced at the distance and paid close attention to the movement here, smiled and pointed at the imperial guards, his expression slightly softened, and said:
What is the official of the Hundred Houses?
Mosan suddenly felt energetic and showed off:
Hundred households are the sixth rank, and they command 120 soldiers. They are hereditary. Dad, do you know what hereditary is?It’s just that I’m dead, you can inherit it... Ah No, it’s just that I’m dead, my son can inherit it.
I go out now, and when ordinary people see me, they have to call me "Mr. or Master."
The high-ranking officials in the court must respect me when they see me. I am a person who has shed blood for the great devotion and is still the direct connection of His Majesty. No one dares to offend me.
He raised his chest and looked proud.
That expression and posture were like a promising son showing off to his father, hoping to get praise.
But the dragon map just snorted:
I can't make it any day, remember to come back to farm and hunt.
After saying that, he turned around and left with his baby daughter Lina.
Mosang curled his lips and turned around and shouted at the imperial guards:
What to look at, a bunch of bastards.
After walking for a while, Longtu stopped, looked back at the blurry south gate, silently.
Lina glanced carefully at her father, and saw the rare tenderness and relief in the eyes of this rough and reckless man.
……
On a sunny afternoon, the autumn is dry.
In a railing in the inner city, Song Tingfeng, wearing a silver gong-dressed uniform, was holding a wine pot in his hand and slapped the railing with one hand, echoing the songs from the stage on the first floor.
Zhu Guangxiao was as dull as ever, drinking and eating food on his own, and occasionally fumbled on the beauty he was serving around him.
On the other side of him was Xu Yuanhuai, who had the same cold expression, like ice. Perhaps the guest's temperament was too cold and the woman serving him was a little restrained.
Beauty, don't be so restrained!Song Tingfeng came back to his senses and hugged his waiter and said with a smile:
After entering the room and getting into bed, you will know how crazy he is.
Xu Yuanhuai had long been accustomed to Song Tingfeng's temperament and continued to drink without any expression.
Song Tingfeng shook his head and sighed:
Boring!
Two stuffed jars!It's better to be Ning Yan when she was there. I haven't tried his hand at all with him for a long time. Yuan Huai, you don't look like him at all.
Xu Yuanhuai still ignored it.
Song Tingfeng said again:
You are at the age of getting married. Do you have a matchmaker at home?
Xu Yuanhuai shook his head:
The family is in chaos. My mother is worried about her sister-in-law fighting every day. I don’t want to marry her wife again to make things difficult for her. Let’s talk about it in a few years.
And it's good now.
Xu Yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and went into the inner room.
Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes, was slightly drunk, and continued to listen to the song.
A peaceful and prosperous era is very good.
……
The year of Huaiqing, on the third day of September, frost and dew.
I couldn't help but want to write a diary again. For me, for my friends, and for the people of the Central Plains, the current situation is probably the last tranquility before the storm.
Once the great disaster comes, the creatures will suffer, and all the creatures in Jiuzhou will be sacrificed, becoming a super-grade sacrifice to replace the way of heaven.
But before that, I can record every bit about them with my pen in my hand.
Well, I made a charcoal pen for myself, which can improve my writing speed. Unfortunately, even with the charcoal pen, my words are still ugly.
The migration of the Gu tribe has been completed. They temporarily live in the market town in Guanshi. They have food and supplies provided by the imperial court, which is very peaceful. The only disadvantage is that the people from the Ligu tribe are so edible.
Well, during this inspection of the Gu clan, I had several in-depth exchanges with Luan Yu.She proposed to be my concubine and followed me back to the capital.
What a stupid woman. Isn’t it nice to be the boss in the Love Gu Department? There are vixen in the capital, Luo Yuheng, the empress, and the ferocious hero. She can’t control the water too deep.
She just needs to hold on to the future.
The year of Huaiqing is on the fifth day of September.
The fortune of the northern border was plundered by the witch god, and the demons and barbarians were destroyed. The remaining troops entered Chuzhou and became part of the Dafeng.
The nine-tailed fox should have already taken the descendants of gods and demons to sail far away, and all matters have been handled, just waiting for the great disaster to come.
Lingyin has been promoted to the seventh grade. Longtu entrusted me to take her to the southern Xinjiang to absorb the blood and energy of the Gu God. This qualification is too terrible. If you give her another ten years, I will not have anything like a half-step martial god.
Apart from me, the one with the best talent in the Xu family is Lingyin, followed by Lingyue.
A few days ago, Lingyue officially became a monk and worshipped in Lingbao Temple, becoming the direct disciple of Banyue Zhenren.
Lingyue has extremely high talent for practicing Taoism, and it is a good choice to join the Lingbao Temple. It is better than marrying and having children and being a young woman in the deep boudoir.
Because of this, my aunt almost committed suicide by jumping into a well to coerce Lingyue to change her mind, but it was not successful.
It is understandable that my aunt’s mentality is explosive, because Erlang and Wang Simu’s marriage has been postponed. In Erlang’s words, how can we get married if we are immortal?
As the catastrophe approaches, he has no intention of getting married. After all, if Dafeng cannot withstand the catastrophe, everyone will die, and getting married will be meaningless.
But my aunt also thought that Erlang would get married early, so that she would repay her grandchildren. After all, the eldest daughter became a monk and became a crown prince. Although the nephew of the eldest wife was romantic and lustful, there were many wives and concubines, there was no one who laid an egg.
If you don’t expect Erlang, do you expect the ringtone?
With the style of Lingyin, if you grow up in the future, the greater probability is: Mom, the child will go out to conquer the world, and I will come back to see you again!
The year of Huaiqing is on the sixth day of September.
Today, Yuan Shuang also joined the Sitianjian and became the disciple of the supervisor.But it was not a personal disciple, but Sun Xuanji took the disciples on behalf of his master, and from then on Yuan Shuang became a member of the Mute Party.
As long as you are not a personal disciple of the supervisor, everything will be easy to say.After all, if you want to become a surveillance disciple, you can’t even think of a cerebral thrombosis for less than ten years. This is not a good thing.
Among the members of the Tiandihui Association, Asulu was in seclusion. It is said that he had made a breakthrough in practicing the Vajra Dharma and was preparing to attack the first level.
Li Miaozhen traveled around the world, and accumulated merits through heroism and righteousness. Before leaving, he drank with me until dawn, and before the great disaster, he would never meet again.
Master Hengyuan is now the host of Qinglong Temple and is included in the Mahayana Buddhism. He switched to the Zen master system to assist the Arhats in writing Buddhist scriptures and doctrines.
The Holy Son was completely lying flat. Except for going to Sitianjian regularly to ask for elixirs to nourish the kidneys and strengthen the body, he never saw anyone.
Lina and Lingyin are as carefree as ever, hehe, idiot is good, idiot has no worries.Well, when I was writing this sentence, an orange cat passed by the window. I suspected that it was Taoist Jinlian, but I was embarrassed to expose it.
The year of Huaiqing is on the eighth day of September.
I went to Sitianjian and took Zhong Li to Xu Mansion.
Unexpectedly, Chu Caiwei actually managed Sitianjian very well. Her biggest act was inaction. This is the legendary power of the governance by inaction?
The year of Huaiqing is on the tenth day of September.
Guishui came to Lin'an. Alas, I was not pregnant, and there was no movement in Luo Yuheng Yeji and Mu Nanzhi's stomachs. It seems that it is indeed my problem.
It’s okay if the offspring is in trouble, but I’m afraid it’s reproductive isolation… It seems that I’m not a human being.
The year of Huaiqing, September 18th, frost is killed.
In the solar term of Dafeng, today we will worship our ancestors within three generations. Under the auspices of Erlang and others, I and Erlang and others sacrificed my grandfather.
Afterwards, I saw my second uncle bringing Yuan Shuang and Yuan Huai, secretly offering sacrifices to others and not being the son of the human race.
In the afternoon, he had a tea with Mr. Wei. He said that if he had a future, he wanted to resign and return home and take the empress dowager to travel around the world.I thought to myself, don’t put the flags randomly, be careful to make promises with cattle and sheep.
But when I thought of my promise to Mu Nanzhi, I became silent.
When she saw Wei Yuan, she forgot to bring Zhong Li, which made her hit her waist by Xu Lingyin, who ran away with her eyes closed, and her ribs were broken.
The year of Huaiqing is the sixth day of October.
There is still one month before the catastrophe, and I specially visited some old friends. Captain Wang and the Kuaishou brothers have not changed much. For them, ordinary is the greatest happiness.
The magistrate Zhu County was promoted, but was sent to Yongzhou.
Lu Qing is now the chief constable of Liusanmen. His official position is getting higher and higher, and his cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, but he still has not married.Why bother? Alas!
Miao Youfang is doing well in the imperial guards and has already entered the fourth rank, just waiting to earn a qualification or make military achievements and become the commander.
In the afternoon, I listened to the song with Song Tingfeng, Zhu Guangxiao and Chun Ge in the brothel. In order not to make Brother Chun go crazy, I deliberately sent Xiao Kepity back to Sitianjian.
Guangxiao's wife is pregnant, and Song Tingfeng is still alone. I know what he wants and know that he yearns for the busy path. Every dusk and early morning, the path will be covered with white frost.
Therefore, he is unwilling to get married.
The yamen of the Killing People carries many memories of me. Now that I think about it, even the Zhu family and his son are an important part of the memories. The knife against Zhu broke through my brilliant and extraordinary life.
The year of Huaiqing is the eighth day of October.
Today I went to the northeast and southern borders. The creatures in Jingshan City are extinct within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the power of the witch god continues to spread, and mortals cannot survive under His pressure.
The indigenous peoples and most animals in southern Xinjiang have completely transformed into poison.Fortunately, during this period, I have been traveling to southern Xinjiang with the leaders of the Gu clan to eliminate Gu beasts, so no extraordinary Gu beasts were born.
There is not much time left for Jiuzhou.
The year of the celebration of the Huaiqing period, October 11th.
This is my last diary, and I want to write something that I only say to myself.
I remember that when I first came to this world, I was mostly confused and afraid of Jiuzhou, which was full of extraordinary power, so I only wanted to live a boring life with three wives and four concubines, and I was not willing to pursue power and power.
Unfortunately, from the day I wake up, my next fate was destined.
At first, what pushed me forward was fate and crisis. They forced me to improve myself madly just to survive.
Joan of Arc, the Witch God Sect, Buddhism, the Supervisor, Xu Pingfeng, these people, these forces, they are always chasing me and pushing me...
Later, I don’t know when I started, so I tried to take the initiative to do something for the people around me and the people of the Central Plains. For this, I could be angry and I could ignore my life.
Maybe it was when I cut the sword at my superiors for a little girl; maybe it was when I shouted "I'm not an official" for Lord Zheng and the people of Chuzhou.
But no matter what, now I understand very well what I want.
During this period, I often recall various experiences in my previous life. I can still clearly remember my parents' voice, appearance, smile, and the metropolis with bright lights and wine, and the social animals who are in a hurry.
I suddenly realized that although my life in my previous life was tiring, at least most people could be safe and happy.
But the people of Jiuzhou and the creatures of Jiuzhou live in a world where imperial power is supreme and power is supreme. The weak are born to be slaughtered.
And these are not the cruelest things, the super recovery is the real disaster of destruction.
What I am doing now is described in four sentences as establishing the mind of heaven and earth, establishing destiny for the living and the people, continuing the unique knowledge of the past sages, and opening peace for all generations.
The four sentences I wrote to pretend to be in front of Erlang have really run through my life, just three years of life.
Destiny is really wonderful.
Finally, among the women who are intertwined with me, my favorite is Mu Nanzhi, maybe because of her beauty, maybe because of her personality, I can’t explain it clearly, and love itself cannot explain it clearly.
The most pity is Zhong Li. She is always so unlucky. When she is injured, she likes to look at you with a weak look like a deer. Who can't pity her?
The one I respect most is Li Miaozhen, just because of one sentence: Just do good things and don’t ask about the future.
I couldn't do it before, but I can do it now.And she has been doing it all the time.
The one I love most is Lin'an. She is a lotus grown from the mud. She was born in the royal family, but she still retains her innocent temperament. She is sincere in her kindness to me.
The person she values most is Huaiqing. She is a well-deserved strong woman, with ambitions and skills, but she is not cruel and ruthless, and has flesh and blood. Thanks to Wei Yuan and Ziyang lay Buddhists.
Their teachings play an important guiding role in Huaiqing.
What I am most grateful to is Luo Yuheng. Apart from Duke Wei, she has the most kindness to me.From killing Joan of Arc to traveling in the world, to the rebellion of Yunzhou, she has always been with me and has taken risks for me.
For women, it is easy to find a priceless treasure but rare to be a lover. For men, a woman who is willing to be with you through thick and thin, what reason do you have to not love her?
Ye Ji is the only woman who makes me feel that I am the master of the feudal era. This makes me, a half-step martial god, feel sad, but it is true. Except for Ye Ji, other fish are not fuel-efficient lamps, no, they are torches.
If I am not careful, I will burn my body and fall into the Shura field.
Well, at present, the woman who wants to sleep the most is the Nine-tailed Fox.
The peerless charming girl is extremely gorgeous.
Of course, I don’t plan to put this idea into action now, after all, she is beyond the reach of overseas.
Xu Qi'an!
……
October thirteenth.
At Yunlu Academy, Zhao Shou wore a scree-colored official robe and official robe, meticulously climbed the steps and came to the Sub-Sacred Temple.
Mother-in-law, what did you see?
Lina asked instinctively, and then she remembered the rules of the Tiangu tribe: See through but don’t say it out loud!
The prophets of the Tiangu tribe have always followed this rule.
Lina still knows that all the people of the tribe go to the Prophet's house for dinner.
Everyone's eyes focused on Grandma Tian Gu, on her face, and expanded their respective interpretations:
Grandma Tian Gu looked at the south. The future she foresees was related to southern Xinjiang and to the Gu God...
With a solemn expression, she was more confused and confused, which shows that she herself did not interpret the foreseeable future...
Grandma Tian Gu's face is not too bad, at least it is not a bad thing. Hey, if you look closely, her facial features are very beautiful. She must have been a top-notch beauty when she was young...
As everyone was thinking, Grandma Tiangu gradually calmed down and leaned on a crutch and said in a kind tone:
I just saw some puzzling futures. I am not convenient to explain in detail. I cannot tell whether it is good or bad at present, but don’t worry, it is not a direct and terrible disaster.
Upon hearing this, the extraordinary powerful people in the hall nodded suddenly, which was almost the same as they expected.
The two results of this meeting were obtained from the meeting, which may require luck to be promoted to the Martial God; the knives know how to be promoted to the Martial God!
The next goal is very clear, and when Zhao Shou is promoted to the second rank, he will help the carving knife to contact the seal.
Huaiqing concluded:
The Gu clan's migration north could not be delayed. After several leaders returned to southern Xinjiang, they immediately summoned their clan members to go north. It was a bit difficult for Yongzhou Guan City to accommodate the seven Gu clan tribes, so they needed to expand on their own.After autumn harvest, winter begins, and the court will provide food, grass, cotton coats and other materials.
Longtu must be full of food and accommodation, so I am very happy.
She looked at other extraordinary people and said in a deep voice:
Each practices and deals with great disasters.
After the meeting, Lina took her father Longtu to meet her brother Mosang. Mosang is now a hundred households in the imperial guards and is responsible for the security of the south gate of the palace.
Like Miao Youfang, they are both confidants of the Empress.
Near the south gate, Long Tu saw his son who had been away for a long time, wearing armor, patrolling the city.
Mosan!
Longtu summoned his son with a loud voice.
The sound rolls, like thunder.
The imperial guards under the city top were startled and subconsciously held the handle of the knife, looking around to find the source of sound.
Mosang jumped down from the city wall and ran over with his teeth. Before the person could get close, the voice came first:
Dad, this is the palace, you can't shout, you can't shout...
Lina nodded vigorously:
Dad, brother thinks you are embarrassed.
Long Tu glared at his eyes, and his big hand like a palm fan slapped Mosang to the ground, shattering the blue bricks.
Don't beat me, don't beat me... Mosan begs for mercy and said frustratedly:
Dad, I am now a hundred imperial guards. I have so many subordinates to watch, so please give me some face.
What kind of face should I save!Dragon Tu stared at him and said in a muffled voice:
I will hit you in front of your tribe. What's the problem?
No problem, no problem... Mosang was so kind, and muttered to himself: Dad, this thick piece.
Long Tu glanced at the distance and paid close attention to the movement here, smiled and pointed at the imperial guards, his expression slightly softened, and said:
What is the official of the Hundred Houses?
Mosan suddenly felt energetic and showed off:
Hundred households are the sixth rank, and they command 120 soldiers. They are hereditary. Dad, do you know what hereditary is?It’s just that I’m dead, you can inherit it... Ah No, it’s just that I’m dead, my son can inherit it.
I go out now, and when ordinary people see me, they have to call me "Mr. or Master."
The high-ranking officials in the court must respect me when they see me. I am a person who has shed blood for the great devotion and is still the direct connection of His Majesty. No one dares to offend me.
He raised his chest and looked proud.
That expression and posture were like a promising son showing off to his father, hoping to get praise.
But the dragon map just snorted:
I can't make it any day, remember to come back to farm and hunt.
After saying that, he turned around and left with his baby daughter Lina.
Mosang curled his lips and turned around and shouted at the imperial guards:
What to look at, a bunch of bastards.
After walking for a while, Longtu stopped, looked back at the blurry south gate, silently.
Lina glanced carefully at her father, and saw the rare tenderness and relief in the eyes of this rough and reckless man.
……
On a sunny afternoon, the autumn is dry.
In a railing in the inner city, Song Tingfeng, wearing a silver gong-dressed uniform, was holding a wine pot in his hand and slapped the railing with one hand, echoing the songs from the stage on the first floor.
Zhu Guangxiao was as dull as ever, drinking and eating food on his own, and occasionally fumbled on the beauty he was serving around him.
On the other side of him was Xu Yuanhuai, who had the same cold expression, like ice. Perhaps the guest's temperament was too cold and the woman serving him was a little restrained.
Beauty, don't be so restrained!Song Tingfeng came back to his senses and hugged his waiter and said with a smile:
After entering the room and getting into bed, you will know how crazy he is.
Xu Yuanhuai had long been accustomed to Song Tingfeng's temperament and continued to drink without any expression.
Song Tingfeng shook his head and sighed:
Boring!
Two stuffed jars!It's better to be Ning Yan when she was there. I haven't tried his hand at all with him for a long time. Yuan Huai, you don't look like him at all.
Xu Yuanhuai still ignored it.
Song Tingfeng said again:
You are at the age of getting married. Do you have a matchmaker at home?
Xu Yuanhuai shook his head:
The family is in chaos. My mother is worried about her sister-in-law fighting every day. I don’t want to marry her wife again to make things difficult for her. Let’s talk about it in a few years.
And it's good now.
Xu Yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and went into the inner room.
Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes, was slightly drunk, and continued to listen to the song.
A peaceful and prosperous era is very good.
……
The year of Huaiqing, on the third day of September, frost and dew.
I couldn't help but want to write a diary again. For me, for my friends, and for the people of the Central Plains, the current situation is probably the last tranquility before the storm.
Once the great disaster comes, the creatures will suffer, and all the creatures in Jiuzhou will be sacrificed, becoming a super-grade sacrifice to replace the way of heaven.
But before that, I can record every bit about them with my pen in my hand.
Well, I made a charcoal pen for myself, which can improve my writing speed. Unfortunately, even with the charcoal pen, my words are still ugly.
The migration of the Gu tribe has been completed. They temporarily live in the market town in Guanshi. They have food and supplies provided by the imperial court, which is very peaceful. The only disadvantage is that the people from the Ligu tribe are so edible.
Well, during this inspection of the Gu clan, I had several in-depth exchanges with Luan Yu.She proposed to be my concubine and followed me back to the capital.
What a stupid woman. Isn’t it nice to be the boss in the Love Gu Department? There are vixen in the capital, Luo Yuheng, the empress, and the ferocious hero. She can’t control the water too deep.
She just needs to hold on to the future.
The year of Huaiqing is on the fifth day of September.
The fortune of the northern border was plundered by the witch god, and the demons and barbarians were destroyed. The remaining troops entered Chuzhou and became part of the Dafeng.
The nine-tailed fox should have already taken the descendants of gods and demons to sail far away, and all matters have been handled, just waiting for the great disaster to come.
Lingyin has been promoted to the seventh grade. Longtu entrusted me to take her to the southern Xinjiang to absorb the blood and energy of the Gu God. This qualification is too terrible. If you give her another ten years, I will not have anything like a half-step martial god.
Apart from me, the one with the best talent in the Xu family is Lingyin, followed by Lingyue.
A few days ago, Lingyue officially became a monk and worshipped in Lingbao Temple, becoming the direct disciple of Banyue Zhenren.
Lingyue has extremely high talent for practicing Taoism, and it is a good choice to join the Lingbao Temple. It is better than marrying and having children and being a young woman in the deep boudoir.
Because of this, my aunt almost committed suicide by jumping into a well to coerce Lingyue to change her mind, but it was not successful.
It is understandable that my aunt’s mentality is explosive, because Erlang and Wang Simu’s marriage has been postponed. In Erlang’s words, how can we get married if we are immortal?
As the catastrophe approaches, he has no intention of getting married. After all, if Dafeng cannot withstand the catastrophe, everyone will die, and getting married will be meaningless.
But my aunt also thought that Erlang would get married early, so that she would repay her grandchildren. After all, the eldest daughter became a monk and became a crown prince. Although the nephew of the eldest wife was romantic and lustful, there were many wives and concubines, there was no one who laid an egg.
If you don’t expect Erlang, do you expect the ringtone?
With the style of Lingyin, if you grow up in the future, the greater probability is: Mom, the child will go out to conquer the world, and I will come back to see you again!
The year of Huaiqing is on the sixth day of September.
Today, Yuan Shuang also joined the Sitianjian and became the disciple of the supervisor.But it was not a personal disciple, but Sun Xuanji took the disciples on behalf of his master, and from then on Yuan Shuang became a member of the Mute Party.
As long as you are not a personal disciple of the supervisor, everything will be easy to say.After all, if you want to become a surveillance disciple, you can’t even think of a cerebral thrombosis for less than ten years. This is not a good thing.
Among the members of the Tiandihui Association, Asulu was in seclusion. It is said that he had made a breakthrough in practicing the Vajra Dharma and was preparing to attack the first level.
Li Miaozhen traveled around the world, and accumulated merits through heroism and righteousness. Before leaving, he drank with me until dawn, and before the great disaster, he would never meet again.
Master Hengyuan is now the host of Qinglong Temple and is included in the Mahayana Buddhism. He switched to the Zen master system to assist the Arhats in writing Buddhist scriptures and doctrines.
The Holy Son was completely lying flat. Except for going to Sitianjian regularly to ask for elixirs to nourish the kidneys and strengthen the body, he never saw anyone.
Lina and Lingyin are as carefree as ever, hehe, idiot is good, idiot has no worries.Well, when I was writing this sentence, an orange cat passed by the window. I suspected that it was Taoist Jinlian, but I was embarrassed to expose it.
The year of Huaiqing is on the eighth day of September.
I went to Sitianjian and took Zhong Li to Xu Mansion.
Unexpectedly, Chu Caiwei actually managed Sitianjian very well. Her biggest act was inaction. This is the legendary power of the governance by inaction?
The year of Huaiqing is on the tenth day of September.
Guishui came to Lin'an. Alas, I was not pregnant, and there was no movement in Luo Yuheng Yeji and Mu Nanzhi's stomachs. It seems that it is indeed my problem.
It’s okay if the offspring is in trouble, but I’m afraid it’s reproductive isolation… It seems that I’m not a human being.
The year of Huaiqing, September 18th, frost is killed.
In the solar term of Dafeng, today we will worship our ancestors within three generations. Under the auspices of Erlang and others, I and Erlang and others sacrificed my grandfather.
Afterwards, I saw my second uncle bringing Yuan Shuang and Yuan Huai, secretly offering sacrifices to others and not being the son of the human race.
In the afternoon, he had a tea with Mr. Wei. He said that if he had a future, he wanted to resign and return home and take the empress dowager to travel around the world.I thought to myself, don’t put the flags randomly, be careful to make promises with cattle and sheep.
But when I thought of my promise to Mu Nanzhi, I became silent.
When she saw Wei Yuan, she forgot to bring Zhong Li, which made her hit her waist by Xu Lingyin, who ran away with her eyes closed, and her ribs were broken.
The year of Huaiqing is the sixth day of October.
There is still one month before the catastrophe, and I specially visited some old friends. Captain Wang and the Kuaishou brothers have not changed much. For them, ordinary is the greatest happiness.
The magistrate Zhu County was promoted, but was sent to Yongzhou.
Lu Qing is now the chief constable of Liusanmen. His official position is getting higher and higher, and his cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, but he still has not married.Why bother? Alas!
Miao Youfang is doing well in the imperial guards and has already entered the fourth rank, just waiting to earn a qualification or make military achievements and become the commander.
In the afternoon, I listened to the song with Song Tingfeng, Zhu Guangxiao and Chun Ge in the brothel. In order not to make Brother Chun go crazy, I deliberately sent Xiao Kepity back to Sitianjian.
Guangxiao's wife is pregnant, and Song Tingfeng is still alone. I know what he wants and know that he yearns for the busy path. Every dusk and early morning, the path will be covered with white frost.
Therefore, he is unwilling to get married.
The yamen of the Killing People carries many memories of me. Now that I think about it, even the Zhu family and his son are an important part of the memories. The knife against Zhu broke through my brilliant and extraordinary life.
The year of Huaiqing is the eighth day of October.
Today I went to the northeast and southern borders. The creatures in Jingshan City are extinct within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the power of the witch god continues to spread, and mortals cannot survive under His pressure.
The indigenous peoples and most animals in southern Xinjiang have completely transformed into poison.Fortunately, during this period, I have been traveling to southern Xinjiang with the leaders of the Gu clan to eliminate Gu beasts, so no extraordinary Gu beasts were born.
There is not much time left for Jiuzhou.
The year of the celebration of the Huaiqing period, October 11th.
This is my last diary, and I want to write something that I only say to myself.
I remember that when I first came to this world, I was mostly confused and afraid of Jiuzhou, which was full of extraordinary power, so I only wanted to live a boring life with three wives and four concubines, and I was not willing to pursue power and power.
Unfortunately, from the day I wake up, my next fate was destined.
At first, what pushed me forward was fate and crisis. They forced me to improve myself madly just to survive.
Joan of Arc, the Witch God Sect, Buddhism, the Supervisor, Xu Pingfeng, these people, these forces, they are always chasing me and pushing me...
Later, I don’t know when I started, so I tried to take the initiative to do something for the people around me and the people of the Central Plains. For this, I could be angry and I could ignore my life.
Maybe it was when I cut the sword at my superiors for a little girl; maybe it was when I shouted "I'm not an official" for Lord Zheng and the people of Chuzhou.
But no matter what, now I understand very well what I want.
During this period, I often recall various experiences in my previous life. I can still clearly remember my parents' voice, appearance, smile, and the metropolis with bright lights and wine, and the social animals who are in a hurry.
I suddenly realized that although my life in my previous life was tiring, at least most people could be safe and happy.
But the people of Jiuzhou and the creatures of Jiuzhou live in a world where imperial power is supreme and power is supreme. The weak are born to be slaughtered.
And these are not the cruelest things, the super recovery is the real disaster of destruction.
What I am doing now is described in four sentences as establishing the mind of heaven and earth, establishing destiny for the living and the people, continuing the unique knowledge of the past sages, and opening peace for all generations.
The four sentences I wrote to pretend to be in front of Erlang have really run through my life, just three years of life.
Destiny is really wonderful.
Finally, among the women who are intertwined with me, my favorite is Mu Nanzhi, maybe because of her beauty, maybe because of her personality, I can’t explain it clearly, and love itself cannot explain it clearly.
The most pity is Zhong Li. She is always so unlucky. When she is injured, she likes to look at you with a weak look like a deer. Who can't pity her?
The one I respect most is Li Miaozhen, just because of one sentence: Just do good things and don’t ask about the future.
I couldn't do it before, but I can do it now.And she has been doing it all the time.
The one I love most is Lin'an. She is a lotus grown from the mud. She was born in the royal family, but she still retains her innocent temperament. She is sincere in her kindness to me.
The person she values most is Huaiqing. She is a well-deserved strong woman, with ambitions and skills, but she is not cruel and ruthless, and has flesh and blood. Thanks to Wei Yuan and Ziyang lay Buddhists.
Their teachings play an important guiding role in Huaiqing.
What I am most grateful to is Luo Yuheng. Apart from Duke Wei, she has the most kindness to me.From killing Joan of Arc to traveling in the world, to the rebellion of Yunzhou, she has always been with me and has taken risks for me.
For women, it is easy to find a priceless treasure but rare to be a lover. For men, a woman who is willing to be with you through thick and thin, what reason do you have to not love her?
Ye Ji is the only woman who makes me feel that I am the master of the feudal era. This makes me, a half-step martial god, feel sad, but it is true. Except for Ye Ji, other fish are not fuel-efficient lamps, no, they are torches.
If I am not careful, I will burn my body and fall into the Shura field.
Well, at present, the woman who wants to sleep the most is the Nine-tailed Fox.
The peerless charming girl is extremely gorgeous.
Of course, I don’t plan to put this idea into action now, after all, she is beyond the reach of overseas.
Xu Qi'an!
……
October thirteenth.
At Yunlu Academy, Zhao Shou wore a scree-colored official robe and official robe, meticulously climbed the steps and came to the Sub-Sacred Temple.
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