Xie Fang passed away, working hard and devoted himself to his work.

When he died, he was lying on the desk, holding a red pen in his hand, and was filled with orderly official documents.

Xu Jie, who had already grown a black and hard beard under his jaw, sat aside, listening to the audience crying and sighing.

Bi Luo was in his hand, and Xu Jie said softly: "Sir, please listen to a song."

The sound of the piano starts slowly, and sadness comes from it.

The mountains and flowing waters have soulmates.

In the past, Wu Boyan said to Xie Fang that his piano skills were unparalleled in the world.

Nowadays, Xu Jie can play the piano, and Xie Fang is all carefully taught.

In this last journey, Xu Jie stroked "The Flowing Waters of the Mountains", and was moved and the crying sounds stopped.

One string and one pillar reflect on the Chinese New Year, perhaps this is what it means.

Wu Boyan was beside him, and he was already in tears.

Wu Boyan wrote a poem:

"Life is gone and the world is vast, and death is worried about the turmoil of the country.

My soul is clear and clear in the sky, and I hear the sound of the lingering sound in the beam.

I think about the setting sun is still long, and I think about the sunset is rising and the sunset is waiting to be released.

I hope to live in the next life and stay away, and I remember the first young man.”

Fang, the meaning of the initial meaning, Xie Fang, Fang, Hangzhou, Hangzhou.

After a poem came, Wu Boyan turned around and walked away, as if he didn't want to see the moment when his old friend was buried.

After seeing Xie Fang off, Xu Jie sat in the Secretariat, and could no longer have a free time in his life. He was dispatched to all aspects of the country, and the government and military were in hand, so he could not tolerate any slackness.

On the canal, there are still boats coming and going.

The city of Bianjing is still bustling.

In Hangzhou City, the tide of going out to sea took over the waves.

The smoke from cooking cooking is curling on the earth, and every household is busy.

In the border town, we are preparing for war, waiting for a big battle.

The little girl in the mountains wanted a zither that could play a fierce sound, so she worked tirelessly and wandered around the mountains and fields.

The old man felt quite distressed and said, "Little Tiger, don't rush this time."

The little girl replied, "I'm afraid Brother Wenyuan has been waiting for a long time."

Sweat dripped down the girl's hair, her red face, with anxiousness.

The old man shook his head and asked, "What's the good thing about that kid?"

"Brother Wenyuan is good."

The old man sighed and said, "Little Tiger, grandpa is going to go down the mountain to find your father, are you going?"

When the little tiger heard this, he puffed up his cheeks and said angrily: "It is you who drives away, and it is you who want to look for."

The old man's face was slightly dark and he replied, "There has been no news for so long. Grandpa is afraid that your father will die outside."

"Grandpa, you crow-mouthed, dad won't die."

"I don't know if I'm not dead, I'm going to write a letter. Something that has no conscience may be lying on the belly of a woman who is so happy that she doesn't even want her parents." The old man cursed.

The little girl spat: "Bah, grandpa, what were you talking about?"

The old man looked at his granddaughter and quickly slapped himself in the mouth, saying, "Grandpa is talking nonsense, grandpa is talking nonsense."

The little girl suddenly pointed to a big tree and said, "Grandpa, this one is very good."

The old man carried the axe and stepped forward and whispered, while cutting, he cursed: "Slay you to death."

When the little girl heard the old man scolding, her cheeks bulged up again and she stepped forward: "Give me the axe, I'll cut it myself."

"Little tiger, you have delicate hands and can't do rough work, so grandpa will come."

The little girl refused to support herself and said, "Give it to me."

"Grandpa comes, grandpa comes. Grandpa doesn't scold me." The old man said.

The little girl's bulging cheeks were put back.

Wulahai City.

Yaojianmond hit the horse again and arrived here, without a large army around him. He stared at the city for a long time, and bit his teeth tightly.

"Khan, if the city is built like this, it will be even more difficult to break through in the future." Yao Lanebulu said on the side.

Yaojianmond looked at the construction scene in the distance and asked: "Uncle, how many more soldiers can each tribe recruit?"

Yao Lan Blu pondered for a moment and replied, "If it starts to be recruited from the age of fifteen, a hundred thousand troops will be no problem."

Yao Nimund did not talk about the topic just now, but said: "Uncle, why are our Shi Wei and their Dahua so different?"

Yao Niblu replied, "Khan, I think, there is no difference."

Yao Lanemond thought about it after hearing this, and asked again: "Uncle, is all this my selfishness at work?"

Yao Lanbulu shook his head and replied, "The horse stepped on the Central Plains, and has no achievements in generations. Who doesn't want to do it for thousands of years? Our family came from the mountains and forests and occupied the entire grassland, so why can't we occupy the Central Plains? The descendants of future generations, don't they want to do it?"

Yaojianmond only said one thing: "Uncle, if you lose again, Shi Wei will have no future!"

"Then you have to fight too. Has Khan ever felt a little timid in his heart?" Yaoyaniblu knew that the nephew's words seemed to be asking him, but in fact he was asking himself. What Yaoyaniblu had to do was to help the nephew firmly think in his heart again.

"Okay, then fight, bet on everything, fight with the Han people." Yaojianmond's words were powerful and powerful, and his heart was as firm as iron.

In the West Lake Sword Tomb, the fat old man disappeared. On the sword tomb, there were only a few boys and girls taking care of the plants and trees.

Next to the Leshan Giant Buddha in Shu, an old man with a weak local accent came. He stood alone beside the Buddha's head, watching the convergence of the three rivers, rushing endlessly.

The old man chattered endlessly and enjoyed himself.

Legends in the world slowly drift with the wind, and new legends are circulating again.

The young man with a sword and a sword was once again embarked on the road of the world, fighting, fighting, and saying life and death without regret.

Just like the old man next to the Buddha's head, he pointed and laughed. He really watched the two young men at the feet of the Buddha to compete for death, and also watched the people watching the battle applaud.

One person holds a knife and the other person holds a sword.

What we are competing for is probably the title of the number one master in Leshan, and what we are competing for is the interests of these three rivers.

The people watching the battle are waiting for the final decision and waiting to see who has the final say in the future.

At the end of the sword light and sabre shadow, two bloody people were left.

The two of them finally gave in courtesy and integrity, and no one could do anything to each other. After applying golden sore medicine, drinking a few sips of old wine, the two of them took their heads in front of the Buddha and bowed.

I don’t know if it’s because of the heroes’ cherishing each other or because of the benefits.

The two of them bowed and laughed.

Seeing the old man next to the Buddha's head, he could no longer talk to himself and enjoy himself. The Yang Ershu in his mind suddenly left and really never quarreled with him again.

It was a bit cruel. The person brought by the old man from Hangzhou suddenly disappeared.

He is really the only one left in this world!

The old man cried out loudly and threw a precious sword into the rushing river.

The crying sounded like a bell exploded, causing everyone at the feet of the Buddha to look up.

No one knew the fat old man from the high place. Many people even heard the harsh crying sound of the high place and even started to scold.

The old man seemed to have never heard of it, and he did not have the intention of killing anyone at all. He turned around and disappeared behind the Buddha's head.
Chapter completed!