The morning dawns and the night dew falls.
When Xiao Qiushui got up, he saw Xiao Xilou looking up to heaven with his hands in the morning fog.
In the foggy and dew-filled days, there was a strange sight, but the moon and the sun were all in the same sky, and they were not dazzling to each other.
Xiao west wing nodded and turned to Xiao colchicine followed.
According to the usual practice, the ancestral temple is worshipped in the morning.
Before the ancestor worship, Xiao Xilou did something he usually didn’t do. He first went to the "Zhenmeige" to pay his respects to Mrs. De and invited Tang Fang to go with him.
Sacrificing ancestors to offer sacrifices to Xiao ancestors and Tang Fangran are not even in vain.
Xiao Furen is very white.
She will come to worship her ancestors, but her legs and arms are hurt, and what’s worse, she has to protect Mrs. Ditai.
As soon as Tang Fang stepped out of the door, it was white
There are two coffins parked at the door, one is Zhang Linyi and the other is Tang Da.
Although Li bang was scattered, it was still surrounded by the sword and the house. Of course, the body was transported out for burial, but it was not allowed to park the coffin in a place to suspend the Xiao ancestral hall.
Zhang Linyi’s body should be escorted by Xiao Xilou personally, and Tang Da wants his relatives to protect the spirit. Tang Fang is naturally the only and appropriate candidate.
When Xiao Xilou went out to the door and clapped his hands, four able-bodied men raised their coffins and walked slowly away to "see the cave"
In the morning fog, Xiao Xilou looked back and saw that Xiao Furen was leaning against the door because of his inconvenient leg injury, and his face was innocent. Xiao Xilou waved his hand and said, "Be careful."
Xiao Furen looked at him deeply in the fog, but his eyes were clear.
There is limited meaning in that eye
"Take care of yourself."
"You are the head of Huanhua Sword Sect, so take care."
"There was another drama last night, so you should be careful to catch cold."
These words didn’t come out, but Xiao Xilou’s heart was white and Xiao Xilou wanted to talk, and Xiao Furen also knew in his heart.
More than 20 years of suffering, a total of more than 20 years of sinister Jianghu Xiao West Building Sun Huishan knows better than anything that the period of being driven out of the door, the thatched cottage, the sword day, the sunset, the Chai Fei mouth, how to survive the bloody battle day of the butterfly in the long street.
But I really got through it
Xiao Xilou stepped forward and walked away. Xiao Qiushui and Tang Fang strolled along in the dense fog.
Lord Xiao watched her old husband, who had never felt agile like a leopard and gentle like a Confucian, walk into the fog, and then she took a deep look that there was no one in the fog. She closed the door and wiped the dew on her face again.
Tang Fang obviously didn’t sleep well or didn’t sleep at all.
Her eyes are red and swollen not only because she cried, but also because she couldn’t sleep well.
However, her eyes are still bright and stubborn, and her stubborn lips have a hint of cynicism, but her face is childish.
Xiao Qiushui is usually the most alert, but he sleeps very sweetly. He even dreams of flowers and butterflies, and dreams that a person climbs a high cloud mountain and a steep ladder halfway up. Suddenly the ladder is reversed, which means that he climbs to the deep cliff … Thought of here, his heart is very ashamed.
When Xiao Qiushui arrived at "Zhenmeige", his heart thumped wildly. Although Tang Fang was absent, there was still a calming beauty as clear as morning dew.
-where like his own incredibly big fight also dream of birds and flowers!
The four able-bodied men in front carried the coffin, Xiao Xilou, and a line of three people walked in the dense fog, fresh air, fresh fragrance, flowers and birds chirping, but they couldn’t see any branches.
Xiao Xilou sighed, "What a fine day."
Tang Fangdao said, "The weather must be fine today."
Xiao Qiushui said, "The weather is good and the mood is good."
The three of them are in three completely different moods when they talk and walk in the fog.
-Xiao Xilou holds the hilt in his hand.
The fog is so big that the enemy just came out. There must be an enemy in this village. I don’t know who or where.
-two young players don’t understand. You have to guard against them and protect them.
-Qiu Shui is not as sophisticated as Yi Yi, but he is very talented. The Huanhua Sword School depends on him to carry forward.
-Tang Dahuan’s Sword Sect and the Xiao family can never be sorry again. Once the enemy attacks him, he must first safeguard Tang Fang.
Tang Fang buckled seven violet in his right hand and caught a loose needle in his left hand.
Tangmen is hidden weapons. Of course, hidden weapons is the most difficult to dodge in dense fog and night.
-you kill my eldest brother, I will kill you.
The dense fog is a good time for others to plot against it, but it is also an excellent opportunity for yourself to fight back.
Yes, yes, yes, in the dense fog, old man Xiao walked ahead, and that Xiao … He, he walked beside himself.
He didn’t even blink an eyelid, but when he felt that guy’s knife-shaped eyebrows and eyes and a pair of swords trying the sky, his heart suddenly came naturally.
She must … Don’t move color … But what don’t move color? ….. What color? ….. Hum that sword pick my veil!
Today is a fine day, although the dense fog makes it impossible to see anything clearly, Xiao Qiushui is in a good mood, that is, he is determined to do great things because he can’t see anything.
Because somehow let him meet a pair of beautiful eyes in this battle, even if there is more blood and sweat, it is worth it.
He was willing to kill and fight with these star-like eyes, perhaps not. Love is a love from the heart.
Because he likes it, he is in a particularly good mood to do great things and ask Fan Zhongyan to kill the enemy in the battlefield!
Because he likes her, he doesn’t speculate on her feelings, but it’s good to see her.
Because he is Xiao Qiushui, he wrote a poem "Climbing the Wild Goose Pagoda" by Cen Can, "the pagoda, rising abruptly from earth’s lonely and towering palace, climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us’s staring at the empty palace, it overtops a holy land’s and can only have been built by toil of the spirit, its four sides darken the bright sun and its seven stories cut the grey clouds’s looking at the high bird and the rapid wind below our hearing", and he was only twenty-seven years old, and he was the oldest one in the imperial examinations, and he went to Chang ‘an to see the two wild goose pagodas.
There will be fine weather if there is dense fog in the morning