[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

An ordinary town in the east of Misery, lackluster and somewhat ugly.A loess road of more than ten feet runs through the east and west, and on this axis, hundreds of houses are scattered scattered.The calamity of the dark night in the world, the light of the sky is completely extinguished, everything is withered, and in some places there is not even a blade of grass.In three springs, the deserted villages that were originally located on the border became even more desolate, and there were few pedestrians in the town. The dark and low buildings squatted under the darkness of night, and the blue wind blew the ground, like a ghost street.Only when the divine sect Nihai Chongfan set up a tent to distribute blessings, the town was noisy for a while, and when the chaotic period of scrambling and screaming passed, it quickly returned to a pool of stagnant water.

A small two-story building protruding from the east end of the main street is always lit, and the warm orange light seems to be unable to contain it. Day after day, it leaks from the open window and becomes a lighthouse in the black sea. Generally, it is quite attractive.The shopkeeper's family lives in this restaurant, and the shopkeeper seems to be spared the cost of lighting and burning wax on a daily basis. He is busy directing the staff to climb the ladder to replace the candles in the silk palace lantern.This young man has an ordinary appearance, but there is a shrewdness of a businessman in his eyes.The flames were shining brightly, the building was full of melting, and the store's two children were chasing and playing in the store as if no one else was around.

I was busy with work, and when I turned my head, I saw a short young man carrying a big bamboo basket over the threshold with the signboard of "Yanjinglou" hanging above it.The boss looked at the outline covered by the linen, and immediately smiled, and rushed to greet him: "What good things did you bring today?"

The young man had a round face with big drops of sweat on his forehead. He thought it was something heavy, so he walked in a hurry.Throwing the bamboo basket into the hands of the boss, he opened it with some satisfaction.The crisp leafy vegetables are as green as emeralds, and the juicy radishes are as thick as an adult's arm. If you turn them down, there are also mushrooms, sweet potatoes, etc., especially the two winter bamboo shoots, which are still stained with dew from the forest. Feeling refreshed, the boss was so excited that he couldn't hold it in anymore.The diners at the few tables in the restaurant have developed an unusually developed sense of smell during these lean years. At the same time, they smelled the aroma of the dishes, and rushed to them, vying for more dishes.

"Oh, they are all good things! Tell me, what do you want to change this time?" He carried the basket and looked at the panting child with a very kind smile.

"The boss brewed the acacia honey, please give me two cans this year."

In the past, the boss would definitely be reluctant to part with the honey syrup that he boiled through many processes and slow fire and meticulous work, but now that the price of vegetables has skyrocketed by more than ten times and it is not always possible to buy, two cans of honey buried in the ground are exchanged for such a price. Big baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables are a huge profit.Immediately led people to the backyard to get honey, and said courteously: "Two jars of honey are nothing, I know your master likes to eat sweets, so I specially made two new snacks, you can take them back together."

The young man bowed obediently and did not refuse, showing that he was familiar with each other: "Thank you very much then."

The paper bag with the words "Yanjinglou" printed on it had just been fastened with a string, when suddenly there was the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong" from outside.The two were startled, and rushed out to see that a group of people in black cloaks were waving swords, guns and sticks among the broken cups and plates, and sawdust flying across the tables and stools. .The diners fled in all directions, and the cashier and errands in the store were squatting in the corner trembling with their heads in their hands, shouting loudly for mercy, and the two children had already fallen into the hands of those people, crying and struggling non-stop. The voice came out from the curtain, his face was full of tears, still begging for mercy.There was a lot of voices.Seeing this, the boss was in more pain than cutting flesh, his face turned blue, his legs trembled, he was tongue-tied for a while, and finally howled: "...Tu...Tala Wujiang! This small shop is a serious business! But there has never been any blasphemy!"

"No act of blasphemy," the leader took a step forward and stared at him fiercely, "but your family fortune is burning, but you refuse to pick it up. You obviously don't take God's will into account!"

There is really no excuse for the crime you want to add! "Fu Huo is such a precious thing, how can you not fight for it? It's a crime if you can't snatch it from a small shop with so little blessings?"

"Hmph, sophistry! It's not that you can't get it, but you don't want to get it at all! ——Yandugou."

The shopkeeper suddenly changed his face.Suddenly the figure faded away, and the figure disappeared on the spot. Looking again, the green smoke scattered, and the man in black who had tied up the two children before fell to the ground screaming.On the other side, the boy was still in shock, and was pushed behind the counter by a strong force, and then two frightened young children fell into his arms.The three of them listened to the endless scuffle outside with their heads sullen and apprehensive.

It turns out that the owner of the shop is from the dark pavilion sect of the Yandu faction in a difficult situation.

The brief silence passed, and the sound of fighting rekindled.

However, there are so many people on the other side, and the shopkeepers are gradually outnumbered.

"Don't blame others, just blame yourself, you are from Yandu."

Hearing the boss's screams of pain, the young boy hiding behind couldn't help poking his head out to look. Sure enough, he was cornered.

In desperation, he picked up an abacus and threw it upwards with enough strength.A few palace lanterns fell straight down with a "bang bang" and fell to pieces, and the hall was pitch black as if it had stopped breathing.

After a short while, the two staggered up the dark alley, shot out like arrows, and went straight to the mountain.

"Child! Child!" The boss twisted his neck and turned around and screamed, but was dragged and ran away, "—Where are you going to take me?!"

"We are not opponents, find someone to help!"

"Who are you looking for? Who are you?"

The young man who supported him and ran without turning his head answered irrelevantly: "Young master loves your snacks the most, shopkeeper, please don't let anything happen to you!"

"Hey--"

During the struggle, the two of them had gone through the nine bends and eighteen bends of the mountain road, and suddenly they faced a huge rock blocking them, and it was clearly a dead end.

But the boy didn't slow down as if he didn't see it, and charged straight forward.

The boss screamed, but he couldn't shake it off, just waiting for his head to be broken and bloody.

But it didn't usher in the brain blossoming after a head-to-head encounter. The two passed through the stone without hindrance, and moved forward all the way.After breaking through the blindfold, he fell into the heavy trap of the smoke screen.In front of the eyes, there are mountains like animal ridges forming a continuous array, sometimes close at hand, sometimes far away to the horizon, strangely ethereal.After running for a while, the clouds were clear and the mountain road gradually became steeper. Suddenly, a towering mountain range in the distance slowly became clear under the cover of the valleys. A huge charm was placed on the top of the peak, constantly circling in the air, and the boundless light golden luster under the cage.The fog clears the heavy building, and the wind passes through the cold weather.Isn't it here...

"It's here!" The boy cheered happily.

A red-roofed courtyard quietly opened its door to them.

Is there a more boring life than this complete freedom?

He is so obsessed with obsession, yet he refuses to accept his fate.Thinking that he had nothing to lose, he desperately struggled to get rid of it, but in the end, what was waiting for him was a bigger void.This "nothing" is essentially no different from the locked cage he spent most of his life in.

It's just that back then, he could still use his innate force to fight his way out.

Now, in this world, no one is worthy of his sword.

But all the skillful management and painstaking efforts that have been practiced for a long time, and there is still a need to find an exit in this no-man's land-all wasted on cold gold slippery paper.

"I'm used to looking at the clear sky, looking at the broken bamboo slips at leisure, and the room is full of smoke..." The incense burner burns the incense, bored, a tune suddenly slipped through my mind, and I wrote the beginning by hand.Comparing the lyrics, I remembered that it was the brand of "Man Ting Fang".

He has long forgotten the past and the future, and all the things he wrote are blurred outlines: "Your Majesty's stage is magnificent, and you can see the moonlight and wind. The sword is passed on and the lamp shines all over the place. , the other time is bleak, and the moon is gone." I finished writing Shangyu in one go.He was drowning in the tune, and he didn't know what he wrote, and his heart was torn with mixed feelings.

Draw the pen and lick the ink, come back and write down: "Hurry up, it's hard to meet again, away from the smoke and hate the water, the end of a piano. Dixuan dances the dragon, it's difficult to understand the secret. Why do you have to play tricks, you should know me, rampant and difficult Allow……"

Before he could finish a sentence, a series of messy footsteps approached from a distance.

Throwing away the pen in a little disappointment, the heavy alto voice floated in front of his eyes like the smoke of the dawn: "Zhu Han, who did you bring back?"

The owner of Yanjinglou, to be precise, is the subordinate of Zhugong in Yandu, who has been dizzy all the way, and at this moment, with the dim light, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

The long dark red hair was tied up in a loose bun, and the two ebony hairpins were staggered and pinned to one side. A drop of agate stone was carelessly slanted down from the tail of the butterfly wing-shaped hairpin, shaking slightly, hanging on the verge of falling.More scattered strands of hair, long and slow, loose over the shoulders, curving down the waist, disappeared into the extravagant hem of the jacquard red dress, covering half of the face, and the eyes were darkened again. With long eyelashes covering her face, her complexion was indistinguishable, except for a faint glint of light from the corners of her eyes.On the long table with the scrolls spread out, the oil lamp was dimly lit, and weakly spit out a thin light, but it couldn't shine very far, causing most of the people to sit in the smoky darkness.

"Dan Gong!" He seemed unable to believe it, and fell to the ground with a "tong".

This appellation is earth-shattering and inseparable.

He was still engrossed in the melodious long-tune Adagio, staring at the broken sentences on the paper, unable to think of an ending, which was annoying.

It was cold for a while.

The owner's servant secretly kicked the bowed man as encouragement.The man worshiped again as if waking up from a dream: "The villain is the Bamboo Palace sent in a difficult situation in the early years, and used the Yanjing Building as a base to run errands for the Bamboo Palace. The wine shop was smashed, and all relatives fell into the enemy's hands! Fortunately, Dan Gong is here, begging, begging Dan Gong to save me!"

The corners of the upturned eyes were condensed like a sharp wind, and the cold eyes bumped into him unexpectedly.

"I have left Yandu, your affairs have nothing to do with me." In one sentence, it was clear and clean.

The two people at the bottom were all stunned, and a bucket of ice water was poured down on their faces, which made their hearts and lungs cold.

"Dan Palace..." What is meant by "leaving the smoke capital"?It was the same as saying that the sun came out from the west, which puzzled him.

The servant boy knew what was going on, but since he dragged people here to ask for help, he couldn't just send people from where to where, so he carefully chimed in and said, "Master... their family is also a responsible smoker." The people..."

"Needless to say." His tone was extremely cold, and there was no room for debate.

Zhu Han was suddenly frightened, his feet felt weak, he bowed and said bravely, "Young Master, please take care..." He hesitated, "The friendship with Xigong..."

"You talk too much," Gong Wuhou said in a sharp voice, "I'll throw you out together."

The hem of the plain clothes and the trailing tail of the light gauze "rustled" across the broken branches and leaves all over the ground.Suddenly, he paused in light steps, looked down, and saw that there was a piece of dry old vine clinging to it as if unwilling to give up, entangled his ankle, and had no choice but to bend down to pull it.As a result, when the long white sleeves were thrown away, they were drawn into the intricate bushes, and the pointed branches were like the claws of elves.Feeling sorry for the precious silk fabric, to survive in the cracks, and to rely on it to put on airs, so I took out the patience like twisting fingers to untie it bit by bit.The more beautiful something is, the more unbearable it is.Especially the lacquered ground water ripples on the sleeves, the flowing lines are sewn stitch by stitch with gold thread, in the years of war and chaos, if it is damaged, I don't know where to repair it.

The lamps and candles in the courtyard are half disabled, just like the miserable situation everywhere, the end of the song and the end of the party.The eternal night of [-] days is simply a concrete representation of "despair". It is like all the love in the world is as deep as the sea, unable to see the light or breathe, so it can only be corrupted and degenerated into hatred, numbness or oblivion.

"... Originally, Wu Mengsheng deserved to be given face, but you can see that Youmenglou is in such a difficult situation, forgive Xianger, I am powerless."

"Locating the three earth veins among the three veins of heaven, earth and man is related to breaking the disaster of the dark night in the world. Yu Huajun is also beneficial and harmless. Please try it hard."

"Well, of course Xiang'er understands this truth, but now that the sun and the moon are dark, and the flower spirits are forced to sleep, if I forcefully use the eighth-grade magical power at this time, then the flowers and trees in the garden will undoubtedly die. How can I promise to buy and sell more than three times with one hammer?"

"..."

With the last twitch of the slender fingertips, the entanglement of constant cutting and chaos was finally released, the plain white sleeves were hanging down, and the branches were swaying.

"Who is it?" The female voice turned around aggressively.

"I'm sorry, I don't know that Mr. Hua has a guest, it's not the right time to come down."

The two looked out of the courtyard, and saw a man with the appearance of a gentleman was stroking his sleeves and hesitating.

Bu Xiangchen suddenly slowed down, slightly surprised: "Mr. Zhu? I haven't seen you for so long, what gust of wind brought you here? Please come inside quickly."

Mr. Zhu got permission, and then he went in with confidence: "I didn't see any attendants all the way in, so I had to invite myself in, and disturbed the interest of the two, I hope you will forgive me."

Because it was Sanyu Wumengsheng's visit, so he sent his servants away, and Bu Xiangchen accepted the words with a nod of his head.

She was a little lazy and weak at the moment, and leaned on her upper body to meet her: "Xiang'er is afraid that Mr. Zhu will forget this place, so why bother?"

Mr. Zhu took a step back, and half opened the folding fan to cover his body: "Mr. Hua is flattering you. I wonder who this is?"

Bu Xiangchen saw that he was about to fly into the air, but with a quick swipe, he walked around the opponent's body and turned to his side, and his hand naturally fell on his shoulder: "This is one of my lovers that I mentioned to Mr. Zhu, three Yu." He glanced coquettishly at the scribe in white.

Mr. Zhu, who was bathed in the fragrant wind, still felt uncomfortable, bowed his hands to the tall and handsome Sanyu Wumengsheng and said: "We are both fallen in the end of the world, why should we meet before. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Bu Xiangchen frowned displeased, but rolled his eyes, and let him go graciously. "Mr. Zhu doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, but this time, Xiang'er may let you go home empty-handed."

At the other end, Wumengsheng swayed his feather fan lightly, and returned the courtesy politely, but couldn't stop looking at him.

Mr. Zhu unexpectedly showed a gentleman's magnanimity, gathered up the fan bones, and poked into his sleeve: "The kindness of Mr. Hua in the past, I may not dare to forget it in the next day. No, I got a treasure by accident not long ago, and I thought of Mr. Hua here. It will definitely come in handy, hurry up and come." After saying that, he took out a jade cong.

Bu Xiangchen is as rich as an enemy country, and has seen many rare treasures in the world. At a glance, he can tell that this is an ancient jade from the south. The intaglio mesh pattern is exquisite and perfect. "Mr. Zhu, this is..."

"The name of this thing is 'Earth Marrow', as for its use..." Mr. Zhu raised his arm and flicked his fingers, and there was a hole of more than a foot in the flower garden beside him.Huang Cong bowed to the ground, the jade was carefully placed in it, Zhu Junfu turned his wrist again, and the earth was covered as before.

Wu Mengsheng still doesn't know why, but Bu Xiangchen has a good way of planting flowers, and immediately feels that Youmenglou's originally lifeless underground luck is shaking, and if there are living beings fleeing, he is struggling to get out of trouble.After a long time, there was a sudden shaking under my feet, and then I felt the flowers rising, and the waves surged around, and suddenly the dead trees spit out new ones, the fragrance was in full bloom, and the eyes were green and green, like a garden in mid-spring.Bu Xiangchen seemed to have advanced a step further in his own cultivation, and unbelievably folded a branch to look around, "Mr. Zhu, this jade cong actually has the power to attract the energy of the earth and preserve all things?"

Mr. Zhu opened the finely-picked green bamboo fan, which was as graceful as a god, "since I promised to be the flower protector for Youmenglou, fortunately, I did not disgrace the mission. Baoyu gifted the beauty, and Mr. Hua can enjoy this beautiful world and the world of flowers." "

Wu Mengsheng walked up to look at the flowers that Bu Xiangchen was holding, and then looked at the face hidden behind the fan, and suddenly asked: "May I ask Mr. Zhu, where have we met?"

The delicate eyebrows and eyes are slightly the color of smoke cages, and the amber pupils reflect a light arrogance, but the words are humble: "I am just a painter in the world. Small skills, won the favor of nobles, and occasionally get some novelties. Your Excellency, who has been bathed in a curling pot, is so radiant at first sight, if it is not for Mr. Hua, I am afraid that I will not be able to see it in this life." Saying goodbye to Bu Xiangchen, "The gift has been delivered, I will not waste the time of the two of you. "

The two returned their salutes, and watched the Qingyu's back pass through the courtyard.

Bu Xiangchen felt strange.This Mr. Zhu left in a hurry last time, and there has been no news so far, but he came to visit at this time, I am afraid that the target is Wu Mengsheng, and he also repaid the previous life-saving grace by the way.But just now when Wu Mengsheng questioned him, he turned around and ran away without answering the question, really weird.

She looked at Wu Mengsheng, and Wu Mengsheng was also looking at her, "Mr. Hua, look..."

"Got it, got it." She took the hand of the white-clothed scholar and dragged it all the way into the depths of the courtyard. "

The thick cloud system turns from black to blue, from green to light, and finally faints around the golden edge and ends.In late autumn, the blue sky in the mountains is high and deep, and the sun is still on one side, throwing thousands of rays of light.

Walking back to the boundary of Gushe Mountain, I realized that it was only Sishi, and it was not yet the time for the master to meet his servants.

People wander between light and darkness, and there is no time to relax their fake smiles, let alone pay attention to the difference between the moment and the moment.

Grandmaster hasn't changed much since then.If there is any difference, it is that before noon every day, he stays in the study of Huae Xianghui Building, and no one is allowed to disturb him. In the afternoon, he sometimes goes to the main hall to be with the light.

But for such a long time, the smoke has been blocked, and precautions have been taken to avoid causing external chaos.There is nothing to do, so there are very few opportunities for people to meet the great masters in Heguang Tongchen.

Tantai Wuzhu was sent on an errand a few days ago, and now he is back to deliver the order.It was still early, and I thought about going to the garden near the Shuojian Pavilion to spend some time, and happened to see Hen Qiangu leaning in the pavilion, drinking during the day.His qin has been destroyed, and he no longer plays the instrument, and the only pleasures in life are left in the cup.

Seeing him approaching from a distance, he tapped the short table in front of him lightly with his fingertips, and brought a full glass of sake to his hand.

He evoked a smile, even the knife marks on his lips were extremely tender.He kindly reminded: "You are a few days later than the time he confessed. When you go later, just complain about your incompetence, or he will not say a few words about you because your mud can't support the wall."

"Schadenfreude." Tantai Wuzhu drank the wine and sighed helplessly, "It's not up to me when those three people on Luofu Mountain will go to Youmeng Tower."

Hen Qiangu chuckled, his narrowed eyes were full of intoxication: "Do you think he will accept this reason?"

"I know that Qiangong has worked hard to rectify the dark pavilion, but the only pleasure in your spare time is to drink and watch the jokes of your colleagues?" Tantai Wuzhu threw back the cup, "Oh, What about the love of robes and zealots that were agreed upon?"

Hen Qiangu caught the wine glass and put it aside. "It's not that we don't want to miss old feelings, but you and I both understand how the living can win the dead."

They have known each other for many years, but it is Baishou Ruxin's life. With a few words and a few words, they have reached a dead end. Both of them have worked hard.

The chicken and the duck talked until noon, Tantai Wuzhu waited outside the door of Heguang Tongchen for a long time, but the great master didn't show up, so he went to the Huae Building to look for it.

For the sake of everyone's well-known reason, people generally dare not enter this small two-story building without permission, and the palace people also only go in late at night to clean it.

The courtyard wall was filled with palpitating silence.

There was a gap in the door of the study room, and one could see the man's clear face, with a water-colored jade-like complexion, covering up the pain that years usually leave at his age.Slender eyebrows, falcon-like eyes, like a deep abyss, concentrating on his own writing, picking up another volume from time to time to compare the two, his eyes flicking up and down, like lightning.

Tantai Wuzhu has always been curious about what the great master was doing when he locked himself here in the past, but when he saw him today, it was nothing special.

He broke that unwritten rule and broke into this forbidden place, because this moment is another moment.

"My subordinates have already met Sanyu Wumengsheng, and let him witness Yandu's ability to control the earth's energy. Whether the Central Plains Zhengdao wants to fight Nihai Chongfan in the near future, or restore life in a difficult situation, I believe Yandu will be The help they want to win over, their lobbyist will arrive soon, and I'm here to report to Grandmaster." Folding up the folding fan, resting it lightly on his right hand, Tantai Wuzhu bowed his head respectfully.

"En." Guling Siyan still wrote stroke by stroke, and nodded imperceptibly.

The hand holding the pen is thin and elegant, pressing and hooking, calm and stable, the "phoenix eye" is just formed between the index finger and thumb, and the joints are slightly convex, which is really an indescribable beauty.

Tantai Wuzhu was surprised that he passed the test like this, and felt a little uneasy.But he would not be so stupid as to send it to his door, "Right now, Zhengdao has found a way to break through the disaster of the dark night, and the public grievances caused by Nihai Chongfan are approaching the critical point. It is indeed the best time for Grand Master to come back. It's just... …Since Yandu was banned by the West Palace, the formation has not yet been released... After all, it is the foundation, and whether it is unblocked first will also benefit a long battle." The thick and mellow voice quickly melted in the empty room.

With calm and deep eyes, he critically examined the piece of paper he had just finished writing, and then slowly rubbed the paper in his palm. "I have made arrangements for what Zhugong is concerned about."

Tantai Wuzhu is the person who is most familiar with the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, the inhalation and inhalation of the breath, the twists and turns of the tone, all of which are meticulously memorized in his heart.But in this minimalist conversation, the character that cannot be mistaken is tinged with strangeness.

Guling Shiyan spread out another piece of paper.

Tantai bowed his head and bid farewell knowingly.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the open booklet.

The handwriting is all too familiar.There are traces like cutting with a knife and an axe, piercing through the back of the paper, but it is also full of the charm of a beautiful woman with long eyebrows.

He backed out silently, walked away a few steps, and looked at the sky with a fan to block the indifferent sunlight.

I don't know the age in the mountains, he is thinking about what day it is today.

After Zhu Han got up, he couldn't find his son inside and out.I said something I shouldn't have said before, which annoyed the master, and I haven't had time to admit my mistake.

Walking around several rooms, I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned to the yard.Sure enough, when she raised her head, Gong Wuhou was sitting on the roof, her long clothes fluttering in the air, and her scattered hair flowed along with it, like a falling cloud in a trance.

"Young Master, did you stay on the roof all night again? Now that the weather has turned cold, it's not good for your health." He said cautiously.

Gong Wuhou's eyes were particularly strong.Zhu Han followed his upward gaze and saw that there was a smoke tower locked in the brilliance of molten gold.

"You blame me for being unkind?"

When Zhu Han heard this sentence, he quickly turned around, "Zhu Han dare not!...Zhu Han...just don't understand."

Gong Wuhou looked back, stayed on the doll's face, and congealed a smile while exhaling. "It's not because of the friendship of the same family. Since that day, most of the Dark Pavilion lineage has followed the Grand Master, and now Yandu is just an empty city." He sighed softly, "You have also seen that it was arranged before Tantaiwuzhu Facing Nihai Chongfan's suppression, the eyeliner in a difficult situation has no response, which proves that the Grand Master is not on the right track, so he is unable to take care of these details. Yan has disappeared for many years, but Nihai Chongfan has never stopped The actions of chasing and killing show the deep grievances. I can save their family, but it may also let the opponent see the key to enter Yandu. If they are really besieged on a large scale, it can be said that there is no chance of winning."

Zhu Han listened to his rare long talk, nodded hurriedly and said: "Zhu Han is not careful enough, son, don't be angry."

"You send that person back to Yandu's original place." Gong Wuhou was sleepless all night, and closed his eyes a little tiredly, "Senior brother Xigong, you sacrificed your life to activate this heavy formation, how can you lose the big because of a small... "

But maybe, it has been exposed.

Gong Wuhou looked into the distance again.In the smoke tower under the dark night, there is a kind of warmth and peace of mind similar to the lights of thousands of houses.

If you have a spirit, let's see together, who is coming.

"Dreams of anxiety, yearning in vain, look back and follow the wind."

The author has something to say: Ouch!I finally started to play "The Chapter of Spitting Bento"!

Because the original plan was to end with only BE, and the HE that hugged left and right was completely an unplanned task, so I had to rethink the outline of the fourth volume after the first edition was finished.After procrastinating until today, finally with the help of Qihang-san, I have a clear direction~ The bento of Nishinomiya should be able to spit out happily, thank you Qihang-san~~

I have discussed with a group of fellow Taoists before, what would it be like if the grand master had a brain twitch and passed the throne to Dan Gong one day.A said: If you can't hold it for a day, you will die.B said: It can still last for a week.Does it mean that everyone has no confidence in Dan Gong's power! ! - That's right!The current situation in the text is the situation of [Dan Gong must defend Yandu alone]! !I seem to be creating difficulties for myself again... turning around and crying...