Today I hold the world

Since I was a child, I have heard that capable people come forth in large numbers in the world of comprehension. Some can move mountains with their angry eyes, and some can fall into the sea with a wave of their hands.

When those characters appeared in front of his eyes, Zhong Shouyi felt that he was dreaming again, and those black-feathered beasts who were still fierce on their front feet had froze in the next moment, as if frozen in time and space.

Soon, the bodies of beasts killed by the white light crashed to the ground. Zhong Shou came back to his senses and looked at the person lying on the huge scarlet gourd in the sky.

It was a simple-looking and fat man, estimated to be about the same age as Zhong Shouyi's dead father. He was touching a round bead that shone with gold and red light, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly stretched out and laughed. :

"That kid, what's your name?"

Zhong Shouyi remained silent, watching the huge vermilion gourd slowly float down, less than a foot away from the snow. There were dark Taiji lines on the gourd, and the faint peaceful breath made Zhong Shouyi gradually calm down.

But he was a little scared, he looked back and saw his younger sister hiding in a long distance, so he quickly raised his legs and ran over to pick her up, and then looked vigilantly at the unmoving gourd and the simple and honest man on it.

After a while, seeing the man watching him with great interest, Zhong Shou stared at Yang Chuanfu's body, thought for a while, and quickly returned to Yang Chuanfu's side with his sister on his back.

"Woo~ brother six~"

The girl turned from sobbing to crying, and Zhong Shouyi stared at the person on the gourd vigilantly.

Chang Zizai curled his lips, "His soul is gone, and there is no way to recover."

What he was talking about was the dead Yang Chuanfu. After Zhong Shou heard it, his eyes rolled, his vigilance relaxed a bit, and he cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you senior for saving your life, may I ask if the soul can be reunited after the soul has dispersed?"

Chang Zizai shook his head: "Ordinary body, Yang Yuan is thin, once damaged, it is almost impossible to reunite."

Zhong Shouyi knelt on the ground paralyzed, all the strength in his body dissipated in an instant, and his soul seemed to be lost all at once.

Chang Zizai didn't urge the siblings either.

He came too late to save Yang Chuanfu, and he didn't know in advance that the descendants of the blood relatives in charge of the sect were in such danger. Many things in this world are often a little bit close, but just this little bit, since it is a gap, it is difficult. Pass over.

Yang Chuanfu's life is gone.

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In the eyes of ordinary people, the territory of Liang State can be described as vast, with 36 states, except for Fuzhou and Yanzhou, which are sparsely populated, remote and wild, each of which has a population of more than 50.

There are seven prefectures in Jiangbei, and the most prosperous places today are Xunyang City and Xincheng.

It is worth mentioning that Xunyang City was a big city under the rule of the previous dynasty more than a hundred years ago, while Xincheng only became prosperous in the past 30 to [-] years.

Four or fifty years ago, Xincheng was just a run-down small town, relying on the surrounding temples to accumulate popularity, and its reputation was not obvious.

As for why there is such a momentum today, the people all have a name in their hearts, which is not only the Lord of Xincheng, but also the prefect of the territory to which Xincheng belongs: Zhang Mingyuan.

Who is Zhang Taishou?Not to mention Xincheng, everyone in the entire country knew that he was a legendary old man who could write a pen to determine the country and martial arts to secure the world. With him in one day, three parts of the territory of Liang Kingdom would hardly be warped.

He was originally a person who could be crowned a king and a general, but he didn't like the atmosphere of the court. The monarch asked him to leave Xincheng many times, but he always declined.

It is also like this that it seems that Zhang Taishou is a hermit and master who is not moved by fame and fortune. Most scholars and warriors in Liang State regard it as the goal of lifelong pursuit.

It's a pity that the old man has entered an octogenarian age in the past two years, and his health is deteriorating, which really worries many admirers.

Xincheng is not a big city, and it has hardly expanded much compared to 50 years ago, but it has become extremely prosperous. There are endless caravans in the city, and there are servants galloping on horses on the official roads outside the city.

There are countless passes and small manors newly built in other places, but the vicinity of Sanli Bridge is old-fashioned and quiet. If there is not a clean and tidy fenced yard, others will think it is a place where jackals and wild dogs live.

In fact, all the people in the city know that this is the place where Zhang Taishou specially ordered others not to renovate and renovate. Its original appearance has been maintained for 50 years. Know.

In the morning, when the heavy snow stopped, a man with frosty temples walked slowly on the Sanli Bridge. His eyes were warm and peaceful, and his face was full of melancholy. It seemed that a wanderer who had been away from home for many years finally returned to his hometown, saying no out of sadness.

He is Zhong Ziyan, his spiritual robe has changed into a black sermon robe, and his hair is tied with wooden hairpins, like a middle-aged Taoist priest of an ordinary Taoist temple.

Stepping over the bridge, you can see the small fenced courtyard. Five or sixty years ago, I studied and lived here, practiced skills and literacy, and lived with Master Liang at that time.

The wooden house in the yard seems to be maintained deliberately, and the new wood is specially painted with dye to look like old wood. The color is almost the same as that of the past, but they are two different things after all.

Standing in this courtyard with hands behind his back, his mind was wandering, as if he was back in the past, he led a group of beggars to Liang Weng, and said that he wanted to raise them, Liang Weng only smiled and nodded, and said: "The young master has to prepare It's hard to eat.

Yes, it was windy and rainy, lightning flashed and thundered, and I hadn't grown up yet, and it was really difficult to lead a group of younger people to live hard.

"Baiyuncanggou, the flower of dreams. If you can't go back to the lush years, the children who should leave will also leave."

Zhong Ziyan sighed, and slowly sat on the wooden rattan chair in the courtyard. The snowflakes that had been pressing on it evaporated almost instantly, which showed that his cultivation had reached perfection.

The chair shook and shook, the eyes slowly closed, and many tender and clear voices echoed in the ears, it seemed that the children were reciting the poems:

"Several rooms are surrounded by mountains and rivers,

Walking is also safe, sitting is also safe.

One cattle and half an hectare of field,

Harvest also depends on the sky, and shortage also depends on the sky.

After the rain, the sun shines and drives a boat,

Fish on one side and wine on the other.

Commoner clothes are warmer than cotton,

Can be worn long or short.

Three meals a day with coarse tea and light rice,

It is sweet in the morning and sweet in the evening.

I have nothing to do in my spare time to read books,

Not greedy for fame, nor greedy for profit.

At night, before my wife speaks to the lamp,

Talk about today, talk about ancient times.

Three poles in the sun are still sleeping,

Not a god, better than a god..."

Time passed by slowly, Zhong Ziyan slowly and softly laughed: "Come on, read to Mr.

Sunrise in the East China Sea

One day of sorrow, one day of joy.

Don’t get into the horns in case of trouble,

People are also comfortable, and the heart is also comfortable.

......"

At noon, the heavy snow began to fall again, and a group of officers and soldiers ran towards the small courtyard. The thin brocade robed young man at the head held a long sword and said fiercely:

"Hurry up, I want to see how much the Taoist priest is, and how dare he act wildly on my grandfather's territory."

There was a middle-aged general with short beard running behind, trying to persuade:

"Young master, don't be reckless, in case he is a member of the national teacher..."

"What's wrong with the teacher of the country? The evil ways have harmed the country and repeatedly harmed my grandfather. He really belongs to him, and he should be killed!" The young man directly drew his sword, as if he was going to kill him if he didn't agree with him.