When Miejue Falls in Love with Yang Xiao

I knew it was a trap but still jumped. Sure enough, words are immortal. Articles written more than ten years ago do not look out of place at all now.

Why hasn't Mao Da Da been updated for so many years? Is it because the previous writing is so good that I can't write it down? I really can't understand it, or I have completely forgotten this child, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Gangster, and then Nan? Follow-up? Looking forward to it

I fell into a huge fan trap again.

The blue shirt is upright and the song is dark [Part 2] After returning from Ganliang Road, I felt that my sister seemed to have something on her mind. Although she never told me about it, I knew something about it. In her free time, she sat by the lake and watched the water. The cloud shadows were reflected on the lake, the sun shone in the lake, and the sparkling waves reflected on her robe. The gold embroidery on her sleeves shone brightly, and she just sat quietly with her chin in her hands, thoughtful. She used to be very noisy, and she loved to cry very much when she was little. She was really not like her mother at all. But her mother is not as beautiful as she is. I was still quite young at that time, and that woman loved to pinch my face all day long, and she would smile while pinching her, "The baby is so cute, it really looks like an apple!" I hate that woman very much, even though she saved me from the dead, even though she gave me food to eat and clothes to wear, but what are apples? I've never seen that. Every time she pinched my face, she would laugh like crazy. I thought that apples must not be a good thing. At that time, my sister was about to be born. She had a big belly all day long, making small clothes and telling me about delicious food. To be honest, her craftsmanship is quite poor. The stitches on the clothes she made for me are all crooked, which is far inferior to that of my mother. Every time I said this, she would always say lazily: "It's just okay, I've never been a mother." When she was making clothes for her sister, the stitches were crooked. She really didn't look like someone about to become a mother. Only when she talks about eating, she doesn't look so lazy. "At that time, the grilled chicken wings outside the west gate of the school were delicious. I could eat five skewers of extremely spicy ones by myself, and I was said to be invincible at the Medical University." She looked like her mouth was drooling as she talked, and kept sighing, "It's a pity that there are no chili peppers here." Sometimes I didn't quite understand what she said, such as extra spicy, Medical University, chili peppers, and so on. She mentioned the medical major most often, and she looked sad every time she mentioned it. I thought it must be the best place in the world. Sometimes I go to town to buy things for her, and she always tells me: "Ignore beautiful women. The more beautiful a woman is in this world, the more likely she is to lie." I had to explain every time, which made me tired of saying, "Are you not a woman?" She smiled and said, "I'm not a beautiful woman." When she said this, she smiled like a little fox. Later I learned that although she was not a beautiful woman, she could also lie. One night she had a tight stomachache, and it was I who hired the midwife. I was heating hot water on the stove and heard the cry of the child in the house. Then the midwife came and told me with a smile: "You have a little sister." I don't like my little sister at all. I would rather she have a boy so that I can play with him when she grows up. But I still found it quite interesting when I hugged my little sister. She was only a little bit older, wearing ugly clothes made by her mother. She had a red face and could only cry with her mouth open, like a little kitten. On the day when my sister was one month old, many people came to the town. All of them came with swords and swords, and they gathered together to have a drink at the largest inn in the town. I passed by the inn and saw that there were even monks and nuns among the group of people, which was really strange. I went back and told her this as a strange thing. She was stunned, then went into the room and took out dozens of copper coins and said to me: "Baby, help me go to the next town to buy a live crucian carp. I suddenly want to eat crucian carp soup." She has always been very greedy. She wants to eat this or that all day long. I think it is because her sister needs milk that she can eat so much. Unexpectedly, she handed her sister over to me, "Let's go with my sister." I refused, "My sister is so young, she will catch a cold if the wind blows." She said: "Just breathe some fresh air so that you don't catch a cold. You can hold her and go with her." I scolded her for being lazy and said, "I've never seen you act like a mother! The child can't live without the mother. My sister will wake up later and she will cry when she can't see you." She was startled, then suddenly sighed slowly and said, "Yes, the child can't live without mother. I asked my sister to stay with me. You can go first." Sometimes she is so weird, so I change into straw sandals and go out. As usual, she told me not to mess with beautiful women, not to be greedy for cheap, not to look around when walking, and to pay attention to my feet when going up the mountain, so as not to hurt my knees again. I thought she was very annoying, being so nagging about even the smallest things, but for my sister's sake, I still took the copper plate to buy crucian carp for her. The town next door is very far away, and you have to walk down the mountain for a long time before you can reach the river. The riverside is actually a pier, so fresh fish is sold in the market. The fish vendor used wickers to string up two fishes. I held the fish in my hand and ran all the way home. Live crucian carp is delicious when cooked in soup. I ran fast all the way, hoping that the fish would not die before I got home. There is a very secret path up the mountain that even the woman doesn't know about. If she knew, she would definitely not let me go, because the road is on the edge of a cliff, and snakes often appear. That woman usually screams when she sees earthworms, let alone snakes. There were many things she wouldn't let me do. She always said children should stay away from danger. But to be honest, it's just a shortcut, what's the danger? Besides, I am seven years old, so I am no longer a child. I climbed up the mountain from the path, which saved me more than half an hour compared to going home on weekdays. The two fish were still struggling and swinging under the willow branches, and the smoke rising from the mountain could be seen in the distance. We are the only family living in the mountain col. I was very happy, thinking that if she asked me later why I came back so soon, I would say that the uncle at the foot of the mountain happened to be attending the market in the next town and asked me to take his car. The fish in my hand broke off the wicker and fell to the ground with a "snap". I didn't bother to pick it up because I had already seen that it was not smoke, but fire coming from the roof. The whole house under the col was burning. I stumbled and ran wildly, tripped over a tree root and fell, and the sharp rocks cut my knees hard. I didn't feel any pain, so I got up and ran towards home again. By the time I ran to the col, the whole house had burned down. Many people died on the threshing floor in front of the house, all shot to death by arrows. There were many swords scattered on the ground, the barn was soaked with blood, and even the straw stacks were filled with arrows. I don't understand why so many people suddenly died here. Where is that woman? Is she also dead? And my sister, my little sister... My tears were falling down, and at this moment a big hand picked me up. I saw that there were many people alive. They were all carrying bows and arrows, and they all looked fierce. I heard someone calling me: "Baby..." I turned around and found that she was lying under the bluestone with a sword stuck in her chest. A strange man was holding her, and she was smiling at me. Thank God she was not burned to death, but blood was slowly seeping out along the sword. The man held her in one hand and his little sister in the other. When he looked at me, he looked sad, seeming to say to me, and also to himself: "I came too late." The person who was holding me let go, and I didn't know how I threw myself in front of her. She reached out and held my hand and said, "Why are you back so soon?" Her voice was the same as usual, with a reproachful tone, but her breath was weak. I couldn't tell a single word of the lie I had thought up on the way, because I suddenly realized that the group of people at the bottom of the mountain were coming for her. She pushed me away and she lied to me. She ignored my accusation, just smiled happily, and then pointed to the man holding her, "This is my godmother's eldest brother, please call me uncle." She keeps asking me to call her godmother, but I always refuse. I just glanced at the man. I didn't even want to listen to her. I'm going to town and ask Dr. Pan to come and look at her injury. But she shook her head and said no. I loudly scolded her for being disobedient. She scolded me like this last time when I refused to take herbal medicine when I had a cold. She listened to my scolding with a smile. The little sister also woke up and kept crying because the way the man held her was wrong at all. I picked her up and coaxed her for a while, but she stopped crying. At this time, I heard her say to the man: "I have entrusted you with my two children. You can take them away." I said loudly: "I'm not going anywhere. My little sister and I are right here, with you." She laughed first, then coughed, and blood flowed from her mouth. I stretched out my hand to wipe it for her, but more blood poured out of the corner of her mouth, and I couldn't wipe it away no matter how hard I wiped it away. I suddenly panicked, but she was still smiling, "I can't do it. You can take your sister and go with your uncle." I didn't want to go anywhere. I was so sad that I called her loudly: "Mom!" After my mother died, I originally didn't want to call anyone my mother, but she treated me better than my own mother. How could I deny her? But she stopped paying attention to me, and the man stopped me. He just said to her: "I will take you to treat your injury." But she shook her head and refused, "No way, even if Hu Qingniu is here, he can't save me. You take the children away..." The man gritted his teeth tightly and hugged her. She said softly: "Brother, I am really happy. I didn't expect you to come to save me. I am sorry for you, don't be so sad." As she spoke, she gasped rapidly, and then more blood flowed from the wound. The man's voice was hoarse: "Don't say stupid things. I told you that I will protect you in this life, but I failed to do it." It was already dusk, and she looked at the purple clouds in the sky, "But you were deceived by me. I have lied to you about everything in the past. I have lied to you many times. I lied to you when we became sworn brothers, and I also lied to you when I let Yang Xiao go." "Don't mention these things." She smiled, then coughed violently, and a lot of blood poured out of her mouth. She pointed at the little sister in my arms and said to the man: "Brother, raise her well for me... If you really treat her as your own daughter... You must remember to tell her to beware of Zhang Wuji... Beware of that little thief Zhang Wuji..." Her eyes gradually became blurry, and her spirit became sluggish. "When she grows up, I want to teach her poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that she can be proficient in everything... Literary skills, military skills... So that she won't be looked down upon by the people she loves..." At this point, she suddenly smiled again, "Brother, he has never looked down on me, but he doesn't know that in our place, I was the top scorer in the college entrance examination... I studied until I got a Ph. D…" He hugged her tightly, her breath gradually weakened, her energy became weak, and she seemed to be in a trance, "I'm going back, maybe I can see my parents... Brother, you keep asking me my lay name, but I refuse to tell you, because my name is Zhao Min, and I'm not happy I mean you take advantage of me, although you don't know it... What a coincidence, isn't it? My surname is Zhao. When I was born, my father read the Analects of Confucius, 'A gentleman wants to be slow in words but quick in deeds'... So he named me Zhao Min... My father has never read "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer"..." I have no idea what she meant by her last words. The man just held her tightly, and she closed her eyes slightly and murmured: "It's so dark here, I'm so scared..." "Don't be afraid, Minmin, big brother is here." He hugged her tightly and murmured, "I am here..." Her hand fell into the bloody mud and remained motionless. After a long, long time, he called her softly again: "Minmin..." She didn't answer, her expression was peaceful, and she seemed to be asleep. "Minmin..." He hugged her and just called her over and over again, "Minmin..." But she didn't answer, and the man hugged her and never let go. The sky was getting dark, and the little sister started crying from hunger. No matter how much I tried to coax her, I couldn't coax her. I finally walked over and held his sleeve, "Uncle, my sister is hungry." Two tears fell on the back of my hand. It turned out to be him crying. That was the first time I saw him cry, and it was also the last time. My uncle took my little sister and I back to Dadu, and I found out that he was a Mongolian and a very important official in the imperial court. There are also Mongolians in the town, who are always fierce, but she taught me before, "Don't discriminate against ethnic minorities, there are fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six flowers." I remember every word she said. The mansion is rich in fine clothes and fine food, everything is available. The wet nurse takes good care of my little sister, and my uncle comes to see us every day. When the little sister arrested Zhou, many guests came to the house, all of whom were dignitaries. My uncle is very close to many Han officials. Everyone came out to see the little sister. Some people asked the uncle: "I wonder if the princess has a Han name?" The uncle smiled, "Zhao Min." I suddenly opened my eyes wide and looked at my uncle. He also turned back to look at me. Only I know who this name originally belonged to, and my uncle smiled at me. Later, the imperial court decreed that my sister was granted the title of Princess Shaomin, and it is said that this nickname came from her. My uncle never had children of his own, so he treated my sister and me as his own. When I was twelve years old, he wrote to the court to make me the crown prince. From then on, I no longer called him uncle, but instead called him daddy. In fact, my father loves his sister more, especially when he calls her by her nickname, he is always so doting: "Minmin... Minmin..." Every time I think, my father must be thinking of my sister's mother. To be honest, I really miss her too. Although she always spoke strangely and acted lazily, she tricked me into buying fish at the most dangerous time. My sister has grown up gradually. She has picturesque features and is really beautiful, but she doesn't look much like her mother. She is very smart, but very naughty. Sometimes when I tease her, she always uses intrigues to get back into trouble, and I can't figure it out. Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. I walked over to talk to my sister and asked her, "Why did you burn down Luyang Villa?" My sister broke a weeping willow in her hand. She crushed the leaves into pieces and suddenly said to me, "Brother, I saw Zhang Wuji." I was startled and quickly asked her: "Did he bully you? Were you hurt?" The younger sister shook her head and turned to look at the lake, "It turns out he is just an ordinary little thief." I know my sister is lying. I can't tell when she's lying normally, but today her cheeks were red and her eyes were twitching slightly. I felt that something special must have happened to make her so uneasy. I'm also uneasy. Because I don't know when that baby who could only cry grew up like this. It turned out that she annoyed me all day long, fought with me, bullied me, and lied to me. But now she has something on her mind and doesn't tell me anymore. In the evening, I went to pay my respects to my father. I told my father about my sister's encounter with Zhang Wuji. I planned not to go back to the army for the time being, but to stay with my sister to protect her. Dad looked at me and didn't speak for a long time. I suddenly felt guilty. Finally, my father sighed and said to me: "She only treats you as her brother, so you can only be her brother." I clenched my fists and suddenly felt a dull pain in my heart. Dad said: "She and you are not the same people to begin with, so I can't come here reluctantly." I said loudly: "I have to give it a try! I want to be by her side, take care of her, and protect her!" Dad looked at me, as if with pity, but also as if he was sighing: "No matter how great my abilities are, no matter how much glory and wealth I have, how can I protect her for the rest of my life?" His face was gloomy, and I suddenly remembered that evening many years ago when the sky was filled with purple clouds, when he was holding Zhao Min and sitting there motionless. He looked sad then, just like he does now. I suddenly felt discouraged. Dad is so powerful, he can do things ten thousand times better than me. How can I do what he can't do? I went to see my sister. Sure enough, she was still awake. She was sitting on the eaves at the top of the Hanbi Building, looking at the moon. She loves to climb high into the house, just like her father. I sat next to her and stayed with her. The moonlight is reflected in the lake, and the moonlight flashes on the water, as if there are thousands of silver snakes. My sister didn't speak, and I didn't speak either. Looking down from such a high place, one can see sparkling glass, one after another. My sister suddenly said to me: "Brother, do you think my mother taught you that song you used to sing when you were a child?" "Yeah." "Then can you sing it to me again?" I turned my head to look at her, and she was looking at me, her eyes as gentle as lake water. I suddenly didn't dare to look into her eyes. In fact, her mother didn't teach that piece of music at all. It's just that I always heard her mother singing, so I learned it secretly. When I was a child, I used to sing it to my sister. When I grew up, I felt that the words were not very good, so I never sang it in front of others. But in this world, no matter what my sister wants me to do, I will agree to it. I started to sing that song. I haven't sung it for so many years, but I still haven't forgotten the weird tune and words: walking in front of you Looking back at your downcast face The smile is faint and tired I was surprised to realize that there was a feeling of resentment from a woman I remember that I haven't told you for a long time My heart that cares about you has never changed. If the outside world makes me tired, I always want to fly to your side most It was you who gave me a piece of sky It was you who gave me a piece of sky Let me travel all over the world There was never a word of complaint It was you who gave me a piece of sky It was you who gave me a piece of sky Even if the whole world starts to snow When I get close to you, I see spring I sang it over and over again, and the singing echoed on the huge lake. My sister listened intently. The way she held her chin was so beautiful. The silver moonlight danced on her eyelashes. I knew she must have thought of the little thief named Zhang Wuji. Maybe I will never tell my sister that I am willing to let her bother me, fight with me, bully me, and lie to me. I will never tell my sister that I can see spring when I get close to her.

The blue shirt is upright and the song is dark [Part 1] The moon is big and round. Every fifteenth day, the sparkling moonlight is reflected on the lake, and the second floors of Hanbi and Tanqiu beside the lake are filled with osmanthus and flowing tiles, like beauties bathing in the moonlight. At this time, my father would order someone to release the boat, and the performer would sit at the bow of the boat and play the flute. The sound of the flute was even more melodious under the moonlight, and when heard across the water, it was as misty as fairy music. I just had a glass of wine with my father, lying on the roof of the building looking at the moon, feeling drunk. At this time, my father would laugh at me, "Nanbarbarian." My brother also calls me "Southern Barbarian". These three words were curse words. Every time my expression changed, I would punch and kick him. Although my kung fu is not good, I will never suffer because my brother never dares to fight back. But my father called me "Nanmanzi" in a sad and helpless tone, as if he was doting on me. I was never angry with my father, because some people in the court also insinuated that he was a "southern man". Because Dad is very proficient in Chinese things. He can speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, and compose poems. I don't like composing poetry at all. The government invited several old masters to teach me, but they all got mad at me. The old master shook his head and said: "The clouds are against the rain, the snow is against the wind, and the evening sunshine is against the clear sky." And I shook my head and answered: "Old versus young, clumsy versus skillful, hungry versus greedy!" The old master was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. I looked at him innocently, "I'm hungry, I want to eat snacks!" After making such troubles several times, the old master could no longer teach, and often resigned angrily, "The students are not very talented and have little knowledge. I am afraid that the future of the little princess will be delayed. Please ask the prince to hire someone else!" The old master walked away with a puff of his sleeves. I hid behind my father and made faces. My father never scolded me. He always treated me with kindness. Everyone in the house knows that my father dotes on me so much that even if I want the moon in the sky, he will give it to me. I was only six or seven years old at that time. I was very drunk at night. When I woke up, it was already midnight, and the sound of the flute still lingered in my ears. There was no one in the pavilion, and Dad didn't know where he had gone. The flute played so beautifully. I wondered when a new performer would come to the house. I got up and looked around, but the sound of the flute did not come from the lake. I opened the window and looked up to see someone sitting on the eaves of the Hanbi Building, playing the flute. The green shirt is upright and the moon is clear. It turned out to be Dad. I never knew that my father could play the flute. The cornices of Hanbi Tower look like huge wings under the moonlight, and my father is sitting on the tip of the wing, with the bright full moon behind him. I couldn't see his face clearly. The sound of the flute was as clear as water, seeming to make everything in front of me gradually float up. I shouted loudly: "Dad!" Dad ignored me. I was dizzy, lying there listening to the sound of the flute, and gradually fell asleep again. After that, I never saw my father playing the flute again. I always suspected that I had misremembered that night, or that I was drunk and dreaming. But the full moon in the dream was so clear, and the moonlight reflected my father's shadow, which was lonely and lonely. Dad has never been like this. He commands a large number of troops and has great power. Even His Majesty is afraid of him. One time, my father took me hunting. I led a few guards to chase a deer deep into the forest, but unexpectedly disturbed a bear. It was a female bear with her cubs. She suddenly went crazy and slapped the guard in front of me until his brains exploded. I was so frightened that I watched helplessly as the tall beast stretched out its black claws and patted me again. "Whoosh!" The sound of sharp arrows piercing the air almost brushed my ears, and the strong wind actually made my cheeks hurt. I just felt the blood mist burst out in front of me, and the arrows behind me were fired almost instantly. The bear finally roared and fell in front of my horse. It was my father who came over to save me, and only then did the guards from the brigade follow. Dad dropped his bow and opened his arms towards me from a distance, "Minmin!" I threw myself into my father's arms and realized I was afraid. Later, the bear's skin was peeled off and made into a bearskin mattress, which was spread in the house where I lived. Although Dad shot more than ten arrows, all of them were stored in the bear's heart. There were no other arrow holes in the whole mattress. My brother is extremely envious every time he sees him, "I wonder when I will be able to master the same archery skills as my father." Although there are many nobles in Tianhuang, it is rare to have a hero like my father, so even His Majesty relies on him so much that he commands the world's troops. How could such a person sit alone at the top of the building under the moon, playing the flute lonely? I decided that I had remembered it wrong. When I was angry with the seventh old master, my father finally sighed to me, "If you can't learn to write poetry, how can I explain it to your mother?" This is the first time my father mentioned my mother. He has a princess, a concubine, and many beautiful ladies in the house, but I know that none of those women are my mother. My mother is a southern barbarian. The first time my brother said this to me, I was so angry that my eyes were red and I pushed him into the lake. My father hired famous teachers to teach me martial arts since I was a child. Although my brother is taller and stronger than me, he is no match for me. He couldn't swim, so he choked in the water until he was drowned. When he was fished out by the personal guards of the mansion, he almost drowned. My brother was very loyal and never complained to my father, and he never used such words to offend me from now on. I don't know what poetry writing has to do with my mother, but that was the first time I saw my father's eyes look so sad, and I didn't want to make my father feel sad. Dad invited an old master again. It was said that he was a learned scholar, very knowledgeable and had a very good temper. I didn't want to annoy my father anymore, so I honestly followed him and read the words in the book. My Chinese has improved by leaps and bounds, and I can even write decent verses. The old master shook his head, twirled his beard and smiled, "The princess is very talented and has excellent understanding. With time, she will become a great person." What kind of great weapon will it become? There is no eight-part imperial examination in our country, so why should we learn those sour and rotten tunes? Fortunately, I learned how to compose poetry, so my father no longer made it difficult for me to study and allowed me to lead people hunting and having fun all day long. Ever since that encounter with the bear, my father assigned eight of his best archery guards to me. The Chinese names of these eight guards were Zhao Yishang, Qian Erbei, Sun Sanrui, Li Sijie, Wushushu, Wu Liupo, Zheng Qimie, and Wang Bashei. Neither of them are good names. I asked my father about it and he just smiled. When I was fourteen years old, I led the Eight Cavalry of Divine Arrows into a fight with the Crown Prince of Liang. The Prince of Liang was domineering, greedy and lustful, and actually bullied the weak in public on the street. I couldn't stand it for a while, so I took action to meddle in other people's business. Although there were many people on the other side, the eight knights around me fired a barrage of arrows, forcing the other side to become embarrassed and flee. Within a few days, people from Prince Liang's mansion came to our door. My brother and I were fighting with people outside all day long. My father was used to it and didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, King Liang actually sent someone to propose marriage for the crown prince this time. After seeing off the messenger, my brother sneaked behind and told me. I immediately wanted to hide the two swords and planned to go to Prince Liang's Mansion to cut off the ears of that daring disciple. My brother hurriedly grabbed me and said, "Dad excused himself by saying that you were too young and had already stopped him." "My father still knows that he feels sorry for me." That night, I accompanied my father by the lakeside, listening to the flute and drinking. Dad didn't mention this, but he said, "You've grown up, so when you walk around outside in the future, you should wear men's clothes." Wearing men's clothes will save you a lot of trouble. My dad sighed slowly and seemed to be saying to himself: "In a blink of an eye, you have become a big girl. When you get married, my dad will feel relieved." "I don't want to get married." I don't know why I feel so sad, "I will stay with my father for the rest of my life." "Nonsense, how can a girl's family not get married?" "Those princes and princes are disgusting to look at. I don't want to marry them." Dad laughed dumbly, "Then what kind of person do you want to marry?" "If I want to marry, I will marry an unparalleled hero." I just felt longing. "No one dares to disobey a hero who leads a hero." Dad smiled and didn't speak for a long time. His eyes looked at the mist on the edge of the lake. The moonlight is like a milky white gauze, soaking the buildings and pavilions as if they are floating in the mist. His voice also seemed vague, "You know that one day, he will appear in front of everyone's attention, wearing golden armor and holy clothes, stepping on seven-color clouds to marry you..." I clapped my hands and laughed, "That's what Dad said!" My father didn't answer, so I turned around and realized that my father was looking at the lake. His eyes looked melancholy and more like hurt. I called him, and he turned around, smiled and touched my hair, and said softly: "Minmin, you have really grown up." After a pause, he seemed to sigh, "Just like your mother." Isn't it good for a daughter to be like her mother? My father will never dislike my mother for being a southern barbarian, I just know it. Dad didn't say anything more, but just told me: "Your mother has told me that if you meet a person named Zhang Wuji in the future, you must be careful to be careful about him." I was very curious, "Zhang Wuji, who is he?" Dad said: "If I knew who he was, I would have sent someone to kill him long ago." For a moment, Dad's eyes were sharp, like the dark clouds moving away and the golden light shining brightly, "If anyone in this world dares to go against you, Dad will definitely kill him!" I didn't ask what else my mother said, because every time my mother was mentioned, my father would be very sad. A master Ku came to the house. He was a warrior given to my father by Khwarazmo. He was a master of martial arts, but unfortunately he was mute. I pestered him all day long to learn martial arts, and thieves were on the rise in the world. My father and my brother were often away at war, and they no longer cared about restraining me. Master Ku is really not bad to me. Although this mute was ugly and covered with sword marks, he always taught me martial arts with all his money and never kept anything private. And privately, he treats me really well. I love eating candied fruits from the little shop on the corner of the street. No one in the house wants to take responsibility for fear that I will have diarrhea, so only he is willing to secretly buy them for me. Whenever I sit on the wall and eat candied fruits, Master Ku will look at me with a smile. That look in his eyes is quite similar to that of my father. I think Master Ku is also very pitiful. Although he is a master of the first generation, his appearance is completely ruined, he has never married and had children, and he is always alone every day. If he had a daughter, she would be as old as me. During the Ghost Festival, something big happened in the house. Dad's most beloved sword was stolen. The name of the sword is "Yitian". I have seen it many times. It is indeed an unparalleled sharp blade in the world. My father cherished it very much. He always carried it with him and wiped it with his own hands. The royal palace was heavily guarded, and the Yitian Sword was stolen silently without any trace. It was obviously the work of a peerless master. My father was so furious that he chopped off the head of the guard captain and paid a lot of money to recruit experts to find the Yitian Sword. There were more and more people coming in and out of the house, and there were all kinds of strange people. These people were always talking about things in the world. I listened to them telling many stories, and I couldn't help but get excited and want to make a career in the world. My father was busy with military affairs, so he didn't stop me. He just asked me to bring more people to make sure everything was safe. I reassure Dad, I have the Eight Cavalry of the Divine Arrow, the Two Elders Xuan Ming, Ah Da, Er, Ah San, and most importantly, Master Ku. With these masters by my side, who dares to bring trouble to me? I am very happy walking around the Jianghu. The Jianghu is much more interesting than the palace. People tell me every day that the Jianghu is dangerous, but I don't think so at all. I led my men to recapture the Yitian Sword, and happily handed it back to my father. Dad held this peerless sharp blade and flicked it for a long time, "The old sword is deeply loved..." He seemed to be smiling, "I originally wanted to take this sword to the grave..." That night I fell asleep in a daze and heard the sound of the flute again. He put on his clothes and listened carefully, but the sound of the flute disappeared again. If the person playing the flute is Dad, he must be thinking of my mother again. The next day, my father handed me the Yitian Sword and said, "You are wandering alone, so take this sword to defend yourself." After all, my father loves me the most and will leave any good things to me. I built Green Poplar Villa, and in the sweet and cool land of the north, I built beautiful waterside pavilions and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River. I know that half of my blood is the desolation and pride of the desert, and the other half is the exquisiteness of the southern barbarians. I stayed in Green Poplar Villa every day and began to think about my mother. What kind of person would she be? I did not delay my business. The rivers and lakes were like small ponds. I calmly observed the stones I threw. The new leader of Mingjiao is named Zhang Wuji. Mingjiao is the largest sect in the world. It had a great reputation a few decades ago due to the emergence of numerous talents. However, it has been in a state of decline since the disappearance of its former leader. This time, a young man was chosen to be the leader, and his name was Zhang Wuji. My mother told me more than ten years ago to be careful of this person. Dad said it solemnly, and there will be no mistake in his plan. Could it be that my mother had already met Zhang Wuji when he was very young? But Zhang Wuji was probably still young at that time. Even if my mother could see that he was a prodigy in martial arts, how could she know that he could grow up safely and have bad intentions towards me? I became curious and determined to get to know Zhang Wuji for a while. On the Ganliang Road, I sat under the shade of a willow tree with my Eight Horsemen, waving my fan and nonchalantly waiting for Zhang Wuji. The spy information is absolutely correct. He will definitely pass by here with the Ming Cult members. In the distance, smoke and dust rise from the horses' hooves, and the people on the road are in a hurry, rushing forward under the scorching sun. Here it comes.

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Damn, this is the nth time I've read it. It's so well written~ but I can't see any updates.

I was in Area B and saw the CPs of Yang Xiao and Master Jue. I wanted to look for it, but I didn't expect to find it. It was written in capital letters, but it turned out that this article was written in 2007.

Sir, it has been more than ten years, when will this hole be filled?