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Ma Ziji lives in Tianjin. Friends who watch Douyin may know that my place is a flood discharge area, and it has been very serious recently. Then in the morning, my grandma’s house was notified to move and evacuate. The flood discharge may flood there, so today I was sorting things out at my grandma's house, and Maziji was not safe here, so I had to be ready to move out at any time.

But the earthquake in the middle of the night seemed to have no effect on me. Maybe I slept too soundly, or maybe I was too hardworking and tired! (quietly)

I still have to sort things out tomorrow morning, so I will prepare an update in the afternoon. The manga will also be updated tomorrow. I hope this flood will pass as soon as possible!

Chapter 112 "Your Name"

(When the drowning (0.8 times speed) sounds, pure love appears)

The mansion of the Vidyadhara Clan is in an excellent location in Xianzhou Luofuli. Pushing open the ancient bronze door of the mansion with a dragon head carved on it, you will see a river flowing not far away. Peach-colored bouquets and bright red maples are planted along the river. Trees, the sun and moon floating in the river, reflecting the entire sky.

Standing in front of the ancient bronze door of the mansion of the Vidyadhara clan, feeling the rain falling down like thousands of silk threads, Jingliu suddenly felt that the weather had not been so good for a long, long time.

She had not had the time or mood to appreciate the scenery for a long time. The continuous drizzle made her feel comfortable, and her mind gradually relaxed in the rain. She felt that the beautiful scenery in this rain had nothing to do with the sunshine and the gorgeous clouds, or the Luofu. The grandeur of the building, but the mood, like a messy ball of yarn being unraveled.

Back to that continuous rainy night, the cloak customized by Guangyun Sleeve was draped on her shoulders and fluttered in the wind. She endured the cold wind and swept past the 'tough guy' boy who was humming and swaying in the cool rain. Tail strolling, at that moment Jingliu was swallowed up by the overwhelming joy, and a seed that had not yet sprouted but was full of vitality was planted in his heart.

For her, from that moment on, the boy who was always aggressive around her, liked to act cool and pretended to be serious, was completely buried in her heart like a seed, and his little thoughts were inescapable in her eyes, until she When he handed him the warm black tea, he didn't show any flaws. He looked strong and strong, like Popeye, but he kept sneezing behind his back.

Now that things have happened, there is no turning back. Now that she has set foot on Luofu, it means that in the following days, she and Jiang Fan will always meet somewhere in Luofu. Even if the result may not be satisfactory, it can be Everything will gradually get better.

She stood in front of the bronze door, with her back to the hazy light. The blazing sunshine was about to be surrounded by dark clouds, and the darkness spread downward from the clouds. Her hazy shadow was projected on the door, and there was a faint shadow inside the door. The sound of tea pouring into the cup indicates that someone is sitting under the eaves of the courtyard, drinking tea and watching the rain. It is so elegant.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it gently on the door. The rainwater was tilted by the wind and hit the bronze door, making a crisp sound. The tentacles were cold, and the water flow of the rainwater continued to extend downward. Her heart suddenly jumped. I stood up, feeling nervous for no reason.

The tension was like a sudden oncoming turbulent wave from a calm sea, causing people to panic and turn everything upside down. With her bowl strength, she could easily push open the ancient door with only a slight exertion, but this time she couldn't. The door felt very heavy, and my wrist creaked with every effort, like an overburdened bearing.

The ancient bronze door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the rain suddenly became fierce. Jingliu stood in the pouring rain, stunned.

Through the pouring rain, she saw the figure of the man.

This time it’s not a dream, it’s not the reverie of lying in bed after drinking, it’s not the reminiscence of looking at the sun in the morning, it’s not the memory of stroking the photos over and over again to conceive.

Jingliu did not lift her bangs that were wetted by the rain and stuck to her forehead, nor did she move her eyes away. She watched helplessly as the figure standing under the eaves holding a tea cup gradually overlapped with the man with long black hair shawl in her memory. , he seemed to swallow up her heart like a tide, filling the broken heart that was missing love again.

She recalled that afternoon many, many years ago when she and Jiang Fan walked side by side in the sunshine. She wanted to tell Jiang Fan that you don't have to force yourself to get up and do morning exercises every day before the morning bell rings. Because of your personality, Of course she couldn't say coquettishly, 'You don't have to get up early in the future. You are responsible for strategizing and deciding the country, and I will protect you with a sword.'

So Jingliu bumped him with his shoulder and told him softly that in the future there is no need to get up before the morning bell rings to practice swordsmanship. You don’t have to roll inward on this huge Luofu. I can protect the Luofu with my sword. All you need to do is Just make some suggestions.

Next, Jiang Fan seemed to have been poked in a sore spot. He almost jumped out of breath. From that day on, Jiang Fan rarely gave up milk tea. He vowed to say goodbye to the owner of the milk tea shop and threatened to stay forever. Quit milk tea and snacks and build a healthy body.

But just four hours later, in the corner of the Xingtian martial arts arena, Jingliu saw Jiang Fan sitting on the ground with a cup of milk tea and a comfortable look on his face. From then on, she also learned a new vocabulary of time, one eternity equals four. Hours.

Jingliu looked at the figure under the eaves in trance, while Jiang Fan, who was holding a ceramic cup under the eaves and preparing to go back to the house to sleep, was not much better.

The moment the door was pushed open, the flying silver hair made his pupils shrink sharply, and then a huge joy burst out from his heart. The joy made his legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Even his shoulders were shrugged, his lips were trembling and bumping up and down, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

By now, he could no longer tell whether the water on his forehead was pouring raindrops or cold sweat. He could only pretend to be calm and welcome Jingliu's gaze, like inspecting the fresh pork hanging on the hook by the roadside. , with sharp eyes like a butcher's knife in his hand, rubbing the iron rod and wondering where to cut off the meat.

He looked carefully at Jingliu's face through the heavy rain curtain. This girl, who had always been emotionally stable and resolute, became hesitant, as if she had fallen into some kind of sluggishness...or maybe she was like a dragon that had been lost for hundreds of years. , suddenly one day reappears in front of you.

You originally thought that you would never see each other again in this life, but now the two of them looked at each other in silence, and neither of them spoke first, as if they were afraid of something.

Jiang Fan and Jingliu looked at each other, letting the raindrops fall from the sky, and stood in the rain curtain for several minutes.

Jiang Fan suddenly grinned silently. The kind of plot that often appears in Japanese pure love animations actually happened to him. In the sea of ​​thousands of people, you and she looked for each other, but every time it was different. A millimeter passes by, and when time flies away, you and her eyes meet across the railway, and the world seems to have been pressed on the pause button.

Jiang Fan was thinking wildly in his mind, and his brain began to work rapidly. He was thinking about whether to use the classic fragment from "Your Name" as his opening statement at this time, 'I seem to have seen you somewhere...yours. ...name is...'

But Jiang Fan rejected the idea after half a second. Thinking that if he could copy the lines in the movie, Jingliu could shave off his eyebrows with one sword. After all, his thoughts have been in front of Jingliu for hundreds of years. Just like a naked little man, he was just licking his lips, and Jingliu knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Fan was silent for a while, and then broke the silence in the rain: "You...this dress is so beautiful..."

The next moment, a ray of cold light flashed across the sky, and the heavy rain curtain was stopped for a while by the cold light. The dark clouds that shrouded the group were instantly divided into two, and the world was silent.

"Woman, spare your life..."

......

You know (raised eyebrows hint)

Chapter 113 Stupid

Jing Yuan held the chess piece and gently dropped it on the chessboard. With the general's whisper, the final outcome of the chess game came to an end.

He raised his head and glanced at Yanqing and Yukong on both sides of the courtyard, with a slightly relaxed look in his eyes, but Fu Xuan, who was sitting in front of him and playing with him, had a slumped face, as if he had drank a big bowl. Soda bean juice mixed with fermented bean curd, I wanted to stand up and throw the chess piece in my hand at Jing Yuan's proud adult face.

It's obviously just an ordinary chess game, an entertainment project that can be traced back to the ancient emperors, but Jingyuan's playing methods made her confused. What kind of cannons hit one person, what kind of horses move, the sun moves, and the elephant moves the field. Fake!

The cannon in the general's hand was like drawing a bow and an arrow to shoot at a large eagle, and he was still talking plausibly about what artillery fighting was. It was an ancient artillery method that shook the muzzle at the moment of firing to bend the cannonball.

This kind of ghostly rhetoric was naturally strongly refuted by her. She wanted to ask Yukong, an expert in archery, about the authenticity of cannon fighting.

But Yukong just shook his head and said that her beloved bow was not a real bow and arrow. Her arrows could automatically guide and track the enemy. The opening of the string was just to satisfy the ritual sense of some ancient archery. Moreover, bows and arrows were different from cannons. Far from it, she had never heard of this so-called cannon fighting technique.

And next, in addition to the so-called artillery fighting skills that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, there are also more exaggerated chess skills. Why is our chess piece an undercover agent sent by him? What the hell is the time to refresh the army line? What else is there to replace the father? Joining the army and an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops coming to meet each other, that kind of shit.

She was so angry that she wanted to overturn the chess table, and then snorted, "Can't afford to play? Then don't play!"

It can be imagined that imagination is beautiful, but reality is cold. At this moment, she finally knew what the so-called official level crushing people to death was.

She wanted to imitate General Jing Yuan's army line refresh, but he said that Taibo Si did not have instructions from him and could not easily mobilize Yunqi. She also wanted to imitate General Jing Yuan's artillery fighting skills, but he said that she was still young. Naturally, she had never heard of this ancient secret technique, let alone learned it.

She could only tremble with anger, her shoulders tremble, her teeth clenched, and her resentful eyes kept glaring at Jing Yuan's face, but he seemed to turn a blind eye. She also picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea leisurely, so she could only I kept muttering in my heart, why didn’t I choke you to death with a sip of tea?

Yanqing and Yukong, who were on both sides of the courtyard, both leaned over and stared at the chess game without blinking. Compared to Yukong's complicated emotions, Yanqing held his hands on his chest, as if With a calm and cold look, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the general's chess game.

But only Yanqing himself understands that what the Master of Taibu encountered today is just the tip of the iceberg. Compared with the game between the master and the general that day, it can be said to be a small dwarf. If it were This Lord Taibu knew the so-called Italian Cannon and My Little Pony and other chess techniques, so he would definitely be furious.

The loud noise almost resounded throughout Luofu, and the continuous drizzle suddenly became shrill. The heavy rain curtain fell on the eaves of the pavilion in the courtyard, making a dull sound like iron. The rain splashed along the eaves, sliding down like a curtain. And down.

The hazy clouds in the sky were split into two in an instant, revealing a flat cut. The dazzling and bright light illuminated the entire Luofu sky into frost color. The pavilion in the courtyard was shaken and rustled from top to bottom. After the cement dust fell, Jingyuan calmly blew it away from his shoulders, his expression remained the same.

Apart from one person on this Luofu Immortal Boat who can wield this powerful and fierce sword intent gracefully and naturally, who else can master the energy of Shuang Ruyue?

As for what his master was going through now, he already knew that his master's situation was worrying and not as good as he imagined, just by relying on his frosty sword energy.

It stands to reason that now that the dragon's life is at stake, he should immediately get up, pat his butt and rush towards the mansion of the Vidyadhara clan where the sword energy explodes. But at this moment, he can only lament that "time is also fate", it is not that he deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. , it is true that he is helpless.

Not to mention the cold and sharp sword energy wielded by Master's wife now, even he wanted to put him in a sack and throw him in front of Master when he met his master. If it weren't for the huge disparity in combat power between the two sides, he might have really wanted to do it. 'filial son'.

Although Jing Yuan could still calmly blow away the dust and turn a blind eye, Fu Xuan was so shocked by the sword energy that he almost stood up.

"Enemy attack?! Could it be the infiltration of the immortal creature or the escaped star core hunter?!" Fu Xuanqing frowned.

"It's okay, Fu Qing, just rest assured. This is neither an immortal creature nor a star core hunter." Jing Yuan shook his head.

"General! Luo Fu has suddenly shown his sword energy. On this occasion, we should immediately send the Yunqi Army to investigate. And as a general, you should keep this in mind instead of drinking tea and playing chess." Fu Xuan glared at Jing Yuan.

"There is no need to worry, Qing Fu. This matter is under control. The sword energy is just an appetizer. All you need is to sit down and enjoy the rain with me." Jing Yun took a sip of tea.

"Appreciating the rain?"

"After the continuous rain, there is a violent storm, but after the heavy rain stops, the probability of a rainbow and a cloudy sky is evenly divided. Do you think the sky will be clear after the rain, or will it be cloudy and rainy?" Jing Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the sky lightly. language.

.......

The thunder in the mansion of the Vidyadharas was deafening, and the flashing cold light spewed out like a volcanic eruption, like the moonlight soaring into the sky. The floor tiles in the courtyard were turned to pieces by the sword energy, like a python passing through.

And Jiang Fan's figure was tossing and turning in the courtyard, looking like a heroic figure with full-level body skills, but now his graceful body skills and steps were really a bit awkward.

The white robe was torn to pieces by the sword, and it was covered with strips of cloth. It looked like the leader of the Beggar Clan. But if you look carefully, you can find that the parts scratched by the sword were not fatal injuries, but just injuries. It can range from blood gushing out to severe injuries such as falling to the ground.

Feeling the dense raindrops of sword blades passing by behind him, Jiang Fan could only run down with his head down. At the same time, he called the heroine for mercy, hoping that Jingliu could put down the long sword in his hand and have a long talk with him.

He really wanted to learn the trick of the Supreme Treasure in the big talk Journey to the West, where he let Jingliu put the sword across his neck, and then he choked and said, "If God gives me another chance to be with that girl, I will Hopefully, for a lifetime.”

But Jingliu is not Zixia in the movies and TV series, and he is not the Supreme Treasure. If he hadn't shrunk his head so fast, I'm afraid there would be a scar as big as a bowl on his neck now.

"Listen to my explanation! Look, the horns on my head are gone! The tail is gone! Can't you just listen to my explanation?" Jiang Fan kicked open the door of the room, ran into the bedroom and hid in the long room. Behind the table and Jingliu confront each other.

"Shut up! You idiot!" Jing Liu glared at him coldly, looked around and then retracted all the cold light covering the long sword, but still walked towards Jiang Fan with the sword in hand.

She didn't want to hear any of the so-called excuses from Jiang Fan's mouth now, let alone know about them. Now her heart was like a ignited fire, and this fire was burning blazingly.

So cool! Stupid dragon has become more capable! You didn’t lose your memory and your limbs weren’t amputated. How dare you come back with your face licked? How can you extinguish this flame of more than seven hundred years with just a few words? Do you really think she is a child between two and three hundred years old?

This sword has more than 700 years of skill, can you, a stupid dragon, stop it?

.....

Heaven! Absolutely heaven! Behind heaven is the Shura field

Chapter 114 The charm of purple

A size 39 foot stepped hard on the back of Jiang Fan's head, trampling his head into the broken floor tiles in the courtyard like a python passing through.

Jiang Fan could vaguely hear the sound of boots rubbing against his hair, and even the sneers of ants passing by him. He wanted to raise his head and blow to let that damn ant know the majesty of Long Zun, but there was a constant noise on the back of his head. The full force that came from him could only make his face close to the soil and his lips kiss the earth.

"Stupid dragon, why have you become more and more like a loach in the past seven hundred years?" Jingliu stepped on the back of Jiang Fan's head and looked at him coldly, "You haven't changed your glib tongue. Have you thought of your last words?"

The water-soaked soil was filled with a biting coldness and stuck to Jiang Fan's cheeks overwhelmingly. The smell of earthy soil came from all directions. He wanted to open his mouth to explain the cause and effect to Jingliu, but he opened his mouth. The wet soil stuck to his lips, making him want to spit it out.

Damn it! Is there any justice? Even if the person who greeted him again after more than 700 years was not a big hug, he would at least be greeted with a few greetings! Even if you want to interrogate me, can you give me a chance to speak?

Jiang Fan was about to cry at this moment. An hour ago, he was sitting on the super comfortable lounge chair under the eaves, sipping tea and sighing about life. He could snap his fingers and his lovely and filial granddaughter would run over to help him. Massage the shoulders, just like an ancient official.

But now his robe was torn to pieces by the sword, and his handsome and handsome face was covered with dirt and green buds, and there was a bright red slap mark, which was extremely eye-catching.

If Jingliu kicked him to the street at this time, he would probably be a Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan with his outfit, and the position of leader would be just around the corner.

To be honest, except for the bright red slap mark on his face, the damage he suffered was almost negligible. Although Jingliu's boots were stepping on his head and rubbing continuously, the force was gentle compared to when he swung the sword. A lot.

He really wanted to raise his head and say to Jingliu, you can take off your boots and step on his face again. After all, these boots are expensive and made of the best materials. If they are stained with mud and blood, it will be a waste. These boots are not as convenient as bare feet, and they won't hurt your feet when you step on them.

But he just muttered these dirty words in his heart. If he really said it out loud, he would probably have a bright red palm print left on the right half of his face.

"Dear, I..."

"Ding!"

Jiang Fan stared at the sword blade that was so close in front of him, swallowed hard, and hesitated for a while: "Woman, spare your life...please listen to Xiaolong..."

"I'll give you three minutes." Jingliu raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging high on the wall in the room, his voice was cold and stern, "First, the whereabouts after the battle with Fengsao Medicine Master, second, these seven hundred years What you did, third, explain the reason why there is no news, fourth, think carefully about whether you have carried forward the tradition of your dragon clan in the past seven hundred years."

"Isn't three minutes a bit short..." Jiang Fan took a deep breath, turned his face and looked up at Jingliu.

"With three minutes of explanation and one minute of last words, you can make your choice." Jingliu stepped on Jiang Fan's face while staring expressionlessly at the sword edge covered with cold light.

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at Jingliu up and down, wishing he could rise up so that Jingliu would know what would happen if he offended him. However, after half a second, his arrogant arrogance suddenly withered, and he could only sigh, what would happen if he offended him. Just nothing happens.

Jiang Fan was silent for a while: "Do you believe me when I say Lan is a pig teammate?"

"Ah."

"Originally, I had a back-and-forth fight with the rich medicine man and the old stubborn Creeper, but that bastard Lan can shoot arrows without distinguishing between friend and foe. Then you know, I was seriously injured and the last medicine man I beat fled in panic, and Kree was beaten. Po screamed in pain, and I really wanted to run back to you, but that is the law of the universe, the fate of the Star God, and that is my majestic love for you..." Jiang Fan pursed his lips, and became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. .

Jingliu lowered his eyes and listened quietly, and the force of his foot on Jiang Fan's face was much lighter, but at this moment, the cell phone that had been chopped off in the bricks in the distance began to vibrate, and the alarm sounded. It is particularly clear in the empty courtyard.