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    Ding Bao moved his steps as heavy as a thousand kilograms and put down the letters in several cases. He suddenly realized the absurdity: "So, Gong Heyun, Bai Huawei, Luo Zhixian, Lao Feng why did those people die? Lao Feng's Preface to Death  What's the point of my "Wild Fire and Spring Breeze Order"? Or even if Kong Ziru had been in Nanming Mountain on the day of Nanming's tragedy, would everything have been different? " "With his "knowledge", combined with those good players?  How could he allow the Heavenly Soldiers to do whatever they want with their own power? " "The lives of Gong Qin's father Gong Heyun, the people in the Fox Fairy Cave who were crazily massacred, the heroes of Nanming Mountain who fought hard, and everyone he knew in the Huayang County Government  Will all these sacrifices never happen? " Ding Bao, who had always been in a stable mood since time travel, was filled with unwillingness and anger for no reason. He suddenly turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "If Master Yan is so confident,  There is no need for others, why don't you take action as soon as possible so as not to cause more trouble?" "Because I can't do it." The corners of Kong Ziru's dry mouth moved, and his whole face suddenly wrinkled.  The word "old" showed its power for the first time in the busy old man, as if the strong life force was taken away in an instant, leaving only the old skin that has been dried and vicissitudes of life.  He pushed it flatly with both hands and slowly slid it out.  The chair Kong Ziru was sitting on was not an ordinary gauze-hatted chair. The wooden chair did not have four hollow legs at the bottom. Instead, it was covered with boards on all sides, just like a wooden box. There were machine brackets and axles in it, and two oxcart-like covers were supported on both sides.  Leatherwood wheel.  Kong Ziru's lower body was covered with a thin blanket, and the shriveled black cloth shoe tips were exposed under the old gray blanket, resting on the footboard of the chair.  Rigid.  Not a little bit angry.  The old man smiled lightly.  The smile was helpless and painful, but more importantly, it was a helpless numbness: "It's just that the heavenly soldiers appeared without warning, and once they appeared, they came too quickly. In the early years, there were no clues and experience, and finally I have so little experience now.  I've got it, but my legs are useless. It's really not easy for a disabled person." Kong Ziru said, brushing his legs.  The strength of the hand is not weak, but the shriveled thigh under the thin felt shows no reaction at all, as if it were a clay or wood sculpture.  "As you can see. Now I am just an old and sick paralytic." Kong Ziru has been showing signs of stroke for more than three years. In the past year, he has been unable to walk. Under his instruction, the news was deliberately blocked around him.  In addition, he usually lived in seclusion or traveled around the world like a wandering crane. Apart from a few substitutes and followers, not even Kong Ci knew that his illness had become so serious.  He was shocked when he saw Ding Bao making a mistake.  With a look of regret and guilt, he clicked his tongue.  He waved his hand calmly: "Although I am old and sick, it is not your turn to sympathize with me. If I really want to use my hands, I can teach you to lie down within three or five moves. Do you believe it or not?" Ding Bao looked at his sharp eyes, unable to analyze.  Whether the old man is used to being strong or he really has this strength, but looking at the gleam in his eyes, it doesn't seem like nonsense.  Feeling a bit of awe in his heart, he lowered his head and said, "I was rude, please forgive me, Lord Yansheng." Kong Ziru sat in a wheelchair, looked at him a few times, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a few "knock knocks" and the door opened.  The old helmsman said: "Holy Duke, your Excellency is here." Kong Ziru raised his voice and responded: "Bring him in." With a "beep", the door opened, and the person who came in was not a stranger, but a Ding Bao who never expected that he would be there.  The characters that appear here.  He wears a purple coat, a gold and purple fish bag, a black veil on his head, pink-soled official boots, and a long beard. Although his face is tired and haggard, he can't hide his elegance, and he still makes people think clearly.  It seems that it was Lord Bai Haiting, the anti-bandor Xuanfu envoy sent by the Bai family to apply eye drops to the Su family of the "Iron-Blooded Blue Army" in the three mansions of the Southern Kingdom.  Because of what Inspector Zhang next to him did to everyone in Bian Que Hall, Ding Bao also had a very average impression of Lord Bai Haiting, and even once suspected that he was that "Yuanjun".  So I didn¡¯t leave shamelessly.  I want to see what the relationship between these two is.  Bai Haiting didn't recognize Ding Bao, so he nodded slightly, then put his index and middle fingers on his forehead, carefully took off the black gauze on his head, bowed his head deeply to Zi Confucianism, and said respectfully: "Student, see your teacher. I'm busy with official duties.  I'm late, I hope my teacher will forgive me." Kong Ziru didn't seem to care, and waved: "You have worked hard too, don't talk about these formalities, sit down." Looking back at Ding Bao, his eyes were bright, and he nodded: "Come on, you too.  Sit down." The wheelchair slowly slid towards the desk and then returned to its original position.  The news that he suffered a serious stroke and could not move his legs and feet was tightly sealed. Even the court and his own daughter did not know about it. However, Bai Haiting acted as a matter of course. With the titles of 'mentor' and 'student', the relationship between the two was obviously extraordinary.  close.  After Bai Haiting and Ding Bao sat down,?Zi Ru picked up his pen and flipped through the book again, started to click, and without raising his head, he and Bai Haiting inquired about the preparations for the "Conference on Praying for Dao, Blessings, and Discussion of Dharma".  Finally, Kong Ziru asked casually: "You have had contact with Tang Jingtian of the Tang family. How much do you know about that person?" He casually told the shocking story that Ding Bao heard from the conversation between Mu Canghai and Tan Yinyang.  The secret was told.  Bai Haiting mused: "Although Tang Jingtian was addicted to swords and was a rough man, there has been little news about him in the past ten years, but the Tang family's ancestral training was very strict, and he never made any mistakes when guarding Beiguan. I don't think he really followed  The soldier was involved in the incident that day. It must have been those ten demons, Mu Canghai, who wanted to confuse the world and confuse the world." As he spoke, he saw an old, smooth wooden plate lying beside the desk.  A cup of shredded ginger and fish soup, a plate of salted beans, a bowl of boiled tofu, and half a bowl of white rice. The food seemed unused, maybe it had been left to cool, and there was no heat on it. He frowned and advised: "Teacher,  There is a saying in the city: "People are like iron, and food is like steel." It's getting late, so I won't disturb my teacher for dinner. I'll come back tomorrow to say hello." Kong Ziru nodded: "Go ahead and salute."  Wusha threw her head and exited the cabin.  Perhaps because he was moved by his proud disciple, the old man wanted to write, but hesitated for a moment and then gave it up. He picked up his rice bowl and took a few bites, but he only tasted a small spoonful of the fish soup and then put it down.  Ding Bao was used to being self-reliant on earth in his previous life, so he was very good at doing these things and observing what was happening.  He came forward and brought up the fish soup: "Holy Lord, the fish soup will inevitably be fishy when it is cold. I'll ask someone to heat it up again." Kong Ziru picked up the tofu cooked in soy sauce and served it with cold rice. He shook his head and said, "The fish has become sour until now at noon.  Come on, just throw it away." Ding Bao was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this was not his dinner, but his lunch?  !  With mixed feelings in his heart, he nodded and said, "Yes." Then he took the stale fish soup out of the cabin.  The old helmsman standing outside the cabin took over without saying a word.  As if accustomed to it.  Back in the cabin, Kong Ziru had finished half a bowl of cold rice. The salted beans were eaten with the rice. They were heavily salted and he only ate a few. He ate all the large bowl of boiled tofu with black bean sauce.  The old man wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, poured a cup of tea, raised his head and glanced at him: "You haven't left yet?" He also poured a cup for him, pushed it to the edge of the table, and turned back to continue working.  "The tea is also cold. Just order it. Drink it and leave." Ding Bao silently stepped forward, took the tea and drank it.  He couldn't help but frown.  ?Then the tea is more than just cold?  The tea leaves are thick and astringent, and almost contain theophylline.  The astonishingly large earthenware teapot on the deck was probably filled the night before, allowing Yan Shenggong to drink it all the way until today. There was no need to boil water and refill it in the middle, so as not to disturb the work.  Why is such a person who is famous all over the world and enjoys an absolute reputation in the world, the court, and scholars, why is he willing to live such a miserable life?  Is it because you put all your attention on slaying the heavenly soldiers and saving the people, so you don¡¯t know what to eat and have no intention?  Ding Bao, who was originally full of restlessness and dissatisfaction, sighed, clasped his fists at the old man behind the desk, turned around silently, lowered his head and pushed out the door.  On the deck, Chunyu Fanyin was sitting leaning against the side, her clothes fluttering in the night wind, and her thick hair like a waterfall draped behind her waist, like an immortal in the sky or a goddess in the moon palace.  As soon as she saw Ding Bao come out, she stood up with a faint smile. Ding Bao was not in a high mood and whispered: "Thank you, Miss Chunyu. Please wait." "It's not in the way." Chunyu Fanyin smiled and said: "I was chatting with Mr. Bai just now.  It¡¯s a coincidence that we meet again after a while. I introduced you by the way.¡± Seeing his complicated expression, he glanced at his hair and asked in a low voice, ¡°What happened?¡±  Bao shook his head, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Miss Chunyu, I want to go for a walk by myself and come back later, so I won't run around." Chunyu Fanyin shrugged, as if being blown by the wind, nodded and smiled elegantly:  "I'll take you ashore and pick you up later." "Thank you Miss Chunyu." The two boarded the raft again, Chunyu Fanyin held the pole and walked slowly, sending him to a stone bank not far ahead, where tourists  There were only a few willow trees growing along the bank. There was a small, simple wine shop about ten feet ahead. An old red-lit wine sign hung under the eaves of the thatched shed, but there was no one in the shop.  "Brother Ning, don't you want to invite me to drink?" Chunyu Fanyin smiled faintly, took out a heavy small cloth bag from his arms and threw it to him.  The cloth bag was taken out from the inner pocket of her lapel. It was still warm to the touch and exuded a faint milky sweetness, which made people feel drunk.  She asked Ding Bao to go up to the stone shore, and then he paddled a little longer. Then the boat paddled backwards, like a floating willow leaf on the ripples.  ¡°Brother Ning, please don¡¯t get drunk.¡±  A beautiful magnetic voice came from the water and wind: "See you later." Ding Bao opened the cloth bag and found it filled with broken silver. Then he remembered that he was penniless and couldn't help but feel grateful for Chunyu Fanyin's attentiveness and consideration.  In fact, he didn't want to drink at all, or even talk to anyone. He watched the boat disappear and simply sat down on the shore, staring in a daze against the damp and slightly cold wind.  From time to time until now, he has been busy in various ways. In fact, he originally just wanted to collect the fourteen genetic fluids, but he kept getting entangled with the heavenly soldiers by accident.  ¡°Those he knew, those he dated, those who admired him, those who were good to himmany people died under the claws of the heavenly soldiers.  Gradually, defeating the Heavenly Soldiers has become a potential goal in his mind to move forward bravely.  Because of this goal, he finally felt that he was somewhat in harmony with this era and no longer wandered around like a duckweed.  However, what Kong Ziru said today easily lifted the heavy burden from his shoulders and knocked him down to his original position with almost no effort.  The contents recorded in that handbook are far more detailed and useful than what he has summarized so far.  Among them, there are even details that some of the heavenly soldiers, including the heavenly soldiers Wu Mei, cannot go down to low places - the book says: "If they dare not go down into a hole lower than two feet, they may find it difficult to jump out, and they may be afraid of falling into it."  The nest has collapsed. "Although the principle of ultrasonic control is not recorded in the notes, it has been mentioned that bats can confuse people and help people escape.  "Maybe he is right, he is not needed here." He held his hands on the cold paving stones and murmured to the starry sky: "I'd better help Sister Fox fulfill her long-cherished wish, and then take her with me.  Hook up with Sister Su Ge and let¡¯s have a good time together! ¡°Although Su Ge¡¯s affairs are extremely troublesome, I¡¯m afraid six brothers alone would be enough for him to drink, but with Sister Fox¡¯s fine skills and extraordinary intelligence,  , can definitely help him think of a way to get the best of both worlds The three of them live in harmony and share the blessings of being together.  At this time, he suddenly missed Su Ge.  That girl who was absolutely beautiful, upright and serious, who always held a knife in her hand, and who always looked for trouble when she got angry, who was purely devoted to him (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!   .
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