The Path Toward Heaven

(Yesterday's note is to say that I haven't found a suitable question for a long time in the Turing test. I had to skip the process, but I forgot to say so and let go.)

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I'll do it again.

He practices in the sparse heaven and earth aura.

I am the prince.

井 Jingjiu has experience in these things.

So he has no difficulty adapting to the illusion in Qingtianjian.

But he still found something wrong.

One day he was in a daze in the Royal Garden, and saw two court ladies playing chess, helping to drop a pawn.

This is not a hunt for happiness, nor is it intended to preach his intelligence. It is a natural act of his subconscious.

Now he is an ordinary person. This kind of experience that he has n’t had for a long time makes him seem to be returning to Chaoge City a long time ago. Two maids who are guessing and stealing.

After I dropped the chess piece, he remembered that this place was not Chaoge City.

This palace is not that palace.

Brother Chen has passed away in Guocheng Temple for many years.

Is this the effect of cloud dreamland?

Kusui Nine understood something.

Since that day, he has never played chess again.

Until the winter many years later, King Shizuo came to the capital in a snowstorm.

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Shijing Wang Shizi is smart and snowy, and Su Hui is born, but he is only four years old now, and naturally he will go to the capital after many years. There are many things that he can't do, such as letting Wang completely obey his opinions, such as setting up his own spy report organization, and finding those inquiries as soon as possible.

Mr. Xun has left. He is sitting at the window and writing to Luo Xue.

His words have been written very well, not to mention children of the same age, that is, there are few masters in Wangfu who are better than him. The gentleman was very satisfied and proud. He said that he would not have to practice so hard many times, but he did not obey and still wrote a lot of characters in the study every day.

Those seemingly irrelevant texts are some of the information he wrote down, no one except him can understand.

It is not difficult to find other askers, because the date of birth is the same, and he remembers all the small movements, expressions, habits of everyone. His only worry is whether living in a fantasy for a long time will have some kind of mental impact and will gradually forget things.

So he wrote down all the information, and of course did not forget to write down the most important things.

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who am I.

哪里 Where do I come from.

做 什么 What am I doing here?

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He finished writing those words on the paper, seemingly randomly piled into the corner of the table, and King Shizi moved to the window with some difficulty, looking at the snowflakes.

Hancang Prefecture is at the northernmost point of Chu State, bordering Luo State and Qin State. The climate is cold and it started snowing very early.

Now there should be many askers who have noticed him.

In a few years, or someone will come to Cangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of troops under the control of King Jing in and outside Cangzhou.

He stood quietly in the middle of the net, waiting for those people to come, or kill, or form an alliance.

Some questioners, like him, don't care about being discovered at all. They must have the same ideas as him.

Like the nine prince who is said to be an idiot in the palace.

The chill wind came in from the window.

He coughed twice, took the blanket over his lap, and looked at his face in the mirror, showing a satisfied smile.

The little boy in the mirror had thick eyebrows like a sword.

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Among the five nations in the world, Romania is the weakest, and the people's lives are the poorest.

In particular, the villages near Zhangshui did not benefit from water, but because of several floods in previous years, their properties were completely destroyed and never recovered.

There is a ditch in the field, which is just between two adjacent villages. When it was a drought in the old years, this ditch must be the main place where the two villages contended. Man, and now there is no one by the gutter, only two children are standing on either side.

The two children were about four or five years old, in tattered clothes, looking at the children of the poor.

They looked back at the sun in the ditch with no hands and no stones to play with each other. They seemed a bit old-fashioned.

"Do you say the sun in this ditch is real or fake?" The child in Dongcun said suddenly.

The child of Yunxi Village said, "Then the sun in the sky is true or false?"

The child in Tongdong Village looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes and said, "I'm afraid it's just a bead."

Yunxi Village child said, "Return the dzi?"

The two children looked at each other and knew each other's identities. They were a little excited and wary.

"Don't you drink?" Nishimura asked.

"Specially drinkable," the East Village child responded.

The child in Yunxi Village looked slightly bright and asked, "What is your favorite appetizer?"

The child from Tongdong Village said, "I like to eat beancurd and fried eggs with fried soybeans. How about you?"

The child of Xixi Village said, "Red oil tofu with steamed buns."

The two children stared at each other, and stretched out their hands across the ditch to hold it.

The child at Tongdong Village was a little puzzled and said, "My luck has always been bad, but where did your luck go? It landed in such a place where birds don't shit."

The child of Xixi Village sighed and said, "Don't mention it, but I can meet you with good luck."

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I like to eat red oil and tofu, and I'm famous for my luck.

The child in Tongdong Village is called Jiang Rui, and he is a casual friend he has known.

Before Xu entered the Echo Valley, Jiang Rui had already seen He Zhan, but he did not expect to be the first one in the fantasy world.

He Hezhan looked at the sun in the sky and said, "Thinking that those people may be looking at you and me like this, I feel a little embarrassed."

Jiang Rui knew this was to remind himself not to reveal his identity, and asked with a low voice, "How did you become a monk at Guocheng Temple?"

"Go out and talk." He Zhan said, "What's your situation now?"

瑞 Jiang Rui smiled bitterly and said, "It's a bit miserable. After a few years, I have to kill the man before I say it."

He Hechan noticed a wound on the body exposed in the hole in his clothes, and said, "I will help you then."

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Jiang Rui returned to Dongcun's own home. After entering the door, she had no time to do anything, and fell to the ground with a slap fan.

A drunk man scolded and said, "Well, not looking at your sister at home, go out there!"

男子 This man is his father in this world. He is good at drinking and gambling. No matter how much he drinks or loses, he likes to scold his family and vent.

I was originally a very poor family, and the only thing worth more was sold out by this drunkard.

Wu Sanxiu is also a practitioner. When Jiang Rui traveled to the heavenly continent, he was regarded as a **** by mortals. Where did he receive this treatment? Of course, he wanted to resume some cultivation as soon as possible, kill the drunkard, and then leave the ghost place, but the heaven and earth aura in the illusion was too sparse, and it would take years to see it. Should we endure such days for years? But if you leave with He Zhan now, I'm afraid you won't be able to go far enough to be sold by traffickers or eaten by wild animals.

When I thought of He Zhan's name, Jiang Rui suddenly had a thought in her heart, and then she couldn't stop lingering.

Countless thoughts flashed quickly, and eventually became a blurted sentence.

"I met a friend from the neighboring village over the ditch."

He responded to Jiang Rui with another slap in the face of his drunkard father and a sentence: "You know what a friend is about this little mess?"

Jiang Rui covered her face and said in tears, "He gave me white rice cakes, and fruit, of course, friends."

The drunkard's father froze and said, "White rice cake? I haven't eaten it in a long time. He ... is your friend's house rich?"

Jiang Rui sobbed and said, "He said that a good thing rushed out of the river and was picked by his mom while washing clothes by the river. He said that good thing can be changed a lot, white rice cake, yellow rice cake. ... "

The alcoholic father was silent for a while, and asked, "What is that good thing?"

Jiang Rui carefully looked at him and said, "I don't know. He said it was like shit, but how can it be a good thing?"

The drunkard's father scratched his head and said, "Shit ... is it yellow?"

"No, he said like ... like the color of that."

Jiang Rui pointed at the sky.

There is a golden sun in the sky.

The drunkard father looked at the sun, squinting his eyes, wondering if it was dog head gold?

I heard that more than thirty years ago, Wang Dahu of the neighboring village picked up a dog-head blond hair in the river and went home.

Such a good thing finally fell on himself?

"That's not a pile of dried shit!"

The drunkard's father pretended to be very angry, and slapped Jiang Rui's head with a slap, but in the end only touched it.

The drunkard's father left after dinner that night.

Jiang Rui knew he was not gambling because he did not drink.

The poor family had no money to light up, and it was dark at night.

The aunt coaxed her sister and was already asleep on the other side.

Jiang Rui was wrapped in a broken quilt, squatting on the other side of 炕, only showing his face.

He looked at the stars outside the window, silently thinking about his mind.

The alliance between He and He Zhan is naturally an excellent thing. He believes in He Zhan's ability and character. The question is, even if he and He Zhan can go to the end, who will they be?

He has no confidence to overcome He Zhan.

Well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how many more years, he just feels jealous.

In the real world, he has always been jealous of He Zhan's good luck, jealous that He Zhan can have so many denomination friends, but none of them have been introduced to him.

Here is the cloud dreamland, do you still have such good luck?

If your luck is really good, you can survive tonight.

Jiang Rui thought about these things, feeling that Ye Han was getting deeper, and he tightened his quilt tightly.

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In a remote earthen house in Yunxi Village.

A woman fell to the ground and was out of breath.

三十 She, who has been cooking hard for 30 years relying on laundry, couldn't figure out how she would die so sloppy because of a pile of non-existent dog head gold.

He Hechan was tied to her hands and feet, and fell to the ground with blood on her face.

His eyes moved from the adoptive mother to the man who was rummaging through the boxes. Some numbness-those things in reality made him frustrated. After entering the illusion, he even broke the jar and broke. He wanted to follow the wave, just in this village. Until the end of the trial, he rarely practiced, and tonight he knew he was wrong.

In the end, the man was unable to find the dog head gold, and was extremely disappointed. He turned to He Zhan and punched and kicked again, regardless of that he was only a four or five-year-old child.

He Hechan didn't cry out, nor did he cry for help, because he was afraid that the man would kill himself.

As long as I can survive.

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I live, sometimes more painful than dead.

In the days that followed, He Zhan became more and more aware of this truth.

The man was unwilling to return empty-handed and sold him to a trafficker.

The trafficker sold him to another trafficker. I didn't know how many times he had fallen in the middle. He actually sold him to Zhao Guo.

I am all the way away and miserable. Fortune in the real world seems to be all reversed in the illusion.

他 When he was finally untied by a rope tied to his hands in a dental shop in the capital of Zhao Guodu, the wound on his wrist could already see the bones.

The people in Tusk brought him something to eat, he was wounded, bathed, and even a piece of clean clothes was given.

However, the misfortune of He Zhan did not end here. The most painful moment is still behind.

A carriage brought some boys to the depths of the capital, and the towering imperial city was gradually visible in front of them.

He Hezhan looked ahead, his face was pale, and he tried to escape for the first time. He took care of his teeth and jumped out of the car.

But he was just a five-year-old boy, who might have run too far, and was soon caught back.

After taking a stick, he was taken into the palace.

In the dark room, he was tied to a chair, and his body, forcibly filled with medicine, was extremely weak, without any energy at all.

只能 He could only watch the old **** come over with a buckskin handle knife.

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Chu State welcomed the mission of the northern Qin State ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is not accurate to say that the mission was actually because the Emperor Qin himself visited—the emperor went to another country. This is something that never happened. The emperor's decision was heard to be greatly criticized in the country, but he still insisted on doing so, and brought his princess who he loved most.

小 The little princess is just five years old this year, and I don't know why Qin Huang was willing to let her embark on a long journey with herself.

Xi Qinhuang was about to talk to Chuhuang, no one except them knew.

Prince Huang naturally attended the welcoming banquet. Jing Jiu sat on the couch and looked at the little princess who was about the same size as herself.

After seeing Jing Jiu, the little princess of Qin Kingdom never looked away and kept staring at his face, eyes full of joy.

The court lady and grandmother of the Imperial Palace of Chu Chu could not help covering her mouth and chuckling. She thought that Qin Guo's temperament was direct. Now it seems so. Such a young girl knows what looks good, and she looks so unscrupulous.

The Qin Emperor and the Emperor Chu began to discuss in secret, and drove all the servants out of the hall, leaving only Jing Jiu and the little Princess Qin on the couch.

The hall was quiet and silent, and the little princess crawled slowly towards the couch, and sat down in front of Jing Jiu.

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