Resurrection of Shinto

Ying Huazhou, Zhoucheng!

The purple wooden coffin stands horizontally in the makeshift hall.

The wooden coffin was engraved with beautiful lines, and the lines were drawn together, exuding a faint chill, so that King Qin's body would not be damaged.

At this moment, outside the main hall, a forest of soldiers stands, like a statue, guarding here.

There was the sound of step by step, a young scribe, with a light robe, gentle and gentle, exuding an elegant temperament. At this moment, his face was sad, and his eyes were more red and swollen. He came to the wooden coffin and worshipped first. He preached in a low voice: "Fan Wencheng entered Shangjing in the past years and was treated as a guest of honor by His Highness."

"Swimming with arms and talking about the world, I never thought that this time I went to Beijing for a goodbye, but it turned out to be a farewell."

Fan Wencheng looks ordinary, only has the brightest and vivid eyes, and is extremely sad at this moment.

"The champion!" Shen Hou stood aside, stretched out his hand to personally support Fan Wencheng, and preached in relief: "Although your Royal Highness is dead, but the hatred will not be forgotten, your majesty has already made an order to leave ahead of schedule."

"Taiping Road, Jinguang Temple, and Dragon Tiger Mountain are all the only way to travel south."

"Three days later, the general will come to Yinghua to chase and kill Jianhou, and even if China is against the party, the general will preside over it."

"Under the net, they can't escape with their wings."

"Why should Lord Hou tell me this secret." Fan Wencheng shook his head slightly.

"It seems that the champion is still unwilling to be an official?" Shen Hou is so clever. Hearing these words, he knew Fan Wencheng's attitude, and his tone could not help but rose up and said: "His Royal Highness has given courtesy to the champion, and his Majesty has appointed him even more. No. 1 Scholar, Da Zhou has great favor to the No. 1 Scholar."

"In this national crisis, the champion is hiding in the countryside. Isn't he ashamed of his Highness and let down Da Zhou."

"This is ridiculous!" The old voice sounded, and an old man had entered the hall with the help of his servant. The old man's Confucian robe was meticulously dressed, and even the most picky person could not find the slightest fault.

His face was solemn, without a smile, and he continued his preaching in a deep voice: "King Qin's grace, no more than ten gold, hand-picked by the emperor, but the scholar's literary talent is amazing, and he has to do it."

"How can you sacrifice your life for such a small favor, and the old man can give you a thousand dollars, and you can pay a hundred times."

"Song Gong complained about such rascal words." Shen Hou looked at the old man, and the momentum he had just forced disappeared without a trace.

"The old man is playing helpless, but it's a pity that people in the world don't believe it." Song Ci laughed, not ashamed, but proud of it, watching Shen Hou dismissively preach: "The old man disciples are all over the world."

"Look at whether the world believes in the old man or you."

"Song Gong has changed, not so in the past." Shen Hou said coldly.

"This is the nature of the old man. When he was young, the Song family declined, and the old father was unable to cheer up. The Song family weighed heavily on the shoulders of the old man. They traveled the world and visited famous teachers. In order to study, the old man restrained his temperament for ten years."

"When the old man is successful in his studies, he will become a celebrity, and he can't let go with a single word.

"Who would have thought that the old man's reputation became more and more prosperous. This carelessness made him a great scholar. In order to maintain his image as a disciple, the old man had to bear with him.

"Not long ago, the great scholar of Shuzhou Chao Wenxiang passed away, and the old man was suddenly awakened. It turned out that the old teacher had already been killed by the old man in the same year."

"And the old man also found that the old man's awe-inspiring aura is so great that he understands the way forward, and there is no need to pretend it."

"Nowadays, anyone who sees an old man dare not say that he is stray, but that he is a real celebrity!"

Song Ci's old face bloomed with a smile, and he looked at Shen Hou with a smile, and looked at Shen Hou annoyed.

"Song Gong's temperament is so awe-inspiring, which is really favored by the heavens."

Shen Hou clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was about to crush a mouthful of silver teeth, his heart was very angry, looking at the old rascal in front of him, there was nothing he could do.

The aura of Haoran is already comparable to the great master of martial arts.

"Although it is an irony, the old man loves to listen." Song Ci stretched out his hand and patted Fan Wencheng who bowed to him, preaching in a caring tone: "You are my literary hope. You have the hope of becoming a semi-holy, or even a holy."

"Can't be folded in this troubled world. The old man came down the mountain this time, just for you, and he went up the mountain with the old man."

"What black dragon, what great luck, has nothing to do with you."

"Don't refute, what is the calculation of the Emperor, the old man eats more salt than him, how can it be unclear, but with the help of King Qin's death this time, he wants to force you to become an official."

"You have the hope of the world. As long as you have an official position, some old guys can be indifferent in order to protect you. They must do something. Then they will all be pulled into the broken car of Da Zhou."

"Song Gong is presumptuous!" Shen Hou scolded in a deep voice.

"Humph!" Song Ci snorted coldly, and preached to Shen Hou Hun indifferently: "If the old man himself, of course he would not dare to say that, but the old man now represents Wen Dao, if the emperor dared to force Fan Wencheng into an official position."

"Huangshan Lu Daihe, Qingzhou Chang Wending, Xiangping Sunliang... Counting the old man, a total of nine immediately set off for Beijing."

"We can't beat the Emperor, but we are stubborn outside of Shangjing. We have to see what the Emperor does?"

"Nine great Confucian scholars, disciples from all over the world, among them there are countless people from officials to prefectures and counties. They are tyrannical in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I am afraid that they will be famous in history."

"By the way, Shen Hou also wants to make a fortune, after all, Shen Hou's hand was moved."

"Shameless old thief!" Shen Hou finally couldn't bear it, he cursed directly, flicked his sleeves, and left directly, staying here, fearing that he would be **** off by this old thing.

With a sigh in his heart, Fan Wencheng became an official, fearing that there would be no chance.

When he reached the door, Shen Hou suppressed his anger, walked back, looked at Song Ci, and preached in a deep voice: "I was almost offended by Song Gong. Song Gongbao Fan Wencheng is fine, but your Majesty must have an explanation. ."

Song Ci shook his head and preached directly in front of Shen Hou: "Unfortunately, it's just a little bit."

Looking at Shen Hou’s already gloomy face as if dripping water, he continued to speak: "The old man heard that Xiao Shen Hou has a strong ability~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He has the ability to be better than blue from the blue, and the old man has a sword here, which happens to be a gift. To Xiao Shenhou."

Song Ci clapped his hands, but the servant outside the door came with a long sword.

"This sword, I don't dare to ask for it." Shen Hou was surprised when he saw this sword. This sword was ordinary, but in Shen Hou's eyes, there was dragon spirit entangled. strange.

"This is the Kyushu sword, Shen Hou doesn't want it, then give it to the Emperor, and the Emperor will know it."

Song Ci didn't wait for Shen Hou to speak, and said directly: "This sword comes from Taiping Dao, tell the emperor that he will go to visit one or two south."

A cultivator from outside the world dares to compare his mind with the old man, not knowing that the old man is about to condense his literary mind, but he has two hearts.

If I don't teach you a lesson, I really have to forget that now it is a great prosperity for humanity.

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