Anzhou and Heming all fell, and there was no barrier in Pingjing City.
If the blue bandit points eastward, he can attack all the way to the city wall of Pingjing City.
Even the puppet emperor, who didn't care about political affairs at all, was frightened, calling "Fang Qing Fang Qing" and asking Fang Xiang to come up with countermeasures.
However, Fang Xiang is old and weak, often sick in bed, and his daily political affairs have been changed to be dealt with in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
There is a lot of traffic in front of the Prime Minister's House every day.
The call for "moving the capital" is getting louder and louder.
When he heard that the Bi bandit flag pointed eastward, Pingjing City fell into an atmosphere of panic.
The Blue Blades raise their armies at the beginning of winter.
Starting from Anzhou and Heming respectively, they attacked Pingjing City in two ways.
Unlike the Feng army that invaded back then, the Blue Blade Army had already swept clean behind it.
The rear is like an iron bucket, and there is no need to worry about the heavy grain and grass.
General Yu's good governance has made her territory prosperous, and the people have returned to their hearts and lived a stable life.
Such a place, as expected, attracts a large number of businessmen.
The world looks down on businessmen, but Zhu Jun and Mr.
Fan of the Blue Blade Army are two people who attach great importance to businessmen.
These merchants who traveled around the world witnessed the rise of Zhujun with their own eyes.
After they weighed, weighed, and calculated, more and more businessmen were willing to invest in Takesheng.
With the help of merchants, many things are much easier.
The first time Zhusheng's body showed abnormalities was on the way to the army.
When the morning horn sounded, Seven Swords opened his eyes.
He habitually turned over and sat up, shook his head, and his mind cleared.
He called for Zhusheng as he dressed.
Takesheng's schedule when marching was extremely strict, and he never slacked off when he heard the morning call.
On that day, Qidao called twice, but he didn't hear Zhu Sheng answer him.
His heart sank, and he immediately lifted the curtain and broke into the inner tent.
Seeing that Zhusheng was not "on fire", he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he walked up to her, she didn't wake up.
Until he shook her twice.
Zhu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.
For a moment, Seven Blades felt his body tremble.
In the grove of the past, the figure of an indifferent girl holding the hilt of a knife flashed before his eyes like a haze.
It's been a long time since Seven Blades had had such a strong fear of Takeshi, so much so that he ignored Takesheng's abnormality.
In other words, he avoided it in his heart to ask why Takesheng had such a strong killing intent that morning.
Takebu didn't plan to tell him.
No one can help her about this, and there is no point in talking about it.
That night, she fought all night with the samadhi fire.
The samadhi fire wants to kill her, or rather, to eat her.
Back then, the book of raising fire, because of the word "fire", she decided to look at it, and the front was the daily maintenance of the spiritual fire, which had nothing to do with her and the samadhi fire.
She flipped through it in a hurry and wanted to put it down.
Unexpectedly, when I flipped through it at random in the end, I saw a paragraph in the middle about the evil cultivators using the human body as a furnace to raise fire, and the words "pure yin body" were so conspicuous.
At that time, when she read that she used the pure yin body to nurture the spiritual fire, and when she reacted against the woman who was the Ding Furnace, she only felt a chill all over her body.
There was even a time when Chong Xin's gentleness seemed like a satire of her fate.
It took her quite some time to get over the emotions of that time.
Now, she found that the situation of the Samadhi fire was very different from that recorded in the Fire Sutra.
Obviously, as a person who is a Ding Furnace, he will not be able to detect the existence of spiritual fire in his body throughout his life.
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It is not until the end of life that the soul is consumed by the spiritual fire as the last nourishment.
Then the spiritual fire came out of the body and condensed into shape.
But the Samadhi Fire can now condense in her ancestral aperture, leak more than once, and even begin to transform her Ding Furnace on its own.
Zhusheng vaguely felt that the samadhi fire in his body seemed to be "alive".
Although it has no wisdom yet, only the survival instinct like a beast, it is indeed "alive".
Why is this happening, why can it condense, why can't it wait even decades, and now it is going to devour her soul In Xiao Jiuhuan, no one can answer her questions.
What's even more unfortunate is that she has understood that in her body, she and the fire can only live one.
If she dies, she is utterly destroyed.
Nobody wants that outcome.
Zhusheng is even more unwilling.
They spent the year on the journey.
At that time, a city had just been taken, and the city guard led the family in the city to open the city gate to welcome Zhujun.
The best house in the city was not the castle guard's house, but a large local family.
The family was the one who planned and led the surrender through the businessman.
Zhusheng gave them face very much, and took Fan Shen and Qidao to stay in this family's house.
The heritage of the family cannot be underestimated, in the bleak winter, a window and a corridor, all reveal an elegant charm.
The New Year's Eve Banquet is also in this house, and the culture of the banquet is different from place to place, and it is held by this family, which is lively but not noisy, festive but not vulgar.
Fan Bo often talks to the local family very well.
He talked eloquently at the table, and his tone of speech easily convinced these people.
Fan Bochang, who is like this, has a very respectful attitude towards Shangzhujun.
Fan Bo was often famous for his calligraphy and paintings, and then traveled to several countries to surprise the world with his strategies.
A literati and celebrity like him refused to live in one place for a long time, which means that he has made it clear that he has not yet found the master in his mind.
What kind of person can make the world-famous Fan Bo always loyal Fan Bo often answered the world with practical actions, and he chose Zhujun.
Then Zhujun rose all the way, and Fan Bochang also proved his talent for governing the country to the world.
At such a banquet, his attitude towards Zhujun was humble and respectful, and it was completely the obedience of the inferior to the superior.
Those who heard that Zhujun was just a young woman suspected that it was actually Fan Bochang who was manipulating Zhujun behind his back, and finally dispelled their suspicions.
The woman sat upright, calmly accepting the respect that Fan Bo often treated her.
Her momentum overwhelmed everyone present.
When her gaze swept over, those who secretly glanced at her because of her beauty bowed their heads in sweat.
Zhu Sheng and Fan Shen met their eyes, and smiled tacitly.
Fan Shen is the best at acting, but he is also the most serious at acting, and he is the one who wants to be an actor every minute.
You must know that when they get along in private, Fan Shen often sits down, dares to eat side dishes, and drinks the small wine that General Yu poured for him personally.
When he was happy, he danced When it comes to such occasions, he is the best at bluffing.
The literati call this "opening of the eyes", to put it bluntly, it is to create momentum.
The momentum of making bamboo cannot be made by bamboo itself, and at this time, Fan Bochang has to come forward.
In the new city, Takesheng doesn't drink too much.
It's just a face-saving gesture at the table.
There has not yet been a complete trust between the people, so they are naturally polite, and no one is trying to persuade them to drink.
The New Year's banquet ended in mutual compliments, which was considered to have met the expectations of both parties and was quite successful.
When I went to bed, I found out that Seven Knives had really drunk alcohol.
Seven knives have always been the most vigilant in an unfamiliar environment, and I don't know how to really drink today.
It's Fan Shen, who raises a glass most often, and I haven't seen him really take a few sips.
Qidao bathed and washed, pressed her kiss, and Zhusheng could still taste the faint smell of wine in his mouth, mixed with the young man's breath, which made her seem to be drunk.
But the Seven Swords today is different from the past.
When Seven Knives pressed her and didn't let go, and went to pull her belt, she pressed his hand.
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Seven knives breathe messy.
"I'm eighteen," he gasped, "Sister, I'm eighteen."
Takesheng was surprised: "When is your birthday?"
There is one in the Blue Blade Army who doesn't even know the customs, but he doesn't celebrate his birthday.
If newcomers are curious and ask why, those old people who have followed Zhusheng since Pengcheng, Jixian and even Gaojiabao will tell them: Zhujun does not like people to be birthdays.
In fact, it was purely a misunderstanding.
The root cause is nothing more than "something good at the top, but something bad at the bottom".
Zhusheng fled to Xiao Jiuhuan and decided to abandon everything in Da Jiuhuan, including his surname, first name, and even his birthday.
She never had a birthday.
Once when Fan Shen asked, she only said that she had no birthday.
Fan Shen knew all the twists and turns behind this, and made up a big drama of joys and sorrows to abandoning his family and surname.
Then he, Ling Niang, and Ah Cheng all had close relatives who passed away, and their birthdays were just a bowl of longevity noodles.
The attitude of the people above naturally spread downward, and then it was distorted and distorted into Zhusheng not liking people's birthdays.
Zhusheng himself is not enough, so naturally he has never paid attention to this kind of thing.
She had the impression that Qidao didn't celebrate his birthday in particular, and after thinking about it, she found that she really didn't know his birthday.
"I don't have a birthday."
Seven knives against her forehead and kissed her, "I don't know when I was born, I didn't have a birthday."
Every year during the Chinese New Year, I am a year older. ” "Sister, sister" he kissed more and more hot, "I'm eighteen really" Seven Swords is a person who has no surname and no birthdate.
Zhusheng's heart was hit by softness again.
She didn't want to defend herself, she just couldn't step into the values and morals solidified in the world of her previous life.
In this world, step by step, she is about to become like a loving saint.
Qidao grew up to be a man at that time, igniting her restlessness and exclusive desires.
All of this is contrary to the virtues of the saints.
She finally proved that she was still a woman of flesh and blood, still living like a human being.
This made her rejoice when she saw the seven knives.
Takesheng responded with a hot kiss from Seven Knives, and then, letting go of the hand that was pressing him The most intimate little garments were thrown out of the tent and landed on the outside of the bed.
After a shaking, the sound of two people inhaling sounded in the tent at the same time.
In the year of bamboo, peach and plum, Fanghua is in full bloom, and the blood of the seven knives is strong, and the energy is endless.
Both of them had waited too long.
The sky is thunderous and hot, it is not enough to describe.
Zhusheng even regretted it a little, he shouldn't have been hypocritical for three years.
The awakening of the fire brought her the shadow of death, her death was different from ordinary people, and she could no longer enter reincarnation, but was completely extinguished.
She didn't know if she would be able to survive the fire, or how long she would live.
Maybe one day in a dream, the soul will be devoured by the fire.
Takesheng regretted that she shouldn't have been too herself, she should have been kind to herself.
Seven knives are like a plate of delicate dim sum.
If you don't eat it, you won't starve to death, and if you eat it, it's really delicious.
Takebu hugged the young man's muscular body tightly, enjoying the pleasure he brought her.
Her coquettish moans made Seven Blades tremble with excitement.
He wanted to give her his life However, for the first time in childhood, it is not enough.
Qidao was so ashamed that he buried it in Zhusheng's neck and didn't dare to raise his head.
Zhusheng endured it first, and then couldn't help but hug him and laugh.
Takesheng defended and attacked.
An eighteen-year-old young man with strong blood and strength did not need to rest at all.
But with a slight pluck, the drums of war are regrouped.
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Raids, breaches, conquests.
The young general was inexperienced and blindly attacked.
Fortunately, the city lord has gone through the wind and rain, and he has been tempted to lead him to higher peaks again and again.
At the most critical moment, Qidao's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Sister, sister" "Kill me," he said.
Bamboo is high above.
Her long hair curled around his chest.
Her eyes are as deep as pools, and her allure is boundless.
If she is a goddess, she must be a goddess of love.
She shrouded the Seven Swords with divine light, crossing his body and quenching his soul.
In the divine light, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
With two fingers together, he leaned over and slashed through the throat of Seven Knives.
"Mine."
She said with satisfaction.
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