MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 43 How much do you know in your dreams?

The hurricane flying in the wind wrapped the yellow sand outside the plug, and along the long flowing Luo River, it hit Luoyang overnight.

Clear and clear snow, valley rain breaks frost, Lixia all things grow, small full dissatisfaction, dry off the field, the mangling to go silent.

In this period, the lack of leaves always allowed the money painting to practice straight, but the weight of the gun was getting heavier and heavier and the gun body was getting longer. The only gentleness and softness in the money paintings and paintings have also been practiced as a squad, and the skin is even more visible in a place where there is nothing but a complete bronze.

The number of people in Tianmen also ranges from the first three to hundreds, and now to thousands.

It’s definitely impossible to compare with those super gangs. It’s a big force in Luoyang City. Especially the intelligence information, almost all the avenues on the market, within one hour, can definitely be collected and sent to the leaves.

With these pieces of fragmented news, Ye Xiaowei has been deduced several times. It is already the trend of the Yaozu and the repairing realm in Luoyang City, and guessed a seven-eight-eighth eight-eighth.

When and where did the river soldiers unearth?

Still no one knows.

This period of time is the tranquility, depression, tension, and sensitivity before the storm, but no one dares to act rashly, because it is likely to trigger a war between the two communities.

Even if it is the Lushan Mountain, it is screaming all day long, to demonize the demon, to help the right path, but you let him try the first against the Yaozu, he will have 10,000 reasons to block.

There are even hidden news that, on the other side of the temple, it is not a piece of iron. Most people are more or less inextricably linked with certain self-cultivating sects, while a few people are unclear with the Yaozu. .

Under power, power is respect.

Moreover, there will be a real two-sleeve breeze. After thousands of years, even if it is a rote, the demon should learn the set of people, what sugar-coated shells, beauty measures, corrosion and draw.

The method is rude, but it works.

There must be a brave man under a heavy bribe.

The lack of leaf did not pay attention to this, he just constantly selected from the news, some of the tolerance, and then with money and painting.

Night gods.

Every time they start, they are the first to investigate. Only when the Zhengdao Zongmen and the Yaozu are present at the same time, they will shoot and fight for the commandment, and then disguise the scene as the right path of the demon attack, or be attacked by the right path. Demon.

If there is a person above the spiritual environment hiding behind the scenes, the leaf deficiency will immediately retreat. There are thousands of the lowest-level Tianmen disciples as cover, almost without a trace, without leaving a trace.

Although the realm of the lack of leaves at this time is still the day after tomorrow, but with his vision and the perception of Tianyuan, in the current Luoyang City, it is still unlikely to be life-threatening.

In the past, the problem of lack of Lingshi was finally solved. Although it was definitely not enough for the entire Tianmen, it was only enough for the three people to use it.

The treatment is comparable to the genius disciple who is a master of the truth.

When it is midsummer.

This day is just a clear sky.

On the Yongning Avenue in Luoyang City, the messyness of the catkins has just passed, and the green plants along the road are as thin and moist as the ghee, and the grass is faintly connected, and it is full of vitality under the warm sun. Luoyang City will soon be ushered in, the most beautiful season of the year.

Qian Shu painting did not practice the shooting method today. She left the door early. She wanted to prepare a gift for Qian Shuxiao and then went to the college because today is the day of money book laughter and crown ceremony.

It is a very important day for men to be full and crowned. As a sister, they are going to observe the ceremony anyway.

Going to Baozhai to take out a few days before the order was made, a sheet of gold hollowed out the pearl abacus, and then went to the college.

Baima Academy, built in 473 years, is the oldest school in Luoyang City. Many civil and military officials, merchants and dignitaries, have sent their children to study here. It was built by the White Horse Academy and the Tang Dynasty in the same year, accompanied by the growth of the Tang Dynasty, and cultivated countless sages and ministers for the Tang Dynasty.

Along the way, I saw more than a dozen expensive carriages, and walked along the same road. Even a few carriages recognized the money and paintings and invited them to get on the bus. They were all rejected by the money painting rumors.

Since following the practice of Ye Yu, she has bid farewell to the means of transport such as carriages, walking on both legs, and more able to understand the laws of the earth.

Chaoyang shines, in the direction of the right side of Luoyang City, slightly to the right, a large courtyard, row upon row, grassy, ​​the small square in front of the courtyard is a white horse dragging the book, the square is going Walking, is a row of shadowed trees filled with green trees and safflowers. After the shadow wall, there are many black and white colors, such as pen-and-ink buildings. Everything is like a medium-sized, antique.

"Sister, how did you think of the academy today?" A boy’s voice came from the ear.

"Today is A laugh and crown ceremony, I come to observe the ceremony." Turned around, it turned out to be the younger brother of his school in the college, the money book painted plainly back, then the corner of the eye will see a figure.

Through the white horse in the square, over the green tree safflower, in front of a black and white hall, a woman's red show, the waist is swaying, and the mouth is smiling.

In the position of five meters in front of the woman, a scholar held his breath and the spring breeze.

The woman is Ye Yunhai's fiancée Lin Meier, and the scholar is the talented artist who she invited.

Lin Meier came to the academy today to complete a set of paintings. She thought about the husband who was sent to her on the wedding day. To this end, she hopes that the artist will draw himself into this White Horse Academy, and put his most beautiful face in the pen, and stay in the beautiful time of the public.

Looking at Lin Meier's smile in the distance, Qian Shu painting only felt that his feet were completely out of control, his heart was burning in anger, and his disgusting vomiting in his throat.

The breeze is coming, and the coolness is bursting.

Blowing off the summer flowers, but not blowing the heart of the paintings.

A hundred meters away, she thought a lot, looked at the grass and trees of the academy, countless pictures erratic, and returned to the past, "I remember when I was young, I love to talk about the day, you love to laugh. One time sitting side by side peach Under the tree, the wind is screaming at the forest. We don’t know how to fall asleep, and how much we know in our dreams."

The wind is still the wind, the birds are still those birds, just.

The tree fell.

The dream is broken.

People are lost.

Standing in front of Lin Meier wearing Xiuhe, the color of the paintings and calligraphy finally returned to normal, and it was as plain as water. When she wanted to come, it was her own site, and she should learn to restrain.

"Lin Meier, here at the White Horse College, where the students ask for knowledge is not the back garden of your home."

"Good dogs don't block the road, you block the painter from painting." In the face of money painting, Lin Meier will have a good face, and she has been practicing martial arts since childhood, but she hasn't had any private school, and she won't say good when she is young. obedient.

"You are not welcome here, please leave immediately." Qian Shu painting restrained his own words and pointed to the outside of the hospital.

"What are you doing? Let me leave?" Lin Meier squinted with her hands on her hips.

"I am their sister." Qian Shu draws a student who is gathered next to the school, and gets a nod of brushing, and then another finger Lin Meier, "I want to behave in a pose, go home!"

(Thanks to the lord of the book friend 54541917 for the reward, sincerely.)