Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The milky white mist slowly accumulates in the valley. However, the rising sun on the eastern sea slowly rises, climbing through countless mountains and throwing the temperature and light over the mountains in the mountains, letting the white mist fade away. .

It seems that it is only a moment, and the sky is bright. In the blue valley covered with woods, the birds woke up, the dew dripped from the leaves, and the leaves that had got rid of the heavy load bounced back happily, as if they were stretching, the whole valley up and down, There is a feeling of fresh breathing.

Fan leisurely stunned some of his eyes, sitting at the bed for a while, only to wake up, last night talked with his father for too long, so sleepy, so that some are not suitable. Not many people in Shijia Village know his arrival, and there is no such thing as a servant ring in this place, so when he pushes open the wooden door, he feels the breeze of the mountain and sees the hot water under his feet. There are some accidents.

Sitting on the threshold, twisted two towels in the hot water basin and wiped it **** the face until the cheeks were slightly reddish. He felt a kind of happiness and threw the towel back into the basin. I entered the yard next to me and gestured to see my subordinates snoring. Dear, the tea is handed over by water, and it is reborn for 20 years. It is mostly in Zhangzhou. There are many things in Kyoto. Now it is not seen for three years. He knows that his son is actually not competent, so it is rare to be in a foreign country today. In the valley, there is nothing to worry about, and he is very serious about fulfilling the duties of a son.

Fan Shangshu was only a little surprised at the beginning. To understand what he was thinking, he just smiled and he went, so he was served by his son.

Casually used some porridge and white noodles, the father and son pushed open the courtyard door, along the wide straight road in the ten villages, toward the mountain next to the village. At this time, the straight road was covered with a faint white mist, and the slate gap under the foot could not be seen clearly. Fan leisurely supported his father and walked all the way. I talked softly along the way.

Straight through has three horizontal and one vertical, although in the white fog, it can be seen that the standard level is extremely high, extremely spacious, and completely inconsistent with the height of the mountain building, Fan knows that this is for the future transportation needs. And prepare in advance.

A peach blossom came out of the white mist, Fan Shangshu pointed at the place, whispered something, and Fan nodded and nodded. Another to the bluestone well, Fan Shangshu said a few more words, Fan Xian nodded again.

In the morning, Fan Shangshu gently explained to Fan Fan along the way, what will be used in this workshop. If the house is going to be in the future, if the three major squares are re-started, how to resettle them. It was said that walking and not taking too long time, the father and son went down the stone path to the green hills, until the mountainside flew by the stone, only stopped.

Both the father and the son looked back at the same time. I saw a golden light coming through the east from the east, and the white mist in the valley was swept away, revealing the true meaning of it. I don’t know how many houses are in various places, and they follow the straight line. The orientation of the lanes is arranged in the valley. There are occasional ancient trees in the black wall between the black scorpions, fresh and incomparable. More distantly, a few smoky smog are rising, and it is presumed that people who get up early are boiling water to cook.

Fan leisurely stared at the valley, and saw that the dense houses fell away between the two mountains. Stretching to the east, there are some meanings that do not see the margin.

Last night, I just looked at the starlight at my feet. Today, I found out that the ten villages are now so grand, thinking about the hard work of these two years, thinking about those who work hard for ten villages. Seeing the results at the moment, a smile gradually swayed between his eyebrows and lips.

"Huaishang is guilty." Fan Shangshu supported some of the lacking waist and smiled and said: "There is only a shell at the moment. If you really want to put the gems in, the news will leak out, I am afraid that everyone in the world will come. Bite you this meat."

"Not many people can afford to bite me." Fan idled and said.

Fan Shangshu shook his head in disapproval: "Although the valley is easy to defend, but the strength of thousands of people in the district, how can it block the soldiers of a country?"

"My father showed the map to the child last night. If the emperor wants to send troops to the army, the middle Dongyi City and the Northern Qi will always respond."

"Dongyi City is going to be a member of Qingguo..."

"That is only nominal. Without ten years of work, it is difficult for Qingguo to peacefully integrate Dongyi City into the system."

"That Dongyi City himself? Or Beiqi people." Fan Shangshu smiled and looked at him and said: "The legacy of your mother's legacy, the temptation is great, no one can resist the living. This place is near the North Qi, Beiqi How can people let go?"

Fan Xiao smiled and helped his father to sit on a piece of bluestone between the mountainsides. After a moment, he said: "In the Northern Qi Dynasty, I have the method of balancing the little emperor. Even if she is really blinded by diamonds, I have a way to let She dismissed this idea."

"There is a second internal library in the world. Do you think that it is the king of a country saying that you don't want it?" Fan Shangshu looked at his son with a funny eye. "Although I don't know where your confidence in the emperor of Beiqi came from. But if this matter really leaks out, the Northern Qiwenwu Baiguan will certainly drool, even if the little emperor is not willing to offend you, but how can he stop the will of the whole country?"

Fan stood by his father and took back the look of looking down. He said with a smile: "What can I do? This is a hot potato. I don't consider the next side, even in the years to come, I have to protect. Living here also requires you to be strong enough."

"Well, just follow your words, don't consider your Majesty." Fan Shangshu laughed, because both his father and son know that the biggest danger of Shijia Village is still from the emperor in Kyoto. "I said that the world, the three countries, you want In the meantime, how much power do you have now, can you keep it here?"

"Under my hand, there are the nine strongest people under the sun." Fan is silent for a moment and seriously said: "More than the armpits in the hands."

"Do you confirm that Si Gujian will give those people to you?" Fan Shangshu said: "Even if he is willing to give you, once he is dead, how do you control those in the sword?"

"That depends on how to deal with Si Gujian." Fan Xianying said: "As for the problem of not giving, I think he does not need to consider, this thing has the greatest benefit for Dongyi City."

"When it comes to benefits, I am really worried about the people of Qingguo." Fan Jian suddenly became amazed.

"This is just a supplement, a backup, a threat." Fan leisurely licked his lips and said softly: "If you can not use it. Of course, the best ending."

The white mist in the valley has already dispersed, and the temperature that is getting warmer by the ground is forced. Invisibly floating upwards, but in the mountainside, through the hustle and bustle of the mountains and the wind, and gradually oozing white suffocating.

Fan's father and son sit between the white clouds, above the bluestone, with foggy air around the body, and the clothes are light and floating, like two immortals. Not far from the mountain road. One farmer was cutting wood, forcing the inner curiosity, and did not look at the two figures in the cloud. Further away, there are still some hidden secrets. These people are the guards of the ten villages, and they protect the buildings here, the people here.

The existence of these people is naturally not a fan of leisure, but I am afraid that Fan Shangshu is not enough, but the two of them do not want to alarm too many people. Just silently watching the clouds around the body.

It has been silent for a long time. Suddenly, Fan Shangshu said calmly: "A person can change a world from the bones, and has never seen a history book for the millennium."

Fan has no answer and knows what his father is saying.

"Your mother is a talented person. There is a heavenly person, a talented person, she may want to use one's own power to change the world, but she still loses in the end." Fan Shangshu's expression is very indifferent, but this indifference In the wood, there is a lament that cannot be said.

He raised his arm. The sleeves waved in a faint mist, pointing at the building in the valley. Emotionally said: "A lot of years ago, on the wasteland in northern Fujian, I am also in the present day. I watched the infinite grandeur and lived from the ridiculousness. There are always so many whimsy in your mother's mind. Convinced the world not to say, it seems to have conquered the restrictions that God has given us... How can people not move?"

Fan’s slight movement.

"If your mother didn't die, the inner library would not look like the present. According to her thoughts, Ye's industry always has to be spread all over the world." Fan Jian sighed: "You want to be the ten villages, I am I don't agree, but I want to go with your mother's wishes. "In those years, no, I have been thinking about a problem for years. That is, where did your mother come from?" What did she want to do in this world? And... why did she leave?"

Fan sat down, sitting close to his father, silent.

Fan Shangshu's thin face is particularly calm in the mountain wind: "We old guys have experienced things many years ago, we can guess that your mother is from that illusory temple, Wuzhu is Her guard... But the temple has always been a worldly thing, why is there such a dream-like story?"

Fan leisurely held his knees in his hands and gently put his face on his knees. His face looked at his father and fell into disappointment. He knew that his father was a famous genius in Kyoto. Poetry and calligraphy were all the choices of the world. Only afterwards, the partners began to seek the world. He gave up those spiritual things and invested in the boring and important accounts. Among the business.

Today, on the mountainside beside the Shijia Village, Fan Jian, who has retired from the position of Shangshuhu in the Qing Dynasty, has finally returned to the literary youth of the year, but the youth is almost old.

"If the year was really the construction of a large net, then why would Wuzhu be transferred?" Fan Shangshu’s voice suddenly sharpened and stared at Fan Xian: "This world can transfer Wuzhu from your mother. There is only one threat to things."

Fan whispered: "Temple."

"Yes, if there is no temple to come to the world on that day, Wu Zhu will definitely not leave Kyoto to stop the man." Fan Shangshu said with a blindfold: "If all this is in the plan of his majesty, how can he know?" At that time, the temple will come. How can he come into contact with the illusory temple?"

"Do you suspect that your Majesty was working with the temple?" Fan sat up straight, his hands left his calf and looked at his father.

Fan Shangshu slid down his eyes and said: "I have guessed with Chen Pingping these years. The reason why there has been no movement is that our hearts have a fear of the temple. If you are a **** appointed by the temple, we What can I do?"

"If Wuzhu has no memory loss, he should know the secret of the temple." He gently looked at Fan Xiu and said: "If you really want to break with your majesty in the future, you must figure this out. We are all mortals. We are not your mother, and mortals are impossible to fight against the temple."

Fan’s face is calm, even after hearing the temple, there is still no fear of it, saying: “Wu Zhushu has left.”

"Where did he go?"

"He went home... um, it should be a temple." Fan’s lips curled up and said: "He said before he left. There is no one in the temple, so father, don't worry too much... if The temple is really not doing things, then he will not make any impact on me."

“Hao Bamboo has gone for a few years?” It’s almost three years. ”

"Three years have not come back." Fan Shangshu slowly squinted his eyes. "I am afraid that there are some problems."

Fan Xian did not answer, and his heart was naturally worried about Wu Zhushu, but he never thought about using the world to do things to stop Wu Zhushu from finding his own journey, and from the beginning. He knew that the temple hidden in the ice and snow had played a certain role in the story many years ago. Today, listening to his father's analysis, he has more and more confirmed this.

"In the past, Chen Pingping insisted that you send Shawn back to Beiqi, what is it. You should be clear now."

"Yes, there are only Shawn, Bitter and Wu Zhushu in the world who know where the temple is. The bitterness is naturally not to be said. Wu Zhushu has never remembered it, only Shaun knows." Leisurely: "The old dean wants me to know the secrets of the temple."

As soon as this statement came out, Fan’s eyelashes suddenly swayed. After all, many things have been stringed up in his heart. He even remembered clearly the pool next to the Supervisory House. Those who were sinking at the bottom of the sand, talking to themselves and the old man in the wheelchair.

Chen Pingping waved his hand and frowned. "You have to learn to let go of your eyes in the future. Don't always stare at a division, district official, district Kyoto. You have to learn to stand higher..."

Fan Xianying said: "Do you want to look at the whole world?"

Chen Pingping smiled and said: "Maybe it should be higher."

Where should the highest vision be placed in the world? Nature is a temple that is high above the clouds and deep in the cold. Fan Xian was slightly moved, and this became clear. It turned out that a long time ago, Chen Pingping guessed that he was standing behind the temple, so he would send himself to Shaun to remind him that he was not just a person.

"If you understand it, your Majesty is already very powerful, but he still stands behind a temple." Fan Shangshu still closed his eyes and said faintly: "So I can't afford any thoughts against him. If you dare, you must dig from the roots."

Fan Xian did not pick up this sentence. In fact, Wu Zhushu went home. In his plan, he was a trick. To deal with the temple, it must be done by non-humans above the Grand Master. Wu Zhushu returns to the temple, but Fan Xian stays in this world to continue to fight.

"Although Wu Zhu thinks there is no one in the temple." Fan Shangshu's brow wrinkled. "But who knows? According to you, he has been away for more than two years, but there is still no news coming back, in case he What happened when something happened there?"

"I don't know." Fan Xian's heart gave birth to a feeling of frustration. It was just in front of the emperor Laozi. The feeling of frustration was already too much. He had already been numb to him, so he didn't care much.

"If there is any disagreement in the future, I will go to the temple to find him. Even if he is dead, I will also dig his body from the snow." Fan Xian’s heart was cold, but there was something in the cold. Unwilling to extinguish the heat, said with perseverance and calmness: "This is not a matter of celebrating the country, it is just my business."

Wu Zhushu is his closest relative, and is the indispensable part of his life. If Wu Zhushu has any problems, Fan Xian is alive and will live a good life. And can't live comfortably, what does it mean to live?

Fan Shangshu looked at him quietly, knowing the secrets about the temple, hiding in the deepest part of the boy's heart, thinking that he has been glaring at himself for years. Fan Shangshu is not angry and rejoicing, there are young people in such a city. There are not many in the world, and there are only such young people who can survive the struggle with the Majesty and live better and better.

"Is there something disappointing?" Although the heart is appreciated, Fan Shangshu still sarcastically said: "If it is true that day, do you think that your Majesty will let you live on the road to find a temple?"

"I don't know." This is the second time Fan Fan said that he didn't know. There are not many people in the world who are unfathomable. But the Emperor’s Majesty is obviously one of them. Fan Xian does not want to completely break with the man on the dragon chair. One has some feelings. The two are free to know that today’s self, no matter from which aspect, is not the emperor. Opponent.

"I don't know." Fan Xian repeated it again. "But alive. There are always things that must be done, even if they are defeated. Although the majesty is powerful, if you want to kill me, it is not that simple." ”

He said with a slight smile: "Unless he is willing to go out of the palace, throw away the politics, and chase me all over the world."

Fan Shangshu said with a smile: "These things are really not in line with his character. But you are his most trusted and favored courtier. If he finds that you are really rebellious, what kind of emotions do you make? It’s not surprising that things will come."

"Then I only prayed to bless the heavens." Fan said with a smile: "So it is still the same sentence, before Wu Zhushu came back. I don't want to squat down."

Fan Shangshu also laughed and finally understood his uncertainties in the past two years. Not only because of the uneasiness of being under the ethical oppression, but also because he is waiting, he has to drag the time.

If the emperor has a strong source of confidence. It lies in the powerful national strength of Qingguo, the continuous flow of money in the inner bank, the control of the power of the world, and the cultivation of its own powerful master.

Then Fan’s self-confidence comes from his own part of the Supervisory Institute. He has enough information to rebuild an internal library. He is enough to rebuild a silver ticket in the inner bank, and... the powerful Wuzhu.

"I hope that Ye Liuyun is really going out to sea." Fan Shangshu looked at Fan Xian with a deep impression.

Fan has been silent for a long time, knowing what his father wants to remind himself, and after a while he said: "I hope so too."

Fan Xian only stayed in Shijia Village for a day, and secretly met with the Ye Jietang leaf dispensers who were rescued from Kyoto. Both sides were embarrassed, although these old treasurers were already dead in the record of the Qing Dynasty court. However, they still have relatives in Kyoto, and there are also brothers and friends in the three major villages in Jiangnan. Therefore, Fan Xian has some concerns, leaving these old treasurers to leave ten villages, will they have some other ideas.

But after meeting, he discovered that these old treasurers were extraordinarily enthusiastic about rebuilding the inner library, and even wished to bet all their remaining lives.

Of course, for the Yejia old treasurer, this has nothing to do with the **** library. They don’t care about the extent to which the national strength of the country will be weakened. They just think that these things are originally our old leaves, and they were shameless. The Qing Dynasty royal family took over the past. Now that the young master is going to rebuild the old Ye family, the tears begin to criss-cross and the old horse’s heart begins to jump.

Fan Xian and these old treasurers re-checked the process flow chart of the three major workshops, reconfirmed the future possibilities of Shijia Village, and finally completed the purpose of the trip. At the time of the day, he gave a big gift to his father, and then he went out into a big village and walked into a deep valley.

When people look at the mountainside, when they look back, the valley is dark and the lights are rising, like the stars in the sky. He looked up and starred in the sky, like a human light. The sky is shining, I don’t know whether it’s falling from the sky, or rising from the ground, the beauty is extreme. Very smooth, and the writing is very smooth. Then I read the news today and learned that the death of Starlight Sanli Chengning was very angry. I don’t know why. )

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