Somewhere in the Qingzong of Maoshan, Liu Qiankang, a former national teacher, was sitting in a closed session.At that time, because he saw the death of the great Song, he resigned his position as the national teacher, and retreated bravely, which was also regarded as a boat to make way for new people.

But instead of destroying the Song, he did not want to die, but became more and more powerful, and the sky changed beyond his expectations, and it was obviously the means of the new Master.

He did not have much jealousy, and all roads were chosen by himself.Moreover, if he is a national teacher, I am afraid that the sky will not change.

Although he was in the red dust, some were born, and he did not necessarily enter the world like the current national division, and even personally went to the battlefield to fight the rebels, which is what he did not want to do.

At some point, a golden light fell from nine days outside the clouds, disturbing the Daoist who was practicing.

“The truth?”Liu Qiankang frowned.“As a matter of discussion!”

The upper part of the clean is full of excitement.

All because of this example of Chen Yi’s old man.

The ancestors of Chen Yi, who have lived for hundreds of years, not only did not fly as many Taoist highlanders expected to fly away, but they existed in the secular world, which surprised the Taoists and was speechless.

How old is this old man?

What is the state of his law, and what is it?

But the next thing is even more surprising, Chen Zhen Dao people actually let the upper Qingzong one or two, send some good Taoist books to the Beijing master.

It is unbearable.

The best book, and it is not a radish cabbage, can it be handed over at will?

But they still have to endure.

Chen Yi Lao, his arms were thick and strong, and they could not beat.

“Give it up!”Liu Qiankang made a statement down."But don't give it all."

He was curious, what would this great-sing character do?

He never believed that Chen Yan Dao would need their books.

“Heaven and earth creation too!”Liu Qiankang looked at the Beijing Division, and between the hand-directed movements, there was a fire and void.

He is also a master...

Sleeping Xian Chen Li and Zhang Tianshi's letter, the world's door, unreceived, not admonished, not one.

The whole of the Great Song's Dao Gate, honestly prepared some of the Daomen classics.

Of course, the most pressing box bottom thing will not be handed out anyway.

Chen Yizu knew these things, turned a blind eye, and did not force it.

This is the case, the collection of heaven and machine pavilions, and a lot richer.

“The current house is real!”Lu Yun flipped through the first ten books of the book and muttered in his mouth.

With so many books, it doesn’t matter.

In this regard, he indulged in countless books of the road, thinking about the way of the road.

Even the matter of heaven has not been asked.

The self-inflicted Yue and his sister Su Qingwen took care of it together.

...

Life in the big Song is as calm as ever.

The destruction of the southern anti-thrabster did not even turn up the half-sun.

As for Wang Qing in the north, in the eyes of the army and civilians of the Great Song Dynasty, it is not enough to worry.

It is indeed a national teacher that gives the great Song endless sense of security.

The day was so calm and quiet.

In the geek, Master Li is playing the piano, and the development of the little girl's body is more and more harmful to the country, and a smile is all the infinite style of beauty.

Chen Liqing's little girl is still a small bone, and standing with Master Li is inevitably a little ashamed, ashamed of it soon and greatly grinned, not in the heart, practice a knife and gun for a while, and shoot dozens of arrows.

Every shot is a hundred steps through Yang.

Arrows are empty.

The young man Yue Fei and the young king were envious.

The great and Dao people of the youth, who have not yet reached the great power of adulthood, and they can not do it now.

Envious, there are many more shame.

It’s better to be a little girl, how to be a man.

As a result, they became more and more diligent.

Chen Li's old ancestor stayed in the Tianmu cabinet, felt that it was somewhat boring, so he pulled the young Wang Zhongyang to a corner and quietly passed Wang Zhongyang a practice.

The dream certificate.

The boy sleeps without waking up.

He had a long dream.

In the dream, he was still called Wang Zhongyang, and he practiced it, and he was also a priori.But it was not his own master, but he got it from a monument.

This world is different from the world in which he lives, and the biggest thing is that there is no master of his own, Master of the Great Song Dynasty, the Landmaster.

The great Song is still the great Song, but this Da Song does not have the support of its own master, the traitors are on the road, the force is decadent, the people's livelihood is dying, and the people are miserable.

Before he traveled for a few days, a news came that the golden people from the north had broken the Great Song Dynasty and captured His Majesty the Emperor.

This is a shame!This is the shame of the Song people!

The gold man who was not seen in the world, even destroyed the Great Song in this world, and then burned and looted all the way, making the scourge of the great Song even more unbearable.

Where the dog is, the dog is not left.

The boy is angry!

He had never seen such a scene!

He resolutely participated in the anti-golden army.

All the way to kill, all the way to work hard, I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles, if not the innate skills are too deep, there are several times he died!

With the passage of time, the situation gradually stabilized, and a new court was established in the south, and a general named Yue Fei struggled to resist the pace of the Jin army invasion, and even began to fall north and recover the lost rivers and mountains.

The young man was happy to go, and became the army division of the Yue family army, and recovered the lost land with the Yue Fei family army.

However, twelve gold medals were later recalled to Yue Fei, and the new Song Emperor killed Yue Fei for unwary crimes, and the big gold fell dead.

For many years, countless efforts have been made to flow water.

The young people who have entered the youth are disheartened, and they practice at home in the final Nanshan, no longer ignoring worldly things.

Life has been in a hurry for many years, he collected seven apprentices and established the famous North.It’s just that his heart is still missing.

Why do you do it yourself?My own master, why not?

It doesn’t seem to exist at all!

Finally, one of them closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again.

“Is that the dream sign?”The young man faded out, and the words were the vicissitudes that did not match his age.

He is a teenager, but he seems to have seen everything.

Young Wang Zhongyang, was played by Chen Yi's ancestors.

A young man blinked his eyes and smiled, “Brother, are you okay?”

“Brother, it’s great that you are alive!”Wang Zhenyang was silent for a moment, only to speak.

“It’s over, my brother went to sleep, and he’s confused!”The young man was startled and touched his brother's head, but he saw his brother looking at him with relief.

“Old man, you are in trouble!”The boy looked at Chen Yi.

“This is a bit of fun!”The Chen Dao people have some nepidation, but in their hearts.“Really, who can distinguish?”

What happened in the dream may be true...

At this time, Su Qingwan came and said, "The latest information, the 700,000 army of Liaoguo, was really defeated by the female in the black water of the white mountain!"

Wang’s face suddenly changed.

Yue Fei was curious, “How many women really are there?”

Su Qingwan was silent for a moment and said, "20,000."

“...”