The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Girls speak softly and gently, but fall into everyone's ears and hearts.

“Brother Song said, only talk about Fengyue, only talk about painting skills, why did you attack someone else's character? ”

Is she speaking for the dead? For the shepherd Lee?

Hydrostatic condensation, atmosphere like coagulated dew beads, freezing cold bones.

Everyone found it incredible.

You know, Choi Ming is a member of the Choi family. The reason why the Shepherd Li is regarded as the dead enemy by the Choi family is because he killed Choi Zhuoren, a figure to which the Choi family attaches great importance. Although Choi Zhuoren is not Choi Ming's own brother, the brothers and sisters in the whole family deserve to be connected, damaged, and honored. Don't you care at all in her heart?

Choi, what reason and position do you have to speak for the man who killed your brother? She's not afraid to go home and be punished by the elders?

A moment later, Song Ying took the lead in breaking the tranquility.

He looked carefully at Choi and said with a smile: "Look, you big lords are not as careful as a woman and can put aside the deep blood feud in your heart for a while, but you hang on to your mouths and whisper. Today we only talk about Fengyue, only the poem Danqing, this is the theme of this collection. If you do not comply, I will exercise the authority of the president. ”

Song Xiao said that, naturally, Choi should be carefully excused.

Chujiang slightly picked his eyebrows, but instantly restored calm.

He held a sake and sat at the edge of an open window to the west.

With the moon in the cup, your body shakes slightly and the middle moon shadow breaks into pieces.

“Third Brother, that's not good enough.” Chujiang smiled and said: “As President Song said, Yan Dong is the voice and the book should have a soul. This Danqing Way also sees the artist's fine spirit. For example, this" Moonlight Dragon Ridge "just made by Brother Sang is heavy duty ink, atmospheric pounds. As soon as I saw it, I knew that Brother Sang had a chill in his chest and was not an ordinary person. ”

Chujiang lifted up his glass and sipped. He went on to say: "The shepherd Li comes from a humble place, but his heart is very spicy, and he has gained great fame by extraordinary means. I've never seen this man's work before, but I'm sure he's smart enough not to go anywhere. Books can see character, people with bad character, what good can a book person do? ”

“If Lee Shepherd's books are not good, how can he be seen as an apprentice in the wilderness?” Choi rebutted softly. Doesn't seem like anything to argue with, but in one word. “Gu Weiwei, dubbed bibliography, has a huge popular reputation within the Nine Kingdoms. I recall that even His Majesty today has two of his works, one on" The Machete Fight "and the other on" The Bamboo Sword ". From this, it can be seen that the characters of the books in the wilderness are also excellent. ”

Choi carefully mentioned Gu Waste and involved his father with Gu Waste, so Chu Jiang was not very good at speaking.

He held the glass and looked at the light girl standing under her eaves, wondering, "What does she mean by that? Aren't you afraid to provoke anger? ”

“Gu's work is naturally excellent.” Song Zheng laughed and said: "Ten years ago, at the invitation of my father, Gu Shi stopped in the sky and stayed in Xixi Xixi, outside my city, for a few days. I saw Gu Shi painting a crane, a few pens, the crane leapt on the paper, wanting to spread its wings across the sky. My fourth uncle was obsessed with painting. He went out to find a rope and said he wanted to tie the crane's leg before letting it fly away. Until now, this is a good thing. Unfortunately, I haven't seen Gu Gu for many years. Should his painting skills be more refined? ”

“Third Master Gu will be invited to Heavenly City when he finds the time, and I will wait to witness the miracle.”

“Master Gu's way of danqing is stunning, but unfortunately I have no reason to see it."

Song Successfully led everyone away, and the pressure on Choi Ming suddenly disappeared.

Choi carefully thanked Song Xiaowei Yifu. Song Xiao nodded, indicating that he did not have to pay attention.

Choi carefully emptied his head and his gaze shifted over the moon above him again.

“Shepherd Lee, are you really dead?” Choi muttered to himself carefully.

At the end of Jacques, everyone took a carriage and scattered.

Song Xiao sent Chujiang away and cautiously called out to Choi, who was about to get on the carriage and leave: “Be careful, I'll give you a few steps. ”

Choi thought carefully and turned around. “Thank you, Brother Song. ”

The moon grew thicker, with young men and women side-by-side at the edge of an unknown lake.

The trail is unseen and curvaceous.

Song Xiao looked at the moonlight in the lake and sighed softly. “Careful, is it worth it? ”

Choi knew carefully what he was talking about, but the answer to that question was not very good.

Was it worth it?

“Li Shepherd is dead, which is an accepted fact. The Academy's final confirmation was the only way to get the message across the country. The information received by the royal family cannot naturally be false. There were a lot of us in the academy, and all the messages they sent back were about it. Said Lee Shepherd hasn't come out since he entered the country. And the Phantom collapses, and the Phantom Gate closes forever."

Song Xiao looked at the girl's eyebrows and said: "I know you had a relationship with the window, but Shepherd Li was indeed the killer of the photographer. You are a woman of the Choi family. It is inappropriate to speak for the shepherds in public. Not only will your elders offend you, but your elders will be hostile to you.”

“Brother Song, I understand all this.” Choi whispered carefully.

“If you understand, why are you making such mistakes? Compared to national hatred, you should know exactly how much personal resentment is.” Song Zheng pointed to the moon in the lake and said: “Is that the moon? ”

Choi cautiously stunned.

“It's the moon. But not the moon after all. It's just a shadow of light. Don't push too hard and mistake yourself. ”

Choi carefully bowed deeply to Song Ying and said: "Thank you, Brother Song. ”

“I just don't want you to go astray. ”

“It's just that you have to say something.” Choi said carefully. “I was with Lee Shepherd for three years, knowing his character and integrity. We were very close, and he saved my life. I was doubtful that he killed my photographer's brother, but I didn't have the evidence to stand up and say more for him. Besides, if I speak too much, it will bring disaster to them. ”

“I feel guilty if I don't come forward at a time when he is still alive and dead and attacked with defamation. Moreover, if he did die, it would be unjust to treat a deceased in such a way. Brother Song, don't you think? ”

Song Zheng was stuck for half a day, watching half the moonlight on his cheek. Careful, his eyes were so colorful, he said softly: “Be careful, I want to retract the previous sentence. ”

Bamboo Sea.

One hundred bamboo clusters, one hundred million bamboo groves, one hundred trillion square meters of bamboo sea.

Standing on Bamboo Mountain, a large piece of green oil looks like an endless turquoise sea.

It had just rained, and the bamboo forest had been drained thoroughly.

The bamboo leaves are fresh, and the droplets slide down above the bamboo barrel.

Green grass and wildflower rage.

What a land of immortality!

A little rabbit came out of the cave looking for food in the grass.

All of a sudden, its ears were up.

Not knowing what was going on, the body ‘snapped’ towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

A slice of bamboo leaves slowly fell and instantly returned to tranquillity.

Dah!

Dah!

Dah!

A sudden sound of horseshoes came through.

Experienced people will know that the sound of the horseshoe is extremely unusual.

If the average person rides a horse and there is a large number of people, the horseshoe sounds extremely messy and runs badly. Sounds like firecrackers.

However, this large group of knights is able to run the same voice, the same tone. The horseshoe lifts and falls at the same time. Steady and fierce, must be a hundred fighters.

Dah!

The sound of horseshoes ran from far away to near, quickly reaching the depths of this bamboo sea.

It was a group of men dressed in dark red military uniforms with black felt, and the western wind knife at the waist revealed their status as a sidekick.

“Here we go.”

The head bearded man strangled his horse, looking at the sky above his head and the way he hid in the fog, and made a stop gesture behind him.

Among the crowd, another rider left the team.

The skinny man slammed his horse and whispered, “Feilong, what's wrong? ”

“It doesn't feel very solid at all.” Yue Feilong said. The horse whip in his hand pointed forward and said: "The bamboo sea has no cliffs, it will be difficult to get out for a moment and a half. And look ahead, the humidity is getting heavier and the fog is getting heavier, if anyone wants to do it. This is the best part. ”

The skinny man smiled softly and said: "This time the Governor went to heaven to describe his relatives in the province, which nobody should have known. And we abandoned the battalion to cut the shortcut, and only our group of iron guards knew. We've all been brothers to the General for so many years, and our character is reliable. Ghosts scare people, they scare people. ”

After a pause, the skinny guy said, “Besides, we're already here. What choice do we have? Either go back the way you were, or rush out in one breath and stay put until it gets dark and the situation gets worse. ”

Yue Feilong thought deeply for a moment and said: "Let the General take it. ”

Ride the horses back, and the black crowd split towards each side.

The knight in black, clustered with a middle-aged man dressed just like them.

“General.” Yue Feilong arched his hand at the man and said, “Do you want to keep going? ”

Lu Qingming wiped a rainwater on his face, looked up at the bamboo grove in front and the trail hidden in the mist, said: "My father was just insulted and hatred cannot be replaced. And in a few days, it will be his big life. In any case, I have to hurry back to heaven to be filial. If there is any charm, let them be afraid. ”

Lu Qingming waved his big hand and drank: “Go. ”

Psst.

A knight in the front had just raced his horse, and a head was raised high.

The Black Warhorse, still unknown, drove his master's half-baked body towards the fog.