Silver Overlord

Save the world from the fire?

Yan Liqiang’s eyes flashed, looking at the priest-like person in front of him. I don’t know if this person is a liar or want to design to escape. This big hat, Yan Liqiang didn’t even think about wearing it when he was dreaming. On their own heads, these extraterrestrial figures walking in rivers and lakes, many times, can say that life is dead, dead and live, and they are especially good at trying to figure out the minds of others. There are also a variety of intangible means, so that you are unknowingly on the road, they are led by the nose, the liars of the last generation in front of these people, is the slag.

Just… Xu Lang If they arrange such a person to give themselves a set, I really don’t know what to do, and I am too fancy to myself.

“Do you know Xu Lang?” Yan Liqiang asked suddenly, and then his eyes fixed on the face of the Taoist, especially the slight changes in the pupil. This is also the “small skill” that Yan Liqiang mastered in his life. He can judge whether a person is lying by the change of a person’s pupil and facial expression.

“Xu Lang is who is the person, there is no greetings in the poor road, but these days in the imperial capital, I heard that a person named Xu Lang is fighting on the stage of life and death, but was injured by the dark arrow, made a boil!” The Taoist smiled and said calmly.

From the expressions on the face of the Taoist and the changes in the pupils, Yan Liqiang found that the Taoist priest was not lying, or that the Taoist priest was far more than his own imagination.

Yan Liqiang thought about the electric turn. After watching the eyes of the Taoist, he suddenly let go and turned and walked outside the alley. He said nothing in half a word.

The Taoist glimpsed a little, and then quickly followed.

“Don’t follow me anymore, don’t blame me for being rude to you!” Yan Liqiang didn’t turn his head, just stopped and stopped, then said coldly.

The footsteps behind him stopped suddenly. Yan Liqiang just walked a few steps outside the alley. Suddenly, the voice of the Taoist rang outside Yan Liqiang.

“Is it really indifferent to the catastrophe of four years after the boy?”

It was this sentence that made Yan Liqiang’s figure suddenly like being charged. Yan Liqiang stopped and slowly turned his head and looked at the Taoist. The Taoist was still standing, his eyes were as calm as water. Look at Yan Liqiang.

“what did you just say?”

“I said, is the son of the catastrophe four years later really indifferent?”

Yan Liqiang’s mouth was pumped and then pointed to the Taoist priest. “Nervous disease, dead hair, your head is not eating medicinal herbs, what is the big robbery, you can dream, you can know what I am. Identity, who eats the rice, dare to talk nonsense with me, here to confuse the public, be careful I sent you to see the official, people cut your head!”

After yelling at the Taoist priest, Yan Liqiang turned and walked, and walked straight out of the alley.

“The poor road lives in the Baiyun Temple in Xiaoyun Mountain outside the imperial capital city. If you want to see me, you can come to Baiyunguan to look for me at any time!” The Taoist was still behind Yan Liqiang, but Yan Liqiang’s footsteps did not stop. Come down.

“The young green shirts are holding gold, and they enter Xihua in the afternoon of the 8th, and the mood is impermanent. The right way is the vicissitudes of life!”

As Yan Liqiang walked out of the alley, the strange voice of the Taoist priest floated into the ears of Yan Liqiang, and Yan Liqiang turned back, but the Taoist priest was no longer in the alley.

Yan Liqiang, look at the green shirt that I wore today, and the calendula that I held in my hand. Although the surface is calm, my heart has already turned into the sea, and there is a strange feeling. The words of the Taoist priest also made Yan Liqiang wary. Then the priest behind him said that after four years of catastrophe, Yan Liqiang’s heart could no longer remain calm, and the last song of the Taoist priest, the first two The sentence seems to say that he was wearing a green shirt in the afternoon and holding the calendula from Xihuamen into the imperial capital, but the last sentence, “The right path is the vicissitudes of life,” is somewhat unusual, because this poem is the former ancestor of Yan Liqiang. Poetry.

Who is this Taoist?

How did he know the catastrophe after four years?

Also, what did he mean by talking to himself here today? Is there a poem in Taizu that is purely coincidental, or does it mean something?

Numerous questions appeared in the mind of Yan Liqiang, causing Yan Liqiang’s heart to become a mess.

Yan Liqiang stood in the street for a while, finally cleaned up his thoughts, pressed those questions and heavy thoughts, took a deep breath of the climate, identified the direction, and then walked toward the Gan Prefecture Guild Hall.

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The Gan Prefecture Guild Hall is located on the bank of the imperial capital. The entire hall covers an area of ​​more than 10 acres and is divided into several huge courtyards. It is very grand and very grand. The Great Han Empire states have halls in this imperial capital. It is a bit like the combination of the Beijing Offices and Chambers of Commerce in the states. The officials and businessmen who come to the imperial capital of the states can live in this hall as long as they have a certain identity and relationship. In addition, this hall also has Can entertain guests, inquire about the various news of imperial capital, for many foreigners who come to imperial capital, the state’s halls are the most trusted place in their imperial capital.

Outside the gate of the Gan Prefecture Guild, four guards stood. Yan Liqiang came to the door of the Gan Prefecture Guild, looked up at the signboard of the Gan Prefecture Guild Hall, and then walked inside the hall.

“This little brother, here is the Gan Prefecture Guild Hall. If you want to sell flowers, please go elsewhere!” The four guards looked at Yan Liqiang, and a 20-year-old guard took a step forward and politely stopped Yan Liqiang. .

Yan Liqiang is young and tender, a fifteen-year-old boy, who has not yet done adulthood, plus a large piece of calendula in his hand, and dressed in ordinary, not ordinary, actually by the door Several guards thought it was to sell flowers, and Yan Liqiang didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

“I am looking for someone!” Yan Liqiang opened his mouth.

Yan Liqiang opened his mouth, and the familiar Gan Prefecture accent snorted at the guard who stopped Yan Liqiang, and his face relaxed. “I don’t know who the younger brother is looking for?”

“I’m looking for…” Yan Liqiang just wanted to speak. I didn’t expect a sound familiar to him to suddenly appear behind him. “Rite…”

Yan Liqiang turned back and saw a gorgeous carriage just approaching the gate of the hall. Lu Pei’en showed a surprise face from the window of the carriage…