"Lancheng is here!"

"It's finally here!"

Hearing the argument from the team, Gao Yishan poked his head out of the carriage and saw a long black line appear on the horizon in the distance.

That's the city wall of Lancheng.

The former Lao State invested an unknown amount of manpower in this imperial city.

But now that Lao Guo has disappeared, all that remains is Da Yao.

Gao Yishan thought of Izumo inexplicably, and has now fallen into the same situation as Lao Guo.

If you fail, I am afraid that Izumo can only appear in poetry and history for decades to be evaluated.

Perhaps future generations will stand outside Wangjing City and have the same mindset as themselves.

It didn't take much effort to enter the city. The only thing that upset everyone in the team was the contempt in the eyes of the ancients.

But the crowd could only bear it. After all, they were defeated, and they were under the roof.

And it doesn't matter that the barbarians look down on them.

They also looked down on the barbarians.

The barbarian felt that they were weak and incompetent. They believed that the barbarians had muscles in their developed limbs.

"We don't know as much as wild animals." Many people comforted themselves like this.

Gao Yishan always watched all this quietly, and a sad feeling rose suddenly in his heart.

These barbarians have better military discipline than Izumo.

At least there is no Ivy-like style of geese plucking.

Not only this convoy, but also some civilians of the ancient ethnic group passing by, basically waved and let go.

Think of the city owners and city guards who are full of fat in Izumo. Even if you pick a load of soil, they have to shave ...

It took some time to pass through the gate, and everyone was attracted to the clock tower towering in the center of the city.

Before entering the city, everyone could already see the towering building, and finally they could see clearly after entering the city.

"Look, that thing is moving!" Someone wondered.

"This seems to be a tool for timing?" Someone soon understood the role of the clock.

There was another surprise.

"Did anyone keep turning those hands inside?"

As soon as this word was spoken, the ancient people who heard around looked at them like a fool.

Except for the clock tower in the distance, the strangest thing is a pole up to three feet high on the side of the road, one every thirty or forty steps, with a horizontal arm at the top. In the half, you will find that the upper end is like a cross.

At the two ends of the cross arm, two round transparent covers hang down, and there is something inside the transparent cover.

After watching for a long time, everyone didn't want to understand what it was.

"It looks like ... it looks like Tintin." Someone whispered, immediately causing a small laugh.

Many people began to wonder if it was a totem of reproductive worship.

Although the world does not have this concept, it does not prevent them from having similar ideas.

...

Ren Baqian stood in the Qingxin Hall at this time. This place has been here for a while, and everything is familiar.

No matter what changes have taken place outside, this Qingxin Temple always seems to be like that.

A Lin Qiaole and an old uncle.

Looking at this quantifier, Lin Qiaole's quantifier in Ren Baqin's heart can be calculated with "only".

Now when you go back to the earth and see a chinchilla sold in a pet store, you will subconsciously think that it is Lin Qiaole's family.

At least that hairy stubby tail looks alike.

Lin Qiaole's tail is not as slender as a cat or a mouse, but squirrel-like swelled, but only the short tail to the knee position, more like the Chinchilla on earth.

At this moment, Lin Qiaole was dozing on the ground behind Ren Qianqian. The sun was pouring in from the door, and the ground was warmer than the chair.

He was called by Lin Siji, and the old man who hides himself in the shadow of the second floor of Qingxin Hall every day is like a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple in his heart.

The last time I appeared was the "Chenyang True Solution" exercise method. After I returned, I tried to do further exercises, but unfortunately, Lin Siji only revised the first step, that is, the part he cultivated.

The more difficult the later exercises, the more aspects involved, and it will be difficult to modify them.

If he uses the furnace tripod at the beginning, he can continue to practice later. Unfortunately, he is practicing the modified Chengyang true solution, which is no longer the same as the original one.

Recently, I always heard that Tong Zhenye boasted that the new wheels in the blue building from Izumo made him feel itchy.

Maybe the few who made Tong Zhenye's old sister-in-law praise are the furnace tripods that he had originally found for himself.

But think about the Empress's vinegar jar ... The higher the quality, the greater your danger!

If it is knocked over ...

In fact, practicing the modified version is not bad.

Ren Baqian stayed there for a long time, and Lin Siji finally stepped out of a room and handed three books to Ren Baqian. "Hey" laughed strangely, and he returned to the second floor with a glance.

Listening to this laughter is like the big villain of the villain.

For a bigger brain, maybe you will make up a villain's hiding palace in the villain. The surface is the librarian, and you have been engaged in illegal activities on the ground.

Ren Baqian glanced open, almost spitting out old blood.

Turns out to be Sanben Harem Palace!

Why would Lin Siji give this thing to himself? Shouldn't she feel that she has any misunderstanding about Papapa?

Anyway, I was also baptized by several T teaching materials ...

"Ye?" Ren Baqian turned a few pages and suddenly panicked. The three books in his hand were not only the Spring Palace pictures, but also other contents.

There is also text under each picture.

Seems to be ... a method of dual practice?

This thing ... can have it.

Lin Siji just looks a little gloomy, isn't it nice to be a human!

Flip a few times ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Ren Baqian put a few books in his arms, turned to leave, and as a result, stepped on something soft.

Lin Qiaole didn't know when he stomped himself.

Ren Yaqian unconsciously raised his arms to cover his face.

She was married in half a month, and she couldn't be disfigured.

The expected nine-yin white-bone claw did not appear, Lin Qiaole snorted and said: "You stepped on me, don't scratch you, give sugar!"

Ren Baqian almost did not spray another old blood.

Reaching for Lin Qiaole, she almost poked her finger on the tip of her nose.

For a long time after Ren Qianqian, Lin Qiaole stayed on the earth for a year, and even learned to touch porcelain?

Who taught her?

OK, why not learn a little?

"Don't you want to tell me if you want sugar or not, right?" Lin Qiaole put her face over her eyes, her eyes were almost stuck on Renba's nose, her eyes narrowed, with a dangerous breath.

Ren Baqian held his finger for a long time. This guy not only learned to touch porcelain, but also learned to answer and act?

This guy wasn't like that before!

Out of the Qingxin Temple, any MMP with eighty-one belly, did not expect that he had a day of being pitted by Lin Qiaole.

This girl used to be full and sleepy, and woke up to eat. IQ level is equal to eight years old. Why is there such a sudden change?

Wait, isn't it the effect of the previous transformation?

After not eating jade waist slaves, both ears and eyebrows shrank back, and it seemed to be back.

But there have been changes in other areas? Improved IQ?

Turning around and looking at the Qingxin Hall, Lin Qiaole was cutting sugar paper with a smile on it. Improving IQ should be his own illusion.

Jumping off the wall with a dog should be more suitable.

This word is useless!

People are forced out! In order to eat chewing gum, Lin Qiaole also worked hard!