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read2();　　The city of God is the most powerful heart of Daxia, the footsteps of the emperor's richest emperor, and it is also the place where the body of the first artifact, the mountain and sea map.

　　 Even if this world's most powerful city is directly used as one of the outer three gates, blocked at the door of the endless mountain in Xijiang, facing the foreign race, it is still the safest and most powerful place in the vast land of China.

　　 Fifteen years ago, during the siege of the Sun Empire in March, the entire Shenjing City’s four beast gates and the tall and wide walls were soaked in red by the blood of the enemy and me, but they still stood as giants and did not fall. This is the Shenjing City!

As far as monks are concerned, no matter how strong their cultivation is, they dare not want to be arrogant in this city, and even the middle-aged Taoist Lu Yu, who has attained the sky, cannot enter this city without permission, because of the luck of the entire human race and dragon veins. , Suppressed here.

Based on this reasoning, when Sima Annan used the three-generation method to analyze that this mysterious and mysterious great teacher who turned over the rivers and seas in the southwestern wild forests may be hidden in the capital of the gods, or even the officials of the imperial court, no matter who it is , I only felt a burst of hair standing on his back.

Because it’s like in the pure light, there is a touch of darkness that cannot be found. From the deepest point, it has challenged the heaviest authority of the capital city. If you think deeply from behind, it will directly let countless officials and generals learn the news. Difficult to sleep.

　　 Light and darkness are the two opposites, and it is impossible to imagine how terrible it would be to hide the darkness in the capital for so many years.

But at this time, this pair of pairs gathered here from the capital city, including the gaze from the Baidi Palace, when they looked at the figure walking on the street in the middle of the capital city, and they knew they were walking in the cold wind. All wrong.

　　Because of this great master, Shan Wenbai, there is no trace of vitality fluctuation and cultivation in his body!

　　 High at the top of the attic, looking at the old man Dong Guo Lezheng below, he could not help but sigh:

　　"As the so-called big hidden hidden in the city, the real best hidden hidden in the crowd, I am waiting for all.

　　 "The number of ordinary people in Shenjing City who can't cultivate, it is simply difficult to count by numbers. Therefore, this great teacher gave us and Si Tianjian a lesson."

　　 "What Mr. Dong Guo said is extremely true, I made the mistake before waiting."

　　 Dong Guo Lezheng's voice just fell, and then there was an old response, and then Li Chunfeng's figure walked out of the void, looking at Shan Wenbai, who was still walking below, with a solemn expression and an extremely embarrassing expression.

Then Li Chunfeng flashed his eyes and thought that he had already been demoted to the Shenjing Station for farming, and was almost no longer demoted. With this mentality that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, he smiled lightly, and his mood relaxed for an instant. For the most part, he started to look down carefully.

To be honest, Sitian Pagoda has a lot of intersections with Gyeonggi Prefecture on weekdays, so Li Sunfeng, who is in charge of the Sitian Supervisor for nearly a year, is still familiar with San Bunbaek, who has also been an official above Shaoyun in Gyeonggi Prefecture for a long time. That’s why. , His eyes are particularly complicated.

From Shangshuyou Mansion of the Ministry of Libu to Shan Wenbai’s own mansion, there is only one road from the pen to the bottom, and this is only a half-pillar of incense, but for Shan Wenbai and everyone around it, it seems to be extremely long. Finally, Shan Wenbai's rickety body came to the door of his house.

Then he took out a key from his arms with a little trembling, stepped forward to unlock the door, and slowly opened the door to enter it. At the same time, the eyes from all directions were brightened, and everyone held their breath. I want to see what this hero has to do at the last moment of his life?

　　 With Shan Wenbai’s wit, he naturally knew that he would never live to see the sun the next day, but at this time he returned to the small house where he had lived for nearly a lifetime. His expression was calm and his eyes were extremely calm.

This small courtyard is an extremely standard quadrangle courtyard style in Daxia. The area is not large, but it is a long time ago. It is a back room with people living on three sides, and one side is a kitchen and wood house. After Shan Wenbai walked into the courtyard, he did not return to his wife’s place. In the inner room, he walked straight into the kitchen.

　　 Get up the stove, add water, throw firewood, light, and cut vegetables, all in one go, and in a short while, the chimney of the small courtyard kitchen, a smoky smoke rises in the dark night, and the rich fragrance permeates the entire small courtyard.

Perhaps it was because the face was fragrant, or perhaps it was a feeling in my heart. The door of the small courtyard house opened, and a middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth coat walked out of it, looking at the light in the kitchen not far away, with her face Suspicious, he stepped forward slowly, and then in the kitchen, Shan Wenbai took a long spoon and stirred the noodles into view.

　　The middle-aged woman's complexion changed slightly, and she asked gently:

　　 "Husband, it's late at night, why are you busy in the kitchen? If you are hungry, just wake up your concubine. Your husband hasn't cooked much, so let me come."

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she hurried forward and prepared to take the spoon in Shan Wenbai’s hand, but was stopped by the latter gently raising her hand, and then Shan Wenbai waved to let the middle-aged woman sit down and continue to bend. The waist stirred the boiling cauldron, the fragrance became more intense, and then he said:

"Before I met you, I used to cook by myself. Juan'er, you may have forgotten. On the night we got married, there was no banquet, no relatives or friends. I only made a bowl of noodles. You ate this. Bowl noodles have been with me all my life. Thinking about it now, it's too simple."

After Shan Wenbo finished speaking, seeing that the noodles in the pot in front of him were almost cooked, then he turned around to take two bowls, but after turning around, he found the middle-aged woman in front of him, two rows in his eyes. Tears gushed out and burst into tears.

Shan Wenbai took two bowls, filled them with hot, fragrant noodles, then brought them to the dining table, gently pushed one of them in front of the middle-aged woman, sighed quietly, and continued to speak. :

　　 "Eat it while it's hot, although I haven't cooked noodles in so many years, but the taste is not bad if I want to come."

The middle-aged young woman did not speak, just picked up the chopsticks on the table, and regardless of the hotness of the noodle soup, she picked up a large pile of noodles and delivered them directly to her mouth, chewing them, and then before she swallowed, she picked up another Datuo, put it in your mouth again.

　　 "Juan'er, slow down, no one will fight you."

In Shan Wenbo’s hoarse voice, he unknowingly brought a little gentleness, and then he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite with his mouth open, but at the next breath, his brows wrinkled slightly because this side was put too much. The salt is salty.

　　 After tasting a bite, Shan Wenbai put down his chopsticks and looked at the middle-aged woman who seemed to be hungry in front of her, still stuffing her mouth with big mouths, and continued gently:

　　 "In my life, Shan Wenbai, I am worthy of myself, worthy of the so-called survivors of the Shang Dynasty, but I have failed you."

　　Shan Wenbo fell with a voice of shame, and the tears in the eyes of the middle-aged woman were even worse, like tears of big beans, drop after drop in the bowl in front of her.

　　 Tears are salty, dripping into the already salty noodles.

　　 The taste is bitter.