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The heaven and earth aura is not only in love with human beings, it is more enchanted by all things, it breeds all kinds of spirits, and it gives the earth more vitality.

Animals and plants, as well as all kinds of human-grown food, have a huge output, and more than ten acres of land are idle. After paying the 30% tax, it is enough to feed the young and old.

If there is only tax.

Alas, that is impossible.

Wu Dafeng, in addition to the tax on leasing farm acres, there are also titles such as fu, tribute, and military service. Among them, fu is compulsorily collected by the army, and tribute is a spontaneous dedication of the monarch.

The military service is on this land. Any adult must serve military service for three months each year for the hard work of paving roads, repairing houses, water conservancy, promotion, and even opening mountains.

Dafeng male is 16%, 20 weak crown, woman is 12 knots, 15 and 笄.

I'm ninety years old. In some big families, I can already see six or seven grandchildren, which is really a long life.

The old King Wang Quan is in his own strength, and he has no desire for service, no production, and can only live to more than ninety. Ordinary people, few to seventy.

Luan Qisheng came along all the way, except that the residents living in the city were considered to be well-dressed and healthy in appearance. Many of the villagers in Xuanshan Village were thin and yellow.

Although it is rare to starve to death, it is only limited to non-starvation.

Wu Dafeng is located in the southeast of the Jiufujie. Its four seasons coexist, and there is no special season.

The East Pole is extremely hot in summer, the North Pole may be Donglong, and the south is spring blossoming, and the West Pole may be withered.

Langzhongzhou is still hot in summer, but when it arrives in Liangzhou, it has a taste of autumn.

It's noon.

I was not too hot.

When Lu Anqisheng stepped out of the forest to the official road, she saw a small tea house not far from the official road.

Many people rested in the teahouse, and a long line of cars and horses stopped outside the door.

Eunuch Road is hundreds of miles north and south, but there is a tea house.

"Fun ......."

There was a ripple of ripples in Lu Anqisheng's heart, with a faint smile, he hurried to the teahouse.

The Tea House is not small. Although it is simple, it can accommodate dozens of people, but there are obviously more people gathered here. Most of the guests just squat by the tea bowls and drink water to rest.

I saw An Qisheng stepping forward, and few people seemed to care about it, still talking to himself.

Talking about north-south trading, which city's products are profitable, which road has more mountain thieves, which darts are more famous, which roads have been opened, and how many road thieves have been opened.

Seems to be just a normal tea house.

Uh ~

Suddenly, a noise came from the tea house.

It was a hoarse voice that was broken by a sharp knife and the blood was squirting.

boom!

A dead body was left outside the door, and the ground was soaked with blood.

Other guests seemed to be commonplace, without any fear, instead they spurned and killed one after another.

"Liu Diaotou's head work is not diminished that year, this mountain thief killed it easily!"

A low man in gray clothes applauded.

Wu Anqisheng looked at the corpse under his feet and walked towards the tea house if nothing happened.

"I'm sorry, the guest officer is full, or will you just be outside?"

The thin man dressed as Xiao Er nodded his head and held up the tea.

"This old chief, I have a seat here. Come and sit!"

At this moment, someone shouted in the room.

He is a middle-aged man with a long sword.

He was dressed in a grey jacket, with vicissitudes on his face, and a large palm.

"Thank you then."

Luan Qisheng walked into the teahouse, looked around, and seemed quite curious.

Some whispered, this old priest lived so old, as if he had never seen anything.

"The old man is alone, he doesn't even have a horse, it's really bold."

Jain archway of middle-aged man:

"Liu Zheng, the catcher of Changxing Dart."

"Ok."

Qi Anqisheng nodded slightly, sat down, and the child handed over the tea.

But An Qisheng didn't answer, just smiled.

"Did the Taoist be afraid that the water is poisonous?"

Then Liu Zheng shook his head and smiled:

"There are no less than fifty people drinking water in this teahouse. If it is poisonous, everyone is afraid that it will not be planted!"

He took the tea bowl and took a sip.

Several others also laughed, seemingly laughing at An Qisheng.

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng not only was not angry, but also gently sighed:

"It's wonderful."

Wei Miao Wei Xiao?

What does 意思 mean?

正 Liu Zheng and others looked at each other and seemed extremely surprised.

But once this strange color appeared, it never faded away.

Freeze.

的 Everyone in the entire tea house, and even many pedestrians who are talking outside the tea house, are all still at this time, as if time is now frozen.

I'm not just people.

The splashing saliva in the teahouse, the dust swaying, and the spiders around the web were all frozen at this moment.

I only have An Qisheng.

After a faint whisper, he gently touched the stripes and texture on the table with his palm, admiring:

"Seeing the mountains, seeing the water, seeing the heavens and the earth, seeing all beings, this practice is truly extraordinary ..."

Humming ~

There seemed to be a ripple in the void.

Then the surrounding light dimmed, like a faded black-and-white photo, and a personal image disappeared like an ink erased by an eraser.

Opposite Luan Qisheng, on the chair where Liu Zheng was originally sitting, an old monk with a thin, dry, oblique draped, bronze complexion emerged slowly.

It seems like a black and white picture suddenly squeezes out a color picture, it is abrupt, but it is natural.

"Namo Amitabha."

The old monk turned the bead in his palm, and his eyes were as deep as black holes in the sunken eyes:

"Kung Fu didn't get home, but it made the chief laugh."

"It's true that you can't get home."

Luan Qisheng nodded slightly, as the teacher instructed his disciples, and said slightly:

"You ca n’t see the sky, you ca n’t see it because of the sky, you do n’t see the ground, because the ground is too heavy, you ca n’t even see yourself, so you ’re so sloppy.”

The Ferris Wheel is a marvelous martial art.

He is the culmination of the spiritual martial arts of the predecessors of the Great Ferris, and it has a total of ‘seeing people’, ‘seeing me’, ‘seeing all beings’, ‘seeing the world’, ‘I ’m the world’, and resident in the world ”.

When the quartet of realms is complete, one can outline one's own spiritual world.

My own spirit is always there, whether it is against the enemy or prolong life, it has extremely incredible effects.

精神 And the spiritual world outlined by this old monk, even he himself is incompatible with the surroundings. Obviously, he has not reached the second level.

It's no exaggeration to say that you are one thousand and eighty thousand miles away from the realm of the Skyscraper.

Purr ~

The turning beads were pinched in his hands.

The old and lean monk raised his head, and there seemed to be two ghost fires in his deep eye sockets:

"The director seems to know the secret story of Zhunlun Temple ..."

"Slightly heard."

Luan Qisheng felt the creeping skin in the sleeve robe and smiled slightly:

"It is said that the runner king practiced the runner method to such an unprecedented age as the permanent residence of the Great World. I wonder if it is true?"

The Ferris Wheel has six realms.

But even the founder, Big Ferris, has only practiced to four or five realms, ‘I am the world’, and one thought can pull out his own spiritual world for the enemy for a short time.

若 And if it reaches the realm of permanent residence in the big world, then its own spiritual world can reside in the world, and as the absolute master of its own spiritual world, it is truly invincible.

Mood and anger are celestial phenomena. With a single thought, people can be dismissed as pigs and dogs, and the soul memories of countless people can be arbitrarily edited. Really living gods!

It is a pity that the sixth realm is only a realm calculated by the Ferris himself, not even himself.

Twenty-seven years ago, he searched the world to collect countless natural treasures, human and animal blood, so that the Ferris Wheel helped him to become a resident in the world, but in the end he failed.

I was slain on the Ferris Peak by the Lord of the Dragon Sparrows.

But the fourth runner in the weapon spectrum was rumored to have completed it.

But An Qisheng is not very convinced, because in the Ferris' own calculations, once the sixfold realm is completed, it is heaven and man!

And if that runner was a heavenly man, how could it not just be the fourth weapon.

"My teacher will participate in the creation, and if he wants to stand on the ground, he will eventually succeed."

There was a deep respect and devotion on the old monk's face, as if a fanatic had heard the name of his deity.

But it also revealed that the rumors are not true.

However, this may also be the deliberate information leaked by the monks of Zhuanlun Temple. He may have secretly built it, and no one can know it.

"Buddha on earth?"

Luan Qisheng raised her eyebrows slightly: "Good spirit."

From the words of the old monk, An Qisheng could perceive the purpose of the runner king faintly.

He must follow the path that once the skyscraper had traveled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the path of the poor world.

However, compared with the huge momentum of the big skyscraper, tampering with the souls of countless people has caused havoc. The runner king is much smarter and lower-key, joins the Kingdom of Golden Waves, and then the country fights to get what it wants.

An Qisheng, who practiced the runner method himself, knew naturally that the runner temple was even more terrifying than the strength shown in the martial arts.

Even, he wondered whether the Golden Wolf State had been manipulated by it.

"The Taoist asked me many questions, and the old monk asked you a few questions."

As the bead slowly turned, the old monk took a deep look at An Qisheng.

"It's random."

Luan Qisheng's face is not well.

A few months ago, on the Dalong River, he retreated to hide before Zhao Changyu, half of which was because of the old monk.

At that time, his internal organs and collaterals were not open, and his sense of crisis was extremely strong.

However, with his Qimai network only six Liuyang heads to be successful, the sense of crisis becomes insignificant.

Suddenly, after a two-month hidden revision of the Chivalry Gate, after summing up his martial arts, the sense of crisis disappeared.

"Do you know how to turn?"

Luan Qisheng held a slight meal in his hands, his eyes rippled slightly:

"I thought you would first ask if your apprentice killed me."

The old monk's eyes condensed, and the fire was flourishing.

Never spoke, An Qisheng tapped the desktop gently, and said lightly:

"Little monk, take a look at me

How is it used! "