Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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I don't know how long it took, Fan has climbed up from the snow, and the movement seems very slow. It seems that I have not got rid of the previous emotions. This fire stick was very well protected. It took me a lot of genius to reassemble the three parts together and found that the parts were very good, even the optical sights were perfect. Fan Xian felt that it was a foolish behavior to kick the box at the moment.

He is a military blind, so it takes a lot of time to familiarize himself with this weapon. After the actual training, I realize that there is always a big gap between the ideal and the reality. When you find the sun shines into the dream. when. I suddenly realized that the dream was fake.

How to measure distance, how to aim, how to ensure smooth operation, is not the knowledge that people in the world can know, Fan Xian has no teacher, he can only slowly explore, and the farther away from the target, the less Easy to hit the target. And it is even more difficult to calculate the influence of wind difference and ranging.

Fortunately, many of his qualities make up for these shortcomings. First of all, he is very calm, there is a kind of calmness that resembles Wuzhu; secondly, he is very stable, and the indescribable instinct keeps his body in a very balanced state; most importantly, he is very patient. Very hunter's patience, this is due to the past and the "nake" of the afterlife, as long as the energy in the body can keep up, Fan Xian believes that he can lurk in a place for a whole day.

After getting up from the snow, he felt a little frozen, so he slowly spurred the body. I eased the slightly numb limbs, then looked at the five bamboos standing like a flagpole, and shook my head: "If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that he will not be killed by arrows before hitting him. dead."

Wu Zhu said indifferently: "You don't have to use this."

Fan Xian didn't quite understand what he meant. He was sitting on the snow with a sniper and frowned. "In fact, I know that my own strength is between the eight products and the nine products. The uncle used to yell at me. I don't want to let me care. Big. But if you want to deal with the masters of the nine products in the future, there are some weapons that others don’t know. It will always be better."

Wu Zhu said: "In my opinion, you still only have the level of seven products."

Fan Xian laughed and laughed: "That can kill the giant tree, and can still be with the palace."

Wuzhu Muran said: "There are eight products in Gong Dian, and there are only seven products at the top of Cheng Jushu. Maybe... I have been in Wuzhou for more than ten years, and the martial arts repairs in the whole world have declined."

Fan leisure frowned and took the snow under his hips. Although I didn't say anything, but listening to this sentence, I can't help but see some strange feelings. As for where it is, there is no way to explain it clearly. I shook my head and said, "I need to make myself strong. Otherwise I can't protect the people around me. I have a royal family and a long princess. If so? Don't forget, She is actually a poor child without a mother."

Wuzhu is silent.

Fan leisure smiled slightly, at this time the moon reflected in the snow mountain, the night was slightly clear, and his face looked more beautiful and clean. He watched a few pieces of snow seeds falling on the black cloth on the black cloth of Wu Zhu's eyes. Somehow, the mind moved and made an action that didn't dare to do from small to large.

He stepped forward and carefully reached out, trying to pick up the snow on the black cloth of Wu Zhu's eyes, and the movement was very gentle.

Wuzhu stepped back, and the time taken after this step was retreat. The size of the right hand was a little bit stunned, and the distance between Wu Zhu’s face was about half a foot away.

"Go back." Wu Zhu took the sniper rifle from his hand and turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at where he disappeared, and there was a faint sorrow in his heart. Such a peerless powerless person who lost his memory had only a few pasts. What would his future look like?

I don’t know the years in the mountains, Fan Qi gets up very early in the morning, and carries out martial arts practice. At night, I will also take some time to learn the skills of the Darkwalker in this mountain. Most of the days are with Lin Biaoer and my sister. On a comfortable day, I watched the girls in the manor gather together in a fighting poem, fighting, fighting, and fighting cards.

The middle leaf Linger and the soft Jiajun master also came to live for a while, and several ladies of the noble family could not help but opened a small poetry meeting. The soft girl seemed to have also got rid of the sadness of Fan’s marriage. Just flashing the eyes of the tenderness like water is not like twelve, asking Fan's brother to write a few poems to listen to, Fan Xian can be such a way, excuses to go to the mountains to fight the tigress.

When I was closed in recent years, I finally got rid of the troubles of the ethnology. I was sitting in the carriage on the Cangshan Mountain, and happily pulling the mahjong that I didn’t see for a month. In his opinion, the table can Finding Lin Biaoer is like a master swordsman who finds a master who is against himself. As the saying goes, life is lonely like snow...

Of course, Fan Xiaoxiong and his three brothers gathered in the manor. As a young master, he would not forget the wife of his wife. After he had sent the wounded, Fujiko, who took over the big treasure, took over and there was a group of Wang Qi-nian secretly along the way. Escort, there should be no problem.

After eating at noon that day, Fan Xian let the next person put on the carriage, and Lin Biaoer went down to the mountain ten miles to meet Dabao. It didn't take long before I saw the team coming. Waiting for the team to stop, Fujiko Jing quickly stepped forward to Fan Xian and the county grandmother asked Ann, Lin Biaoer knows that this person is the first confidant after Fan Xian entered Beijing, so it is also very gentle, just a heart drifted into the carriage. .

"Small leisure."

Needless to say, once you hear this title, you know that Dabao has gone down. Fan spent a bitter smile, holding a fist, and then went up to meet the number of people who had not seen this month, and the body was still bloated. Dabao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some curiosity. Zhang had a big mouth and smirked: "The snow in Beijing can be much smaller."

Cangshan snow is big. There are a lot of things in the road. Lin Yaner looked at the snow on his brother's hair and went forward with a distressed look. He wiped it for him and put his fox fur coat on him. He complained: "My father is also, knowing that Cangshan is cold, also I don't know how many more to prepare."

Fan Xian smiled a little, and thought that the prime minister was a man after all. Today there are not many women in Lin Fu. Even if he loves Dabao again, it is impossible to cover everything. He then turned to ask Fujiko: "Is nothing wrong on the road?"

"No." Fuji Yujing calmly said: "It is the intersection before entering the mountain. And another carriage that came to winter to grab the next road, the other side to see the Chinese carriage we are sitting on, let it."

Cangshan enjoys the snow scene and avoids the summer. This is the favorite thing that the nobles in Kyoto do, and there are some places where the soldiers are guarded. This is only a small matter. Fan Xian did not put it in his heart. He took a few words and prepared to go up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, I heard a rush of horseshoes from behind. After a while, a team of horse-drawn carriages opened up in an imposing manner. This is where the branch is. So suddenly it was very crowded and it was hard to go up.

"That's them." Fujiko was somewhat embarrassed to say: "Young Master. I didn't say, I don't want you to be angry."

The family members in the carriage saw that they were stuck here, and they had already opened up. Fan leisurely looked at the past and saw that it was the carriage of the home of Guo Li, the rite of the Ministry of Rites. He couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t know what he was thinking.

There was no reaction on their side, but they saw it there. It turned out to be a Xiangfu carriage that had been robbed once in the mountains. How could Guofu not dare to argue with the government, so the arrogance suddenly disappeared a lot.

"The car of Xiangfu can't stop at the intersection and let people go. We have already let it go once, you can't be faster?" Guo Jia's carriage came out with a familiar voice.

Then, a wealthy son of the family came down from the carriage and pointed to the group of people who were widowed by Fujiko. "Don't hurry to let it go? Lin Xiang is still in Beijing. You guys don't know what to do in Cangshan."

"Guo Xiong?" Fan Xiaxi looked out and bowed to the other side.

Guo Baokun listened to someone shouting himself, but also looked very kind, thinking that he met an acquaintance and turned his face and turned around. Unexpectedly, it was Fan Xian’s black boxing, and the smile on his face suddenly stabbed. Can't put it down, it looks very incomparable. In his eyes, he is even more nervous and afraid. Who is this? This is Fan Xian...

Once again, the poetry will be held in Kyoto, and once in the temple, it will be a crime for the other party. The partiality of the other party is now mixed up in Beijing. If you want to harm the other party once, the other party will pick up one. cut. The other party has now married the girl. At the time of the wedding, Guo Baokun knew that he had fallen into a **** life of eight lives. He only asked not to bump into each other in the future. Where do you know that today will be so smart!

Fan leisurely looked at his appearance, sighed in his heart, thinking that this person is also a bad luck to the point of sorrow, how come he meets himself again?

Looking at the Guofu carriage, like a rabbit, galloping down the mountain, Fan leisurely smashed his wrist. Lin Biaoer came over and whispered, "What did you do if you didn't come to the other people to go down the mountain? Although he was only an official editor, but after all, it is the close minister of the Prince's brother. There will always be a day in the future. Moreover, this Cangshan is not a fan. ... Our family, if you let others know, we must not say that we are too overbearing."

"I didn't drive him down the mountain." Hearing his wife's re-export, the face of Fan Xianqing's beautiful face showed a strange smile: "I just said to go to him to drink tea in the middle of the night, who knows that he ran."

Lin Biaoer listened to him so softly, couldn't help but smile: "You, who doesn't know that you are a black boxer in Kyoto, go to him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun has a ghost in his heart, naturally he wants to escape, he is now unknown. You, the punch is not as big as you are, what can you do besides running?"

Fan Xiaoxiao said: "I also sympathize with him."

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