Chapter 63
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"Ask the heart to shut up upstairs, you go upstairs from here, go all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed to the upstairs:
"there is no requirement for this level, but you should remember that if you follow your heart, if you are too artificial, the score will be lower."
"What's the use of grading?" Xu Qian asked.
"Why are you back testing? Grade four: A, B, C, D, the better the qualification. The easier it is for nature to be cultivated. " Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I'm B."
Zhu Guangxiao said in a dull voice, "I'm C."
I'm a strong man... Xu Qi'an quietly played a trick and went up the stairs alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquer column facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi'an had no reason to palpitate for a while, and his muscles were uncontrollably tense, and then slowly relaxed.
The inner thoughts precipitate, the state of mind is peaceful, and all the fame and wealth as well as selfish desires are put down.
There's something wrong with the mirror... The thought just flashed, and then precipitated in the bottom of my heart, don't care.
Forced into the sage time... This idea also precipitated.
He walked around the corner with ease and came to the hall on the second floor, where a Buddha was worshipped, with a rich body and a solemn face.
On the Bank of the incense bank, there are tributes and incense.
In front of the Buddha stood an official, looking at him.
Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha's statue calmly, then he didn't look at it any more, and walked towards the third staircase.
The official watched his back leave, bowed his head to write on the paper, as if in evaluation.
...
the third layer is dedicated to daozun, wearing Daopao, holding a wooden sword and stepping on Xiangyun.
There was also an official in front of the Dharma minister, quietly watching the arrival of Xu Qi'an.
After Xu Qi'an looked at him at will and turned to leave, the official also raised his pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the desk.
...
the fourth layer is dedicated to the Confucian sages, wearing the Confucian shirt, wearing the Confucian crown, overlooking the distance.
In front of the clay sculpture of the sage, the official still stands, quietly looking at Xu Qi'an.
This statue of sage is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy. Xu Qi'an left with this feeling in his heart.
He came to the top floor - the fifth floor.
The fifth layer is dedicated to a man in a yellow robe. He stands tall, holding a sword in both hands. His eyebrows are starry and his momentum is awe inspiring.
Xu Qi'an didn't know this one, but his bright yellow robe showed everything.
A king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
When he came here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "questioning the heart". Testing one's aptitude is only a part of it. The real meaning is testing one's moral character.
The function of that mirror is to prevent people from acting against their will and offering incense on purpose.
Unfortunately, I don't worship Buddhism, Taoism and sages, which shows that I'm a person who doesn't respect God, doesn't respect Buddha and disdains four books and five classics...
... It doesn't matter, but the fifth level one must worship... If I don't worship, I'm finished... A person who has no king, no father and ignores God and Buddha can't live in this era...
what kind of organization is the watchman?
They were spies and bodyguards belonging to the emperor.
It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but not loyal to the emperor.
Therefore, it is a screening of moral quality.
Xu Qi'an is no doubt unqualified. He goes up to the fifth floor at one go, and no one worships him.
I'll be kicked out of the watchman's Yamen. That's all. The key is that the watchman knows my crime of setting up Zhou Li, and who knows if he will turn over the old account...
these thoughts flash over one by one, then precipitate and automatically ignore.
Xu Qian anxiously confronts the "sage mode" and forces himself to kowtow to the king. His two senses fight madly. His body is stiff and his muscles are spasmodic and shaking.
Waiting for the official standing in front of the king, he observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, and then went down the stairs.
A few minutes later, when the official returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing in the same place, stiff and shaking, like a cramp in his hands and feet.
The official looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal and said in a low voice, "I've exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs."
The official continued: "when the Duke of Wei set up the question gate, there was an explanation. If someone didn't do it for five consecutive floors, it would be an unforgivable evil."
Brother, give me another chance!
Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.
"Wei Gong never went to the sixth pass alone, so he gave another chance." The official looked at Xu Qi'an miraculously: "you are a scorpion shit, the only one."
"You relax and don't cramp." He said.
Xu Qian no longer confronts the inner sage mode, adjusts his breathing, and successfully makes his muscles stop twitching.At this time, I found that my back had been soaked.
He followed the officials around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area,
the patchy sunlight scattered in the hollowed out windows lit up the wooden platform in the house.
A line of poetry was carved on the wooden platform.
Kill millions of enemy chieftains, and the sword is bloody.
He came back with a golden mace, but the man dynasty did not dare to speak.
The poem is very domineering. Show me what the poem means.
Xu Qi'an looked at the silent official. He wanted to get some money from him.
On second thought, a mere official, understand that powerful eunuch mind? Impossible.
Don't take yourself askew, you will die.
Fighting poetry? Impossible. The theme is obviously not a contest of poetic talents. It is related to ideology and morality, so we should start from this aspect.
Since it is a test of ideology and morality, what does Wei Yuanfang do here?
Xu Qi'an put aside his thoughts and actively used his brain.
The sixth level is arranged for me, a materialist who has no monarch, no teacher, no respect for God and no respect for Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance.
Naturally, I want to excavate some valuable ideological and moral qualities from me. If I don't, I'm dead.
All of a sudden, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor:
willing to serve the temple with deep heart, not for his own interests.
The duty of a watchman is to supervise all officials. Wei Yuan's poem also means to be loyal to the country and oppress all officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood the meaning of the great eunuch.
This poem is here not for fighting, but for empathy.
If the man who has no army and no division is really bad, he will not be able to fight against his own heart and force him to write a love poem.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.
Xu Qi'an sighed out a breath, stretched out his hand: "pen and ink wait."
The clerk handed the brush and spread rice paper on the wooden platform.
Xu Qian's pen hung on the paper and closed his eyes.
Although I have no monarch in my heart, I disdain to worship God and worship Buddha. I am a genuine materialist.
But I am not an unforgivable evil. I have justice in my heart and principles at my feet. I've never killed the common people, and I've never blackmailed by relying on my status as a petty official, even though it's a social norm...
even though I tried desperately to make money.
If you want empathy, I will write a poem, just as you wish.
When Xu Qi'an started his writing, he did not have any psychological obstacles. He wrote in ugly font:
Er Shi Er Lu, people's fat and people's cream
the people are easy to abuse, and the heaven is hard to deceive.
The clerk looked at the four sentences on the paper in a trance.
He took the rice paper and looked at Xu Qi'an for a while. He said, "the heart searching pass is over. Please help yourself, but don't leave the Yamen before you come out."
"The qualification of every watchman needs to be judged by Duke Wei himself, and the villain will be sent to Duke Wei."
He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly went away.
Xu Qi'an felt like he was in a state of collapse. Holding the wooden platform for a moment, he followed him downstairs.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao are waiting for his colleague on the first floor. Seeing Xu Qian coming down, they smile and wave: "how many times have you knelt?"
He looks like a fox with a smile.
The official who came down didn't tell him the process and result.
Xu Qi'an opened his mouth and finally chose silence.
On Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "your face doesn't look very good."
It's not so good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster. Xu Qi shakes his head and says:
"I want to find a place to have tea and have a rest."
Song Tingfeng smilingly pick an eyebrow: "give you please a woman, knock shoulder rub legs?"
You are like a crosstalk talker under the overpass. Xu Qi'an nods with a smile: "go to Jiaofang and invite Fuxiang Huakui."
Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: "I had this dream when I was young."
PS: the number of words and the process of recommendation should be considered in public chapters. It's going to be more popular after it's on the shelves. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the base. By the way, there are countless foreshadowing in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it.
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"Ask the heart to shut up upstairs, you go upstairs from here, go all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed to the upstairs:
"there is no requirement for this level, but you should remember that if you follow your heart, if you are too artificial, the score will be lower."
"What's the use of grading?" Xu Qian asked.
"Why are you back testing? Grade four: A, B, C, D, the better the qualification. The easier it is for nature to be cultivated. " Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I'm B."
Zhu Guangxiao said in a dull voice, "I'm C."
I'm a strong man... Xu Qi'an quietly played a trick and went up the stairs alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquer column facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi'an had no reason to palpitate for a while, and his muscles were uncontrollably tense, and then slowly relaxed.
The inner thoughts precipitate, the state of mind is peaceful, and all the fame and wealth as well as selfish desires are put down.
There's something wrong with the mirror... The thought just flashed, and then precipitated in the bottom of my heart, don't care.
Forced into the sage time... This idea also precipitated.
He walked around the corner with ease and came to the hall on the second floor, where a Buddha was worshipped, with a rich body and a solemn face.
On the Bank of the incense bank, there are tributes and incense.
In front of the Buddha stood an official, looking at him.
Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha's statue calmly, then he didn't look at it any more, and walked towards the third staircase.
The official watched his back leave, bowed his head to write on the paper, as if in evaluation.
...
the third layer is dedicated to daozun, wearing Daopao, holding a wooden sword and stepping on Xiangyun.
There was also an official in front of the Dharma minister, quietly watching the arrival of Xu Qi'an.
After Xu Qi'an looked at him at will and turned to leave, the official also raised his pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the desk.
...
the fourth layer is dedicated to the Confucian sages, wearing the Confucian shirt, wearing the Confucian crown, overlooking the distance.
In front of the clay sculpture of the sage, the official still stands, quietly looking at Xu Qi'an.
This statue of sage is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy. Xu Qi'an left with this feeling in his heart.
He came to the top floor - the fifth floor.
The fifth layer is dedicated to a man in a yellow robe. He stands tall, holding a sword in both hands. His eyebrows are starry and his momentum is awe inspiring.
Xu Qi'an didn't know this one, but his bright yellow robe showed everything.
A king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
When he came here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "questioning the heart". Testing one's aptitude is only a part of it. The real meaning is testing one's moral character.
The function of that mirror is to prevent people from acting against their will and offering incense on purpose.
Unfortunately, I don't worship Buddhism, Taoism and sages, which shows that I'm a person who doesn't respect God, doesn't respect Buddha and disdains four books and five classics...
... It doesn't matter, but the fifth level one must worship... If I don't worship, I'm finished... A person who has no king, no father and ignores God and Buddha can't live in this era...
what kind of organization is the watchman?
They were spies and bodyguards belonging to the emperor.
It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but not loyal to the emperor.
Therefore, it is a screening of moral quality.
Xu Qi'an is no doubt unqualified. He goes up to the fifth floor at one go, and no one worships him.
I'll be kicked out of the watchman's Yamen. That's all. The key is that the watchman knows my crime of setting up Zhou Li, and who knows if he will turn over the old account...
these thoughts flash over one by one, then precipitate and automatically ignore.
Xu Qian anxiously confronts the "sage mode" and forces himself to kowtow to the king. His two senses fight madly. His body is stiff and his muscles are spasmodic and shaking.
Waiting for the official standing in front of the king, he observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, and then went down the stairs.
A few minutes later, when the official returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing in the same place, stiff and shaking, like a cramp in his hands and feet.
The official looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal and said in a low voice, "I've exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs."
The official continued: "when the Duke of Wei set up the question gate, there was an explanation. If someone didn't do it for five consecutive floors, it would be an unforgivable evil."
Brother, give me another chance!
Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.
"Wei Gong never went to the sixth pass alone, so he gave another chance." The official looked at Xu Qi'an miraculously: "you are a scorpion shit, the only one."
"You relax and don't cramp." He said.
Xu Qian no longer confronts the inner sage mode, adjusts his breathing, and successfully makes his muscles stop twitching.At this time, I found that my back had been soaked.
He followed the officials around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area,
the patchy sunlight scattered in the hollowed out windows lit up the wooden platform in the house.
A line of poetry was carved on the wooden platform.
Kill millions of enemy chieftains, and the sword is bloody.
He came back with a golden mace, but the man dynasty did not dare to speak.
The poem is very domineering. Show me what the poem means.
Xu Qi'an looked at the silent official. He wanted to get some money from him.
On second thought, a mere official, understand that powerful eunuch mind? Impossible.
Don't take yourself askew, you will die.
Fighting poetry? Impossible. The theme is obviously not a contest of poetic talents. It is related to ideology and morality, so we should start from this aspect.
Since it is a test of ideology and morality, what does Wei Yuanfang do here?
Xu Qi'an put aside his thoughts and actively used his brain.
The sixth level is arranged for me, a materialist who has no monarch, no teacher, no respect for God and no respect for Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance.
Naturally, I want to excavate some valuable ideological and moral qualities from me. If I don't, I'm dead.
All of a sudden, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor:
willing to serve the temple with deep heart, not for his own interests.
The duty of a watchman is to supervise all officials. Wei Yuan's poem also means to be loyal to the country and oppress all officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood the meaning of the great eunuch.
This poem is here not for fighting, but for empathy.
If the man who has no army and no division is really bad, he will not be able to fight against his own heart and force him to write a love poem.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.
Xu Qi'an sighed out a breath, stretched out his hand: "pen and ink wait."
The clerk handed the brush and spread rice paper on the wooden platform.
Xu Qian's pen hung on the paper and closed his eyes.
Although I have no monarch in my heart, I disdain to worship God and worship Buddha. I am a genuine materialist.
But I am not an unforgivable evil. I have justice in my heart and principles at my feet. I've never killed the common people, and I've never blackmailed by relying on my status as a petty official, even though it's a social norm...
even though I tried desperately to make money.
If you want empathy, I will write a poem, just as you wish.
When Xu Qi'an started his writing, he did not have any psychological obstacles. He wrote in ugly font:
Er Shi Er Lu, people's fat and people's cream
the people are easy to abuse, and the heaven is hard to deceive.
The clerk looked at the four sentences on the paper in a trance.
He took the rice paper and looked at Xu Qi'an for a while. He said, "the heart searching pass is over. Please help yourself, but don't leave the Yamen before you come out."
"The qualification of every watchman needs to be judged by Duke Wei himself, and the villain will be sent to Duke Wei."
He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly went away.
Xu Qi'an felt like he was in a state of collapse. Holding the wooden platform for a moment, he followed him downstairs.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao are waiting for his colleague on the first floor. Seeing Xu Qian coming down, they smile and wave: "how many times have you knelt?"
He looks like a fox with a smile.
The official who came down didn't tell him the process and result.
Xu Qi'an opened his mouth and finally chose silence.
On Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "your face doesn't look very good."
It's not so good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster. Xu Qi shakes his head and says:
"I want to find a place to have tea and have a rest."
Song Tingfeng smilingly pick an eyebrow: "give you please a woman, knock shoulder rub legs?"
You are like a crosstalk talker under the overpass. Xu Qi'an nods with a smile: "go to Jiaofang and invite Fuxiang Huakui."
Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: "I had this dream when I was young."
PS: the number of words and the process of recommendation should be considered in public chapters. It's going to be more popular after it's on the shelves. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the base. By the way, there are countless foreshadowing in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it.
"Ask the heart to shut up upstairs, you go upstairs from here, go all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed to the upstairs: "there is no requirement for this level, but you should remember that if you follow your heart, if you are too artificial, the score will be lower." "What's the use of grading?" Xu Qian asked. "Why are you back testing? Grade four: A, B, C, D, the better the qualification. The easier it is for nature to be cultivated. " Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I'm B." Zhu Guangxiao said in a dull voice, "I'm C." I'm a strong man... Xu Qi'an quietly played a trick and went up the stairs alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquer column facing the stairs. His figure was reflected in the mirror. Xu Qi'an had no reason to palpitate for a while, and his muscles were uncontrollably tense, and then slowly relaxed. The inner thoughts precipitate, the state of mind is peaceful, and all the fame and wealth as well as selfish desires are put down. There's something wrong with the mirror... The thought just flashed, and then precipitated in the bottom of my heart, don't care. Forced into the sage time... This idea also precipitated. He walked around the corner with ease and came to the hall on the second floor, where a Buddha was worshipped, with a rich body and a solemn face. On the Bank of the incense bank, there are tributes and incense. In front of the Buddha stood an official, looking at him. Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha's statue calmly, then he didn't look at it any more, and walked towards the third staircase. The official watched his back leave, bowed his head to write on the paper, as if in evaluation. ... the third layer is dedicated to daozun, wearing Daopao, holding a wooden sword and stepping on Xiangyun. There was also an official in front of the Dharma minister, quietly watching the arrival of Xu Qi'an. After Xu Qi'an looked at him at will and turned to leave, the official also raised his pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the desk. ... the fourth layer is dedicated to the Confucian sages, wearing the Confucian shirt, wearing the Confucian crown, overlooking the distance. In front of the clay sculpture of the sage, the official still stands, quietly looking at Xu Qi'an. This statue of sage is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy. Xu Qi'an left with this feeling in his heart. He came to the top floor - the fifth floor. The fifth layer is dedicated to a man in a yellow robe. He stands tall, holding a sword in both hands. His eyebrows are starry and his momentum is awe inspiring. Xu Qi'an didn't know this one, but his bright yellow robe showed everything. A king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor. When he came here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "questioning the heart". Testing one's aptitude is only a part of it. The real meaning is testing one's moral character. The function of that mirror is to prevent people from acting against their will and offering incense on purpose. Unfortunately, I don't worship Buddhism, Taoism and sages, which shows that I'm a person who doesn't respect God, doesn't respect Buddha and disdains four books and five classics... ... It doesn't matter, but the fifth level one must worship... If I don't worship, I'm finished... A person who has no king, no father and ignores God and Buddha can't live in this era... what kind of organization is the watchman? They were spies and bodyguards belonging to the emperor. It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but not loyal to the emperor. Therefore, it is a screening of moral quality. Xu Qi'an is no doubt unqualified. He goes up to the fifth floor at one go, and no one worships him. I'll be kicked out of the watchman's Yamen. That's all. The key is that the watchman knows my crime of setting up Zhou Li, and who knows if he will turn over the old account... these thoughts flash over one by one, then precipitate and automatically ignore. Xu Qian anxiously confronts the "sage mode" and forces himself to kowtow to the king. His two senses fight madly. His body is stiff and his muscles are spasmodic and shaking. Waiting for the official standing in front of the king, he observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, and then went down the stairs. A few minutes later, when the official returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing in the same place, stiff and shaking, like a cramp in his hands and feet. The official looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal and said in a low voice, "I've exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs." The official continued: "when the Duke of Wei set up the question gate, there was an explanation. If someone didn't do it for five consecutive floors, it would be an unforgivable evil." Brother, give me another chance! Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious. "Wei Gong never went to the sixth pass alone, so he gave another chance." The official looked at Xu Qi'an miraculously: "you are a scorpion shit, the only one." "You relax and don't cramp." He said. Xu Qian no longer confronts the inner sage mode, adjusts his breathing, and successfully makes his muscles stop twitching.At this time, I found that my back had been soaked. He followed the officials around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area, the patchy sunlight scattered in the hollowed out windows lit up the wooden platform in the house. A line of poetry was carved on the wooden platform. Kill millions of enemy chieftains, and the sword is bloody. He came back with a golden mace, but the man dynasty did not dare to speak. The poem is very domineering. Show me what the poem means. Xu Qi'an looked at the silent official. He wanted to get some money from him. On second thought, a mere official, understand that powerful eunuch mind? Impossible. Don't take yourself askew, you will die. Fighting poetry? Impossible. The theme is obviously not a contest of poetic talents. It is related to ideology and morality, so we should start from this aspect. Since it is a test of ideology and morality, what does Wei Yuanfang do here? Xu Qi'an put aside his thoughts and actively used his brain. The sixth level is arranged for me, a materialist who has no monarch, no teacher, no respect for God and no respect for Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance. Naturally, I want to excavate some valuable ideological and moral qualities from me. If I don't, I'm dead. All of a sudden, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor: willing to serve the temple with deep heart, not for his own interests. The duty of a watchman is to supervise all officials. Wei Yuan's poem also means to be loyal to the country and oppress all officials. Thinking of this, he suddenly understood the meaning of the great eunuch. This poem is here not for fighting, but for empathy. If the man who has no army and no division is really bad, he will not be able to fight against his own heart and force him to write a love poem. On the contrary, Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance. Xu Qi'an sighed out a breath, stretched out his hand: "pen and ink wait." The clerk handed the brush and spread rice paper on the wooden platform. Xu Qian's pen hung on the paper and closed his eyes. Although I have no monarch in my heart, I disdain to worship God and worship Buddha. I am a genuine materialist. But I am not an unforgivable evil. I have justice in my heart and principles at my feet. I've never killed the common people, and I've never blackmailed by relying on my status as a petty official, even though it's a social norm... even though I tried desperately to make money. If you want empathy, I will write a poem, just as you wish. When Xu Qi'an started his writing, he did not have any psychological obstacles. He wrote in ugly font: Er Shi Er Lu, people's fat and people's cream the people are easy to abuse, and the heaven is hard to deceive. The clerk looked at the four sentences on the paper in a trance. He took the rice paper and looked at Xu Qi'an for a while. He said, "the heart searching pass is over. Please help yourself, but don't leave the Yamen before you come out." "The qualification of every watchman needs to be judged by Duke Wei himself, and the villain will be sent to Duke Wei." He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly went away. Xu Qi'an felt like he was in a state of collapse. Holding the wooden platform for a moment, he followed him downstairs. Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao are waiting for his colleague on the first floor. Seeing Xu Qian coming down, they smile and wave: "how many times have you knelt?" He looks like a fox with a smile. The official who came down didn't tell him the process and result. Xu Qi'an opened his mouth and finally chose silence. On Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "your face doesn't look very good." It's not so good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster. Xu Qi shakes his head and says: "I want to find a place to have tea and have a rest." Song Tingfeng smilingly pick an eyebrow: "give you please a woman, knock shoulder rub legs?" You are like a crosstalk talker under the overpass. Xu Qi'an nods with a smile: "go to Jiaofang and invite Fuxiang Huakui." Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: "I had this dream when I was young." PS: the number of words and the process of recommendation should be considered in public chapters. It's going to be more popular after it's on the shelves. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the base. By the way, there are countless foreshadowing in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it.
