Chapter 102: He Is So Good at Reciting Poetry

The river wind swept willow catkins across the floating bridge, and at this moment, many on both banks of the surging Yellow River cast their glances over.

A young general full of spirit and a lady-in-waiting adorned with a cicada hairpin were bidding a reluctant farewell beside the river bridge.

Yuan Mingyue looked at Li Shuang, her gaze holding a measure of reluctance; a thousand words filled her heart, yet when they reached her lips, they took on a different form.

"The Empress Dowager sent me to see you off!"

Those around Li Shuang mostly leaned their heads out to peek, among whom was

Jason widened his brown eyes, staring fixedly at the cracked ground beneath Pei Donglai's feet, and asked with a face full of shock.

The pitiful Jin army, having just escaped a night raid by the Song army, now found themselves entering the encirclement of the Langya army; if this happened a few more times, they would have little time left to live, even if they did not die on the battlefield.

Did you feel a kindred spirit, finding a soulmate, to act this way? The situation shifted to Tian Chen's side; two cold men swung their swords at each other, even when struck.

Mo Yiyue had not loosened his grip on the Illusory Glazed Chi in his hand even a fraction, but seeing Mu Yuncheng's cultivation advance a thousand li in a day, and realizing that the mere Xuanming Duke was no match for him, he finally loosened the taut string atop his head a little.

Fortunately, one could still breathe inside the water pool; if it were like normal, where breathing was impossible, one would have to hold one's breath. In that case, we would absolutely climb up, and the awakening on the fourth floor would certainly be lost.

The group followed the One-Armed Bandit God toward the Moon-Watching Cave; at this moment, countless White Ox tribe members were gathered before the cave, all kneeling on the ground as if in sacrificial prayer.

Wang Zongjie held Dong Xian in very low regard; after all, he was merely a subordinate general who knew nothing of military strategy. Wang had led his troops on a long expedition, exhausted in body and spirit, yet Dong had actually allowed him to rest peacefully for a night; this was truly a grave miscalculation.

In fact, Woe Gua had been observing this person for a long time, but the other had been intently reading a magazine, seemingly sitting there since they returned from outside, with nothing particularly unusual; yet now, suddenly appearing at the doorway, a sharp killing intent made Woe Gua involuntarily shiver.

However, Linlin stepped back a few paces, still looking at Ye Dongcheng and Lin Qiuya with a face full of terror, fearing they would do something bad to her.

This talisman was given to him by Lu Taihao; this talisman was not some vicious Daoist art, but merely one capable of gathering the primordial energy of heaven and earth; indeed, it was even a rare Spirit-Gathering Talisman, and many would bury such a talisman in their Daoist halls.

Lifting his gaze, the man before him had long hair flowing loose, wearing a thin layer of brocade; because he faced away from the light and was separated by curtains, his face could not be seen, only the cold chill radiating from his entire body could be felt.

Consort Shu, who had been peacefully accompanying Empress Dowager Taizu in the palace, upon suddenly hearing this news, hurriedly rushed out from the palace.

Originally, Li Mao had worried that the wind today made it unsuitable to set up a banquet outdoors. Wen Gu, however, disagreed, telling him that Tongcheng had had no wind for the past three days, making it the finest weather.

Three days later, a Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly arrived at Bamboo Sea Peak; after a conversation with Li Qingxuan, he actually switched Li Qingxuan's mission back. The task of guarding the market district was handed to this Foundation Establishment cultivator, while he himself returned to guard the spirit mine.

Dongguan Town indeed had a Tuanjie Restaurant; even though Chen Li had never been there, he knew of this place.

Strictly speaking, most livestock had merely had their necks or limbs severed; faintly visible were severed nerves still connecting to twitching muscles; silver platters were soaked in crimson, adding a streak of dangerous scarlet to the entire banquet hall.

The Martial Arts Grand Assembly was held on Hundred Flowers Island; Li Qing had never visited Hundred Flowers Island before, and upon seeing it this time, found the island rather peculiar.

Without saltpeter, it was difficult to condense the thin fire element; under conditions where starting a fire was impossible, eating raw slices of bloody meat became the only choice; at least compared to cockroaches, the clean snow antelope meat had become a rare delicacy.