Guardian Chapter 120: Ashamed and overflowing, thinking and resenting

It's night.

Han Bai was ashamed and annoyed.

To be angry with oneself, but to covet fame and fortune for a while.

Follow the type of people I hated the most in the past.

Live yourself into the most hated look.

I'm annoyed that I wasted half of my life, failing to succeed, and I'm still a talented person.

After reading the books of sages and sages for half a lifetime, it is not as good as the three poems that the "white body" came from.

There are three poems here.

The three swords that stabbed Han Bai.

The more he thought about it, the worse he became.

He vomited and vomited up half a bowl of blood.

Anxious fire attacked the heart, and the depression became ill.

Han Bai couldn't figure it out. He was also a scholar. He had been fighting at night when he was a child. He couldn't sleep at night.

Obviously, he is far superior to his peers, and he is also a young talent in high school.

I remembered the time when the fresh-clothed angry horse was full of spirits, and no one was envious. He also vowed to win three yuan and go home for the first prize.

As a result, I lost half of my life on the way of raising people.

Han Bai was always in tears as he read his article. He burned one after reading one, and cried loudly, "What is the use of reading, and what is the use of reading so many books? Giving gifts and bribes, I am waiting for scholars, where is the arrogance, where is the arrogance, where is the culture?" "It is a joke to govern the country and the world.

"" "Students who administer the country and establish life for the people are just a joke.

"Han Bai's mentality collapsed.

Thinking of what happened to me, and then fascinated, "The wind is so fast that the sky is high and the ape whistles, and the white bird flies back to Qingsha.

The boundless fall into the woods, the endless Yangtze River billows.

Wan Li's sad autumn is a frequent guest, and he has been on the stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hating hard and bitterly at Fanshuang's temples, knocked down the Xintangzhuo wine glass.

" "The boundless fall into the woods, ha ha.

""Ten thousand miles of sorrowful autumn is often a guest, ha ha.

" "Hard and hate Fanshuang temples, so much.

" "Tumbled down the XinTing Muddy Cup, hahahaha, well said, well said.

""I'm a scholar of my generation, and I've read to dogs in my studies.

"Han Bai cried bitterly.

Repent of your actions.

I regret that I should not have the intention of stealing students’ verses.

Regret shouldn't use improper means to extravagantly hope for fame and fortune.

This is a common problem among literati. How can scholarship be called stealing? This is called carrying, this is called borrowing, and this is called re-creation.

Since ancient times, there is no first in writing and no second in Wu.

If it were a single poem, it would not break Han Bai's mood.

It's ruthless, three consecutive songs, one more than one.

Also desperate.

Han Bai spent half of his life poor and didn't have a masterpiece that could make a name for himself.

In a short period of time, I have seen three singular songs of the ages.

How can we not let him feel desperate.

He felt like he was out of play.

I don’t expect anything anymore, and even the desire to fill the world with peaches and plums has faded.

My own student, any uncle, can make such a great work.

Let him, Mr., how to deal with himself.

This is still secondary, the main thing is that Han Bai broke his long-held bottom line against his will.

His mentality just collapsed.

Han Bai fell into sorrow that was deeply self-blaming.

At the end, the old blood spurted out again.

"Much more comfortable.

"Han Bai burned all his manuscripts, and there was a hint of relief.

He raised his head and looked up, feeling that the moon tonight is particularly round and beautiful.

"Such a beautiful scene, really..." Han Bai sighed, his eyes muddy, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. If he was released, he whispered, "It's a good time to commit suicide.

"The light and fluttering words came out of his mouth, but they were so natural.

Han Bai wiped his beard, turned and went into the room, took a bath and changed clothes, burned incense and prayed, and a white silk was placed on the beam.

He is like an old man going to a banquet.

Clearly dressed, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, stood on the bench.

One rope, one person, one bench leg kicks, and it's free.

Han Bai supported Bai Ling with both hands, trying to keep as calm as possible, still holding his breath, straightened up the Confucian crown that he wore when he was a young student in school.

He must walk peacefully, and at the last end, he must also maintain the dignity of a scholar.

"I'm unwilling, I really want to get it.

"Han Bai blushed and became liver-colored, and exhausted his last breath, calling out his final despair.

Never forget, there must be an echo.

Just before Han Bai lost consciousness, a long voice seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart.

"Satisfy you.

"Han Bai sighed long, unwilling, but it was a flower in front of him, returning to the young and young man who was proud of the spring breeze.

He starts all over again.

In the township examination, the general examination, and the palace examination one after another, the Jie Yuan, Hui Yuan, and No. 1 scholars were obtained, and the three Yuans of consecutive middle were truly achieved.

I was also captured by the current leader list and married a daughter who had never even thought of it for the first half of my life.

Han Bai has been on the same footing so far, the official will be prosperous, the people of one side will be protected, the peace of the country will be safe, and the people will be given umbrellas in the road when they return to their hometowns.

A thin horse, an old wife, a pair of children, and a pair of poles.

Han Bai, who has been in poverty so far, has achieved good performance and fairness for officials. Every year, the Beijing inspection is highly evaluated.

Han Bai, who is free at home, builds a bamboo house, builds a bookstore, without the messy ears of silk and bamboo, and the form of work without a case.

Finally, the peaches and plums are all over the world, the Manchu dynasty is civil and military, and one tenth comes from under his seat.

Both fame and fortune, admired by the world, can be an example of the emperor's teacher.

This situation and situation are indeed the lifelong pursuit of scholars.

Han Bai is very satisfied.

To death, Jiuquan smiled, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was too strong to dissolve.

Han Bai wears white silk on his neck, with no breath.

The thinking is still running, it's beautiful, and daydreaming is beautiful.

As his tongue slowly drooped out, the dream also entered.

Swiss of fresh air overflowed from his body bit by bit.

Beside the kicked bench.

Standing is a humble person who is not eye-catching in the crowd. His eyes are swollen and his face is gray and yellow with some wrinkles. When he doesn't speak, he looks a bit numb and dull, and the whole one is worn out by work. Middle-aged peasant woman.

She grinned, her yellowish stained teeth.

The little bit of fresh air poured into her mouth.

"Never forget, there must be an echo, this fairy satisfies the wishes of the world and will be immortal.

"This person looks like.

At the time when Chen Feng was still known as the soul master, Cao Guangxiao squatted on the corner of the No. 5 house and nailed his starved sneaky young man, and used the five elements to detain a **** incarnate soul, which caused a great riot in the ghost of Yuqian Alley. On the night that the ghost night attacked the Town Soul Division, the temple blessings for collecting ten thousand thoughts at the Sendzi Niangniang Temple were exactly the same.

Isn't this person a secret, counted on the Yin and Yang book, was automatically flew out by the Linglong scale, and was smashed to death by a weight? Chen Feng also claimed that the soul received a one-star quality award for the Dayan Four Nine Techniques. He also obtained a Liuyejing bottle from another **** incarnation of the Eunuch Empress. The three drops of rosary gold in the bottle have made Chen Feng infinitely useful.

This man came back from the dead? ...The second day.

The news of Han Bai's death came out.

Chen Feng, who learned the news, was a little surprised and somewhat unexpected.

Mr. Han, want a face.

To death Mingzhi.

Chen Feng still feels guilty.

Some regrets that I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

When a person dies like a lamp, there is something in front of you, and something is behind you.

After all, Han Bai is the husband of Xiaosang, Yan Mubai, and Yan Wenji until his death.

Because of feelings and reason, we must go to worship his old man.

The funeral is simple, and the mourning hall is arranged in the Fangcao Bookstore.

The sir is gone, so what is the use of this bookstore.

Chen Feng took the silent Xiao Sang, and Qin Shufen took the Yan brothers and sisters who were not in a clear mood together to worship Han Bai.

Han Bai was as pale as white water for half his life, did not do evil or arrogant, plain and plain, looking for commonplace, ordinary, arrogant, high or low, unmarried, had children, and never bought wealth.

Funny matters, or a few friends with similar interests, will buy it on their behalf.

It can be considered a rare friend who is sentimental and righteous, who starts and finishes well.

Han Bai does not judge him, at least he can hand in a few real brothers.

People.

This life.

Enough.

Xiao Sang's rare peace of mind, although his face is still melancholy, but the disdain on his face has been reduced a lot.

He seems to know that this occasion should be solemn, solemn, and show respect for the dead elders.

"What are you here to do, you are not welcome here.

" Seeing Chen Feng, Han Bai's old friend didn't get angry. Had it not been for some shocking poems made by this man, Han would not have broken his mind so that Bai Ling would survive.

Chen Feng kept his eyes straight, bowed three times, and then bowed to the old friend Han Bai who was wearing hemp, apologized, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to come to this stage.

"Han Bai's old friend opened his mouth, and he didn't say anything when he wanted to chase someone away.

He sighed, and slowly started thinking about it, "Don't blame you, blame it, ghosts are obsessed, Old Han can't think about it, why did he come to this, the crime of plagiarism, it is not his fault, He Shuhuan, Qi Bu The language is more prosperous, my God, why don’t you accept them.

"Here, old friend Han Bai just finished with emotion.

Someone said, "Yuanwailang and Qi everyone were found dead in the bed early this morning. There was a smile on the corners of his mouth. There was a strange death, and there was no trace of wounds on his body. Looking at it, it seems that death is a wonderful thing. It seems to be..." The man said it for a long time and couldn't find an accurate term.

Chen Feng heard a little familiar, thought for a moment, and helped to say: "It seems to be a daydream?" "Yes, yes, hey, how do you know?" Chen Feng recently In the Yin and Yang book, I saw many lives, and the cause of death was daydreaming.

I saw He Shuhuan, Qi Buyu, and Han Bai yesterday. They were fine. I heard the news of their deaths today, and they were still withdrawn from the cause of death in the Yin and Yang book.

There are quite a few people with this cause of death, just what Chen Feng said, and there are the remaining six groups of souls that fall outside the Dimensity group. When added up, isn't it that they have reached an incredible level? .

Chen Feng's premonition that something big is about to happen is getting stronger.

"Mr. Han's cause of death?" Chen Feng had a bold guess in his heart. As soon as he said this, he saw an odd look on the face of his old friend Han Bai.

"Old Han died of spilling, his face was purple and blue, his eyes were round, and his tongue was hanging from the base of his tongue.

"The words of old friend Han Bai made Chen Feng feel at ease. This is in line with the image of self-exhaustion and death.

Following an old friend Han Bai added, he almost made Chen Feng walk away, "However, Mr. Han, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, is very contrary to the symptoms on his face. At first, we didn’t care. After all, Mr. Han was dressed neatly. He also deliberately put on his long-cherished scholar's crown. We thought that Mr. Han walked peacefully and ended up smiling.

""Go, get out of here first.

"The ominous feeling in Chen Feng's heart became stronger and stronger, and he reached out to pull Xiao Sang.

Xiao Sang shook his head blankly, simply saying, "Look.

"Look? Look at Nima, a ghost...Chen Feng roared in his heart. If he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't mind coming to the scene to "child abuse".

Xiao Sang's look, it's not really just a look.

He noticed an abnormality.

The meaning he wanted to express was actually very long, but he didn't bother to explain to Chen Feng, the "ant".

For example, Xiao Sang wants to say: Go? It's too late, haven't you noticed weird changes happening around you? Didn't you realize that the time and space we are in is no longer the original time and space? go? It's late, classmate, let's take a look at the coffin.

The above is what Xiao Sang said "look".

Chen Feng finally realized something was wrong.

Han Bai's old friend's voice became blurred, and he reached out his hand and touched it, and it penetrated the other's body.

And the other party is talking to himself as if no one is standing by.

It seems... as if everything is a set projection.

Chen Feng opened his eyes.

Okay.

The sky is not the sky, the earth is not the earth, and the dovetail lane is not the dovetail lane. Together with the bookstore, it seems to have reached another place.

This feeling is very familiar.

A standard scene that looks like illusion but not illusion, both true and false.

Chen Feng calmed down instead.

There are some things hanging in my heart, not knowing what to do, but panicking is not real.

If you know what's going on, it will be easier.

Isn't it just a moth.

The Censorship Division specializes in the treatment of flamboyant moths.

"Look?" Chen Feng snarled at Xiao Sangnu, and pointed in the direction of the coffin.

"Well, take a look.

"Xiao Sang is as simple as ever.

Looking at this time, it was really just a simple look.

Chen Feng subconsciously wanted to walk in front of Xiao Sang, and instinctively took protective measures.

Xiao Sangqi gave a cry, pushed Chen Feng away, and made a disgusting cry, "Go away.

"The melancholic little prince blocked his sight because of Chen Feng's interference.

Chen Feng Xiao囧, this soft rice of Liuli is enough, and in the end I will eat soft rice of Xiaosang.

OK.

One who can open ten breaths is unparalleled, cold and arrogant and invincible.

An aura of Fusang who can beat me half to death.

My stomach is not good, and soft rice is soft and waxy, which suits my appetite better.

Chen Feng is of course half a step behind.

Before taking a few steps, he ran into Xiao Sang's body again.

Looking at Xiao Sang expressionless and looking up without blinking, Chen Feng was confused.

"What do you do?" Xiao Sang didn't speak, and gestured with his head up.

"You mean, don't tell me how do I know what you want.

""Hold me up, I am not tall enough.

"Looking at Xiao Sang's serious nonsense, Chen Feng has reason to suspect that Xiao Sang is deliberately avenging himself.

Are you not tall enough? You need me to hug you...Can you make up a more reliable reason, you who are a forceful person, need someone to hug you? A light leap, afraid that it will not be able to penetrate the top of the building, do you want me to hold it? Are you funny? "Watch it for yourself.

" Xiao Sang saw that Chen Feng hadn't moved for a long time, so he raised his arms and took a few steps back, and began to be bored again, looking at the sky and pretending to be sad.

It seems that what will happen next has nothing to do with me.

I am not interested in it.

I think it's just my opinion, and I'm afraid that there will be ghosts...Chen Feng pushed aside the coffin board and looked inward.

The coffin is empty, where is Han Bai's body.

The bright yellow lining is permeating bright liquid layer by layer.

The liquid was sticky and slippery like a mirror, and gradually the "stationary" waves that jelly swayed.

A deja vu face emerged with a smile but not a smile.

"I found you, little~! Steal~! Thief~!"