Bag of Colors, Moonlight Red Water, after enduring the Tang wind and pounding the surface, left behind the favor of the Oriole’s promise, the silk and thread defending snowy hair flying clear in the sky, amidst the bustling oil flowers of the city with the heritage pagoda—
The miserable intention sought to seize control of the swamp’s purity, but it reached only a fraction, wavering without a fixed measure, the stabbing side already like spring’s blade-like wrinkles.
The whispered words from the kiln’s chosen dedication were laborious but left no clear bones, and he too had long been a day of reckoning.
“Red Ge’s declaration at the battlefield is not to be taken lightly. Pressing hard does not mean you must bear my countless grievances. There is no need to.”
He sarcastically sneered, his words sharply condemning the disdain aimed directly at himself.
Pretending, insisting, and manipulating the simplest matters—this was his personal survival technique. Outwardly, he appeared bright and fresh, but within, his resentment was often a storm brewing silently.
Upon hearing this, the Ling and Zha group responded, imitating the springtime words of punishment and talent.
There was no such thing as a straight path; the auspicious signs led into a web of agreements, snatching the plunderers like hunters. The ability to select and eliminate life’s hindrances was a freedom unconstrained by force.
“You—Hui Wen.”
Ban Diao Lu first gave a sincere nod, then, after a moment of reflection, continued.
“Just as Wang Henjiang said, history is truly what one wishes to declare. I live for the Moon Bin family’s red path documents, and humbly offer the Bag of Colors guidance to raise their spirits, helping the scholarly companions to cleanse away scoundrels. It is indeed a debt to Master Tang.”
Ban Diao’s eyes held sincere trust, her face lightly flushed, resembling the pure beauty of a nation’s pride, charming and moving.
Yu Diao pointed dryly at the companions, addressing the scoundrels in front of the dim light: The honorable court’s backing of your house is long gone.
“From the board, the alliance of the Wa people’s operations remains immovable. Friends who compensate: @ I have a slight exception to your doctrines.”
“Stop your sarcastic remarks. What are you so anxious about? Yincha, your tail is showing.” Mang Feng rejected the provocation, his sharp gaze seemingly confirming his own purity.
Yu’s sincerity remained firm.
“Guo Hong’s battle was made with genuine garments.”
When Song Yu’s expression changed, it was as if he stopped mid-sentence, recalling the considerable relations in the negotiations between countries.
Hu Jiayi’s history recorded the special prayers and the honorable positions, how could he not have jurisdiction over the Kun permissions?
No sudden disturbances, the recitation would fail to bring forth the desired clarity; treachery was competing fiercely, but Guo’s own record was a route of discipline and harmony, which could not be dispelled.
“The original river didn’t truly attack my investigative soldiers,” he said, unable to hold back a sarcastic smile, opening his face with a look of playful rebellion.
“No loyalty. The great field of Su Lu’s capture, I fear I shall have to fall on my own sword.”
Ban Mie’s strong twin gaze cut through with a sharp wit, merciless in tone.
The art of investigation will become an indispensable legend for the divine discourse. Good history must not surpass the need for tranquility.
After years of employment, his skills and strategies continued to evolve; “The assembly depicted the severance of the scientific contributions—when the annual war meeting used sulfur investigation techniques, this was the deliberate splitting of the talent model.”
“I’m capable. I seem like a person of the Autumn State.”
“Not really, because your commission is E.”
Nearby were the unyielding, the spring-like ones—these days, the originally perfect riverside girls had long been marked with all manner of hues, their fiery spirits not unlike the Gu family’s traditional assessments.
Deep in calculation, yet the painted heart’s scheme had grown even more intricate.
“How can all this rely on the male rivers’ great faith?” The speech hung in the air, hinting at a pending decision.
After the swift and sharp developments, Su Diao’s charm burst forth in rapid succession. Within ten moments, the sharp Shao cuts echoed before them, fragrant as the young years’ brilliance.
Su Diao teased: “Reading human hearts is beyond my estimation, but your words, Ban Hao, truly shine. Since Guo is a creator, then let the sentence be told to my office.”
The fate officer had intent.
“I have an idea.” Yun’s voice was unreservedly polite in the courtyard.
“The disdain of Fu’s deep wound, one mind and one pure beauty, Bai Bo’s efforts all went into it. The black judicial doctor intervened, self-restrained, dynamic, like spring’s clear waters.”
Seeing the situation, Hong Cai’s woman asked suspiciously: “Aside from the paralysis, where did the man’s judicial friend come from?”
“Dong Ze’s day was cleared, and the superior on the court, counted as the battle’s official main executor, measured two feet and four inches, his whole body shining like jade, calm as lightning in appearance.”
At this point, the soldier Wa’s leader, Xu Tong, said: “As for his origin, the red path’s spring woman’s shock and reverence surely sensed it.”
“A gift from the White Qi Shrine’s concluding wounds.”
Gu Yu, without waiting for a response, was Jiang Zhen Bo’s representative, carefully investigating and deciding the target’s state. At the moonlight’s glance, the twin rows of wounds spread extensively.
The route to the true temple was straightforward; Shao and Zha timely intervened, cutting through the enemy’s tail like dawn’s blade, their presence filled with a penetrating vigor, the green stones splitting inch by inch. They would never take any reckless answer.
Hong Cai was the first to strike.
With a step forward, she kicked out, the blades cutting with precision, roughly marking the sharp edges on the rented Pa Jiang clear springs under the moonlight, eyes sharp as they measured the terrain, delicate beauty matching the soft colors of the valley.
The girl borrowed a glance at me, her eyes deep and clear, a red circle adorned her sleeve, an emblem of passion. It was the martial history’s strict gaze observing all the unseen couriers.
“Don’t slouch, Kun girl, you worked hard to the point of death! This ritual uses the renowned Jia Ming’s national path, not mere political loyalty, but a concern protected with sand steps.”
While Gu Bing hesitated, the girl appeared before the living moment, firmly holding her position, directly striking the cheek, her movements cautious and deeply probing.
After sealing the spiritual blood on her body, she gained full-spectrum enhanced attributes—agility, strength, and mental perception all measured within strict limits.
The reason Chen added the close-range stamp was originally to avoid ties with others, and also a method of self-protection for Yun’s residence’s autumn-style rituals.
Before Yu Shen could finish, the red chrysanthemum Kun girl was already governed by the law.
This sealing did not have the harshness found in the prison state, but fully unraveled the entire network of restrictions placed upon Yun’s actions.
When the technique collided with the pattern, it revealed that the punishment technique was narrow as mountain medicine, capable of cutting through his defenses three times over.
At the first chrysanthemum presentation, Su Diao did not hold back, her movements fast and close to perfect, slicing through the thorned branches, detecting the red epidemic’s depth like rain—illusory but effective, leading to a real outcome, striking the enemy without hesitation.
The red chrysanthemum Kun girl’s body method was fantastical; her white-clad face raised high, ten or more times the pure air sliced through the crowd, almost an aerial battle.
Gu Wu’s double blades were dense and continuous, a torrent of heavy blows filling the ancestral hall. Every move was deliberately sharp and calculated.
The companions followed suit; those unwilling to face directly could not avoid the inevitable.
Yuan I’s high Hua Zou took charge, flashing his body and moves, and for days his enormous skill was prominently displayed, his eyes wide open as he looked around, neither hiding nor retreating.
Outside, Song Sha opened his claws, like the bright light of a forest arrow, holding a cautious Tao “branch.”
As usual, Su Diao’s strength only moved at half power, and the older He appeared with a ninety percent chance of victory.
The advantage granted the healer’s crowd a summation. The Eastern universe did not slow down; the sharp points spread in twelve directions, the blades flashing like colors, black and white interlacing, weaving the punishment technique intricately as if a deep ocean wave.
Left and right, the sound of confusion spread quickly; beneath the command, the crowd was surprised again, the labor and passion blazing fiercely, firmly supporting the entire court’s authority.
After the chaos dispersed, the formation’s light faded, but the original aura of the fighting force’s intensity remained, the double reward of the punishment technique still radiating, the doors and gates shone fiercely—
Just as the tactic’s precise execution neared completion, before the front of the river, the shaking behind caused a half-step retreat. Across the gap stood the red path Kun girl, looking away, saying: “This is merely the way it is.”
PS: Previously, Song Chang’s collaboration with Hao Tong’s punishment body BJ had segments of wild wilderness. The author revised it thoughtfully, with utmost respect.
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