——Then I was almost detained as "Mrs. Yashan".

According to the narration of the insider, this incident left a deep psychological shadow on the master of the Zuo Da pavilion. Since then, he immediately got rid of his "lovely" problem and became more upright and upright.

"Worried about your old lover?" Jun Changwei asked.

"The surname is Jun, you don't want to spit people here," Zuo Liangshi "Hua" Rong pale, "I have nothing to do with them for half a cent, can't I be more innocent? I can see it, you still want it. Avenge your private revenge!"

"If you don't worry about it, then it's easy to handle," Jun Changwei nodded to himself, and threw a second thunder without warning, "The virgin and the moon mother have disappeared with the bird, and the fierce plow mound is now gone. It's a dead place."

"what?"

The jade bottle in Zuo Liangshi's hand "popped" and fell to the ground.

"Didn't you say you don't have to worry?" Jun Changwei sat down on his knees, raised his head and took another sip of wine, "Shut up, or you'll have to kneel on the washboard again."

"What do you know."

Zuo Liangshi finally put away his indifferent expression, sat up straight, and frowned.

"I know that your arithmetic is the worst, but you can still be so sure that the sky is out of control..."

The trajectories of the sun and the moon in the twelve continents are dominated by one hundred and twenty Mutian clans.

The core of controlling the travel of the sun and the moon is the time and year plate on the sacred tree fusang, but in addition, the Sumikuma octagonal is also an extremely important role. The eight spatial coordinate points framed by the eight mountains became the benchmark for determining the orientation of the sun, and the clans guarding the eight poles each took care of a secret of the orbit of the sky.

The sky rails are interlocking, pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

If an accident occurs in the northeast corner, the entire sky track will follow an accident.

"No wonder..." Zuo Liangshi murmured, "No wonder Bai Shi is now like his grandson in front of Tianwaitian..."

"Looks like you really know," Jun Changwei put down the jug, his eyes suddenly sharpened, "Tell me. What is the secret guarded by Jingnu and Yuemu in the northeast corner?"

"You're here to talk, old man."

Zuo Liangshi smiled wryly and shook his head.

He stood up and paced up and down the attic.

"You don't have to say it," Jun Changwei said calmly, the Jin Cuo knife buzzing in its sheath, "but we haven't fought for a long time, haven't we?"

"It's really rude to fight every time you disagree." Zuo Liangshi shook his head and turned back, "I'm not saying it, I'm just thinking... How can you let a guy who has never been in Ding in the arithmetic department listen to you? understand."

Jun Changwei silently pulled out the golden knife.

"What?" Zuo Liangshi laughed, "You did poorly in your exams, so no one will tell you about it? Who is the same as you in Taiyi for so many years?

"No, you are wrong." Jun Changwei pushed the knife back, "Old He is the last five hundred years, Old Ye is four hundred years old, and the highest is the original head of Yan, a thousand years. You forgot. Is it..." He said faintly, "Taiyi's exams, if you didn't get a C-class, you have to go all the way to a C-level..."

Zuo Liangshi was dumbfounded.

When he was young, he was thrown into the Taiyi Sect by his father to "communicate" for a period of time. So far, he is deeply impressed by the atmosphere of Taiyi's three-day small exam and five-day large exam. But he never imagined that Taiyi's group of wonderful people would be so sincere - they have become elders and headmasters, and they can't erase subjects that have not reached the third level.

What the hell is this? !

"You Taiyi..." Zuo Liangshi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shaking his head again and again, "Forget it. Let's get down to business."

He paused.

"Jingnv and Yuemu guarding the northeast corner are actually only for one thing-"

The king is only concentrating.

"Stop the sun and the moon, so that there are no alternates, and the short and the long [1]."

Zuo Liang's poems are solemn and solemn, and the words are thousands of words. The secrets established from the four poles and all directions are unfolded. He looked straight into Jun Changwei's eyes, and found that the old drunkard's eyes suddenly became fierce and aggressive, like a knife.

Zuo Liangshi was shocked.

This reckless man who only knows how to wield a knife turned out to be...

"I don't understand."

Zuo Liangshi was absolutely stunned: "I don't understand why you suddenly look solemn?"

"Cooperate with you." Jun Changwei explained.

"..." Zuo Liangshi took a deep breath, reminding himself that he couldn't beat this lunatic, "Let's explain it to you like this...Fuck," Zuo Da Pavilion Master has maintained his good looks for many years, and he scolded his upbringing. "Master, can I really explain it to someone like you who is last in arithmetic?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Jun Changwei's face did not change. The person who can monopolize the last three hundred years of arithmetic in Taiyizong, and the "elm" face that countless brothers, sisters and elders were so angry at that time, is definitely not something that can be shaken by "uncle" in the main area of ​​Zuoda Pavilion.

"Let's put it that way."

Zuo Liangshi pondered for a moment, waved his robe sleeves, and his spiritual energy was transformed into ten small suns and a bright moon, slowly rotating in mid-air.

"On the tenth day, a circle around the twelve continents is a year. The Xuanyue, the full moon, the moon, the moon, and the moon. It is not the moon of the foggy moon, the Zhaoyue, and the miasma. It is based on the earthly branch. Jianyue. Mist, Showa Miasma, to be more precise, should be called 'seasons'."

"I still understand this." Jun Changwei interrupted.

Zhaoyue, Fuyue and Miasmus are just a habitual name.

Each city will assign the current month to one of Zhao, Mist and Miasma according to the thickness of the miasma fog outside the city. Sow and cultivate in Zhaoyue, harvest in foggy month, and close city in miasma month. The official calendar counts time according to the twelve built months arranged by the earthly branch.