Sword of Coming

Chen Ping stood up suddenly, his vision suddenly opened up, and he cupped his fists respectfully to a visitor from afar.

The boss Sword Immortal is no longer there, and he is equivalent to half of the guests and half of the master of the Sword Qi Great Wall, so of course he needs to help entertain the guests.

Chen Ping glanced, and as far as he could see, an unexpected senior appeared on the vast southern land.

Chen Pingan didn't know what kind of supernatural power the other party had used, which could directly make the landscape restrictions carefully set up by the Jiazi account useless.

Once there is too much difference in realm, it is useless to think too much.

I really envy that old senior who cut himself off and lost his eyes in two worlds. The sky is big and the earth is big. If you want to travel far, where can you not go? If you want to go back to your hometown, who can stop it? Thank you behind closed doors, who dares to come home?

Sure enough, this is the case for cultivating Taoism and climbing high.

When Lord Long saw this person suddenly appearing, he felt a little dignified as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

A gray robe fluttered to the south of the city, condensing a vague figure with sword energy, and the Dragon Lord didn't speak a word, just staring at the only big exception in the wild world.

This perverted old blind man has kept the rules for thousands of years. He just guards his own one-acre three-point land. A clean and unobtrusive picture of mountains and rivers.

Long Jun was jealous of this person, but he was not in awe of him. In fact, Long Jun and the old blind man had known each other for a long time. .

Li Zhen is more savvy, one sees a bad opportunity, and is worried that the gods will fight and the ordinary people will suffer, so without a word, Yu Jian ran away, went all the way north, and even hid directly at the gate, and made jokes with the man holding the sword, and finally asked Zhang Lu if he was there. drink.

The Great Sword Immortal Zhang Lu, who was sitting cross-legged on the horse post, threw a pot of Yulongzong's immortal wine to Lizhen, saying that it was sent by someone from Xiao Xing, so save yourself a drink, I'm the only one who swallows it now Like mud, more than two hundred altars have been accumulated.

Li Zhen felt that the customs of the later generations of the Great Wall of Sword Qi were really harmed by foreign scholars like A Liang and Yin Guan. Today's swordsmanship is not very high, but one can talk better than the other.

Li Zhen leisurely drank wine, bent his fingers, and tapped lightly on the column shaped like a horse, "In front of the gate and behind the gate, there are a total of four stakes. In history, dragons, cattle, horses and apes were tied respectively. It is a pity that we have to overwhelm this gate for the time being. Otherwise, the old man Yuan Shou, who has been greedy for thousands of years, would have smashed one of the pillars when he passed by this place before, and he would take the other three pillars into his pocket before giving up."

Zhang Lu said with a smile: "In the final analysis, it's not that Yang Zhi's concubine can't beat your master."

That Yuan Shou is one of the great monsters on the throne. He carries a long stick with his sword on the battlefield, his long arms are like apes, and a string of rough stones in his hands. They are all majestic mountains that disappeared out of thin air in the history of the wild world. Yuan Shou's big demon was moved away with his natal supernatural powers, and then carefully refined into a bracelet of stone beads.

Yuan Shou has been to Haoran Tianxia this time, Tongye Island in the southeast and Fuyao Island in the southwest. Wherever he went, all the mountains with the Patriarch Hall, no matter how big or small, would be smashed with a stick.

Li Zhen jumped onto another ox stake at the gate, sat cross-legged like that big sword fairy, sipped his drink, and figured out how to abduct a second pot.

Zhang Lu asked: "Your family has lost another round of big moons. Previously, you went back and forth twice on credit, and your breath was bad. Why, she fought with Chen Pingan? It looks like she was seriously injured."

Li Zhen nodded, and regretfully said: "It's just a small loss. Sister Yuyue is so good. She beat the eleventh place at the bottom. It's not easy to catch. She was really angry. She beat Mr. Yinguan to his knees in two or three hits." I kowtowed and called my aunt. My fame was ruined in one day. Fortunately, not many people saw this, just me and Long Jun. And I am the kind of tight-lipped person who likes to keep my words in my stomach, unless... someone Invite me to drink, just chat a little more."

Zhang Lu smiled and said, "I shouldn't have given you wine."

Li Zhen said: "I heard that you and Chen Ping'an are old acquaintances? Have you met many times?"

Zhang Lu patted the dragon stake under his buttocks, "A gatekeeper, foreigners come and go, don't you want to meet me face to face?"

At the beginning of the Thirteenth War, Zhang Lu was defeated, so he was relegated to guard the gate.

Li Zhen raised his head to look at the sky, put the jug in his hand gently on the top of the pillar by his feet, and suddenly laughed in his heart: "Look at the gate, Brother Zhang Lu is right, but not all right. After a thorough investigation, the final result is It’s not without reason that you landed in your hometown. And the little Taoist boy seems to throw a futon at random, sitting near this ox post every day to pass the time, there is a way and a law to follow.”

Li Zhen turned her head, her face full of pity, "You always seem to be so restless, so it's not good to always end up like this."

Zhang Lu actually threw a pot of immortal wine stored in Luhua Island to Li Zhen.

Li Zhen smiled pleasantly: "I thought that I would never be able to drink Immortal Zhang Dajian's immortal wine in the future."

Zhang Lu said: "It's so rare to tell the truth from the truth, and there should be wine to drink."

Li Zhen placed the flagon with wine, and the empty flagon on the left and right by his feet, with a sentimental expression for the first time, and murmured: "It's better not to remember, it's better not to know than to know."

Only those who are truly insightful and have attained the Tao will truly be afraid of the impermanence of the Tao.

Zhang Lu said with a smile: "It seems that Chen Ping won the credit month, which makes you feel bad."

Li Zhen looked at his hand and smiled at the great swordsman who was drinking: "In the past, the spirit wandered beside the osmanthus tree and hung down the human fishing hook. Now I look up at the bright moon, and the land swordsman drinks the heavenly fortune. What a perfect match for the occasion. I will write a poem Doggerel Let’s have a pot of wine with you, don’t let your old friends have no broom in their hands.”

Zhang Lu waved his hand and said: "Get lost."

Li Zhen sighed and had no choice but to open the pot of wine, raised his head and chatted with Huan Bo in silence.

I don’t know what the old blind man wanted when he came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

If the old blind man and the dragon king risked their lives to fight, causing the river bed to change its course, chaos would become even more chaotic.

What does it have to do with me to laugh again from the truth?

Li Zhen cried again, why am I here?

Zhang Lu glanced at the young swordsman, and it seemed that Chen Ping'an still couldn't get any advantage.

The young hidden official who had been trapped in one place for a long time did not lose his mind, but the disciples of Tuoyue Mountain who were completely free were about to go crazy.

Chen Ping'an did not stand on the top of the high city all the time. He took a step forward and fell sharply. He wanted to fall straight to the ground, but before his feet even touched the ground, he received a sword from Lord Long without any warning.

Longjun old dog is too vindictive.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to change his mind slightly and appeared in the strokes of a city wall character closest to the ground.

Try to stay as close as possible to the old man.

It's too disrespectful to speak to an old senior at the top.

It is the magnanimity of the seniors that they don't care about it. Whether the younger generation cares or not is the etiquette of tutoring for the younger generation.

This is not only true for the boss Sword Immortal and the old blind man, it is true for Chen Ping'an in all corners of the country.

There was a listless old dog lying at the old blind man's feet. He was bored, raised a dog paw, and gently scratched the ground.

Chen Ping'an just couldn't break the ban on Jiazi tent, otherwise he would definitely call Senior Long Jun from the bottom of his heart and hurry up to see his relatives, the one on the ground.

The old blind man first said to Long Jun: "If we don't want to fight, I will have a few words with Mr. Yin Guan."

Long Jun nodded.

Although the old blind man has a bad temper, he can always trust what he says.

Then the old blind man turned his head and said, "Which one is more comfortable for you to speak, the dialect of the Sword Qi Great Wall or the elegant dialect of the wild world?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Follow your seniors."

The old blind man smiled. Chen Qingdu really liked this kind of junior who was round on the outside and square on the inside, and seemed to be easy to talk to.

Chen Qing doesn't like to talk to others about his inner feelings, and he has done so since ancient times.

Just like A Liang crawled all the way up the mountain and showed off in front of his house in his early years, saying that a man who only likes to drink alone must have many stories.

Of course, in addition to boasting and flattering, A Liang said that the host and guests were all men with stories, and he also wanted to deceive some old events from the old calendar from himself.

The old blind man didn't even allow him to fulfill his wish. As for the wine that A Liang came to bring, it was nothing if he didn't drink it.

The old blind man suddenly kicked the old dog at his feet and cursed: "You have ascended to the realm, how can you not see money without money?! Or is there shit on the ground to eat?"

The old dog was almost able to dig out a lost magic weapon of acceptable quality from the depths of the battlefield.

After a few rolls and a whimper, it simply lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Chen Ping'an smiled as usual. It was true that a great demon in the Ascension Realm was competing with a junior in the Nascent Soul Realm to compete for some treasure of heaven and earth to gain some face.

The sickly old dog opened his eyelids and glanced at the young hidden official in a bright red robe. He heard from the swordsmen who were visiting the mountain that this young man was the master of picking up money. Old blind man, you are really blind. Instead of scolding outsiders, you scold your own dog.

The old blind man asked the young man in the most elegant language of the wild world: "How do you know where the hiding place of Xianyue is? She has been hiding in Tuoyue Mountain for a few years, so she shouldn't be in the summer palace. Archival records.”

"Junior is taking a gamble!"

Chen Ping'an didn't even bother to use his heartfelt voice and said directly: "I almost sacrificed the three worlds, big and small, at the same time. Shenyue was still calm and composed. She didn't even choose to rely on her natal moon soul to break through the formation arrogantly and exchange the avenues with me. So she gave me the answer almost for free. She was also betting that I couldn't find her. I maintain three large formations at the same time, which requires a loss of spiritual energy, but she can do that Heart Moon Wall Viewing, why not for."

Chen Ping'an gently clenched his fist and knocked on his heart, and said with a smile: "Far away in the sky and close in front of us, what is closer than in front of us is of course our own state of mind as Taoists. We have all seen the bright moon, so we all have the bright moon in our hearts, or it is bright Or dim, even if it is just an afterimage of the lake in the heart, it can be the best hiding place for Qiangyue. Of course, the premise is that the realm of Qiangyue and his opponent are not too different, otherwise he will fall into a trap. When he meets a junior, Qiangyue Yue can be so supportive, but if she meets a senior, she will never dare to act so recklessly."

As for some truths and some suspicions of being exaggerated, Chen Pingan was embarrassed to speak to the old man.

So what if you, Xianyue, have to take advantage of me in my world and successfully deliver the first two swords. What will happen is that you, Xianyue, need Long Jun to use his sword to block my second sword.

The old blind man nodded.

When he was younger than Chen Qingdu, he was much more thoughtful.

At that time, among the many sword cultivators in the world, the one who watched and thought the most, and planned before taking action, Long Jun could only shout and kill, showing off his sharp edge. When Chen Qingdu was drawing his sword, he liked to open his eyes the most, looking at the world and the sky. You have to learn everything. As for your brain and heart, it seems that at the same age, they are really not as advanced as the hidden official in front of you.

So there are no good scholars.

The old blind man asked again: "What if Qian Yue is willing to give up one or two life moon souls for free, but also wants to smash your weird flying sword?"

Chen Ping shook his head, and finally said from his heart: "If she can't do it, I just let her go. I will remove the bird in the cage, and only keep the moon at the bottom of the well. At worst, I will use the seal of five thunders." In exchange for her 10-20% Moon Soul, to help me temper the Feijian Jingdiyue. Even so, in the end the sale is not a loss, but a profit."

With the pure spirit of the bright moon in the sky, tempering the moon at the bottom of the well, and sharpening the edge of the sword, even if Chen Ping just thinks about it now, he feels that if there is a chance to reunite with Credit Moon in the future, both parties can still give it a try.

In fact, Chen Pingan didn't have much obsession with whether he could keep the credit month or not.

Especially through the manifestation of certain avenues when he smashed the moon with a flying sword, Chen Pingan roughly learned that Credit Moon hardly killed people in Haoran Tianxia, ​​and Chen Pingan didn't have too much murderous intentions.

Previously, Credit Moon had just ascended to the top of the city, and she was regarded as a demon clan in the wild world.

Of course, Chen Ping'an killed it as quickly as he could, because he was still on the battlefield, and what Chen Ping'an was facing seemed to be the monster army from the whole wild world.

But when it turned into a veritable fight, Chen Pingan immediately changed his mood.

What's more, Chen Ping'an was also worried that Credit Moon would become angry from embarrassment, and returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi with his full body, to fight him to the death.

So in the end, he stopped and only took half of her moon soul.

Chen Pingan thought of this, looked up at the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars are always in motion, there was originally a void where the moon was used to practice Taoism, she plucked the moon to the world, a bright moon, every month is divided into twenty, I got one of them. Very contented.

If it is placed in the middle-ranked lotus root blessed land in my hometown, there will be an extremely bright round of hanging moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be full of moons, and people will gather when the moon is full.

Every year on August 15th, the full moon is like a big mirror, and everyone in the blessed land of the world, admiring the moon is like facing a mirror, except yourself, you can see everyone you want to see.

Of course, it was agreed, and Chen Pingan was not at all reluctant to give the gift to the Kaishan disciple as a martial arts breaker.

On the ground outside the city, the old blind man nodded slightly.

Although this hidden official's status as a scholar is inevitably a bit of an eyesore, but a young man is smart enough to be sure that he is right. It would be even better if he could hope for a better world.

In history, there was once a scholar who was born as a novelist in the vast world. He first traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then came to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Only write about how the world is real, only need to write about all the tragedies in the world, poor people, how the readers feel, and never take responsibility, let alone whether the readers are desperate or even numb. Unbearable...

In the end, the old blind man, who was tired of listening, slapped him half to death regardless of the situation.

It's not how the old blind man got angry with those words, there are so many ways, you can go as you please. It's not a son or a disciple, the old blind man is too lazy to take care of it.

It's just that if you come to my house in the mountains, break the rules first, and dare to come empty-handed, you have to leave something behind.

The reason why he was only half dead was not that the old blind man was merciful, but that the old novelist patriarch rushed over and rescued the remaining soul of the other party, and brought it back to Haoran Tianxia.

There was also A Liang who was gloating at his misfortune, with an expression on his face that I didn't do anything.

Later, Ah Liang went and came back, and it was rare for him not to drink and said a few human words. No matter how well written such a masterpiece is, it is still not good enough. I am still a coward, and I want to pull readers to share the unbearable suffering in my heart.

Even if it is the same as the writing, no matter how good it is but not the best writing, I still have two thoughts. In the end is to write cold words with enthusiasm, or the words are as cold as the mind.

It is a world of difference whether I hate the great compassion of the world, or just hate the sentient beings in the world for not sharing my sorrows and sufferings.

The same text, the same tragic essay, but with hot and cold hearts. Ordinary people flip through books casually, and they don't know if they don't know it. If a scholar wants to cultivate Qi Zhiping, how can he not know.

The old blind man asked him why he didn't write it himself.

That idiot just leaned against the chaimen, ran his hands through his hair, and said that I have seen too many novelists who don’t write books with pens, and only write with life in the world, shining brilliantly. decades.

Some were fascinated by reading it, and some were heartbroken by seeing it, but they were all really good essays in his A Liang's heart.

Chen Pingan saw that the old senior was silent for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Senior came this time, did you have something for the younger generation to do?"

The old blind man put away his thoughts, shook his head, "Just to take a look."

That old dog only dared to slander in his heart, the old blind man lost both eyes, let's see your uncle.

It kind of misses that naughty Ah Liang, the old blind man will be more helpless only when he meets that guy.

Chen Ping'an suddenly bowed and saluted.

The old blind man smiled and said, "Why, are you trying to encourage me to work harder?"

After Chen Ping straightened up, "The younger generation is grateful for the great disappointment of the older generation, but it has been able to be disappointed alone for ten thousand years."

As the old saying goes, the towering mountains are the injustice of nature.

This senior who has been imprisoned for 10,000 years feels even more aggrieved.

The old blind man nodded, raised his skinny hand, scratched his cheek, and smiled for the first time, "Very well, I almost couldn't help but beat you half to death. It's really smart enough, and he knows how to cherish blessings. Otherwise, I don't think there will be a dragon Jun and Liu Cha have come to trouble you."

Chen Ping smiled wryly.

This old man who made the boss Sword Immortal pay two special visits doesn't seem like a joker.

The old blind man turned and left.

Indeed, I just came here to have a look and chat casually.

As for Long Jun, the old blind man has nothing to say, and the other party must be the same. Old friends from the past are like strangers.

The old dog in the Ascension Realm followed behind the old blind man.

The Dragon Lord also lost his figure and returned to an empty gray robe.

Chen Ping suddenly shouted: "Senior, how is Ah Liang?"

The old blind man didn't turn his head, and said: "Being a bastard supporting the mountain, I'm so happy."

Chen Pingan was both worried and relieved. It seemed that if A Liang came often when he was free, there was no need to think about it for the time being.

The last time Chen Ping took a look, the landscape restriction had been reopened, but what he saw in his heart was the Tuoyue Mountain, facing the Great Wall of Sword Qi far away. The mountains and rivers are very different, but the deceased is safe.

I want to drink again.

Chen Pingan sneakily took out a jug of wine from Feijian Fifteen, and then sneakily moved it to Qiankun Xiaotiandi in his sleeve. As soon as he took out the jug from his sleeve, and wanted to take a sip, the jug was smashed by Long Jun with a sword. Smash it with wine.

Chen Ping took it for granted, disappeared in a flash, returned to the top of the city, walked like that student disciple, swaying his shoulders and sleeves, and said loudly that the stinky tofu was delicious, and the stewed old dog meat must be even more delicious. A must.

Chen Pingan didn't know, he couldn't see the world outside the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

But the old blind man clearly "can see" the scenery of the city.

Taking advantage of the old blind man's mood, the old dog murmured: "I didn't provoke him, and I only met him once, and he started to miss my body, hate it."

The old blind man sneered: "You are also worthy of provoking the hidden officials of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who will borrow your guts?"

The old dog didn't dare to refute, only dared to obediently wag his tail and beg for mercy.

On a piece of land thousands of miles away from Tuoyue Mountain, the place where the old blind man stopped was temporarily circled as a forbidden area.

There is a jug of fine wine. The old blind man left this thing here on purpose.

The big monster stationed at Tuoyue Mountain didn't even move the flagon, they just let it stand alone on the ground with one eye closed.

Even if the jug of wine has been confirmed, there is nothing unusual about it, it is just an ordinary jug of wine. Still no big monster moved it.

For thousands of years, in the barren world, the strong are respected.

The old blind man who separated from one side is one of the few fourteen realms in the world.

In today's wild world, after that Xiao Yu walked through the ancient well and abyss, there is another one, but she joins the wild world with luck, not purely with the flying sword of her own destiny.

The Fourteenth Realm is too mysterious and unfathomable. No one can ask where the gap between the two is.

In fact, you can ask Ah Liang at the foot of Tuoyue Mountain, but who dares to provoke, add fuel to the fire, and make the situation worse? Do you really think he can't do without Tuoyue Mountain?

Tuoyueshan and Aliang are not only suppressing, but also a kind of delicate situation.

After all, it was Ah Liang himself who didn't want to give up that road and came to ask Jian Tuo Yueshan.

A great demon female cultivator who was regarded as Lizhen's senior sister according to her seniority, with the beauty and figure of the world, came to the chaotic void under Tuoyue Mountain.

She looked at the Confucian figure sitting cross-legged from a distance, with a large number of golden characters as a futon, quite like an outsider who came here to borrow mountains to practice Taoism.

She couldn't understand why this man would make such a choice. Mr. Wenhai Zhou once explained to her the true meaning of "people don't kill heaven and earth for themselves".

So she didn't understand Ah Liang's self-destructive behavior even more.

The slovenly man saw the Tuoyueshan female cultivator, and immediately sat up straight, and said, "Sister Xinzhuang, why do you still have the old makeup when we met back then? It's really poetic and picturesque to meet old friends."

The female demon named Xinzhuang recalled it from memory, then frowned and said: "Fart your fart!"

My own nonsense, hit the iron plate?

Ah Liang was the least afraid of this kind of situation, and said affectionately: "It seems that Sister Xinzhuang still remembers the first meeting between the two of us, which greatly comforts my heart. There are a few good men who are worthy of Sister Xinzhuang's memory for a hundred years. "

Xin Zhuang sneered and said, "If you had another choice, would you hack me to death with a few swords?"

Ah Liang was a little ashamed, the old lady was really good at making nasty remarks, and I couldn't stand it.

Xin Zhuang didn't understand the deep meaning, and only thought that this man was wandering thousands of miles again, distracted from controlling the sword intent, and suppressing the vision of the void under the feet of both sides.

A Liang felt that the opportunity was rare, so he had to use his trump card.

It's a rare reunion. I'm still handsome, and my swordsmanship is even better. I think that sister is used to it, so let's have some wit and beauty.

Ah Liang coughed and moistened his throat.

Never wanted Xinzhuang to sneer and said, "Shut up."

This man once traveled far away in the wild world with his sword alone, and because of the constant troubles, many big monsters have seen his posture of holding a sword with their own eyes.

Supporting his back with both hands, he chanted poems aloud, euphemistically called the Sword Immortal, Shixian Tongfengliu. You must know that behind him, he is still chasing and killing the big monster with the Boom of Jujutsu.

Ah Liang sighed, the beauty was puzzled, and it was the worst thing to let her lover down.

Xin Zhuang asked: "You have such a realm, why don't you cherish it?"

A Liang said: "I can answer sincerely, but Sister Xinzhuang also needs to listen to my words first."

Xinzhuang nodded.

Sure enough, there was no surprise at all.

I saw the man clapping his hands on his knees, smiling and reciting poems.

Not many smiles, and a loud voice, "This is my original three farewell song, Ah Liang."

The road to Shu is difficult, I will drink wine, sleepwalking and chanting, don't stay.

The pipa line, the song of eternal regret, and the farewell of the ancient grassland.

Mourning the king and grandson, having no family, Danqing cited General Cao as a gift.

"If it's not a bet, or it's actually replaced by the Nigong Mountain, the negative salary line, and the one hundred and five day and night against the moon. It's also very good."

"Washing soldiers and horses, gifting Huaqing, and looking for quatrains alone by the river. Well, it seems better to change to Sanchuan Guanshui Rising Ten Rhymes."

"My good fellow, this kind of literary thinking is gushing like a spring, and I can't stop it like a cart wheel. It's so powerful."

Xinzhuang said: "Have you had enough nonsense?"

Finally, Ah Liang nodded, with a half-smile on his face. He clenched his fists on his knees and said to himself: "What a Jia Sheng after weeping, and there is no one left. What a drunk, don't laugh. Please help me." Gentlemen, bring wine to watch."

Xinzhuang quietly waited for that answer.

Why don't you, Ah Liang, cherish the Fourteenth Realm of a swordsman so much.

"Because I cherish this hard-won Fourteenth Realm very much."

Ah Liang didn't play a rogue, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, Sister Xinzhuang is not young and has traveled far too little, so I don't understand. After all, she is not a swordsman with a hard heart."

Xinzhuang was silent.

Whether it is a swordsman or a swordsman, the whole world recognizes it.

Only this man tried too hard to "pretend" to be a gentleman, which is really annoying. I always feel that there is no need to be like this, just to be your sword fairy.

Xin Zhuang once asked Mr. Zhou how he would choose if there were people like A Liang in Haoran Tianxia.

Mr. Zhou said with a smile, then I will not come to your hometown, and the reason why Ah Liang is Ah Liang is because there is only one Ah Liang.

According to legend, the reason why Ah Liang, who wields a sword alone, ran amok in the wild world several times, is actually to find Zhou Mi, the "Jia Sheng" who had no choice but to cry with ghosts and gods in the past.

It's just that Zhou Mi is still unwilling to see him.

A Liang stood up suddenly, with a solemn expression, and recited in a deep voice the words in the book that he had learned from when he was young and had received his great inspiration early.

The eyes are extremely ten thousand li, the heart travels in the wilderness, the courage breaks through the ground, and the sky is proud of it.

Clouds are steaming, dragons are changing, and trees are blooming in spring. The good fortune is in me, the heart and the hand?

All Aliang's words turned into golden characters as big as mountains, and fell into the abyss under the golden futon.

The text even more manifested the golden flood dragon, the spring breeze tree flowers, haunting the white clouds, suppressing the evil spirit that soared into the sky.

A Confucian sage, full of righteousness. The mouth contains the constitution of heaven, and the words follow the law.

Extremely far underground, there was the movement of the ground breaking that day, as if the road was blocked, and he had to retreat temporarily, but the residual momentum still slowly spread to the golden futon.

Let that new makeup just feel thrilling.

The man wiped his head with his hands, and asked with a demonic smile on the Tuoyue Mountain woman: "Scholar, are you fierce or not?"