There is a dust-washing banquet in the platform hall of the Imperial League, but I don't know that there is also a dust-washing banquet in the small wine shop on the street that is located in the famous Changguan in the outer city.

Sitting and drinking across from each other are three teenagers.

The one riding the Razor Divine Beast rampant through the streets came from the Tiandong Temple, named Chen Yanzhen. The two sleeves are surrounded by sword qi and breeze, or as thin as a string, or as thick as a dragon without smiling from Kunlun Sword Pavilion, called Yu Qingqi. With a smile on his face and dark eyes, he is from the Imperial League, and he calls himself Shi Zongliu.

Different from the dust washing feast, the three teenagers talked about the customs and the shortcomings of their parents.

For example, Shi Zongliu said that when he was three years old, he learned to lie down to the window and separate his ears, get up on time in the middle of the night every third watch, sneak behind the window of the widow surnamed Du at the head of the village, and listen to the widow and the single brother Gan play a song of babbling and warbler Yanyan, and often have endless fun with their thoughts.

Chen Yanzhen slapped his legs and laughed after hearing this, saying that his hometown town was more boring. Dozens of miles of mountains are barren, counting the town on the other side of the river, there are only a hundred people of the same age.

And none of them can fight.

Pity yourself at a young age, you are deeply troubled by the world's invincible Dugu Lonely, and you can only be accompanied by the divine beasts in the mountains and rivers all day long. Catch a toad in the east, touch a crab in the west, catch a dragon snake in the tree, and then pull a centipede and poisonous scorpion, and trap several masters in the celestial star array set by their own hands to catch and kill. Only the strongest one who is left behind is qualified to fight with him.

Yu Qingqi said bored.

They both looked at him in unison.

I just heard him say that the place where it grows is called Xuanwudang. The water there is clear and beautiful, the folk customs are simple, and there is no dispute with the world.

After more than ten years, the deepest memory is not the lake and the waves, but the old man and the old woman who live by the water on the shore of Xuanwu Mountain Lake and respect each other.

One is called Sun Jiawu and the other is Chen Yiwei......

Speaking of this, Chen Yanzhen in Tsing Yi and Shi Zongliu with a smile on his face didn't want to listen anymore. The two tacitly drank to each other, thinking that sure enough, even if he lived one more life, this guy still couldn't escape the old fate of 'there were two apprentices in the Sword Pavilion that year, one for the sword and the other for love'.

It's boring.

Yu Qingqi didn't care.

He told himself the bits and pieces of the story of the old man and the old woman, from the acquaintance of the young man to the acquaintance of the weak crown, and then to the old age, in just a few decades, he could not compare to the thousands of years of cultivators.

However, the young man with clean sleeves was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Mo on the smoke.

Wind and snow cold.

Ordinary and ordinary.

Light and light.

......

Platform Hall.

Wine has been three rounds, and five flavors have been eaten. Zhao Wumian, the old sect master of the Xuanyang Sect, stood up with the cup in his hand, and the emperor of the east family on the throne had no tears, drank the wine in the cup and said: "The alien race naturally wants to be eliminated, and it must be eliminated. ”

"The question is, who removes it, and how?"

"When the strong people of a hundred schools of thought disagree, what should they do in their own way? It can't be like a plate of loose sand gathered by a rabble, and the wind and snow blow through without a trace, right?"

Zhao Wumian's generous speech stirred up ripples in the platform hall.

Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun looked at each other, thinking that the dust washing banquet had been held since the banquet began, and finally under the guidance of some well-intentioned people and throwing bricks and stones, they had returned to the truth.

There are many people who nod their heads for a while, and there are also many people who talk to each other.

The strange-looking Mulang Evil Monarch on the Tiandong seat curled his forehead and laughed: "Dare to ask Old Sect Master Zhao what he thinks?"

Zhao Wumian said with a smile: "Xuanyang Sect thinks that on this occasion, we should select a fellow Taoist from the heroes of the world who has both virtue and cultivation, and who is worthy of great responsibilities in civil governance and martial arts, and is to be the co-master of the rivers and lakes to give orders and command the heroes. ”

Halfway through Zhao Wumian's words, those treacherous eyes began to secretly look at the reactions and expressions of everyone in the hall.

The seats are extraordinary.

More than ten years ago, sitting and watching the millions of swords in the mountain, almost the world's public opinion is unsurpassed, the master of the Kunlun Seventy-two Strange Peaks Sword Pavilion, Mu Yun Sword City, is drinking with his own junior brother Wang Xiaoer, and his mind seems to be not here.

There are clouds of saints, but no one is perfect. In the eyes of the three generations of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong Nine Golden Orchids, when the ancient sage said this, he must not have expected the appearance of the senior brother thousands of years later.

Otherwise, this supreme philosophical proverb will become: A saint has clouds, but no man is perfect, except for the secret of connecting cities.

At this moment, Tiandong New Saint Liancheng Jue left his seat and sat cross-legged beside Li Xingyun, the Buddha of Nanshan who had achieved positive results. From hundreds of remarks to Buddhist scriptures, from songs and poems to miscellaneous songs, the two chatted about each other frequently. Rao is Li Xingyun's teacher of Bai Zhiqiu, who is also a Buddha and a saint, and Qing cultivated the golden body of a Nanshan Buddha out of Lan, and occasionally there are so many times, and he has to look at some of the views of Liancheng Jue, and he feels that he is worthy of his reputation.

Demon Emperor Lin'er was even more indifferent.

finally left Jueyunling to get rid of the constraints of the 'demon emperor' in my sister's mouth, and he always had to eat enough and play enough to make the trip worthwhile. As for the general trend of the world, turning into foreign demons...... According to my sister's explanation, Tiannan Jueyunling and Bodhi Academy Luo Changfeng attacked and retreated together.

I believe that the same is true of the Tiannan Alliance such as Sword Casting City and Seven Tea Shops.

The sky fell, and there was a head on it. Although he Lin'er once turned into a big demon swallowing the sun, fortunately, he was still not the highest person on the top of the mountain.

Case.

Why worry about all these chores?

Thinking of this, he smiled at the demon clan's Taifu, who was also his mentor. The old lady helplessly brushed her beard, held her glass, and saluted Luo Changfeng of Bodhi Academy.

Beside Luo Changfeng, he looked at his nose and his heart.

The little sage Wang Tingji was drinking his home-brewed Qingshen Mountain wine, and he was still on the job.

Xiao Beilian, the master of the rivers and lakes, was thoughtful.

The armor with the wrong sword at his waist was silent.

Dao Zun Qiu Beixue's eyes locked on the thin old man with a terrifying aura beside the head of the Broken Family, as if he was speculating about the difference between the two of them's sword path cultivation and the Broken Thousand Tribulations.

As for the old monsters living in the six surnames and ten valves, they can't see the depths...... In short, after some observation, Zhao Wumian suddenly felt that the platform hall looked chaotic. Except for those vassal sects of the Imperial Alliance nodding their heads in approval, even the remaining forces didn't seem to take this suggestion to heart.

Stone is like the sea, silent and waveless.

How is it good?

He turned his head to look at the alliance leader on the high position.

The emperor had no tears and a smile on his face. He didn't say anything, just took a casual sip of tea.

Then someone stood up.

Han Yi, the Great Martial Sect of the Great Martial Sect who has been practicing for 30 years of penance on Wujing Mountain and practicing the word gate, is known as the Great Martial Sect of the Great Martial Sect of the Great Martial Sect of the Sect of Ten Thousand Men who is not open for thirty years, and said in an open voice: "It is better to gather strength than to fight separately." What's more, the alien demons are the old enemies of our race, and they already know the roots of the mountains and rivers in this area. In that catastrophe 10,000 years ago, the Heavenly Nine Blades predecessors of the first person in ancient times raised the power of the world and paid a terrible price, how can it be child's play for our generation to learn?"

The platform hall was instantly cleaned.

Han Yi glanced at the dozen or so important figures in the hall and continued: "Han is rude, and he knows that he can't mix in the grievances and grievances between the gate lords. But here, I still have to give a word of advice...... The world is the world of the people of the world! If the people of the world are separated, the world will cease to exist. ”