The red-robed An Hongdou held the pink baby girl in her arms and walked side by side with Luo Changfeng. Walk through the long winding path, all the way to the fragrance of flowers and birds, until you reach the gate of the college.

The two stopped.

Luo Changfeng, who was dressed in a black robe and full of silver hair, turned around and lowered his head to tease the little bean sprouts that were smiling with joy. Then stretched out his index finger, the little bean sprouts were very face-saving, the snow-white little hands were held tightly, and the hands were dancing and having fun.

Luo Changfeng raised his head, quietly looked at the person in front of him and said softly, "Let's go." ”

An Hongdou hummed lightly: "My child and I are waiting for you at home." ”

Luo Changfeng froze in place, in a trance for a long time before he smiled. Gently pulling out the little bean sprouts' clenched index finger, Luo Changfeng touched An Hongdou's cheek, and then turned around.

Tears slipped.

It's just a moment, like a world away.

Because of that moment, Luo Changfeng realized that he had a home.

kept thinking in his mind, 'I and the child are waiting for you at home', Luo Changfeng secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked down the stairs. Looking at Li Xingyun and Liluo, who had been waiting for a long time, and everyone in the academy, he smiled.

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Tibing Mountain, Tibetan Soldier Valley.

Jinyi Jiang Manlou held an ink attack, and wandered around his own lively organ city, followed by many brothers.

As he walked, the head of the world's first family suddenly screamed. Then he raised his left foot and jumped up and down and howled.

"Oops......"

"No, no, no. ”

"It's twisted to my toes. ”

"It hurts me. ”

"The old man died painfully......"

Behind him, the two brothers in the big red robe in the past, who are now responsible for taking care of many matters in the mansion and the operation of the organ city, are worthy of being the henchmen of Prince Jiang Manlou's companion.

One person takes off his boots.

One person rubs his feet.

Jiang Manlou's face was painful, he screamed a few times like killing a pig, and then lay paralyzed, and instructed the brother who was in charge of writing in the three thousand red robes in the past and said: "Send the Imperial League to the leader of the alliance, the foolish brother is sick, and I am afraid that he will not be able to get out of bed in March or May." It's a pity that I can't go to the World Conference!"

......

The hinterland of the Twelve Star Rivers in the east of the sky.

The refreshing east wind stirs the tender green new leaves, and the light and shadow in the forest are swaying, which is a good season for spring sleep.

In front of the temple, a teenage boy in a green robe yawned, stretched his waist and sat up from the back of the huge Razor Divine Beast stone statue, and glanced lukewarmly into the distance.

Liancheng Jue, who had been promoted to the new saint of the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, walked towards him, followed by Jiu Jinlan, the decision-maker of the three generations of the Eight Hundred Sects.

A burly djinn.

Its unsightly little Tianyin.

The evil king of Mulang in red clothes and red hair, pinned with peach blossoms.

No matter when and where you look at it, it's just a child's little wood.

The arms are like chains, and the lonely ones who carry the Tibetan Blade giant sword are thousands of them.

The greedy wolf, who successfully entered the realm of the catastrophe not long ago with a cloud splitting sword, and the little junior brother who pushed the wooden wheel cart were disguised, and the weak son Ye Xichao was sitting in the car.

Junzeyu is naturally not among them.

A group of nine people walked to the temple in an orderly manner.

Looking at the young man in Tsing Yi with a calm expression on the back of the Lei Ze Divine Beast, Liancheng Jue, who had already been valued as the Holy Lord of Tiandong, took the lead in performing the salute and making a pilgrimage ceremony.

Behind you, all the juniors and disciples have learned from each other.

This group of three generations of wizards in the past who dared to change the sun and the moon into a new day, and now the eight hundred sects in power are respectful and respectful in front of the young man in Tsing Yi, and even the arrogance engraved in his bones has been gone.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who was riding on the back of the Razor Divine Beast with his legs, waved his hand, got up and said impatiently: "Everything is fine, just go." ”

Lian Cheng Jue smiled: "Would you like to join the disciples?"

The young man in Tsing Yi suddenly used force and pinched the Razor Divine Beast. Even though the statue was already fossilized, the world-shaking beast was still in pain, and opened its mouth slightly.

The young man said angrily: "No, no, no. The generations are different, so you can't play together. ”

The bewitching-looking Mulang Evil King hid his face and smiled.

The weak son Ye Xichao also shook his head with a wry smile.

Even the city no longer insisted on it, and before leaving, he once again held the pilgrimage gift.

The young man in Tsing Yi suddenly remembered something: "Old Nine ......"

Lian Cheng Jue continued: "The Imperial League is known as impregnable, and if the World Association wants to save King Ming this time, it still needs to be planned from scratch." Therefore, the Ninth Senior Uncle left ahead of schedule, and he should have been in the Thirteen Kings City at this moment. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi asked again: "The third ......"

Lian Chengjue said again: "Third uncle, cough cough, he's still fishing." ”

Referring to the master who forgot to be in the mountains and rivers, Xiao Tianyin touched his nose in embarrassment.

In this regard, the young man in Tsing Yi is also helpless.

I had to wave my hand.

Liancheng Jue and Jiu Jinlan retired.

When everyone was gone, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the sun and enjoyed the spring rest with open arms. Then he grabbed the head of the stone statue of the Razor Divine Beast: "Go meet an old friend." ”

The giant beast in front of the temple

Like Mougins opening his eyes. Shaking his body, the stone statue cracked. Sudden thunderclouds rolled over the Twelve Star River, and a man and a beast disappeared in front of the temple.

......

Dozens of sword qi swept across the sky and landed in front of the highest pavilion hall of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks in Kunlun, turning into a terrifying figure with a terrifying aura.

There are old people, there are old women.

The two young people in the Star Picking Pavilion sat opposite each other and played a game.

Naturally, it is the royal sword Muyun Sword City who is full of sword intent, and the mediocre sword king Xiao Er, who has an ordinary appearance and an ordinary breath.

Muyun Sword City looked down at the black and white staggered falling pieces on the nineteenth path of vertical and horizontal passages, and noticed that dozens of similar sword intent auras appeared outside the Star Picking Pavilion, and casually threw the black pieces in his hand into the chess basket. glanced at Wang Xiaoer and said, "It's boring." ”

Although he has been in the same family for many years, he has long been accustomed to Wang Xiaoer's standing and style.

But whenever Muyun Sword City is in it or thinks about it by chance, he still often sulks, and it is also the kind that is easy to suffocate.

No way.

Since the bank of the cape brought back the ten-year-old boy back to the mountain, the two have discussed the sword thirteen times in front of the young man, and they tied.

Twelve match-ups, tie.

Eleven times boiled wine, tie.

The most depressed time, Muyun Sword City swung his sword and slashed half of the night sky above the head of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, during which there were no stars for several nights......

Wang Xiaoer smiled. Then meticulously separate the pieces and pick up the basket.

Muyun Sword City looked more and more angry, and without saying a word, he turned into a shocking sword light and swept out of the Star Picking Pavilion.

Wang Xiaoer is still methodical.

After packing up all the chess pieces, he got up, respectfully saluted the young man who was sitting on the top of the night sky and could pick stars, and then walked out of the pavilion slowly......

The seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun are located in Zhongzhou, which is very close to the Thirteen Kings City. Wang Xiaoer thought that even if he led the Kunlunmen people on foot, it would only be a one-day journey, and there was no need for Edgeworth to ride the wind.

sighed helplessly, thinking that it was time for my senior brother's temper to be contained.

Muyun Sword City naturally couldn't hear this, but in the blink of an eye, his imperial sword had already reached the outside of the Thirteen Kings City.

At the same time, at the same time.

Su Xiaofan, Wei Yangsheng and Wu Xiuyang, who came from Tiandong to fight Julu, arrived at Mogancheng, the thirteen kings, by horse.

The gates were wide open.

Behind the three of them, Dongchu Iron rode 180,000.

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