Covered in snowy snow, under the warm sunshine, she is like a graceful and luxurious beauty, showing all kinds of tenderness.

Past events.

I still remember that he led the horse for thousands of miles without complaining.

I still remember that he was on his back in the black box.

I still remember that he took the moon on Qingjie like a fairy.

I still remember that he slaughtered Wanjia with a gun.

I still remember that he carried the altar and the bowl and the yellow teeth were missing.

I still remember that he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, young master.

......

That young master, the sky was clear, and the air was red and dusty.

He was still smiling innocently, his eyes were godless and godless, all of them were the young man in white shirts.

The white-shirted boy was also laughing, but it was a little ugly.

The pear blossom that was not a girl brought rain.

It has never been the wind and rain of the hot summer in the south of the Yangtze River to moisten the lungs.

The smile was a little far-fetched, and after a while, it was all taken back.

Teary-eyed.

Gou San sniffed childishly, and turned his head as if he didn't want to give the smiling old man a good face.

If you grow up, you still cry.

That must have been the loss of something particularly important.

Some people say: Once, smile was an innate emotion, and later, smile was an unknown mask.

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't wear a mask?

The smiling old man with a stiff figure who was gradually condensed by the red light light slowly restrained his smile, and he quietly waited for the white-shirted young man who was full of eyeballs, although the entire void was suppressed by the group of fake immortals in the distance, thousands of Dao methods were in the air, and the footsteps under his feet did not move.

"You still have the face to call me young master. Gou San knew that he was waiting for him to scold him, so he finally turned around, puffed up his cold eyebrows, and puffed up his speech.

The rickety old man was a little at a loss, nervous and knew that he reached out and scratched his long pale white hair with a messy shawl, and looked panicked.

"Alright. Gou San squeezed his nose and scolded in a low voice, and asked, "Have you had any apricot blossom wine?"

Only then did the rickety old man regain his smiling appearance, squeeze out the wrinkles on his face, and said, "I'm a little hungry." ”

Gou San glared angrily, wiped his palm towards the clouds, and instantly gave birth to a cloud and mist case, of course, it was taken out from the Na ring, and at the same time, he also took out a delicate jade pot for holding wine.

The old and young sat in the clouds, and the apricot blossom wine was mellow.

Looking at the old man sitting opposite, his eyes were so greedy that he couldn't leave the wine jug, Gou San smiled and scolded, and poured the jug.

I still remember the words I whispered not long ago: If you are hungry, you will come to your dreams.

I never thought that I would be able to sit and drink together today, Gou San was not stingy, and poured apricot blossom wine overflowing the jade cup.

Seeing that he couldn't wait to pick up the jade cup, Gou San glanced at him with disdain, and said angrily: "Drink!"

The aroma of wine was overflowing, and Yun Xiaotian, who was about to take five or six steps, also swallowed his saliva fiercely, but he didn't say hello, and it was not easy to sit down.

Gou San first glanced at the top of the snow-capped mountain, and after seeing that the blue light was getting thicker and more rounded, he then looked at Yun Xiaotian and said with a smile: "You are used to drinking peach blossom wine, I don't know if you are used to tasting the apricot blossom wine from my old nine families." ”

Yun Xiaotian smiled and rubbed his hands and sat down, but the case was a few inches away from Gou San's or two people, and he took the jade cup and took a small sip first, and then took a sip, his expression was so unhappy.

Yun Xiaotian lowered his mouth, wiped the aftertaste on the corner of his mouth with his palm, and exclaimed: "Good wine!"

Smelling the appreciation, the old man with his back on his back also laughed lightly, and unconsciously picked up a cup and took a sip of his stomach, nodding frequently.

Such a scene on the snowfield made the distant observers dumbfounded.

Compared to the three people who were drinking in the clouds and the tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals in the distance, they really responded to that sentence.

The peach paradise in front of you, the sea of blood outside the mountain.

The rickety old man who came from the Buddha's angry spear like opening the ghost door can make Gou San change such a person, how many people can there be in this world?

Eighteen ghost generals - ghost eighteen.

Old Nine.

The old nine who made him personally write the word "father-in-law" on the tombstone.

On the snowfield, the entire void was rendered extremely depressed by the Dao Law, and the three crane bone fairy wind old men who were cross-kneeling in the clouds opened their eyes in a dejected manner, and in an instant, the void trembled, and the heavy snow covered the slanting sun.

Ling Feng was like a knife like a sword, his strands were sharp, and the entire void was like a condensing sword with ten thousand handles, and the sword blade that was cold and piercing happened to be aimed at Xi Yun and drinking.

The old man with the crane bone fairy wind put his index finger together into a sword, and when he was erected, he suddenly leaned forward, and in an instant, the ten thousand void swords that trembled in the void went down the mountain and the tiger, covering the wind and snow from all directions to the clouds in the room.

The shadow of the sword covered the sky, and the snowfield became extremely dark in an instant.

Gou San took a sip of apricot blossom wine, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the ancestor of the ancient Snow Clan sitting in the clouds, and just wanted to stand up with a gun to resist, but was stopped by Lao Jiu's young man.

"Young master, drink. ”

Lao Jiu smiled indifferently, and with a light wave of his robe, a blue screen suddenly appeared in the land of Jiu, which turned into a blue light cover, and the brilliance rippled like water.

Tens of thousands of virtual swords covered the sky and the sun poured down, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

And it was this momentum like a rainbow of attack, but it completely stopped outside the shrouded blue light screen, and the phantom sword body bent, and the vibration shook the void several degrees and distorted it.

Even if the momentum outside the wide screen is like a tiger, the three people next to the desk in the cloud are talking and laughing, holding a pot and pouring wine, and drinking together.

Hehe, this pair of people who seem to be master and servant.

Gou San didn't ask Lao Jiu much, he didn't want to ask, or he didn't dare to ask.

In the world, between the heaven and the earth separated by yin and yang, it has broken the turbulent waves of the long river of time, and broken the royal rules of the Hades and the underworld.

The only thing Gou San could do was to pour more apricot blossom wine and pour more.

"Young master, don't blame Lao Jiu. After three rounds of drinking, Lao Jiu restrained and smiled.

Gou San was silent and shook his head.

"Sometimes, even if you can win steadily, you still have to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800, just like a chessboard fall, because there is a son born for the game. Lao Jiu continued to talk to himself in the drinking room: "Shengtian half-son, the four words are very light, but if you want to do it, who among them can really bear it." ”

"Young master, Lao Jiu, don't blame Lao Jiu. ”

"You're done talking. Gou San scolded softly: "It's endless, and you can't drink it." ”

Lao Jiuhan smiled and scratched his head, what the young master said was true, but he hadn't spoken to the young master for so long, and he really couldn't help it.

is different from what Lao Jiu thought, Gou San just wanted to get along in this short time, but the wine in his heart, next time, I don't want him to really dream back, so I can only spill the ground with wine.

The red light that condensed into Lao Jiu suddenly dimmed, and Lao Jiu's face suddenly lost its look, Gou San's heart trembled, and Panasonic asked anxiously, "How long can you last?"

Lao Jiu smiled innocently, he would always answer the young master's questions truthfully: "I borrowed the Tao from the king of Hades for a day, those guys refused, so they could only kill it, come on, there is a black and white impermanence atmosphere, but I can still take care of this side of the matter, and then go back." ”

I don't know if Gou San smacked his tongue, even Yun Xiaotian was shocked.

Want Yama to borrow the way to return the sun for a day?

If you don't want to kill from the underworld?

What the hell is this, and the king of Yama can't cover it with spit?

Gou San's expression suddenly darkened, and he instantly raised his eyes to look at Lao Jiu, and asked, "Then what punishment will you receive after you go back?"

"I heard that it is the eighteenth layer of hell and will not be reborn forever. ”

Lao Jiu didn't say this, he just smiled, just like in Montenegro.

"Who are you!" The three shouts resounded at the same time, and the three crane bone fairy wind old men sitting in the clouds stood up, and the heavy shouts were wrapped in supreme mana, and in an instant, the snowfield avalanche avalanche.

Lao Jiu smiled indifferently, his sleeve robe smashed into the empty void lightsaber, and he stood up, his clothes fluttering behind him.

The white hair is in the wind, the face is sharp, and the rare one is not rickets.

Lao Jiu stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, and a gun came, and in an instant, eight spears of different colors were wrapped in supreme power, and the red spear suddenly held it in his hand, roaring and trembling.

"Eighteen ghost generals under the throne of the Emperor Lion - ghost eighteen. ”