In a wonderful place in the underworld, there is a crisp and pleasant sound from afar, and the low and heavy Xun sound is played together, which is even more ancient, but it stops abruptly at the moment when the blue shadow is approaching.

Walking for nearly a few miles, Siwujun was illuminated by the warm sun, looking up at the white clouds and looking around, but he felt that the arrangement was not deliberate, mixed with the world, making people feel the idle inaction of fighting endlessly in different underworlds.

However, the wise man has a keen sense of spirituality, but Si Wujun is a little aware of the indisputable atmosphere, a sharp and sharp spirit, and he can't help but contemplate in a low voice: "With the light and dust, with the time Shu roll; The scales are submerged, and the thinking belongs to the wind and clouds. But...... Hmmm......"

The thatched cottage of the perched crane is in sight, the footsteps of the four Wujun are approaching, the grass is full of vitality, several white cranes stand tall in the courtyard, they are not afraid of the approaching of the living, and the god of hope is very handsome.

Across the low bamboo fence, Si Wujun stopped and passed the sound inside: "The four Wujun of the underworld Tianyue, I have been recommended by my friend Yuntao Mengbi to come to visit the Tianyu guest." ”

When the voice fell, a young man with a handsome face walked out of the house, and opened the door through the courtyard to greet him: "Guests, please come in." ”

Although this young man is not weak in martial arts, his foundation is no more than Jiazi, and he should not be the right master he is looking for. Thinking about it, Si Wujun returned the courtesy and followed inside, walked to the pavilion with the young man, and sat down calmly.

"The younger generation of the remnant goose, the family teacher has not yet been out of the customs, if the guest has something, you may wish to leave a message to me. When the tutor is out of the customs, the juniors will tell him immediately. ”

As the remnant goose spoke, he skillfully took out the tea set from the side, Si Wujun watched the young man's every move, seeing that he first took two cups with his hand, and then paused before continuing to move, Si Wujun had a number in his heart, and said: "Ha, let's not mention the business for the time being, is it the best Zhaojun White Crane Tea?"

"Oh, and the guests are tea lovers, too?"

"I don't like it, but I have a little bit of a taste for the tea ceremony. ”

Glancing at the house not far away, Si Wujun's words became heavier, and then he looked at the remnant goose in front of him. This young man has a golden and iron chill, although he has been hidden in the mountains for a long time, but the young edge cannot be hidden.

After a little calculation in his heart, Si Wujun asked, "Xiaoyou has always lived here?"

"That's right, the mountains are self-sufficient, and occasionally there are needs, and two friends from Shizun come to the door to bring a little. ”

After answering, he put down the teapot and listened to several old friends of his master describe the wonderful outside world, and the remnant goose had already been curious and longing, and when he saw outsiders, he couldn't help but ask, "Is the outside world wonderful?"

"There are good and bad, although the mountains are idle and unrestrained, but there are few wonderful rivers and lakes. For some people, the rivers and lakes are an endless hell, and they are always thinking about retreating. And for those who are unwilling to be silent, countless bizarre visions of the bitter realm, even if there are turbulent waves and incomprehensible enmity attacks, it still makes people want to stop. ”

"Jianghu ......"

Seeing that the remnant goose was moved, he couldn't help but stay deliberately, Si Wujun drank all the tea, didn't say much, got up and raised his feather fan and said: "Tea is good tea, but it's a pity that Si Wujun still has Tianyue important things to deal with, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time." ”

Seeing that Si Wujun got up and wanted to leave, the remnant goose came back to his senses and said with some surprise: "Mr. has nothing to tell me?"

"Ha, since the Lingshi is in retreat, it is useless for the four Wujun to stay more. See you next time."

seems to have no concern about being turned away, and Si Wujun left after speaking, without dragging mud and water. When the blue shadow faded away, the remnant goose reflexively showed puzzlement, and asked the person who had never shown up: "Master, Si Wujun left lightly like this?"

"Those who know do not speak, and those who speak do not know. Remnant Yan, you showed a flaw when you made tea, and Si Wujun has reminded you twice. ”

"Ah, what's the flaw?"

"If I go into retreat for a long time, should you usually use one teacup or two teacups?

"This, isn't he equally aware of the fact that the master is not in retreat?"

"yes, that's why he walked so fast. Heh, should I say that Si Wujun is worthy of being the chief military advisor of Tianyue, or is he an extraordinary person who is the friend of Yuntao's dream pen?"

The man in the room had a strong male voice, and said with a light smile across the wall: "What, listen to his words, you are moved, and you want to enter the rivers and lakes?"

“…… Is the master allowed it?"

"Do nothing, do nothing, do nothing, prosperous, chaotic and free. ”

The people in the room sighed with emotion, and after being silent for a long time, Yu Tianyuke sighed: "You can't stay, if you want to go, I won't stop you." ”

There are also different thoughts about taking advantage of the situation, and as soon as the words of Yu Tianyu Ke fell, a long sword suddenly flew out of the room and was firmly inserted into the ground in front of the remnant goose.

"It's not as good as the crane thatched cottage outside, you have to be careful in everything. This sword, called the Chill Shearwater, was used in my early years, and I will pass it on to you today. ”

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The wind blows the forest, the heart is like numbness, and it is difficult to determine the wind and sorrow. On Yundu Mountain, Yue Lanfang, who had restored her former costume, stood in front of a page of writing, with a look of hidden determination.

"The deceased is gone, and you have lost your way, and you have no intention of pursuing the past in a single page. I hope that you will act in the future as you do now, and your heart will be firm in your righteousness. ”

"Thank you seniors for your forgiveness. On that day, the younger brother of Jing and the Holy Lord of Tianyue united to put the seniors in danger, and Yue Lanfang felt deeply guilty about this, and her conscience was still uneasy. ”

"I have no hindrance, but although the Son of Heaven has been defeated, but in his mental outlook, you must be quite prepared. ”

It doesn't take a page to say everything, Yue Lanfang has already felt her resoluteness. knows her own brothers very well, how can Yue Lanfang not know that the Son of Heaven will never be satisfied with the status quo, and a comeback is only expected.

Under the light of the Buddha, the chaotic thoughts gradually settled, Yue Lanfang bowed and said: "This matter is not firmly in the hands of the seniors, Yue Lanfang will deal with it herself." The events of the year were made up by Khan Qing, and they should be edited by Khan Qing. ”

"This is a blood relationship between you and him. Let you face the Son of Heaven, it is inevitably unkind. ”

"It is precisely because he is his own brother that when he made a mistake, Yue Lanfang did not think about guiding, but instead reversed the seizure of power, which made the struggle more intense, and it was even more wrong to make mistakes. ”

After closing his eyes and muttering for a moment, a page of the book sighed: "Hmm...... It's just that you have a sense of your determination on a page of the book, but the movements of the Son of Heaven are unknown, do you have any plans for this?"

"Yue Lanfang knows where he is going, and today I am here to ask for my resignation because of this, and I beg my seniors to allow it. ”

"If you have made up your mind, a page of the book will tell you the truth, and you will live up to your trust. But if you can't do it, I hope you cherish yourself. ”

"The juniors understand, the seniors are invited. ”

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On Fuyang Gang, the voices of people are boiling, and the wine is soaring. Not very accustomed to drinking in a crowd of people, Ji Wufang turned his face sideways and said in a strange tone: "Is this where you pay off your wine debts?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid of accidents here. ”

After answering quickly, Wen Renran held the wine bowl in his hand and collided with Heng Qianqiu. The warm atmosphere infected the body and mind, and Wen Renran also put aside the recent depression, took a sip hesitantly, let go and shouted: "Uncle Heng, the wine is good wine, but it's not interesting without your jokes, why don't you have a while?"

"Ever since my lovely little change died, you've been the brother who can best understand my thoughts. ”

slapped his thigh in a rough voice, and was scratched by Wen Renran on the itch at the bottom of the center, Heng Qianqiu stared at him like an old cow, and shouted: "Stop, this overlord is going to tell a joke, if anyone is not happy to laugh, I will make him look good!"

Heng Qianqiu's words fell, and suddenly the sound of "poof" around was endless. Disgusted by Heng Qianqiu's jokes, Fuyanggang and his barbarian brothers fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

Deeply indignant at Wen Renran's "sinister intentions", the Demon King of the Mixed World looked at Wen Renran with hatred in his eyes, and said: "Big brother, your jokes have been heard too many times by the brothers, I think it is better to let this friend tell jokes, and it is more innovative for everyone to change their tastes." ”

"Well, that's it...... Good idea, but it's not fun enough,"

Heng Qianqiu's brain was not very good, and after listening to what Dinghun said, he yelled after drinking it: "Wen Renran, why don't we play a game where the jokes are more funny, and whoever loses will drink more five jars of wine?"

"Five Altars ......"

I can't agree to this, Heng Qianqiu, aren't you going to die! Wen Renran was speechless, but he felt that he couldn't sweep everyone's interest when he turned his mind, so he wanted to lower his requirements a little: "Uncle Heng, you are very reasonable, but I think that the love in wine is more important than wine, so the amount of wine is ......."

"It's too little, I should go down for my younger brother, but at least ten altars are enough. ”

Wen Renran was blindsided on the spot, and turned his head to look at the woman who answered first: "Huh?"

"Happy, brother, you're really interesting!"