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A hundred years ago, there was a place called Shenji Valley in Shengguo, where lived a person named Xuan Qingzi, who could penetrate the heavens and know everything in the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He once had 300 disciples, each of whom was good at different contents, and they were distributed in various countries, each of which was the master, and for a time the countries were in turmoil, and the situation changed.

Xuan Qingzi originally hoped that his disciples could use what they had learned to achieve emperors and wise men of various countries, but people's hearts would change.

Out of the troubled times, Xuan Qingzi resolutely went out of the mountain, recalled all his three hundred disciples, erased their memories, and let them live in the world as ordinary people.

Xuan Qingzi did not seek fame and fortune, and since then he has lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, leaving only two disciples around him, known as "the fairy on the painting".

These two are incomparably intelligent, and one of them can win the world, but no one knows where they are.

"Master, why is everything written in this book fake?" a man asked, looking through the book, puzzled.

Xuan Qingzi angrily threw out his rattan pillow, the man cleverly dodged, Xuan Qingzi pointed at the man with a bamboo stick on the side and asked, "Are you secretly practicing martial arts?"

The man shook his head: "I haven't practiced martial arts." ”

Xuan Qingzi raised his hand, the man handed his wrist over, Xuan Qingzi was relieved after checking the pulse, but then he began to get angry again: "I see that you have developed limbs and a simple mind, and reading this book to you for the teacher is to make you understand what a great master you have, and if you go out in the future, even if you report my name, you can scare a group of people to death!"

The man was even more puzzled: "Two senior brothers...... I haven't seen the senior brother, but the second senior brother develops herbs every day, and has not done anything to change the world, and Master, except for the appearance of a middle-aged person, the others seem to be no different from ordinary people, such a fake book, will Master also believe it?"

A hundred years ago, there was a place called Shenji Valley in Shengguo, where lived a person named Xuan Qingzi, who could penetrate the heavens and know everything in the world.

He once had 300 disciples, each of whom was good at different contents, and they were distributed in various countries, each of which was the master, and for a time the countries were in turmoil, and the situation changed.

Xuan Qingzi originally hoped that his disciples could use what they had learned to achieve emperors and wise men of various countries, but people's hearts would change.

Out of the troubled times, Xuan Qingzi resolutely went out of the mountain, recalled all his three hundred disciples, erased their memories, and let them live in the world as ordinary people.

Xuan Qingzi did not seek fame and fortune, and since then he has lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, leaving only two disciples around him, known as "the fairy on the painting".

These two are incomparably intelligent, and one of them can win the world, but no one knows where they are.

"Master, why is everything written in this book fake?" a man asked, looking through the book, puzzled.

Xuan Qingzi angrily threw out his rattan pillow, the man cleverly dodged, Xuan Qingzi pointed at the man with a bamboo stick on the side and asked, "Are you secretly practicing martial arts?"

The man shook his head: "I haven't practiced martial arts." ”

Xuan Qingzi raised his hand, the man handed his wrist over, Xuan Qingzi was relieved after checking the pulse, but then he began to get angry again: "I see that you have developed limbs and a simple mind, and reading this book to you for the teacher is to make you understand what a great master you have, and if you go out in the future, even if you report my name, you can scare a group of people to death!"

The man was even more puzzled: "Two senior brothers...... I haven't seen the senior brother, but the second senior brother develops herbs every day, and has not done anything to change the world, and Master, except for the appearance of a middle-aged person, the others seem to be no different from ordinary people, such a fake book, will Master also believe it?"

A hundred years ago, there was a place called Shenji Valley in Shengguo, where lived a person named Xuan Qingzi, who could penetrate the heavens and know everything in the world.

He once had 300 disciples, each of whom was good at different contents, and they were distributed in various countries, each of which was the master, and for a time the countries were in turmoil, and the situation changed.

Xuan Qingzi originally hoped that his disciples could use what they had learned to achieve emperors and wise men of various countries, but people's hearts would change.

Out of the troubled times, Xuan Qingzi resolutely went out of the mountain, recalled all his three hundred disciples, erased their memories, and let them live in the world as ordinary people.

Xuan Qingzi did not seek fame and fortune, and since then he has lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, leaving only two disciples around him, known as "the fairy on the painting".

These two are incomparably intelligent, and one of them can win the world, but no one knows where they are.

"Master, why is everything written in this book fake?" a man asked, looking through the book, puzzled.

Xuan Qingzi angrily threw out his rattan pillow, the man cleverly dodged, Xuan Qingzi pointed at the man with a bamboo stick on the side and asked, "Are you secretly practicing martial arts?"

The man shook his head: "I haven't practiced martial arts." ”

Xuan Qingzi raised his hand, the man handed his wrist over, Xuan Qingzi was relieved after checking the pulse, but then he began to get angry again: "I see that you have developed limbs and a simple mind, and reading this book to you for the teacher is to make you understand what a great master you have, and if you go out in the future, even if you report my name, you can scare a group of people to death!"

The man was even more puzzled: "Two senior brothers...... I haven't seen the senior brother, but the second senior brother develops herbs every day, and has not done anything to change the world, and Master, except for the appearance of a middle-aged person, the others seem to be no different from ordinary people, such a fake book, will Master also believe it?"

A hundred years ago, there was a place called Shenji Valley in Shengguo, where lived a person named Xuan Qingzi, who could penetrate the heavens and know everything in the world.

He once had 300 disciples, each of whom was good at different contents, and they were distributed in various countries, each of which was the master, and for a time the countries were in turmoil, and the situation changed.

Xuan Qingzi originally hoped that his disciples could use what they had learned to achieve emperors and wise men of various countries, but people's hearts would change.

Out of the troubled times, Xuan Qingzi resolutely went out of the mountain, recalled all his three hundred disciples, erased their memories, and let them live in the world as ordinary people.

Xuan Qingzi did not seek fame and fortune, and since then he has lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, leaving only two disciples around him, known as "the fairy on the painting".

These two are incomparably intelligent, and one of them can win the world, but no one knows where they are.

"Master, why is everything written in this book fake?" a man asked, looking through the book, puzzled.

Xuan Qingzi angrily threw out his rattan pillow, the man cleverly dodged, Xuan Qingzi pointed at the man with a bamboo stick on the side and asked, "Are you secretly practicing martial arts?"

The man shook his head: "I haven't practiced martial arts." The man shook his head: "I haven't practiced martial arts." The man shook his head