"Senior Brother Feng, in half a year, the Ancestor will break the Holy Ascension, and at such a critical juncture, the Holy Maiden will actually disappear!"

"This is a bitter thing for our group of outer disciples, after looking for half a year, we found Broken Leaf City from Anxi City, do we still want to find the Central Plains?"

After a few glasses of spirits, one of them began to spat out. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Senior Brother Rain, be careful when you speak in case you ......"

"Senior Brother Feng is really cautious, put his heart in his stomach, here are ordinary mortals, don't care!"

Without waiting for Senior Brother Feng to finish speaking, the man who was called Senior Brother Yu shook his head and interrupted, and at the same time ordered three glasses of spirits and said:

"Senior Brother Feng, I have a treat today, I have an open drink, don't be polite to Senior Brother, it's rare to come out and relax tonight!"

The man's eyes lit up, and he unceremoniously drank a glass of spirits, feeling the spiciness, chest and abdomen, and gradually opened the conversation.

"Elder Lu has already set off for the Central Plains, because according to the Xuantian Divine Son, at that time, the Holy Maiden and the Holy Maiden of the Dao Sect broke into the dangerous place together."

"As a result, the Holy Maiden of the Daomen is unharmed, and the Holy Maiden of my Sect and the Holy Son of the Daomen have disappeared, how can it not make people wonder!"

After the liquor was down, Senior Brother Feng's eyes lit up and he said, with a lot of unfinished meaning in his tone.

"It can't be that he was abducted by some Daomen Holy Son, I heard that Daomen Holy Son is a little white face!"

Senior Brother Yu, who took a sip of wine, said drunkenly.

"You can't talk nonsense, although it's okay in the Western Regions!"

"However, junior brother can hear the wind recently, it is said that there are people in Anxi City who are looking for the whereabouts of a person called Dongfang Xiaoshu for ten thousand taels of gold."

"Ten thousand taels of gold is enough to buy ten Enlightenment Pills or a medium-grade Fixing Spirit Beast!"

"If you are lucky, you can make mortals retreat from the mortal body and enter the immortal gate, and from then on become a human being!"

"What is the concept of ten, even an elm pimple has also sprouted, not to mention a medium-grade spirit beast, senior brother, my spirit beast is just a lower grade, what a big deal!"

Senior Brother Feng took a big sip of the liquor again, and said a little drunkly, his words full of envy and jealousy.

The little monk Huizhi who was in a daze in the bar instantly exited the daze mode, and stood up his ears to listen carefully.

"Don't hide it from Senior Brother Feng, my brother just passed a book to me two days ago, not only talked about this matter in detail, but also attached a few portraits."

"In addition to Dongfang Xiaoshu, there are also two people called the first and third sons."

"I don't know who they are, it's really unbelievable that people spend so much money to find them, I can't figure it out!"

Senior Brother Yu whispered in a low voice, and finally showed an incomprehensible look, and continued:

"After a while, Senior Brother will show the portraits of those people to Senior Brother Feng, if we can really meet them, we will be developed, and entering the inner gate is just around the corner!"

"Hehe, don't think about it if you can't figure it out, if we're lucky, maybe we can really meet it, come and drink, drink!"

Senior Brother Feng picked up the wine glass, put one hand on Senior Brother Yu's shoulder, and enthusiastically persuaded the wine to speak.

When they were drunk, the two stopped talking about anything else, and began to talk about the women in the church with relish, with an expression that a man could understand and a laugh that could be understood at the first hearing.

The little monk Huizhi yawned, took a trip to the second floor, and after coming down, as the number of drinkers increased, the little monk Huizhi began to get busy, but he couldn't see Dongfang Xiaoshu and the third son for a long time.

On the second floor, the Oriental tree is still writing.

Chu Yi held a plate of grapes and ate them one by one, occasionally throwing out a reward to Xiaobao standing next to him, and Xiaobao obediently chirped twice to show his gratitude, and then looked forward to it with extremely reverent eyes.

The third son sat on the chair, fiddling with the Heavenly Witch Order, not knowing what to think.

In half a year, except for Xiaobao, who finally grew a golden feather, the rest of the people have not changed, at least on the surface.

"Who can spend so much money on a few of us little white people?"

After Dongfang Xiaoshu finished writing, he put the pen away, and first broke the silence and said.

"Who else, except for the dead eunuch with yin and yang weirdness, I really can't think of anyone else!"

After Chu Yi threw Xiaobao a grape again, he clapped his hands and said, a plate of grapes was eaten like this.

"But if he is looking for us, why don't you also draw a monk who eats meat?"

The third son put down the Heavenly Witch Order in his hand and said at the right time, full of questions.

"But who else is there? Although Brother Xiaoshu scolded the bullshit to teach the saint, she also disappeared, and we didn't offend anyone? What a strange thing! ”

Chu Yi put down the plate in his hand and said, Xiao Bao held it with his mouth, fluttered his wings and put it on the table, and the dignified phoenix was shattered all over the ground.

A trace of worry flashed in Dongfang Xiaoshu's eyes, and after half a sound, he said: "The mountain rain is coming, the mountain rain is coming......

"Brother Xiaoshu, there is still half a year to go, or we will ......"

Chu Yi looked at the worried Dongfang Xiaoshu and said with some distress.

But halfway through speaking, as if realizing something, the language stopped.

"Brother, no matter what you do, I support it!"

"Actually, don't worry too much, it's a big deal for us to leave!"

Sanzi looked at Dongfang Xiaoshu and said to Chu Yi, wanting to break the sad atmosphere caused by Chu Yi's words.

"Being a bar is just another form of my understanding of enjoyment, and although cigarettes make money, they are more of a commemoration, a kind of remembrance that is about to be lost!"

"It seems that we are really wandering lives, and it may not be a bad thing to go out for a walk!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu said with some loss, because since the first year of junior high school said that she was going to leave and had to go, he was preparing for that day.

I hope that when that day comes, his heart will be less painful, which is the fundamental reason why he has been writing for half a year.

A month later, a carriage drove out of the East Gate of Shattered Leaf City and headed east.

The driver wore a black hat that covered half of his face, and wore a new green cotton robe, but with a black-gray blunt sword stuck in his waist.