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The moonlight shone down from below through the door, the moonlight touched the ground, and it was shining on the location of Gar Chijia and Tang Yi, there was a muffled snort in the air, and an old figure appeared from above, and at the same time, a round of knife light was slashing from above Mu Qingyu, Mu Qingyu only felt that there was no way to hide, she followed a muffled snort and retreated, and the sky was covered by dark clouds again, and the thunder was still bursting!

In front of Tang Yi and Gar Chijia was none other than Lu Feng's grandfather, the old man who was like collecting rags on the side of the street, holding the black war knife in his hand, the blade of which hung obliquely on the ground, and it seemed to have endless vicissitudes under the thunder.

Seeing this old slave guarding the tomb, the old dragon's face was originally resentful, but it soon changed back to that breezy appearance, and he sneered: "Ugly, poor and sour! I thought you were dead! ”

The old man who was called the ugly poor sour coughed twice, and bent down stiffly, this degree of bending was completely different from Tang Yi's deformed hunchback, and the old man's appearance was a sign of aging.

Mu Qingyu noticed that the old dragon was coughing and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, which was left by her trick just now.

Lu Feng's grandfather said in an extremely old voice: "If the master doesn't enter the ground, how dare Wei Nu take the first step?" ”

These words are full of respect, but they are also neither humble nor arrogant, the old dragon's face was so angry that he said angrily: "You ......"

Mu whispered and interrupted, "What do you want to do here?" ”

Lu Feng's grandfather coughed and sighed: "Be quick and fast, worthy of being the master of the Wood League, the old man is ashamed of himself, and he is ashamed of himself......"

Mu Qingyu frowned, she didn't know what this old man wanted, the reason why Mu Qingyu waited for three years to act, it could be said that it was because of her fear of this old man. As Mu Qingyu's biggest enemy, Mu Qingyu didn't believe that this would appear here inexplicably.

The old dragon smiled strangely: "Mu girl, this ugly poor and sour Confucianism has learned to rot, he estimated that he was going to spoil our good deeds, but he came back from the dead, then let this poor show die again." ”

The old man carried a knife and danced a knife flower, and he was full of surprise and said, "Oh, who said that my old man is dead? ”

The old man asked so, but his eyes looked at Mu Qingyu, who knew that Lu Feng's grandfather was asking her.

Mu let out a sigh of relief and said, "You haven't made a move for so much that our UN Security Agency has done, I don't think I can find any explanation other than your death." ”

The old man's muddy old Yan glared, as if he remembered something, and he said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, in the past three years, the few disciples of your Water Moon Sect who have managed to leave behind have tracked down Lu Feng, and they have all been killed by the old man." You have done such a big thing, and the old man has not come forward, of course you are dead when I am an old bone. ”

Mu Qingyu and the old dragon were a little confused about what this old man was doing.

The old man hung his waist and coughed twice.

Tang Yi, who was even more rickety than the old man, was about to help, but was signaled by the old man that it was okay.

The old man's cloudy face fell into a look of reminiscence, he was full of old eyes and dizziness, and he asked the old dragon: "Master, you have lived so long because you have cultivated the exercises, do you know why my old bones can live for so long?" ”

Age can be said to be something that everyone cares about, if it weren't for the longevity, the old dragon would not be so persistent in disobeying the ancestral teachings to open the door of the Xuan Realm.

When the old dragon heard this stinky poor sour ask why he was still alive, this was also the strange question of the old dragon.

According to reason, there is absolutely no reason for Poor Sour to have such a long lifespan, he should have been buried in the earth a long time ago, but this ghost can live for so long!

The old dragon sneered: "But good people don't live long, and disasters live for a thousand years!" ”

The old man pointed at the old dragon, shook his head and said, "Wrong, wrong, how can I compare to you, Lord Dragon Lord, if you want to say that I am a scourge?" You can see death in the Great Qing Kingdom and not save it, but how can you turn a blind eye to the thousands of people in the Great Qing Kingdom? If you had acted at that time, how could millions of people in the Qing Dynasty have died? ”

Lao Long's accusation is so **, this old man who has never shown his weak side in front of Lu Feng finally showed the softest and always regretful side of his heart.

The old dragon said without any remorse, he sneered and said, "Return you to the Qing Dynasty? Ugly, poor, sour, if you had a position, you wouldn't add us! The rise and fall of heaven and the change of dynasties, how can I change it by my own strength? If the dragon lord can dominate the situation in the world, then now the world is still the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, what else do you want us to do? ”

The old dragon held the knife, squinted at the old dizzy eyes, and he shook his head and said: "The rise and fall of the world, how is it the responsibility of the horseman?" The prosperous, the dead, and the bitter are not the people of the world? The gentleman's worries in the world, I have already seen through it. The old man's words were full of sighs.

The old dragon was almost so angry that he jumped to his feet, and he said angrily: "What are you talking about? If you ugly and poor sour have already seen through it, then you still have been tricked by Lao Tzu with that stinky woman for nearly a hundred years? See? Look at your grandmother's legs! The old dragon rolled up his sleeves angrily, and it seemed that he wanted to fight again.

Tang Yi quietly stopped in front of the old dragon, even if he was a mantis arm as a car, he still needed to stop it.

Mu whispered eloquently, and anything could spit lotus flowers out of her mouth to say ten thousand truths, but this time she was surprisingly silent.

The wind in the sky blew the hunting sound, rolling up a lot of garbage in the ruins, and countless dust and garbage drifted around several people. In the ashes, the old man slowly shook his head and said:

"What if you could? How? Master, how can I blame you for the defeat of that decaying dynasty? ”

The old dragon who stopped said disdainfully: "You just try to fight with Lao Tzu, I'll see how long you can fight!" ”

Lao Long still shook his head, he said: "The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time, this is the number of days, even if I am dedicated to serving the country, what can I endure if I am set by the way of heaven?" The old slave designed to imprison the master, does the master still not know why? ”

The old dragon said angrily: "Because of what? I'm got a chicken shank because of your grandma! What's the going on? Come on, let's clean up this old thing! ”

The old dragon didn't dare to do anything with this old man who had once worshiped him as a slave, not because of anything else, but because he was not sure that he would be able to kill this old slave alone!

A man who has spared his life to the point of not being able to take risks so easily.

"Wooden girl, why haven't you moved? Do you really want this old thing to ruin your good deeds? The old dragon saw that Mu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.