Qu Shuai looked at Song Senxue and said with emotion: "You came to Dragon City when you only had half a life left, before Xue Shuai died that year, the big guy went to the imperial city to ask for medicine, and was almost besieged to death, it was all thanks to you that we escaped, at that time, Quan Cangyun unanimously decided to reward you, and we even thought about it, even if you want to take over Xue Shuai's position, none of us will say a word." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

With his right finger tapping the table, Qu Shuai's gaze suddenly became sharp: "If this woman is really stupid enough that Cangyun killed the fourth prince, then you will kill her personally." ”

Song Senxue was silent for a long time, lowered her head and sighed softly and said, "I understand."

The starlight outside the main hall was faint, and Qu Shuai looked at the starry sky and said, "Cangyun...... After all, it is too small, maybe there are many fierce dragons and tigers in the Star Picking Empire, but who has Cangyun, a newborn calf, really feared? ”

From the self-inflicted faction to the present, the people living in Cangxue Dragon City have always insisted on believing in and guarding a simple truth: I don't bully you, but you don't want to bully me, even if I bully you, but you ...... Still don't try to bully me! Whoever bullies me, I will kill him.

This is the foundation of Cangyun's foothold.

This is the way Dragon City survives.

This is also why one of the most powerful forces in the world is called Cangyun.

The reason why Cangyun is called Cangyun is based on these simple and powerful things.

Song Senxue is not a typical Dragon City person. He did not have the habit of leaving the dead to die, and he burned down his house to Tu Yile's fierce strength.

But he stayed in the army of the Star Picking Empire long enough to accurately grasp the precious or terrifying temperament of this Cangyun, so when he was rescued by Qu Shuai, he chose to become a member of Cangyun, and there is a different military style here.

"That woman has now entered Dragon City, but she has stayed at home, and has been in the courtyard arranged for her, and she has not fully shown any behavior until now." Shen Tuyuan wondered.

A rare smile came from under Qu Shuai's cold Tianluo face: because she knew very well that if she didn't have the protection of some big people in the imperial city, she wouldn't dare to act rashly at all, and the people in the imperial city who could protect her ...... There are no more than four at most, and those four are characters she can't even afford.

"An old man accompanying me, I can't see the level of cultivation clearly, it should be a tricky problem." Shentu traveled far away.

"This level of character is really troublesome...... Wang Bukong crushed the slightly wet mud with his heel, and said in a low voice: "But the people who did it in Dragon City haven't walked out alive." ”

"Since there is one more of him, it is just one more corpse in the mountain road." Yan Yimei said firmly.

Qu Shuai looked at Yan Yimei, who seemed to be humble, rubbed his head and said in a muffled voice: "Don't think so badly, but this kind of old man is still not a problem." ”

Wang Bukong laughed twice and replied: "How good Qu Shuai is, my master wants to meet the little boy, let me say hello to Qu Shuai." ”

Qu Shuai looked at him unhappily and said: "Worry-free can enter the eyes of Master Zhaoyang, it is his creation, see the master, say hello for me." ”

There is a small ditch in the south outside the dragon city, which is not even a small stream, and on the hill next to the small ditch, the rain clouds disperse early at night, and the extraordinarily bright starlight is sprinkled on the hill, which is plated with a layer of extremely beautiful silver halo.

Yan Wuwu walked slowly under the starlight, looking at Wang Bukong in front of him, his speed couldn't help but become slower, and said, "Where are we going?" ”

The door of the grass hut was pushed open, Wang Bukong squatted down at the door, the figure of the old man in the room was stretched very long by the oil lamp, Wang Bukong replied: "Inside is my master, Sven point, maybe my master will give a baby as soon as he is happy." ”

Yan Wuwu sighed softly, squeezed sideways past Wang Bukong, and whispered, "What treasures can the old monk have." ”

Wang Bukong touched his head casually, looked at his back and said, "Chance creation is hard to come by. ”

Yan Wuwu had long known that Wang Bukong would say this, looked up at the old man's back, folded his hands and said, "The kid is polite, does the master have any treasures?" ”

Wang Bukong, who was squatting at the door, looked at the polite Yan Wuwu, and felt a lot more at ease, and then as soon as he spoke, he almost made Wang Bukong fall.

The old man turned to look at him, his face showed thoughtful emotion, perhaps because he was too old, the old man's eyebrows looked gray and rough, and with that malnourished old face, it was really not good-looking.

But the old man had a pair of eyes like stars in the sky, slender and slender, and his eyes were as bright as ice, and he looked particularly cold and stylish.

After being silent for a long time, the old man suddenly raised his head and said, "You are willing to follow me to the small Zen temple to practice Buddhism." ”

"No, no."

Yan Wuwu replied very neatly, although the two words were short but with a firmness.

"Do you know that Wang Bukong has always wanted to go, but he has never been able to enter the Xiaozen Temple?"

"That's not going either."

After saying this, he opened his arms, clenched his fists and parted upwards, showing his chest muscles and arms, which were not strong, and posed as a special fool. Forced pose.

Wang Bukong, who was at the door, slapped his head and said in his heart: The master is really Sabi, and the children don't know how powerful the little Zen temple is, so they don't say anything real.

Looking at the little kid in front of him, the old man smiled and whispered: "It's okay not to go, you immoral thing, go and harm the outside world." ”

Yan Wuwu, who was posing, had an extremely ugly face, and replied: "Bald, do you have a baby for me, and go home and sleep without me." ”

"Silly boy, how can you talk to my master."

After Wang Bukong scolded with a smile a few times outside the door, a drizzle suddenly fell in the sky, as if the rain was thinner than a thread sprinkled on his body, a little cool.

The drizzle sprinkled on Yan Wuwu through the roof, looked up at the roof, and was shocked, how did this rain pass through the roof?

"Meditation Seal—"

As he spoke, the old man put his hands on his waist and posed as a Dharma seal.

At this moment, Yan Wuwu's big eyes looked around, the rain floated in the void and did not move, but the old man looked at him with a smile, his body as if he did not belong to him, unable to move.

After a long time, the old man's handprints parted, the drizzle continued to drip, Yan Wuwu looked around, Wang Bukong squatting at the door seemed to not know what had just happened, as if nothing had happened.

"Want to learn?"

The old man still looked at him with a smile and asked unhurriedly.

"Goo." Yan Wuwu swallowed his saliva uncontrollably and nodded hurriedly.

The old man looked at Yan Wuwu's anxious appearance, couldn't help but caress his beard, felt comforted by the old man, and said softly: Come with me to the small Zen temple to practice for three years, and this trick will be handed over to you.

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