"Last time?" The black-faced man looked puzzled, and then suddenly said: "Oh, you said that pot of wine, of course I remember, although I forgot how it was brewed, but I still remember the taste." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

With that, he stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips to show that what he had said was true.

"You fool, you know wine, I'm talking about the current situation of this big business."

Rao is a person with the demeanor of a man in white, and he can't help but show helplessness when he hears the words.

"The current situation?"

The black-faced man was stunned for a moment, and then thought hard: "I remember what you seem to have said and moved, and then it's going to rain......"

He frowned, his thick black eyebrows were almost twisted into a big pimple, this appearance made everyone else tired for him.

"The undercurrent is surging, and the wind and rain are coming."

The man in white sighed lightly with helplessness between his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" The black-faced man slapped his head and said happily.

"Now, the wind has risen."

The black-faced man's face was entangled again, and he immediately scratched his head and said in confusion: "I don't understand, can you speak human language?" ”

It is rare for a person to be asked by a demon clan to speak human words.

Of course, the man in white didn't feel very happy.

His face froze, his brows jumped slightly, and he was immediately suppressed by the powerful self-cultivation, and said lightly:

"Chongzhen was killed."

"Who is Chongzhen? Why did the wind rise when he died? The black-faced man still asked.

"Chonghou Hu's son. Also, I'm not talking about the actual wind, just a metaphor. ”

Hearing this, the black-faced man sighed twice and said, "This is a big deal, who is so daring?" ”

"Do you remember the prince of Peng Guo back then?"

The man in white didn't say it directly, but suddenly mentioned something that seemed unrelated, his eyes followed the river against the current, and he didn't know where to go, his eyes were deep, dark like the mountains on both sides.

"Why are you mentioning this all of a sudden?"

The black-faced man looked at him in surprise, and then said, "What are you bringing up now?" ”

"History is always strikingly similar."

The man in white withdrew his gaze from a distance, and said lightly, in order to avoid getting the request of "talking to people" again, he didn't wait for the other party to speak, and then said: "I don't know who the murderer is, and now this must be just a scapegoat." ”

He paused, and then said, "Just like Peng Qingshao back then." ”

"Forget it, love whoever you want, I don't understand it anyway, and it has nothing to do with me."

The black-faced man had a headache when he heard this, and immediately waved his hand and said impatiently.

"How do you know that it has nothing to do with you, this is not the business of his Beibohou family, I said it before, the wind is rising." The man in white narrowed his eyes, thinking of the comprehension ability of the person in front of him, and immediately continued to explain:

"Chongzhen's death, you can't just look at it from the surface, there must be other actions in it, think about it, it should be the one in the west who made a move."

"West? Qishan? ”

The black-faced man frowned, and his expression was a little solemn.

The man in white nodded.

"This matter is just the beginning, that person will inevitably have a move, this undercurrent surging world, is finally about to set off a storm, and the dormant and deep forces of all parties will come out one after another to stir up this water completely."

There was a thick sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, as if he was walking alone from a dusty history.

"Yin Xin is afraid that he will not be able to hold back for much time, at least ten years, at most a hundred years, the west will be chaotic, and the two religions will also go on opposite sides, I don't know how many times you and I can sit down and talk calmly like this."

"Hmph, it's about my birds!"

Hearing this, the black-faced man suddenly let out a cold snort and interrupted his words. Immediately stood up, faced the autumn wind on the river, and shouted presumptuously:

"Chat with whomever I want, fight with whomever I want! No one can control me! Interception? If you want to manipulate me, what if I have betrayed this religion? ”

His rough voice echoed between the mountains on both sides, full of a domineering overbearing attitude.

"Quiet, quiet."

The man in white covered his ears with his hands, frowned, and said, "It's so loud to shout, it's not noisy." ”

"Hey, hey."

The black-faced man scratched his head, laughed dryly, and sat back down on the gourd.

The man in white put his hand down, suddenly thought of something again, and looked at him with a smile on his face: "This has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you, so do you know who is the scapegoat?" ”

The black-faced man saw that he looked quite sure in his expression, as if he was sure that he would be surprised by this, and immediately made up his mind that no matter what the other party said, he would make a look of indifference, so as not to let him succeed.

So, he pretended to be careless and asked:

"Who?"

His acting skills are very clumsy, and he almost writes everything he wants to say on his face.

The man in white smiled slightly, and he didn't pick it out, and continued pretending to be unconscious: "Xuanshan Sect, the apprentice of Yu Zhongzi. ”

"Xuanshan Sect?"

The black-faced man frowned.

But it's not that this name is very important to him, on the contrary, he doesn't have any dealings with the Xuanshan Sect, and it can even be said that he can't have a relationship with the eight poles, including Yu Zhongzi, he doesn't know much about this person.

The man in white should not be unaware of this, but why did he have that look, as if he was sure that he would be surprised?

Oh.

The black-faced man suddenly realized that the other party must have wanted to see him meditating, he was really calculating, and he almost accidentally touched his way!

"By the way, the Golden Jiao Scissors are the secret legend of the Three Immortals Island, right?"

The man in white didn't seem to notice his changing expression at all, and suddenly asked a question to himself.

"Of course."

Hearing this, the black-faced man put aside the results of his previous thinking and replied without thinking.

"But......" The man in white pretended to be puzzled: "Why is there a secret inheritance of the Golden Jiao Scissors in the body of this Xuanshan Sect disciple?" ”

"What!!"

The black-faced man stood up from the gourd with a "Teng" and roared.

The look on his face changed again and again, shock, doubt, anger, ecstasy, and flashed one after another, like a neon sign. After a moment, he suddenly looked at the man in white and said hurriedly:

"Xu Mogui, tell me quickly, who is that person and where is it?"

The man in white, Xu Mogui, waved his hand at him, and said: "Don't worry, looking at his appearance, I shouldn't know the origin of this golden Jiaojiao, otherwise I won't even cover it up, as for whether I didn't get it unintentionally or someone taught it, I will naturally show my feet after a little more time, and you can only go now." ”

The black-faced man's expression flickered again, and finally he gritted his teeth, sat down, and said:

"In terms of brains, I am indeed inferior to you, so I will listen to you this time."

Xu Mogui showed a smile and turned his gaze into the distance, as if he had landed in a majestic city.

"This person does have some meaning, and I also gave him a creation, as for whether he can grasp the ......"

"Then it's up to him." (To be continued.) )