"Lao Tzu is cool, your grandfather!" Yan Bu flew out of a meatloaf.

Hua Wuxin shrank his head cleverly, and smashed it on Yin Meixue's face behind him.

Pulling Hua Wuxin's snow-white sleeves, Yin Meixue wiped the meat residue on her face aggrievedly: "Just kidding, women are terrible"

"Hmph, I don't want to be a woman, it's better to kill me if I am attacked by a man." Yan Buli didn't have a good airway, "I'll study the reversal when I go back, maybe I can change back one day." ”

Lin Zhengxuan snorted and laughed: "Change back? Your corpse is buried! Turned back to the tomb as a dry corpse? ”

"What?! Which bastard buried Lao Tzu so quickly? Yan Buli was shocked.

"Your junior brother Liu is frightened, and your cousin Yan Hongxing also means this, Yan Mansion will be mourned on the same day." After Lin Zhengxuan finished speaking, he muttered in a low voice, "I also made a lot of money."

"These two little bunnies! Wait until I go back and teach them a good lesson! Yan Buli slammed the ground. It was they who provoked themselves to duel with Jiang Mochou at the beginning, but they really didn't have a good heart.

Hua Wuxin rolled his eyes: "One of the people is now the chief disciple of Zhengyang Palace, and the other is the young master of the Yan family. What about you? Ghost Door Female Demon Jiang Mochou, where are you going? Who to teach? ”

This is the biggest problem that Yan Buli is currently facing. As soon as he goes out, he will be regarded as Jiang Mochou, except for a good brother who knows the root and knows the bottom, who would believe in the strange power of soul possession?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if everyone in the world believes that he is Yan Buli, but he has become a woman, and his martial arts are completely useless. The position of the palace master of Zhengyang Palace and the head of the Yan family don't need to be thought about.

In the end, there is only the road left to get married and have children, but not to mention that Yan Buli has obstacles in his heart, that is, who is willing to marry another man?

Lin Zhengxuan suddenly clapped his hands, and said with an idea: "Otherwise, you will pretend to be Jiang Mochou and go back to the ghost gate!" ”

"Devil Dao? Are you crazy? ”

"Listen to me, the Ghost Gate is the first sect of the Demon Dao, and it has done a lot of hurtful things over the years. If you can go undercover inside them and deliver the news for our righteous path, wouldn't it be a great achievement to destroy them when the time comes?! Lin Zhengxuan patted Yan Buli's little shoulder, "After the matter is completed, even the leader of the alliance will have to look at you differently, right?" ”

Yin Meixue also came back to her senses: "Yes, even if you don't go undercover, you can recuperate there." Jiang Mochou is the head of the ghost sect, and he suffered a work injury, so they have to take care of the elderly, right? The devil is rich, and the treatment is definitely not bad! ”

Hua Wuxin pinched his chin and said, "This is also a way, just have the opportunity to contact the reversal of the situation."

Yan Buli is one head and two big: "What a bad idea you three stinkers came up with!" Where is it so easy to disguise Jiang Mochou? If someone finds out, won't I have to die again? ”

Hua Wuxin smiled: "It's okay, it's ripe once." ”

“”

In fact, Yan Buli is a little tempted by this mention.

First, he realized that the battle of the Nine Dragon Caves was set up by people in the righteous path, and it was not the best policy to stay in Zhengyang Palace or the Yan family; secondly, because he was very curious about Jiang Mochou, this woman, she seemed to have a lot of secrets; Three, the temptation to reverse the situation is too great, only by going to the ghost gate can he really grasp its core, if there is a way to crack it, maybe he will be able to wear himself back.

But the premise is that the corpse does not dry up

"Huahua, I can think about the undercover ghost door, but you have to do me a favor." He looked up and said to Hua Wuxin.

"You said, as long as you don't let the brothers stick a knife in their ribs, you can consider it." The owner of the flower house was quite cautious in his wording.

Yan Meiren smiled and pointed outward: "Go, dig Lao Tzu's grave!" ”

******

The further north you go, the colder the wind gets, and the more likely it is for people's hearts to get cold.

The curtain moved slightly, and a red maple leaf fell in through the car window.

Chi Yue put down the book, picked it up casually, and slowly wiped off the warm blood that had splashed on the veins of the leaves with her fingertips.

"Che Dan, how long will it take you?" He looked up tiredly and asked outside.

Zhongzun raised his hand and knocked away a Zhengyang Palace disciple who was trying to get close to the carriage, and replied respectfully: "Back to the sect master, it will be fine soon!" ”

"I'm hungry"

Hu Chedan lifted the half-dead Zhengyang disciple with broken muscles and veins, and shook wildly like a little chicken.

The man finally came to his senses after spitting blood, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a fierce-looking bearded man and asked, "Where is your dining room?" ”

The other party burst into tears: "I relied on so many of you to kill just to eat?!" ”

After stuffing a food box into the car, Chi Yue quieted down.

He was quiet, but the majestic palace in the distance was not quiet. The sound of fighting came and went, like a drum beating, and a heavy blow hit everyone's hearts.

The cold sword pointed at the silent sky, and the snowy sword shattered the twilight mist.

Red streams gush out of the mountain gate and wind down long stone steps. One by one, familiar figures fell, countless enemies rushed up, Liu Jingfeng wiped the blood on his face, and raised his sword into the Zhengyang Palace.

When he came in, the palace master Yue Tianqi and his wife were sitting on the top, and the two of them were holding all kinds of wood in their hands, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

"Master's front hall is almost unbearable!"

"Oh, the front hall can't stand it." Yue Tianqi raised his eyes, "It just so happens that Feng'er is also here to choose, do you like the coffin of Cork or Zitong?" ”

Liu frightened: ""

"Or do you like cremation?"

Liu Jingfeng took a deep breath and said, "Master, haven't we already sent a signal?" Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? ”

"There will be no reinforcements." Yue Tianqi looked at him deeply, "Don't you understand?" There were never any reinforcements. ”

"Y-You mean we're being been?!"

"Feng'er" Yue Tianqi shook his head, the corners of his eyes revealing deep lines, "From the day you decide to be a chess piece, you must have the consciousness of becoming an outcast." ”

Liu Feng fell to his knees.

Another disciple covered in blood ran in to report: "Palace Master, the front hall is broken!" They rushed to the main hall and killed them! After speaking, he pounced on the spot, and it was neat.

Liu Jingfeng raised his head and pleaded, "Master, there are many demon Dao people, why don't we avoid it first?" ”

"If you can avoid it for a while, you can't avoid it for a lifetime." Yue Tianqi waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "You take Zhuo'er and the others to escape from the back mountain, Chi Yue may let you go, but she will never let go of the old man." ”

"Master! Let's go together! Liu Fengfeng cried sadly.

"It's time to be paralyzed, and you still have time to act?!" Yue Tianqi straightened his face and kicked him over, "Don't get out of here!" ”

"Master!"

"—Get out!"

Liu Fengfeng got up from the ground, knocked his head three times with tears, and ran out with his sword.

Rolling non-stop is the last division he can do

When Haifei and his people came in, he saw only a sea of fire, and the raging flames rolled up the smoke and swallowed the sky and the sun, burning the entire palace into a red purgatory, reflecting the silent sky above his head and every numb face.

Yue Tianqi* died, and a small number of disciples fled. A total of 375 corpses were thrown into the fire.

A faction of inheritance, a hundred years of glory, all of them are ashes.

The ghost moon covers the sky one night, and there is no positive sun in the world.

The news spread, and the world was shocked.

The Demon Dao Hades, who was almost forgotten by the rivers and lakes, finally made a move. If he doesn't move, he just moves. As soon as he made a move, he opened the ghost gate and brought a martial arts catastrophe.

The various sects of the righteous path jumped out one after another, expressing solemn condemnation and strong protest against Chi Yue's cruel revenge, and the people in the demon path were jubilant and rose up to fight back.

The two sides escalated from a war of words to a local conflict, from a street brawl to a large-scale fight, and the contradictions became more and more intense, and the third war between good and evil was about to break out

And the initiator of this incident was sitting leisurely in a simple and elegant bamboo dock at this time, eating a plate of salt-baked orchid bamboo shoots. There was also an old fairy with a childish face and crane hair next to him, who wiped his tears miserably and said: "Ge Laozi, the golden silk shoots are hard-to-buy treasures, just let you, you leave some for me!" ”

Chi Yue swallowed the last bite of the bamboo shoot and smashed it twice: "Salty." ”

Le Qianqiu quit: "Ten years to produce half a catty!" How dare you spit it out?! ”

Chi Yue spat out.

Le Qianqiu stared at him.

"It's a bit salty." Chi Yue put down the spittoon, "Why are you staring at me?" ”

"That's the old man's teapot"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I still wonder why your spittoon is so particular about making a masterpiece of Master Qinglian. Do you still want that? ”

"Don't."

"That's for me, thank you."

Le Qianqiu sighed weakly, "Chi Yue, I haven't seen you for twenty years, why are you still so shameless?"

"It's better than your cheekiness that grows infinitely over time."

Le Qianqiu glared at him: "Hmph! The old man knows what you're here for, but my answer is the same as it was twenty years ago: no, yes, yes! ”

Chi Yue smiled.

The melting sunlight filtered through the cracks in the bamboo window, carving golden scars on the crimson pear case.

Twenty years ago, it was also such a warm afternoon. He was bathed in the sun, but he was cold.

"The Pavilion Master has misunderstood, what this sect asked today is not what he asked for back then."