Taixuanmen is located in a secluded mountain, the scorching sun is overhead, and there are few people coming and going, so this little scholar and another handsome girl wearing a delicate gauze dress are refreshing.

Zhang Ziyu was at a loss, and said with a bitter face: "It's not that Taixuanmen is the largest gang in Yingchuan, how can the couplets at the foot of the mountain be so majestic, but they are so dilapidated when they arrive at the door of their homes, is it possible that the rumored lofty style is for people to see?" ”

It's no wonder that he complained, the building where Taixuanmen is located is gray as a whole, very monotonous and boring, and the bricks and tiles covering the roof are particularly old, giving people the illusion of a ruined temple.

Guo Jia smiled and explained embarrassedly: "Maybe, they want to expand according to the appearance of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain, but Song Honggu is greedy by nature and has a small heart like a needle, maybe the silver renovated by this division has been put into his own pocket!" ”

Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Then this Song Honggu is too ungraceful, if it goes on for a long time, this Taixuanmen will not fall into his hands." ”

Guo Jia scratched his head and said, "You don't care about him, we are here today to be reasonable, not to see the scenery!" ”

Zhang Ziyu glanced at him obliquely, and Guo Jia was silent for a moment, in fact, as long as Zhang Ziyu was a little unhappy, Guo Jia would suffer, but if Zhang Ziyu changed one day, Guo Jia might feel strange.

Just like every time he travels far away, he leads the cow for Zhang Ziyu, and now the cow and Zhang Ziyu have become an indispensable part of his life.

Song Honggu, the head of Taixuanmen, is a yellow-haired boy from a poor township, who has neither literary popularity nor officialdom, but is full of ruffianism.

It's just that in his eyes, he doesn't yearn for the officialdom rights that cover the sky with one hand, and prefers the way of life of idle clouds and wild cranes under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums.

But not only will the pie not fall in the sky, but a few flying flints will fall if you are unlucky, after the heroes rise together, the weather of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain gradually declines, and the living space of the small sect under the fence like Taixuanmen is even smaller, which makes Song Honggu's blazing heart begin to become cold all over, and the Taixuanmen sword goes sideways, no more than other orthodox meteorological gangs, after all, it is necessary to seek a way out, so as not to look up to people in this troubled world.

It is impossible for a living person to be suffocated to death by a soak of urine, and his first meeting with Yan Liang a few years ago made him feel good about this powerful general, so he used the vanity and admiration of his disciple Yuan Ying in exchange for him being so free and easy in Taixuanmen.

At this moment, he is in an elegant manor in Taixuanmen, cooking tea and enjoying the scenery, hugging left and right, don't look at his age, it is really not ambiguous at all when he tosses in bed, and he can really be called "Lao Ji Fufang"!

The two pure and lovely people around him, each looking smooth and slippery, the body should be thin where it should be, and the place where it should be straight, no matter where it is, this kind of posture can make people talk about it.

The gray-faced old pervert glanced at the big girl with big breasts and bigger buttocks, and said with some sadness: "Thank you for the flowers, people are old and yellow, no matter how beautiful it is now, people, sooner or later there will be a day of decline!" ”

The little Jiaojiao glanced at him shyly, not to mention being eaten by the old cow, and being ridiculed by the white-bearded old man, how could he feel good in his heart, so he couldn't help complaining: "The old man is in good health, why is he starting to feel sad again?" ”

"When you live to my age, you'll see it!"

"Master, don't curse me, I'm only twenty-eight years old, how young do I have to be to reach the age of the master?"

Song Honggu pinched her chest and complained, "Alas, when I'm old, I don't have the Yaxing when I was young, by the way, Tao'er went down the mountain without my permission, did you find out where to go?" ”

"That's your eldest disciple, don't you know what kind of temper he has, I guess I saw you bring our two sisters back to Taixuanmen, so I put my anger on it, and I'll be back in a few days!"

Song Honggu's heart trembled heavily, among the Taixuanmen, the person who made him the most happy was the eldest disciple Lin Tao, and he was the most worried.

Zhang Ziyu is a duplicitous person, even if he said that he was unwilling to come to Yingchuan, but Guo Jia insisted on coming, but he was embarrassed to refuse.

Walking to the door of Taixuanmen, Guo Jia suddenly stopped, looked up at the few big characters floating on the door plaque, and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Ziyu asked disdainfully: "What's the matter, after saying all the way to the door, I was scared when I arrived at the door of the house?" ”

Guo Jia pursed his lips, did not hide the fear in his heart, and said: "It's really a little, it's better to read thousands of books, it's better to travel thousands of miles, although I have read thousands of articles, but if you talk about worldly things, you don't have as much as Song Honggu has experienced, if I lose, that guy Wenruo will not have to pierce my backbone." ”

Zhang Ziyu said with a smile: "The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, he is dozens of years older than you, this time, if you win, it is called blue out of the blue and better than blue, if you lose, then he Song Honggu bullies the small!" ”

Although these two sentences are simple, they speak to Guo Jia's heart, he Song Hong is lonely and sells the old, this kind of person has reached the point of shamelessness, why does Guo Jia still give him face.

"The two of you have been standing in my Taixuanmen for a long time, but is there something?"

A melodious tone sounded, startling Guo Jia and Zhang Ziyu, and then a young Taoist priest in his twenties walked out of the door, his Taoist robe was a little white, and he looked chic and dusty.

Guo Jia immediately dispelled all the fear in his heart, hurriedly saluted, bowed down and said with a smile: "Under Guo Jia Guo Fengxiao, I want to reason with Senior Song about illusion!" ”

The young Taoist priest looked stunned, but he kept laughing in his heart, no matter how famous you Guo Jia is, it is only in terms of literary attainments, besides, my master has gone through more than 60 years of vicissitudes, and a younger generation wants to reason with his predecessors, and he doesn't weigh how many catties and taels he has?

It's the girl behind Guo Jia, with a bewitching figure and a colorful body, how can she be so pitiful, we are suffocated in this Taixuan Mountain, and I am very jealous when I watch the master eat meat all day long, if I can have a field battle with this little girl, what kind of flavor is it?

So he strode past Guo Jia, smiled at Zhang Ziyu and said: "You like to ride bulls, we have raised a lot of cattle in the mountains behind Taixuanmen, if you like them, those are yours!" ”

Zhang Ziyu frowned and quipped: "I like cows, but I don't like dogs, if you are not serious, don't get in the way of the old lady!" ”