On the edge of the desert, there is a city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was dusk, and the sunset was about to set, and the sun on the earth had turned golden.

The golden sand of the golden sun shines on it, and the sunset is as beautiful as fire.

The camel bell sounded, and a camel caravan came out of the sun, dressed in golden clothes.

There is a lake not far from the city, and a large lake is sparkling, and when the last but most beautiful sun shines on the lake, the breeze blows a picture!

Everything is so quiet and beautiful!

But this tranquility will be broken by a pillar of smoke.

"The sun sets on the long river, and the desert is lonely!"

"The monk can't use poetry, this cigarette is not the other smoke! That's cooking smoke, how can it be compared to the murderous smoke and dust of the queen horse now? ”

On the walls of the Valley of Peace, two strange men were sitting and drinking in a corner, and a few soldiers were standing guard not too far away, but they were ignoring the corner, as if they had never been here.

These two people are the fat old monk who once appeared in the Fan Tower in Tokyo City and the old Taoist who likes to steal wine and steal meat to eat.

The place where they are now is placed in a seemingly random but meaningful way by a few miscellaneous objects, and the people outside really can't see them, so they put wine and food in that corner, unknown to the public, but eat and drink openly, and even get away!

If Chen Jincai was here, he would definitely exclaim: It is incredible that there is such an advanced and exquisite optical camouflage in this era!

The fat monk's robe has been washed clean at some point, and the plain draped on his body also has a bit of the true character of a monk.

It's just that now he is holding a wine jug that came from nowhere, taking a sip of wine at the spout, pointing to the smoke and dust in the distance, and singing a poem of the Tang Dynasty.

It's just that the momentum is there, and the artistic conception in the poems is also there, but you, a fat old monk, are holding a pot of wine in your hand, isn't it very beautiful?

At least that's what the old Taoist priest sitting across from him thought, but his image was not much better, a fat chicken in his hand with his head down and a big bite, and a lion shaking his head and tearing the most chewy chicken breast into his mouth.

Meimei chewed it a few times, and the feeling of tendon, the unique fresh fragrance of the free-range fat chickens in the backyards of the city residents spread.

After swallowing it with satisfaction, he made up a sip of the good wine in the back kitchen of the best inn in the city, and then sighed: "This is life!" ”

The fat old monk looked at him with disdain: "It seems that your disciples and grandchildren on Maoshan are abusing you, a fat chicken and a pot of good wine will satisfy you like this?" ”

The old Taoist priest glanced at him and said disdainfully: "You are embarrassed to say that one of the two pots of wine I went to touch back fell into your hands, if you want to say that I am right, return the pot of wine to me first!" ”

"Ahem!" The fat old monk looked at the sky, and looked at him: "The weather is good today, you say, do these guys who came have any life to go back alive?" ”

The old Taoist priest pursed his lips, no longer entangled the pot of wine, and replied: "I estimate the hanging, we all know the details of these guys, but the details of the Chen Bainiu, you have been checking for a month, have you found out that you have a clue?" ”

"Shhh Hearing the old Taoist priest say this question, the fat old monk couldn't help but snort his teeth: "It's strange to say, when our identity reaches our point, what other hidden sect can hide from us?" ”

"Don't put gold on your face, if you stick it again, you still won't be a monk!"

The old Taoist priest looked disgusted: "Don't say anything else, just say that the dark sect of Buddhism wanted to get rid of Chen Bainiu half a month ago, didn't you also receive the slightest rumor?" ”

"Enough! Liu Mingkang, as the saying goes, you don't slap people in the face and scold people without exposing their shortcomings, you are completely doing the opposite, right? The fat old monk looked angry.

Since you are angry, you have to fight back, in fact, these two people are like children.

But now that they have lived to this point, and their status is so high, their various actions can be regarded as a game in the world.

"You Liu Mingkang is the leader of the Daomen, but with the power of your Daomen, the world, especially in the northwest, can you say that you have been investigating for almost half a year, have you found out anything?"

The fat old monk retorted with a proud face, since he wants to hit people, he must hit the roots, and Luo Zhenren of Gesoap Mountain was killed by the master of the city, Chen Bainiu, and killed the Yellow Turban Lux who has been raised by the sect for many years, which is an eternal pain in the Daomen!

The old Taoist priest was almost choked by these words, but he immediately reacted: "So what? According to his appearance in this world, judging from the short period of time, his various methods can indeed be said to be the proper way of immortal disciples.

Even if his origin is unknown, so what? As long as we know that he is a disciple of the Daomen, what he is doing is to promote the Dao Dharma! ”

Saying that, the old Taoist priest raised his head and said to the fat old monk with a sneer: "This is the master of protecting the calf, your Buddhism Secret Sect killed the little girl, according to his temperament, this time your Buddhism seems to be more auspicious and less auspicious, I don't know that you are the backer of Buddhism, and you can't protect your disciples and grandchildren?" ”

Speaking of this question, the fat old monk was frustrated: "How can I make a move?" If Luo Zhenren hadn't been killed by him, and had the Yellow Turban Lux not been absorbed by him, he wouldn't have been able to do anything, of course I could be like Luo Zhenren last time, and wouldn't let him lie down under his palm! ”

The old Taoist priest pouted again: "You are an old Taoist who doesn't understand anything, and you still don't touch it?"

Is there an absolute ten thousand laws in this world, you and I are very clear, if you don't have enough ability, you don't have enough ability, admit it, what excuse to make! ”

The fat old monk was annoyed and embarrassed by what he said: "Liu Mingkang, if you had confidence in your Taoism, you would have made a move a long time ago, and you still have to wait until now?" Now it's the eldest brother, don't talk about the second brother, don't talk about the crow, don't talk about the pig black! ”

The old Taoist priest sneered at the fat old monk shamelessly, then lowered his head and tore off the last piece of meat on the chicken skeleton in his hand, threw the chicken bone out of the city wall, and drank the last drop of wine in the wine jug.

Then he said to the fat old monk solemnly: "That's right! With my Liu Mingkang's Taoism, there is really no way to deal with him, and this point cannot be determined before I come here.

But after coming here, I can finally be sure that with my ability Liu Mingkang, before I make up my mind to break the kettle, I really can't do anything about him!

But so what? Can I be like you? I generously admit it, but you're making excuses, you're not like me, before you let it out, how could you get him? ”

"It's better to sit and watch the play, and see if we can kill him without using the Dao method, purely with the highest force in the Great Song Palace, under the fight of life and death, so that we can save trouble!"

Above the city gate, the three big characters of Peace Valley are written vigorously and powerfully!

Huang Sheng said to the Sunflower Ancestor and Dugu Zhu beside him: "Unexpectedly, there are two more to see in this Chen Bainiu's words!" (To be continued.) )