Fat people are not necessarily broad-minded, but may also be numb to their weight.

Xu Lai ignored this fat man, after the sword was released at the Spring Night banquet that year, the grievances between him and Xiangbei were clear.

He showed his Zhan Lu sword, and the sword body hummed, resounding through the mountain.

This is the highest etiquette of sword cultivation.

Bow with the sword.

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Since he completely gave up his cultivation, Master Confucius was already a little old, but after hearing the news, his figure became a little older.

It is a kind of courage to disperse oneself and go with the flow, and to die a righteous life, and not everyone has such courage, especially after tasting the sweetness of practicing immortality.

These days, Master Confucius has rarely even managed these flowers and plants, and most of the time, he is lying at the foot of the Sword Sect, lazily basking in the sun.

The sun is very comfortable in the spring.

Some people say that Master Confucius is still the prisoner of the Guozijian, and some people say that Master Confucius is actually a member of the Sword Sect for a long time.

Master Confucius has sometimes thought about this question, now, who am I on?

But when he got older, his head was not bright, and after thinking about it twice, he couldn't think of a reason, so Master Confucius gave up.

Looking at Xu Lai coming, Master Kong smiled very reluctantly.

"'White-haired' sends black-haired people. ”

He didn't go to Splitting Academy.

When Kong Xuanzhao entered the school, the lecturer who took him was Ximen Po.

More than 100 years have passed, Ximen Po died in the prime of life, and Confucius has to be white.

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Xu Lai didn't stay at the foot of the mountain.

For Confucius, the most precious things now are the sunshine in the sky and the green fields at the foot of the mountain.

He had no children.

Emperor Xuantian did not practice today.

The incident in the south had a much greater impact on him than on Xu Lai.

"Looks like you've guessed it. ”

Emperor Xuantian smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

There are naturally very few things that can make him, the prince of the dignified demon clan, feel helpless.

The God of the Returning Realm can make almost everyone in the world helpless.

The ghost car shouted, "If I knew this was the case, then I shouldn't have let that tall man go." ”

Bai Ze glanced at him, "He is the peak of the Xuan Realm, can you beat him?"

"Isn't there still that blind man and cow?"

Xu Lai didn't say anything, when the king of the country died, the six Brahma lords didn't make a move, and after more than ten years of going north, it was naturally not the reason for the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even Shanjian City, which was almost isolated from the Zhou Dynasty, was shocked after learning that the prince of the demon clan had worshiped the Sword Sect, and wanted to take this opportunity to find out the reaction of the demon clan, so what about the others?

What about the witches?

Simon Po is dead.

But the matter of the city of good vision is ultimately revealed.

The best can be ahead, and the worst can be ahead.

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The town of Three Rivers is north

A very inconspicuous town in the province of Yuanxing.

But it is located in the northernmost part of the Terran Dynasty, and further north, beyond the Pingding Army guarding the frontier, it is a wild land that is thousands of miles long.

Very few people come to such a place.

Today, the town of Three Rivers welcomes a new guest.

In fact, it is not a new guest, but compared to the people of Trois-Rivières today, it is indeed a little new.

Li Qinghou looked miserable, like a person who was haunted by bad luck.

He had already broken an arm, and he had fled all the way, and even the most poor beggar looked a little better than him.

Thirty years have passed, if you count from the time he left Trois-Rivières.

Such a person is very common in Three Rivers Town, and he has not attracted much attention, and he is not Xu Lai, so there will be no mother of the Destiny to bring him water.

Li Qinghou saw a butcher who was killing pigs and cows, and the shouting was endless.

He knew the butcher, who had just tied his hair when he left, and now he had gray hair on his sideburns.

He also recognized the beggar on the side of the road, who thirty years ago was a coachman, fashionable and sturdy, but now he was too old to pull a carriage anymore.

Of course, most people Li Qinghou don't recognize it after all.

Thirty years is enough for ordinary people to undergo vicissitudes of life.

For example, Li Qinghou's house.

He walked along the mostly familiar stone path, then stopped in front of a pawn shop.

"Su Ji pawn shop?"

Li Qinghou muttered to himself.

He remembered that he had been sold to a well-known trader in Trois-Rivières, but now he had turned it into a pawn shop.

Li Qinghou shook his head, a little embarrassed.

In dozens of days, he spanned almost half of the Terran Dynasty, used up all the spiritual jade on his body, dressed in disguise, slept in the open, dried up the true qi in his body, and dried up the sea of knowledge.

Even so, whether he can see the sun tomorrow, Li Qinghou is not sure.

The Nine Shadows Sect is still there.

But it is no longer the original Nine Shadows Sect.

In fact, Li Qinghou had no intention of giving up investigating that incident from the beginning, he was a casual cultivator, he knew the hardships of casual cultivation, and he didn't want to become a casual cultivator in the future.

This investigation lasted until some time ago, when Qin Dongnan publicly announced that Kejin Valley's cultivation had gone mad and died violently.

Kejin Valley naturally won't die violently.

Naturally, there is no need for an investigation.

But Li Qinghou didn't leave immediately, with his current territory, wanting to avenge Kejingu is tantamount to a fool's dream, but revenge can still be done.

He knew that there was something that was very important to Qin Dongnan, at least to the current Nine Shadows Sect.

Li Qinghou clenched the bell in his hand.

He didn't know what kind of treasure this Qin Dongnan used to use to gather the disciples of the Nine Shadows Sect every day before, but without this thing, he would presumably have a lot of trouble.

Li Qinghou took the bell and left

opened the Nine Shadows Sect, and the price paid was that he almost lost his life. And this handicap, for some time to come, may continue forever.

Li Qinghou was stunned, and the shopkeeper of the pawn shop had already noticed this beggar-looking person, sneaky, looking around, with bad intentions, so he inexplicably gave birth to a nameless fire.

In fact, there was a time when the town of Three Rivers gave special treatment to beggars, so much so that later all the beggars in the entire Beiyuan Province came to the wind.

Because everyone knows that Chen's mother picked up a beggar back then, and this beggar turned into an immortal, and finally took Chen's mother's only daughter as a disciple and took her to the legendary imperial city.

For the people of Trois-Rivières, it has become a legend.

So after a period of time, the treatment of beggars in Sanhe Town suddenly improved, and everyone wondered if they could meet the second Shangxian and whether they could become the second Chen's mother.

It's best to be the second Chen casual.

But there is no second Xu Lai in the world.

The town of Three Rivers has become the place where the beggars of the entire Northern Abyss Province are most willing to come to cheat and eat and drink.

When Li Qinghou saw the beggar before, he was also a local, who had been a coachman for decades, and when he was old, he had no heirs and became a beggar.

The shopkeeper of the pawnshop was very angry, seeing Li Qinghou standing in front of the door and reluctant to leave, he felt insulted, and rushed out in three steps and two steps, and said in a weird manner, "Oh, where did this immortal come from, you are also from Fengqi, right? Are you called Xu Lai? Or, are you the senior brother of Xu Lai, the cousin, the brother of the worshipper?"

These brothers of "Xu Lai" used to be the favorite banner of those beggars who came to Sanhe Town to cheat and eat and drink.

Li Qinghou was silent.

The shopkeeper wanted to drive people away, but when he saw that the beggar had broken an arm, he looked much worse than the average beggar, even if he didn't say anything, he finally felt a little unbearable in his heart, and said, "Okay, okay, I won't let people bomb you, be interesting yourself, leave early, Brother Xu Lai is not welcome here." ”

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he wanted to go back and continue to play with the abacus, but just when he turned around, an extremely familiar name came into his ears.

"Niu Er. ”

Li Qinghou opened his mouth, his lips chapped.

The shopkeeper's figure froze, and he turned his head in disbelief.

He is familiar with this title.

When he was a child, he was herding cattle, and there were two cows in the family, so he was called Niu Er.

But only two people had ever called him that.

Only two people dared to call him that.

One is his father.

One is his former master.

Li Qinghou.

Li Qinghou brushed away the messy and dusty hair on his face, and wiped his face with his hands, although the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became, but the face that had accompanied him for more than ten years could never be forgotten.

That face has changed a lot, because it is much younger, but Niu Er recognized it at the first time, because this is indeed the appearance of Li Qinghou's young man.

Niu Er's mind roared, his eyes glazed, and only after a moment did he call out softly in disbelief.

"Sir?"