The actor said with some emotion: "Now Wang Yin can use the special butterfly dance to let a tiger bite a jackal to death, which can be described as clever, but it is not clever." ”

The cook smiled and nodded, "I know what you mean, what you want to say is that those people in my Donghua Continent who are in high positions and hold power are not comparable to a small Earth Spirit Secret Realm." ”

Xizi took a bite of meat, drank a bowl of wine, and said, "Let's get down to business, when will we take Lu Wenhou away?"

The cook thought for a while and said, "It's not time yet, the god of war in the world must have a reasonable way to exit, otherwise that person will be dissatisfied, and it will be a little difficult for us to do." ”

The actor sighed and said, "It's really a person under the roof who has to bow his head." ”

The cook stroked the bowl, looked at the delicious dishes, and said with some hesitation: "You are just thinking about this, while I am thinking about another serious problem." ”

The actor asked, "What's the problem?"

The cook raised his head, and the light in his eyes was as dazzling and sharp as the cold glow when those butchers wielded butcher knives when they killed pigs and cattle, and said, "Ji Yu, to kill or not to kill?"

The actor looked straight and asked quite seriously: "Are you really sure that he is really the ghost who ran out of the demon well?"

The cook shook his head and said with some frustration, "Not sure." ”

Mo said that in the small Earth Spirit Secret Realm, even in the entire Donghua Continent, there were not many things that could make him uncertain.

The actor also sighed, not knowing whether it was a pity that he couldn't be sure of this answer, but a pity for what he was about to say next.

"Ji Yu has that sword in his hand, we can't kill him, that sword is not just as simple as being raised by a peerless immortal realm powerhouse. ”

His tone was more serious than ever, and a warning.

The cook heard the meaning of the joke, sighed and said, "If you don't kill, you won't kill, and if you kill him, it will do you no good, but you will ask for trouble and affect our plans." ”

"I'm a cook, so I won't do the stupid thing of losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds. ”

The actor suddenly had a smile on his face, a little cold, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter in the dark, and said: "Although you can't kill, you can recruit, you can still recruit, and those who can be enemies of Qin in the world are all my friends!"

The last sentence in his mouth was like an ancient and sacred oath, and when he said it, the originally dim wine shop was full of brilliance, like the stars and the moon falling, like the gods descending!

But only the cook could understand this sentence, and if anyone else heard it, they had to think that he was a man with a brain problem.

The so-called Great Qin is only in Donghua!

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Before Qingming, it rained lightly in Luoyang.

For Ji Yu, Qingming does not have any relatives to worship, if there is, it is also in the Demon Suppression Tower that is thousands of miles away.

But that person is not dead, and he is not from the Donghua Continent, so he shouldn't need to live any Qingming.

However, Lingyue has relatives to pay tribute to and have passed away, and she really wants to have a Qingming, a Qingming in the Donghua Continent and in Xichu.

But now that she is in the secret realm of the earth spirit, she naturally can't pass the upcoming Qingming, so her mood is inevitably a little bad.

However, Ji Yu knew that Lingyue's mood was so low, not just because of this.

In the small courtyard, looking at Duobao, who was working diligently and diligently practicing his sword against the wooden stake, Ji Yu suddenly asked: "Do you think that Butterfly Dance has become your stand-in, and doing this makes you feel a little disgusting." ”

Ling Yue nodded undeniably and sneered: "Such a dirty thing, it is necessary to do it with someone who can replace me with the truth, it always makes me feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, just like the feeling of Kenshin being covered with dust, can you understand?"

Ji Yu said: "I understand, so, why don't we take a look, this killing in Chang'an City, maybe those blood and fire carrying sins can wash away your sword dust." ”

Ling Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "Then try it?"

Ji Yu nodded, then pulled up Ling Yue's sleeve and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

When passing by Duobao, he instructed: "How do I deal with those trivial matters on weekdays, you have also watched it, and you have followed me for so long, and you have also understood some big truths." ”

"If it's not a big deal, you decide the trivial matters for me, and if there are big problems, send those big problems to Fu Bang, and Fu Bang knows how to deal with them. ”

"Regarding the comprehension and cultivation of kendo, if you have any questions that you don't understand, go to the young monk Zhu Chongba first, if he can't solve it, I will solve your doubts when I come back." ”

After saying so much in one breath, Duobao scratched his head a little clumsily and said, "Master, you are a little like today, the day Master Zhang Jiaoxian left." ”

Ji Yu was stunned, this impending entrustment was indeed a bit like the words of farewell, just like those emperors who were old and took care of their orphans, just like the advice of Mr. to the students.

He smiled, feeling that it was not good to feel like this, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, under the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, Lord Yan will not dare to accept me, otherwise he is afraid that I will rob him of his position!"

Duobao looked at the master in the sun, and found that Ji Yu at that moment, his spirit was very different, just like the brilliance of the cold sword called Xiaowang when it suddenly came out of its sheath.

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During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Ji Yu and Lingyue rode west to Chang'an to watch a big show of jackals biting tigers and leopards.

And Yangzhou, finally a war.

Compared with other places, the mood is not good, and the descendants of Wuzhong, in addition to wearing armor and holding blades, are all dressed in linen and filial piety, murderous, with a red-eyed appearance of not taking revenge and vowing not to give up.

Sun Zheng and Zhou Jin stood in front of the army, and behind them were those powerful and distinguished guests in Wuzhong.

Zhou Jin originally thought that Sun Zheng would be a little uncomfortable when he wore linen and filial piety to fight, but now looking at his appearance, where is half uncomfortable.

It turns out that the reason why His Majesty can achieve such a hegemony and stand at the peak of the cultivation realm is because he is always very serious and dedicated to something.

Every time he does something, he will not be difficult to adapt to or integrate into because of some of his own habits and hypocrisy.

This is the nature of my mind, which is heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are my mind?

Thinking of these, Zhou Jin felt a little.

When he came back to his senses, Sun Zheng had already finished the pre-war mobilization, and with a wave of the cold sword in his hand, he scattered several rounds of spring rain in the air, and then shouted: "Kill!"

Then, all the disciples of Wuzhong shouted in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The slaughter that reverberates between heaven and earth makes people feel a little inexplicably frightened.

But Zhou Jin's gaze always fell on the cold sword in Sun Zheng's hand.

It was an extremely ordinary sword, but it felt extremely unusual, just like the fairy sword called Xiao Wang, which gave people the same feeling when it was turned into a bracelet.

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A few days passed, but Lu Wenhou did not see Wang Yin come to discuss the marriage of his righteous daughter and himself, which was inevitably a little strange, so he couldn't suppress the anxiety and curiosity in his heart and visited in person.

When he came to the palace, he saw such a scene.

——Wang Yin hugged the wine jar, like an old madman, sleeping under the table in the main hall, holding his head and crying bitterly, as if he had lost a loved one.

Lu Wenhou suddenly felt bad in his heart, hurriedly stepped forward, came to the table, squatted down, looked at Wang Yin with tears in his face, and asked with concern: "Uncle Yue, what happened to make you grieve so much?"