Su Biwu looked up to the sky and said nothing.

On the face, it is all cold and frosty.

Huang Yunjun is to break a bigger mountain secret to Su Bi Martial Dao, a secret that should not be known to him.

Huang Yuncheng closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and his lips opened lightly: "When I was a child, I squatted in the corner of the imperial garden and saw rows and rows of small ants, and I always like to provoke one or two of them. ”

Suddenly, Huang Yunjun opened his eyes and looked at Su Biwu, "Then have you ever thought that in this heaven, thousands of feet and thousands of feet, there are also people who look at us like this, and we are the grasshoppers in their eyes, but those people who are outside of thousands of feet will not be as naughty as when I was a child, trapping us grasshoppers in their random misery, maybe you will see a few pleasing to the eye, twist them with your bare hands, and from then on you will rise to the tail of the phoenix." ”

Su Biwu was stunned one after another, in the end, he is a veteran of the battlefield who has a lot of time, whether he is too old, not as brave as when he was young, and whether he has been soaked in officialdom and has a pedantic atmosphere that is indispensable in his bones.

Some can't turn around.

Huang Yunjun just wants to find an old man in Huang Kui Country to talk to, after all, on the way to the road, there will be no Huang Kui in the vast years of his life in the future.

The young man with the sword a few steps ahead seemed to be dissatisfied with Huang Yunjun's excessive stop, or Huang Yunjun's excessive leakage, which should not have been leaked, and said in a cold voice: "Why, you can't let go of this little bit of worldly thoughts, and you still vainly seek the edge of the avenue, or do you think that you have stood high enough to achieve the enlightenment of a saint? Or do you want to make that little thing known to everyone in the world before you are satisfied? Do you know how rare this opportunity is in thousands of years?"

Huang Yunjun turned the horse's head, and looked back at the young man with the sword with a cold look in his eyes, his face was expressionless, "I don't need you to teach me how to do Huang Yunjung, you are not worthy, just because you are the number one in the world?"

The young man with the sword on the horseback suddenly laughed when he heard Huang Yuncheng's words, and the figure on the horseback was also swaying left and right like duckweed in the rain, swaying.

It's like hearing a big laugh.

"It seems that you are used to being the eldest prince, and you don't know the rules of our mountain, so I'll teach you this prince Huang to know first, on this mountain, what is the respect of the strong, and the province will be embarrassed and make people see jokes when they go out in vain, as for whether I am worthy or not, hahaha, it's not your turn to say,"

Su Biwu was originally half-resting on the hilt of the sword, but his right hand was suddenly clenched, and the blade of the sword was quietly separated from the scabbard by a slight gap.

The young man with a sword who seemed to be crazy was full of sword energy, and wisps of it overflowed, and every wisp fell on the heart of him, Su Biwu, a fierce warrior on the battlefield, and he could feel inexplicable palpitations.

The woman beside the sword-bearer man turned her head to look at the sword-bearer man who was about to make a move, and said with dissatisfaction on her face: "Why, your Lu Shihan's sword is already the first in our Southern Sword Sect? ”

The sword-bearer Lu Shihan's momentum suddenly weakened, and his sword intent was fully absorbed, as if he was a little wilting, and turned his head to look at the woman, "Senior Sister Cen said with a smile, isn't it comparable to me that the old man is the master, but junior sister, you can't keep turning your elbows outside, we are the senior brothers and sisters of the sect after all." ”

The woman Cen Xi snorted lightly, then turned her head to look at Huang Yunjun, with a smile on her face, "Huang Gongzi, it was all my senior brother's before, I will accompany you first." ”

He was right, the strong are respected, and the weak are all grasshoppers. ”

Cen Xi was a little embarrassed after hearing this, how could this person he liked be a nerd who didn't understand the amorous feelings, and his master said that he was a good seedling of cultivation, which was still a rare kind to see.

In Linguan City, in the alley, the old shopkeeper Li Mo locked the door, and after Xiao Li Yu confirmed it again, he clapped his hands, as if he wanted to pat off the dust that did not exist between his palms.

Li Mo's face was a little depressed, and Li Yu said with a smile on the side: "What's wrong Lao Li, I still haven't taken any good things under the bed, so I can't rest assured." ”

Li Mo smiled and replied: "That's not it, old objects, old and valuable, but they are all what my Lao Li plans to bring to the coffin, and your Xiao Li is not blessed." ”

Li Yu seemed to take it seriously, jumped up and down in front of Li Mo, and held the old shopkeeper's wide-sleeved robe tightly with both hands, and his face was full of flattery, "Don't, Lao Li, this thing, baby this thing, you don't bring it in life, you don't bring it in death, if you press it down to the coffin lid, it will be worthless, and it is comparable to our Xiao Li who gives you a pillar of incense and burns knife paper during the New Year's Festival." ”

After thinking about it, he added: "It's really not good, you can give us Xiao Li a dream, Xiao Li, even if I give up my daughter-in-law, I will give you a few pieces of Lao Li in the Manshou Garden." ”

The old shopkeeper Li Mo said lightly: "It's really the next book, and I know how to pick the most expensive Manshou Garden, it seems that our old Li doesn't hurt you in vain on weekdays." ”

Li Yu said with a smug face: "That's it." ”

It's just that this smugness was only two or three moments, and Li Mo was holding Li Yu's right ear, "What's the matter, why do you Xiao Li want my old Li to die?"

Li Yu suddenly woke up to the fact that this fox was still old, and he looked for Lao Li's way again.

Before Li Yu could defend a few words, Li Mo let go of Li Yu's ears.

Li Yuhu looked up at the old shopkeeper suspiciously, muttering in his heart, could it be that he looked back and thought about it, and was moved by his Li Yufang's words.

Only then did I see that the old shopkeeper Li Mo looked straight ahead, and Li Yu felt a rare kind of nervousness in Lao Li's eyes.

Turning his head to look, he was dressed in a dusty ranger robe, holding the sword in his left hand, Li Yu recognized the other party, he was the first one to come to the restaurant, how to drink lonely smoke and how not to get drunk down-and-out sword-holding rangers.

In Li Yu's eyes, that ranger seemed to be the best light industry he saw in his biography in idle books.

It's fleeting, and it's right in front of you in an instant.

I saw that the sword-holding ranger said bluntly: "My surname is Mu, my name is Murong Yu, do you want to learn swords?"