There was no expression on the face of the old man on crutches, his left hand was on crutches, and his right hand was behind his back, and he asked Lu Xiucai, "Have you thought about it?"

Lu Xiucai's body paused slightly, and then nodded firmly: "I have thought of the master." ”

The old man nodded, in fact, it was what he expected, except that he didn't expect that his halfway apprentice was even better than he expected, so it was definitely worthy of praise.

The old man looked at Dong De behind Lu Xiucai as if he had just discovered Dong De's figure.

Most of the monks of the Eastern Heavenly Gate are living in a daze, and some are as confused as those who think they are particularly sober.

In the entire East Heavenly Gate, there is only this old man on crutches who can really see clearly, which can be said to reflect the sentence that everyone is drunk alone and everyone is awake alone, and that person happens to be him.

As for him, Lu Xiucai is at most half drunk and half awake, half knowing.

In the eyes of the old man on crutches, he was neither drunk nor awake, and he was not and did not belong to the people in the East Tianmen Mountain.

Naturally, there is no talk of this drunken awakening.

The old man frowned slightly, but it was extremely fast, very fast, and it was almost there, in fact, Lu Xiucai, who was a Xuanhuang sword cultivator on the mountain a few decades ago, was just slightly sensed in his mind, and as for Dong De, who was in the early stage of Xuanwang, he didn't know it at all.

The old man on crutches turned his head to look at Lu Xiucai and asked suspiciously, "Is it him?"

Lu Xiucai didn't look back, nor did he look at Dong De, just because of him Lu Xiucai knew that no matter whether he was or not, as long as it came from his own mouth, for him Dong De, it was also his own words.

Since he became his Lu Xiucai's scholar, Dong De is really especially his name, Dong De, Dong De, but Dong De.

The old man on crutches nodded slightly, and didn't ask Dong De if he agreed or not, after all, the thing he wanted to know in the entire Dongtianmen was really knowing, and if he didn't know something, he didn't know, so the old man knew Dong De's Dong De even in a moment.

Besides, what he Lu Xiucai asked for back then was not to ask him, an old man who seemed to have no sense of existence in the East Heavenly Gate, so as to make him, a mountain person, become a mountain person, but he Dong Dong couldn't become this real mountain person even if he went to this mountain.

The old man on crutches no longer cares about Dong De, even if it is for him Dong De next, it is definitely a major event that will change for him in the past few hundred years.

After all, for the elderly, what is going on next is what really matters.

This is important, not for Dongtianmen, in fact, it is just a small sect that the old man was bored and sprang up casually.

Don't look at the extremely small Dongtianmen, the third-rate bottom can only be regarded as a reluctance, but the history of the Dongtianmen is not short, it has been thousands of years.

The offering table in the Dongtianmen Patriarch Hall can be said to be full, and then it was changed and changed, and changed and changed.

If you look at it from a side-by-side perspective, this East Heavenly Gate is the ancestral hall of flowing water and the immovable old man on crutches.

"Regardless of whether you Lu Xiucai think about it or not, since you set foot on this day and this moment, it is actually like this, but you Lu Xiucai must be prepared, because in the next few long years, your Lu Xiucai's hundreds of years are nothing. ”

Lu Xiucai, taking a step back, also bowed down and bowed down as before.

Raising his head, his eyes were firm and replied: "Master rest assured, what Lu Xiucai is waiting for is this day, it doesn't matter if you regret it or not." ”

The old man on crutches no longer spoke, but the old man who was not in words was the real old man, the old man who woke up alone in the East Heavenly Gate.

In the eyes of the monks of the Eastern Heavenly Gate, the layer outside the forbidden mountain was nothing more than an extremely thin enchantment, and in an instant, it began to blur unrealistically.

The middle-aged man in black who had beckoned the man in black to some of the high-ranking people in the new ancestral hall on the top of Taihu Lake Peak was sneaking over the barrier at this time, and was not far away from the thatched hut.

The identity of the middle-aged man in black is not low, but it is not those who are put on the surface for people to see, but really hold the real power, such as the size of this Dongtianmen, which is not visible, after all, it is necessary to live under the hands of the black-clothed people, so in the entire Dongtianmen, which hall master has taken something, how much, or a certain peak master has done something that should not have been done, and so on.

However, the man in black is a particularly contradictory existence in this East Heavenly Gate, after all, no one is easy to offend and no one is satisfied.

The middle-aged man in black frowned, and the experience of living this day with his heart for many years made him feel more alarming than ordinary people.

The middle-aged man in black suddenly lowered his body for some reason, but for this unobstructed expanse, it seemed that there was no effect at all, but he still did this uncontrollably.

After looking around for a week, he then used his soul as his eyes, and released it farther, still without the slightest change in safety, but he was not only lightened, but even more nervous, and even above the soul was trembling violently.

No longer hesitating, the middle-aged man in black sacrificed one of his few life-saving things at the bottom of the box.

The middle-aged man in black didn't know where his sense of crisis came from, but he was especially sure that the sense of crisis in his heart was completely derived from the forbidden mountain he had come over and over again, and the small hill he had never looked at his feet.

It's just that from the moment the middle-aged man in black got up and fled, the entire Forbidden Mountain Heaven and Earth was like the coercive power of the whole world, and the middle-aged man in black was about to breathe.

It is as if there is a man of God sitting in it, ruling over the heavens and the earth.

But for the old man on crutches who had taken over the heavens and the earth again, he was indeed like a god-man, at least in this generous world under his own feet.

The figure of the middle-aged man in black suddenly froze, his two eyes were high and prominent, and suddenly, the corner of the middle-aged man in black's mouth smiled slightly, and the next moment, the smile of the man in black stayed at this moment forever.

The body is still in shape, but the complete soul in the body is gone.

What's even more changing is the entire forbidden mountain, the entire forbidden mountain has been reduced to a forbidden place that cannot be banned unless the old man does not agree.

The old man sits in it, and it is the residence of the man of God