...... Feng Xiyun and Gu Tingliao, the two important figures in the Three Realms, I am afraid that they are the two ignorant juniors who have passed away and never come back when Mr. Tingyun often mentions when playing against him, and Feng Xiyun ......

When it came to Fengxiyun, Huang Quan subconsciously remembered that when playing against him, Mr. Tingyun would occasionally praise him for his beauty and moonlight, if the junior of his family went so early, it would be just right for her to ...... begging Huangquan to be his grandson-in-law, the old man Tingyun would always sigh whenever he talked about this, and then he would nostalgically tell him about the Shen Shen Chang'an of the year - the later Feng Xiyun.

The Shen Sin of that year was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, the young man was heroic, and the smile was full of the city, which was different from the vitality of the voice "old monster" who had lived for tens of millions of years...... In Mr. Tingyun's memories again and again and the legends he knew about a single person who single-handedly blocked a million soldiers in the Demon Realm, a vague female figure that he pieced together in his mind finally coincided with the wind and evil clouds in front of him who were constantly looking at the door and his eyebrows were smart.

Then he felt that the wind and clouds were exactly the appearance of the women he had been thinking about for hundreds of days and nights.

Huang Quan didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where he would end up in the end, tens of thousands of years ago, when he opened his eyes, he was a child with no memories and the past, living alone in the eighteenth layer of hell, without friends, without relatives, just guarding the sea of desire that opened calmly as if it was about to stagnate. Even if he later had a godhead, obtained a divine body, went out of hell, and went out of the underworld, he was still like a rootless duckweed, with no place to come from, and no place to return. Be a man in the world, be an immortal in the divine realm or clean the courtyard, be a cross-ferryman in the bitter sea of the underworld, and go to the Buddha realm, go to be a little monk in the Buddha hall to add oil to the ever-bright lamp, every time he gets tired, he changes places again, and in this way for tens of thousands of years, he has never been to a place other than the eighteenth layer of hell, and has never walked a person who can make her nostalgic, even the monarch of the seventeenth layer of hell in the underworld that he has known since he opened his eyes and became conscious. The legend of the most promising king of the earth to become a Buddha all said that as far as Huang Quan's face is heartless and desireless, far away from the red dust, if he did not appear in the sea of desire, appeared in the place where the desires of all beings in hell belong, if it were not for the gods and Buddhas with different personalities, those old immortals in the Buddha domain are afraid that they will directly break into hell, welcome him into the Sumeru sky, and revered on the Buddha's seat, where is there still his Jizang matter.

However, he has no heart and no desire, but after occasionally hearing the old things in Mr. Tingyun's mouth, and walking the road that Shen Xin has walked one by one, he has expectations for a person for the first time.

He...... Looking forward to meeting her.

In the end, it got its wish.

Feng Xiyun grabbed the door frame, hid her body by the door, and kept struggling with whether to enter or not, but before she could come up with a result, she saw the old court who was kneeling crookedly in the courtyard straight, kneeling straight, and then felt a pain in her ears, and then, the familiar voice of the old man sounded in her ears.

"Little rabbit cub, if you don't go home for three years, you won't know your home?" Tingyun first saw Fengyun, his voice was a little choked, and then he was surprised-although he said that the way of surprise was a little fresher and more refined-but he didn't say anything about his three years of pain and the catastrophe of Fengyun three years ago.

Feng Xiyun turned his head, and saw that the old man Tingyun was holding a handful of vegetables in one hand and her ear in the other, glaring angrily, but his eyes were slightly red.

"Old man, it hurts...... It hurts, if you don't let go, I won't give you a pension. Tingyun's hand twisting Fengxiyun's ears was not very hard, and Fengxiaoyun was already in her twenties, but she still played treasure on Tingyun like she did every time she got into trouble when she was a child, Tingyun suddenly laughed, and Fengxiyun also laughed, but when she turned her head, she saw the calm scholar covering her lips with her fists and laughing hard. Feng Xiyun coughed embarrassedly, "Dead old man, you can save me some face in front of outsiders." ”

Tingyun snorted arrogantly, "The dead child secretly went to the god realm to fold flowers and was discovered, and then when the people Jiyuan sent you back to me, why didn't you say face," Having said that, Tingyun still let go of his hand, and turned his head to see that the outsider in his dead child's mouth was the scholar next door who was good-looking, occasionally came back to play chess with him, and his chess skills were barely on par with him, and remembered that he praised his child in front of other scholars how sensible (how naughty and naughty), How demure (nothing), and then look at the girl in the ill-fitting red dress in front of her, and suddenly feel a pain in the face.

In the courtyard, Gu Tingliao heard the painful cry of Feng Xianyun, gloating, bowing his head and smiling happily, the old man Tingyun heard the movement in the courtyard, glanced at the courtyard, and saw that it was the little bastard who had not returned home for three years, Liang Liang said, his tone was full of disapproval: "Yo, His Royal Highness Tingliao, if you don't go back to your Ledu, why are you coming to my little broken place?" Then he turned his head and said to Ye Qianfan, Yi Siming, and Scholar: "Qianfan, Xiao Si, you are all good children, why are you kneeling when you come to see my old man, hurry up." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Tingliao's originally raised lips and his eyebrows and eyes drooped, and there was almost a capital "mourning" word on his head, but Tingyun didn't speak, and he didn't dare to get up.

Without waiting for Gu Tingliao to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Tingyun Huangquan, "Huangquan, come to my house for dinner later." ”

Huang Quan looked at the girl with a smile in the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but respond: "Okay." ”

Tingyun nodded with satisfaction, took Feng Xiyun's wrist and entered the courtyard gate, on their side, Yi Si Ming took the vegetables, chickens, fish and wine in Tingyun's hand and followed closely, when he passed by Gu Tingliao's side, he tried to ignore his boss's vicious gaze, Tingyun Old Man saw that his kid had not gone home for three years, and now he dared to stare at people, and he didn't know where to take out the ring ruler that made Feng Xiyun and Gu Tingliao smell it since he was a child, and without saying a word, he pulled it down according to Gu Tingliao, and beat him to teach directly, and he didn't dare to get up and dodge.

After another interlude, Feng Xianyun Chao was still standing in front of the door, and said "Bear more" to Huang Quan, who was a little surprised by such a Gu Ting Liao and Mr. Ting Yun, and then turned his head, and made a grimace at Gu Ting Liao, who was being smoked by Ting Yun, in a place that Ting Yun couldn't see.

Huang Quan smiled when he saw Feng Xiyun, and he no longer saw the gloom and anger when he confronted Feng Ziyi between his eyebrows, and then for some reason, the corners of his lips also had a light smile.

Standing in front of the barrier in the center of Nanzhou, thinking that he was about to see the wind and evil clouds in his heart, Huang Quan seemed to remember the old things, Huang Quan smiled at the corner of his eyes, and his happy emotions could not be suppressed any longer.

Tingyun and Lingxin looked at the small courtyard with an enchantment in front of them, and there was a hint of surprise on their faces, but when their eyes fell on Huang Quan, they were a little imperceptible and guarded.

I'm afraid that this person really has a heart for his own child, of course, it may be that he has ulterior motives for his family.

Seeing Huang Quan's expression, Tingyun knew that Huang Quan was afraid that he was going to follow them to find Feng Xiyun, but Feng Xiyun ...... Tingyun remembered the joke he owed before, and wanted to get Xianyun and Buyu together, and at this moment he wanted to slap himself twice through the day, but ...... At that time, Huang Quan had no desire and no heart, how did he know that this person would really have a heart for the evil clouds.

If it wasn't for the fact that eighteen years ago, he hadn't known that Feng Xianyun was the reincarnation of the Phoenix Emperor Ning Yuan, who had been carrying the cause and effect on his back, if he hadn't found out the true origin of this person when he searched through the books of the underworld later, he would have met a man like Huang Quan, and he would be happy to bring together the evil clouds and Huang Quan, who had hurt him since he was a child, but the evil clouds were thin, he couldn't harm a good child like Huang Quan, and he couldn't hand over the wind and evil clouds to Huang Quan, who he didn't see very clearly.

He had to say anything more, but he saw that Huang Quan's hand had already ignited a scarlet-colored divine fire, and he turned around and threw it towards the enchantment, but before the divine fire touched the enchantment, Huang Quan only felt that his divine soul trembled, and then the blood was left from the seven orifices, Tingyun saw that Huang Quan's movements were neat, but he didn't expect that as soon as the divine fire left his hand, Huang Quan fell to the ground first. Although Tingyun didn't know what happened to Huang Quan, he couldn't really let Huang Quan fall to the ground.

Tingyun hurriedly stepped forward to catch Huang Quan, but saw scarlet blood flowing out of his seven orifices, making Huang Quan, who already looked weak, even paler, and then, Tingyun was shocked.

Although Tingyun didn't know the specific origin of this man called Huang Quan, they had been neighbors for more than ten years, so he knew that Huang Quan, like him, was born with a divine womb. They were born gods, and in this world, except for being extremely badly injured, there is nothing that can damage their souls and bleed so badly that they bleed.

A divine seal appeared on Tingyun's forehead, and then divine power poured out from the divine seal, but before his divine power could flow into Huang Quan's body, he saw Huang Quan, who he thought was unconscious, supporting his body for a while, and then opened his eyes.

The blood covered his eyes with a layer of red, and that feeling was like standing on the ancient battlefield where the Jin Ge Iron Horse had fought to the bitter end, and he didn't like this feeling, but now he didn't have the energy to care about it.

"Hell...... The Monarch of Hell rebelled, and the underworld rebelled again. A trace of sadness flashed in Huang Quan's eyes.

Shen Chang'an's Spirit Cutting Bridge fell directly within the enchantment, separated by the enchantment, and her aura was not discovered by Tingyun who was still outside the enchantment, but when she came, Feng Li was suddenly alert, holding a halberd in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and seeing that the person who came was Shen Changan, he bowed deeply, "General Feng Li, the general of the Immortal City, bowed deeply." He said, but the halberd in his hand did not let go.

"Since you still admit that I am your majesty, then, you should have the appearance of your subordinates meeting the monarch, isn't it Duyun Shen?" Shen Changan fell in front of Feng Li's eyes, although she had a dead breath on her body and no monarch's seal on her forehead, but when she raised her eyebrows, she still made people feel silent, with the majesty of a monarch.