Mingwa just looked at him...... , the corners of the mouth raised a good-looking arc, with a little lazy, a little bad.

"yes...... That's why you're not dead that I'm paying more and more attention to your ....... ”

"Phew!! are you rare?"

Someone said he was disgusted and spit out the part of the jerky that he couldn't chew alive.

Then, Dumb shook his wet hair in the rain, and joked loudly: "It's like hating me for not dying! Why don't you poison this wine, just poison Lao Tzu?!!

Hey, Lao Tzu is so strange! Since you care so much about the Ascendant, and you still register Lao Tzu, why do you want to watch Lao Tzu fend for himself?!"

Someone's complaint was only exchanged for a cold snort from Mingwa, and a meaningful look. Combined with the already dim skylight, that glance was a bit overcast.

This is clearly saying: what do you think?!

He suddenly realized that for a long time, he seemed to have neglected a big problem, and that was that Iron Foot cared about himself. And when did this concern start, and why?

It just so happened that at this moment, a trace of strong alcohol was inhaled into the throat, triggering a massive cough.

“...。。 Ahem, ahem... Ahem, ahem... Don't tell me... Lao Tzu was born with a jade tree in the wind, and his bones were amazing......???

"Hehehe, what do you think?!" Mingwa looked at him meaningfully, really like looking at a retarded person.

"Don't you tell me that since the master fell into this realm, you have been worried about accepting Lao Tzu?" Dumb's brows had already twisted into a dead knot, and he was doubting his entire life.

"Aha, you seem to have finally opened up a bit! Unfortunately, you still know too little!" Mingwa looked at him as if she were looking at a fool sitting under a cash cow begging for food.

"Uncle Faye, and his companions, or the people who are waiting for the team? Hey, don't you mean to say that everything I'm stupid is under your Iron Foot's supervision, or that every step I take is due to your Iron Foot?!!!"

"Pick up the messenger!"

"Receiving the Messenger ???"

"Yes, you guess a few or all of them wrong, but please keep a little respect to them! Because many of them are Ascended Beings like you... Or blood relatives.... ”

Someone suddenly felt a golden thread, quite like a stupid birthday star whose head was buttoned into the cake in the later life. Faces flashed through his mind, and he wanted to sift through every face he had ever encountered.

However, his brain is like a pot of boiling porridge now, and those faces are bubbles that keep bubbling up, bulging and bursting.

Mingwa just watched someone get tangled like this, and this process made him enjoy ...... very much. It wasn't until Dumb was pulling his hair into two towering horns that he said, "Don't guess! Moreover, for a dying person, all this is meaningless. ”

But Dumb didn't think so, he stared at the man in front of him, as if a flower was blooming on his face.

"What the hell do I have? that makes you so interesting, or what can I give you?"

"Hah!haha!" Mingwa looked up to the sky and let out a few strange laughs.

"Who is to blame for this? Who made you play so much? Ascension, you know that you are really funny?!!"

Mingwa suddenly felt that Dumb was funny, and it was even funnier for herself to choose to defect to Dumb.

So, he gestured with his hand and exaggeratedly shouted, "...... Good fellow, the golden light soars to the sky, the earth shakes the mountains, and the eight hundred miles of the Hanhai can be heard!

Then, Sima Hongming began to laugh violently, accompanied by signs of being angry, and someone also laughed inexplicably......

In the wilderness, when it was dark in the morning, they laughed until the lobes of their lungs made a bellows-like sound.

I don't know how long it took before Mingwa gasped and said, "...... Brat...... You see: Siamese messengers are rare, and only twenty-one are actually alive. And you've seen twelve, which is really high ....... ”

And Dumb didn't feel good, he suddenly thought of more questions: "Twelve? There were only nine in Huitou Town...... Well, it doesn't matter, but what about Lian'er? How many are there with her?"

"Two!" Mingwa said categorically, the answer was unquestionable.

"But those two are special, they are the only two female messengers in two hundred years. ”

At this moment, Shangguan Lian'er was still asleep, she couldn't hear these words, and naturally she wouldn't know that her trajectory was not accidental.

"There's a lot you don't know, for example, many old monsters of the sect recognize you because they have seen it in person. It's in that town called Turnback, but you don't know it!"

Dumb was even more confused at the moment, but he was tormented by the memory of being completely awakened, which was too many fragments.

...... From the bandit he met in the first morning to Uncle Faye who taught his alchemy for no reason. From the sigh of his life in the side gate of the Duobao Pavilion in the border city, to the retreat of those splendid cultivators ......in Huitou Town.

Yes, he had been considered by many people, many times! He didn't know if they had found anything special about them, or if they had been disappointed in the end, .......

“...... Every time I see you, I want to ask you, "What are you doing here?" Today, you can finally say it. ”

"You really want to know?...... It's actually boring: I actually regretted it the first day I came. You know, in my hometown, there is an old saying that parents don't travel far. And I, who have both parents, are playing away from home. This is the biggest disobedience and unfilial piety!

...... What are you doing here?!hehehe, why don't I want to know?" Dumb held up his wine bag, but found that it was empty, so he had to put it down again.

"Today, there is only one thing I want to do: go home...... With Lian'er!"

Thousands of miles away, on the Tailai Pavilion, the dinner is in full swing, and it is also coming to an end.

The only guest of honor was feasting on the last main course, but the delicacies of the mountains and seas could not stop the mouth of a certain host.

“...... Since His Majesty ascended the throne, a total of 39 ascended people have been recruited, and a total of 183 years have been spent... Since then, eighteen people have fallen, and now there are twenty-one remaining.

Among the thirty-nine people: the longest one has three out of seventy when he ascends, and he has two intermediate levels. The youngest is 12 years old, and he is a mid-level triple, originally a grandson and two daughters, but he died a year ago. Especially this grandson, although he was the youngest when he ascended, he was the most qualified person in five hundred years!"

At this time, the old man Wu was already red at the tip of his nose, and his tone became more and more emotional when he saw that he was drunk.

“...... The old slave can't remember anymore. When exactly it began, the messengers were all taken by the ascended ones or their blood relatives. Maybe it's because one type of person knows the same kind best, or maybe it's because it's easier for people to coexist with each other than kill each other?...... In short, the accounts of these 10,000 years are roughly like this.

Turning over the classics of the sect for 10,000 years, the ascendant always appears brilliantly, but it quickly disappears into the crowd, except for the Yunmeng family, there will be no Jindan powerhouse in the future.

From generation to generation, we held them like this and secretly raised them, and it became a joke of the Eight Sects......

And Your Majesty, it seems that he is particularly interested in these two new promotions, so why is the intention of soliciting them weaker?"

At this moment, Lu Banweng had stopped his chopsticks, and was reopening the album at this time, looking at it unhurriedly, and he was turning to the part of the nuns.

Hearing Wu Wenyuan's words, Shenjun did not raise his head, as if he was deeply attracted by the content of that article. And the person holding the lamp on the side is also adjusting the spotlight array to the maximum. From the other side, he looked like he was bathed in a glorious umbrella.