Baiyun Sect, Xiaodan Mountain.

The clouds abandoned left and right without a trace, closed the door and practiced hard in the courtyard.

His trademark white beard had been cut off, and this thing was useful as a foreign elder attending various occasions, but it was useless for martial arts cultivation.

In fact, it was often the scribes who liked to get their hair done.

There were not many scribes in Yuezhou, but there were many imperial capitals.

Yun Wuxian went to the imperial capital last year, participated in the imperial capital competition, and felt that the imperial capital was more prosperous than before, and his atmosphere and atmosphere were also very fond of it.

Yun Wuxian even felt that he should be a scribe in his bones.

The scribe was very good at words, and he learned this without a trace, but he didn't learn it well, and he turned into a wagging lip.

After Yun Wuxian saw Dong Zhongshu, he admired it tightly, because the Wu family was staring closely, Yun Wuji did not have any contact with Dong Tingshi. However, Dong Zhongshu's demeanor is still charming.

The arena demon changed, Dong Zhongshu wrote a handwritten letter from the Holy Master, and he actually suppressed the demon flame. I don't think he will have this kind of power, but he yearns for it.

And over the years, Yun Wuxian has behaved like a scribe both internally and externally.

There is a folk proverb in Yuezhou: big fists are the last word.

The clouds are gone, and they are almost forgotten.

However, when Dad agreed to Wang Ming's challenge, Yun Wuxian suddenly felt unbearable, which made him feel humiliated in his heart more than any flattery before.

Dad is undoubtedly a martial god, but he is over ninety years old. The average lifespan of the martial god is one hundred and twenty years old, and the father has entered his old age, and for his own sake, he has suffered from the provocation of a junior. Even if Wang Ming is blown into slag on the stage of life and death, Dad will become a joke.

Throughout the ages, there has not been a great master of the Martial Dao Sixfold who has ever challenged the Martial God of the Martial Dao Ninefold. Even if Daddy wins, it is not glorious at all, and these are all brought by him without a trace.

It is foreseeable that in the coming year, he will become a joke and be constantly mentioned on various occasions.

Yun Wuxian was naked, just like when he was a child, he seriously practiced the Baiyun Fist that the disciples of the White Cloud Sect had started.

Yun Wuxian didn't know why he was practicing Baiyun Boxing, he hadn't practiced it for a long time.

This is a human-level one-level exercise, and after mastering a higher level exercise, he will naturally not go back to practice this Baiyun Fist.

After practicing, Yun Wuxian understood, because this set of punches was taught to him by his father himself.

The night is getting thicker, the clouds and mist are rising, and there is a wonderful feeling that the clouds are gone, and the martial arts cultivation that has not advanced for many years seems to have increased a little.

Yun Wuxian was not happy, and felt guilty in his heart, what have he been doing for so many years?!

The Gu family is small, the lantern at the door is hanging high, and Song Que is riding on the heads of Zhuge Gu and Wu Bishen and pasting a framed banner on it.

Song Que compared, and under the door plaque with the four big characters of "Gu Family Xiaozhu", he also said that he felt that it was inappropriate, and stood directly on the shoulders of Zhuge Gu and Wu Bishen.

"Don't tremble. Song Que shouted as he hung up the banner, raised his hand and dragged it, and it was very stable.

Bang, Song Que slapped twice and jumped down, ten steps away from the door of the Gu family's small building, and looked at the banner with satisfaction.

There was just one word on the banner: "I!

This word is amazing, as if I came in person.

Song Que nodded, with this banner, demons, demons and beasts have to retreat.

This banner Song Que originally wanted to bring back to Lei City and hang it in the ancestral hall of the Song family, to put it bluntly, it was used to go back and brag.

Now that Song Que has no such idea, if he really brings this calligraphy back, wouldn't he be just like the little daughter-in-law who keeps bringing her husband's things back to her parents' house?

The Gu family wants to buy the Wulei Gate in the future, and Song Que plans in his heart that as the other courtyard of the Wulei Gate in Yuezhou, the word "I" is the treasure of the town house of this courtyard, not only the demons and monsters can't enter, but the people on the official face don't dare to be presumptuous when they come here.

For Song Que's move, Wang Fuzi expressed great satisfaction.

In the evening, Master Wang asked the servants to send him for daily use, and he planned to eat and live in Wuleimen before he left for Beijing, so as to educate the children of Wuleimen.

The horizontal plaque of the word "I" was properly placed, and Master Wang officially led Song Que to bow three times and bow nine times in front of the door, burn incense and pray.

It was cumbersome for Song Que, but simple and simple for Master Wang, and it took half an hour to get it done.

Song Que looked at the Gu family Xiaozhu in the night and felt a little different, it was clearly still a three-entry mansion, but there was a kind of atmosphere, which was inviolable.

"Understood?" Master Wang's eyes sparkled.

"Sort of understood. Song Que scratched his head.

"Open up the territory by force, and become the style of our human race with etiquette and culture, and lead all races to return. ”

Song Que's scalp tingled when he heard this.

Wang Fuzi sighed and said: "This is also what I have learned from my closed-door study in recent years, and now I am the emperor of Zhongxing, cultivating martial arts and revitalizing culture, and I want to build an immortal work that can protect my human race for thousands of years." ”

Song Que didn't understand it very well, but he felt very excited.

Wang Fuzi glanced at Song Que and stopped talking, in fact, in his heart, he was more willing to teach the young master of the Five Thunder Gate Sect.

Because in his opinion, Wang Ming, who can write "Ten Steps to Kill One Demon", is the disciple that Wang Tian has been looking for.

However, when he saw Zhang Xiaju, he extinguished this thought.

Some people don't teach but do it innately, Wang Fuzi has nothing to teach Zhang Xiaju, and Wang Ming is naturally the same.

Although Song Que had a poor understanding, he was diligent and willing to learn, so Wang Fuzi retreated to the next best.

As for Wang Ming and Zhang Xiaju, there are also emperors who can teach them.

In the middle of the night, the god son Fang Shiyu rode in a gorgeous carriage, and two ox carts loaded with various gifts behind him were dragged to the door of the Gu family's small building.

When Fang Shiyu got out of the carriage, someone lifted the curtain, got off the car, someone moved the bench, and someone supported him. Although Fang Shiyu is fat, but he walks like flying, the girl of the Long family wants to do this, how can Fang Shiyu refuse.

Fang Shiyu's face was flushed, and he waved his hand and said, "Go back!

The girl in the green dress blushed cheeks, suddenly jumped up and incense Fang Shiyu's face, and then picked up the dress and ran.

Fang Shiyu saw that the girl's neck was blushing, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but want to shout "stay".

I endure!

The girl in Yuezhou is enchanting, but the girl in the imperial capital is rich, and now is the season to wait for the price and sell it, so you can only be ready to move, not rash action.

Fang Shiyu harvested a night of flattery, although his heart was the same mirror, but he was still a little smoky, his steps staggered, he turned around, and then his eyes widened.

What the hell?!

Fang Shiyu recognized the word, the word "I", and woke up with a sudden drink, his body trembled, and the divine light rushed directly from his brain.

Well, I feel a little better, but it's still quite stressful, Fang Shiyu looked at it again, and there was a faint royal aura in the sky above the small Gu family.

I'm here!

Fang Shiyu suddenly remembered that the damn Song Fat Man had hung this poster in front of the door, and he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable for no reason.

"Song Fatty! Song Fatty!Open the door!" Fang Shiyu shouted.