Click!

Bang!

The bowl of porridge was spilled, the soup was splashed, and the seat was overturned.

Ram Yao quickly retreated, still stained with rice soup on his body, a little embarrassed.

The little boy's face was slightly red.

Click!

Another porridge bowl cracked, and the rice porridge fell on the table, but it didn't splash.

The young man in white frowned and looked at the bowl of porridge on the table, which had become a disaster, his control was more than a step higher than that of Ram Yao, but he still didn't succeed.

Yao Lao shook his head and said: "The sword qi is rigid, the fetal breath is soft, this is the nature, the fetal breath of Chen Boy has no edge and no rays, it is better to change, it can be bent, your sword qi is straight out of the body, and it is sharp, you don't need to try." ”

I see, everyone nodded, the truth is not profound, and there is still some regret in my heart, I can't learn such a fun thing, but I also faded the idea of learning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A bolt from the blue!

Jingle ......

Cups, dishes, and plates shattered.

Airplanes...... Airplanes......

The sky swirled, the earth shook, the sound of explosion and thunder kept coming, and smoke and dust were everywhere......

This kind of shaking lasted for half an hour, everyone fell into the dust, all of them were gray-faced, and their faces were panicked, and the dilapidated house behind them finally collapsed, and the newly built Tongque Terrace was unhindered.

The ram in the dust looked at the eastern sky in a daze, where the black mist swirled, changing for no reason, and there were sword lights everywhere, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The medicine elder stared at the black mist for a while, and scolded while wailing: "Ah! My medicinal herbs, damn fools, I don't want to die well if I fight and don't find a place where no one is! I can't die well! My medicine! The old man just divided the medicine, how can I find it?!"

"Didn't the ground cow turn over?"

The vultures asked innocently.

"There is land, which earth cow dares to enter your Ram City?"

Yao Lao pouted, and scolded for a while: "Damn, at least it's eight grades, it's good to die!"

"Eight pins?"

Ram Chen looked at Yao Lao, and his heart sank, eight pins, two at a time!

He knows the situation of the Ram clan best, although it is an eight-grade family, but it has not produced eight-grade for two hundred years.

The black fog in the distance slowly dissipated, and the heaviness that pressed on his heart was still unabated, "I hope it's just passing by, the existence in the black fog is too dangerous." ”

Yao Lao sighed and asked, "Boy Chen, do you feel it too?"

"Hmm. ”

Ram Chen replied worriedly.

Yao Lao nodded lightly, "There is no peace in the spirit world, let alone a city without calamity, even the temple will have all kinds of calamities and calamities every thousand years, your Ram City has been peaceful for too long, and the peaceful and prosperous world is the most lucky." ”

"Luck is all earned, in the past hundreds of years, your Ram City has not organized any battle to punish evil, and no one in your Ram Clan has broken through the Eight Rank Sword Master, and you can't make ends meet, and your luck is insufficient!"

"You must know that good and evil are not mutually exclusive, yin and yang are one and the other, you are weak, they are strong, therefore, it is the duty of my generation of monks to punish evil and eliminate demons, and high-level monks are all killed, not raised, even those Taoist monks in the south who are not good at fighting do not forget to kill demons and eliminate demons. ”

"You ram clan, less blood, less murderous intent, sword cultivators, how can you not punish evil spirits, do not kill people, you must know: punish thousands of evils, have your own luck, punish all evils, have your own divine help!"

"Remember, a man without luck is a dead man, and a city without luck is a dead city!"

Yao Lao shook his head and left, Ram Chen bowed heavily, Liu Wanqian saluted, and the juniors in the courtyard all bowed.

Everyone has a kind of clarity to see the sunrise through the clouds, and clarity does not represent beauty, but it represents truth.

A clear sense of crisis spread in the hearts of everyone.

A real seed has been planted.

The old man didn't care about the rest, and his old man had already climbed up the rubble and began to dig for his treasures.

Ram Chen and Liu Wanqian looked at each other in unison, a kind of telepathy, they felt a kind of blood boiling, a kind of killing intent surging.

A trail is faintly visible, and blood-red flowers are in full bloom.

They are so similar and like-minded.

Liu Wanqian bowed to Ram Chen, "Ram, there is nothing wrong with your sword, but I didn't understand it." ”

Ram Chen smiled brightly and said: "Brother Liu, the right and wrong in front of you are not important, and the conclusion is inconclusive, after ten thousand years, you and I will argue!"

The young man in white was slightly stunned, and then he smiled, and his smile was even brighter than the young man opposite, and it was even better-looking!

"Okay! 10,000 years later, let's argue!"

Everyone was shocked, even Yao Lao looked back at them, the old man's heart was shocked, and then his eyebrows danced, "Ten thousand years! too long, ten thousand years?

The old man shook his head with a happy face, he liked to see him look radiant, and he always liked it.

......

When the dust settles, after the disaster, people have to live how they should live, and they can't worry about the sky.

Those who are injured must find a pharmacist, and those who are dead must be treated for funerals, and the living will be fed, and the dead will be buried.

The people of Jianchen Courtyard hastily drank some porridge, and those who invited the spirit craftsman invited the spirit craftsman to clean up the yard, and more than half of the people went to administer medicine and dig up medicinal materials.

Ram Chen was carried to the Tongque Terrace, a rattan chair, a small square table, and a large pot of wine.

The rattan chair fell at the east gate, the sun was just right, and the musician and the singer and the dancer came early, and they were in the Tongque Terrace, but they were unharmed.

The sound of music and dancing started, and Liu Wanqian sat not far away and began to practice qi.

The white qi above his head rushed up three feet, white and flawless, just like his people, his atmosphere was as straight as a sword.

The mummy-like ram Chen was lying on a wicker chair, and the weather above his head was faint and faint.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a silver line between him and the flask, extremely thin and intermittent.

The silver wire comes out of the spout and enters the mouth, and the distance between the mouth is one foot, not far, and a trace of it is pumped in one breath, and the breath is broken.

It's a kind of extreme control, thin and long, but also able to absorb the wine, the emphasis is on control.

This is a wonderful use of the fetal breath that he got by chance from eating today.

Although it is not of great use, it is his new acquisition, he naturally loves it, he likes it naturally to play, and he plays it carefully with inspiration.

After all, he is a waste now, and he can't do anything else, even eating has to be controlled, or it's a problem to go to the toilet.

So he controlled the amount of alcohol, but he had to drink it all the time, and a drop of wine was pulled into a line by him, and he drank it for ten breaths.

The drunkard's meaning is not in the wine, but between the flasks.

Slowly, all the troubles left him, and the sound in his ears was as confused as a dream, and his face was slightly red and his eyes were foggy.

But the silver thread on the side of his mouth is getting longer and longer, it is already two feet, and he exhales and breathes, pulls the wine into a thread, and enjoys himself.

The little ones came here to watch the singing and dancing, and they were the fastest to recover from the disaster.

I cried in fright, wiped my tears, and laughed again.

Today's singing and dancing are still beautiful, but they have found more interesting people and more interesting things.

The young master who was rolled into a silkworm chrysalis and the silver thread hanging from his mouth.

The little guys' dark eyes are shocked, curious, amazed, envious, full of all kinds of childlike fantasies!