The grass horse farm is dozens of miles away from Daming City, and it is just past noon when he returns to this Daming City with the footsteps of the young man, the sun on his head is still very dazzling, and the young man is moving towards Daming City, and he can see the huge outline of Daming City when he looks up.

The young man held the woodcutter on his back, and touched his face that was a little hot, it was really festive to see everything, so he rushed to this knife, and the young man could giggle for three years.

If there is someone who dares to treat the woodcutter as garbage, the young man will not be angry, after all, we are also cultural people, and we can't be as knowledgeable as fools who have no vision.

Unconsciously arrived at the foot of Daming City, the young man stood in the middle of the official road, and glanced at Daming City three or four times in high spirits, before he set his eyes on the guard who had been fighting with him for three years.

Tut-tut, this look is like seeing the enemy who killed his father dangling in front of his eyes, and he can't take revenge.

The boy is just two words, comfortable

Chu Shishanhe held the woodcutter on his back, walked to the guard, and gave a late salute to the guard: "I can't imagine that Brother Wang, who has unique skills, and is willing to degenerate does not dislike the drudgery of guarding this dog hole, and the little brother really admires it." ”

The guard surnamed Wang was white-eyed, too lazy to pay attention to the cynicism of this bastard boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

A guard on duty next to him came up to him with a smile and asked, "Hey, forbidden boy, our big brother Wang, what kind of stunt do you know, you tell me." ”

Chu Shishanhe glanced at the interjecting guard and nodded: "Yo, Brother Bai, you are still alive, I haven't seen you for a month, I thought you were dead, fortunately." ”

The guard surnamed Bai, who was originally happy, directly blackened his face: "Yes, we didn't talk." ”

The guard surnamed Wang tilted his head, and he didn't bother to scold this guy who was idle all day long and had nothing to do and nothing to do.

Chu Shishanhe smiled; "So nothing, let's talk for three days and three nights, and I won't blink an eye."

"Come on." The guard general surnamed Bai nodded at the guard surnamed Wang and asked, "Don't you worry about your big brother Wang, if you suddenly die that day, then no one will dare to fight with your kid." ”

Chu Shishanhe shook his head decisively: "That can't, and I won't look at who my eldest brother Wang is." ”

The general surnamed Bai was interested and asked, "Such a statement?" ”

"As the saying goes, the eighth king of a thousand years, the turtle of ten thousand years, whoever dies can't die of my eldest brother Wang."

"Makes sense, makes sense." The guard surnamed Bai clapped his hands and praised.

In Daming City, the real power 'City Lord', who was neither wearing armor nor official uniforms, and was playing drunk and crazy all day long, was standing on the city wall in thin plain clothes and watching this little farce under the city gate.

This is the second time in his 3,000-year history that he has stood here, the first time when he first took office 3,000 years ago.

Daming City still can't stop.

Chu Shishanhe held the woodcutter on his back again, and deliberately 'whispered': "Brother Bai, do you know what stunts my big brother Wang can do?" ”

The white guard shook his head; "I really don't know."

"He has a killing skill in those eyes."

"Killing skills?" The more the guard surnamed Bai listened, the more addicted he became.

"That guy, as soon as he saw me from afar, it was like seeing the enemy who killed his father, and he longed for an eyeball to stare me to death." Chu Shishanhe leaned forward and whispered, "Brother Wang, I really didn't kill your father." ”

Before the words fell, a cold light slashed, and Chu Shishanhe was shocked back by three or four feet with a pitch-black woodcutter in his hand.

"Yes, there's a good show to watch." The guard general surnamed Bai lifted the loose belt, turned around, and drank back the dozens of gatekeepers who were about to surround here, looking at the guard surnamed Wang, who had never drawn a knife in the past three years, he could only cry out in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that this little kid named Chu Shishanhe was ordered down from above, and he was not allowed to enter the city or move, his brothers would be so idle and idle to play with a little kid for three years, but if this young and fatherless old king really moved to kill, it would be really troublesome, and he probably couldn't stop it, if he forced the city lord to take action in person, he was afraid that a meal would be indispensable.

Chu Shishanhe is not afraid of anything with the old man's woodcutter, Chu Shishanhe looked at the panicked crowd around him with the rest of his eyes, and it is not easy to show his strength, but when he thinks of just boasting to the old man about Haikou, if he turns back, Chu Shishanhe can really find a crack for the old man to drill down.

The 'Lord of Daming City', who cleared the soldiers on duty on the city wall, saw Chu Shishanhe pull out the woodcutter and lay on the city wall, staring at the woodcutter that even the eyes of heaven could not see anything unusual.

"Have you seen enough?"

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind him, which frightened the hairs on the back of the "adult" to stand up, and he stared at his eyes and straightened his body, not daring to move.

Although the 'City Lord' used the Heavenly Eye and didn't see anything strange about the pitch-black woodcutter, this style, the arm-long black straight knife was the only one that Heaven could not tolerate even if it was placed in the entire Three Thousand Dao Prefectures, let alone the person who could quietly appear behind him, the king of the 'Middle Three Realms'.

Old man Tian stood behind the 'adult' and slapped his sore waist: "Jing Changzhai, how many years have you been here?" ”

Jing Changzhai bowed his head silently: "Back to the predecessors, three thousand years have passed." ”

Old man Tian raised his fist, which had not been stained with blood for three thousand years, blew it on the opposite side, and asked, "Then how many more years are you going to live?" ”

"Release!" The king of the Middle Three Realms, who enjoys the 'heritage' of a state, waved his hand and scolded the following: "What are you messing about, let it go quickly!" ”

"Come on." The guard general surnamed Bai glanced at the boss standing alone on the city wall, and didn't talk nonsense, he directly grabbed the standard saber in his brother's hand, and said softly: "The boss has spoken, let it go." ”

After saying that, he hugged himself, a stunned brother who was not good at words, turned his head, and walked two steps without forgetting to turn around and remind Chu Shishanhe: "Forbidden boy, you go over today, our brothers admit it, we can settle the account later." ”

"It's not over sooner." Chu Shishanhe put a woodcutter on his back, swaggered towards the city gate that he had been looking forward to for three years, and just walked a few steps to see a hindering horse shelf, kicked it away, and smashed it in front of the Wang Shou general who was angry.

"Shit's customs clearance paperwork, Lao Tzu just doesn't have it."

After saying that, Chu Shishanhe slipped into the city directly with oil on the soles of his feet, and was so angry that the general surnamed Wang, who had great power but stood at the gate of the city every day as a gatekeeper, almost ordered the city to be closed.

As soon as Chu Shishanhe entered the city, the city lord of Daming sat directly on the city wall through Changzhai, fanning his collar and panting, compared to this Jing Changming, he would rather have three life and death duels with others than come once.

"Jing Changzhai, what are you going to do!" After a while, more than 20 monks dressed in various costumes rushed out from all corners of Daming City, jumped up to the city, and surrounded Jing Changzhai.

"Yo, in addition to the eleven of you, there are still twelve." Sitting on the city wall and sticking his soaked back tightly against the city wall, Jing Changzhai counted these people who were a little eyed and said with a smile: "There are more dark whistles than bright whistles, I have lived tens of thousands of spring and autumn periods, and it is the first time I have heard of it!" ”

"If you want to die, why are you pulling Lao Tzu and watching? Spy on the fart! Are you spying on me, or are you spying on him! Jing Changzhai's face was flushed, and he scolded: "Who the fuck dares to spy on him? ”

"Jing Changming, shut up, how can we discuss the order of the ancient city of Liangzhu."

"Do your thing steadfastly, don't worry about anything else."

"Liangzhu Ancient City is crazy, you are also crazy, do you know who we are watching?" Jing Changzhai's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to pop out: "Do you know? I've seen 'he' lead 30,000 black devils against 300,000 demon demon army alone, and he was the only one in that valley who came out alive, and he was the only one! ”

"Is that him?" These twenty-three top-level saucers carefully selected from the various tribes of the human race couldn't help but shudder when they heard this, after all, there were too many legends about that demon.

Suddenly, after a long meal, he stared at the Kangzhuang Avenue of Daming City, rubbed his face vigorously, and finally said calmly: "Use all channels to spread a message"

"There is a young devil, named Chu Shishanhe, who wants to go all the way south from Daming City, the 'Yijiao Xuanren Realm Prefecture', pass the Shifang Pavilion, and go to Tai'an Mountain in the 'Kunlun Ruins Xianzhou' to participate in the Xianmen Banquet."

A fat merchant dressed in yellow and red satin and covered with the smell of copper bent down and asked, "Villain, have you withdrawn all the people who were planted around the grass horse farm?" ”

Jing Changzhai breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Withdraw all your people, don't leave one, change some 'clean' people to the past, do what you want, don't think about the icing on the well, if something goes wrong, I will pull your whole family back before I die." ”

The plate dressed by the rich merchant trembled all over his body, accompanied by a smiling face: "Don't worry, my lord, I will watch them." ”

Jing Changzhai nodded, waved them away, and sat alone on the city gate building, with his back to the grass horse farm and watching the people in the city, lively and peaceful, he seemed to have forgotten the feeling of fighting after staying here for three thousand years.

I don't know what Liangzhu Ancient City thinks, but using him, a hopeless king of the Middle Three Realms, to 'drag' the demon is a matter of endless profits, that is, to come to a king of the Upper Three Realms who is expected to really climb to the top of the mountain, this business is all sure to make money without losing money.

Jing Changzhai looked at the city and smirked for a long time, and suddenly turned into a blade in his left hand and cut off his entire right arm with his own hands, and blood splashed the Daming City Gate.

"Senior Tian, it was I who offended you through Changzhai, and today I will cut off my arm to pay you for it, I hope you can spare Daming City." Jing Changzhai, whose face was pale, bit the tip of his tongue again and spit out a large mouthful of essence blood.

10,000 years of Taoism have vanished.

The old man Tian, who had already left Daming City and was squatting at the gate of the grass racecourse to chew grass roots, suddenly felt funny, and gently waved his hand A spring breeze with willows flew out of the sleeves full of patches, blowing towards the Jingchangzhai on the gate of Daming City.

The willowy spring breeze picked up his broken arm from the top of the building and re-attached it to Jing Changzhai's shoulder, leaving a leaf of withered willow and then completely dissipated.

"Jing Changzhai, what do I want your hooves for, old man, I'm not one of those bastard boys who eat people and don't spit out bones, where did you learn this stinky hypocrisy."

Jing Changzhai picked up the yellow spring willow with a hint of greenery and smirked, and finally put it into his arms, patted his ass and stood up: "Ci is not in charge of soldiers, righteousness is not in charge of wealth, as long as my predecessors are here for a day, I will not fight for a day, and I will be idle anyway." ”

After doing all this, the old man Tian also patted his ass and went back: "Lao Tzu rowed the cage himself, and you still use your help to guard it?" Keep it. Yes, I also sent a stunned young man from the middle and third realms, and I drove people here, and I had to send them out in person. ”

"You" Old Man Tian glanced up at the sky and grinned: "What fucking bullshit."