The noise downstairs was not endless, and after enough of the two junjie of the family, they would discuss the remaining eighteen people, but most of them were dissatisfied with the demon Chu Shi Shanhe, some of whom were hostile to the demon clan and hated the big devil who dared to swagger to Kunlun Xuxian Prefecture, and some were upset for the few young junjie who were pressed under the ass by the devil.

Chu Xinsu has roughly figured out the mind of the big devil for half a year, not to mention eight or nine times out of ten, four or five will definitely not be able to run away, if he can't even stand the gossip downstairs, even if this devil is the person who is most compatible with his soul, Chu Xinsu will most likely not follow him on the road of this little half a year.

Chu Shishanhe smiled lightly, twisted the report, and sneered: "Not to mention your brother who basically didn't make much moves on Tai'an Mountain, even Mu Ying's boy, who has fought with you for a hundred rounds, is ranked fifth, and you have fallen to the sub-list." ”

Chu Xinsu rolled his eyes, and instead of jumping down the pit dug by Chu Shishan River, he looked indifferent: "That's good, no matter how high or low, no matter how troublesome you are, you can't find me." ”

Chu Shishanhe shook his fingers and stopped cheating the little girl, and looked at the report and sighed: "My little brother won the seventh place of youth in three moves." Chu Shishanhe frowned and said: "What kind of way is this sixth, I haven't heard of it before." ”

Chu Xinsu, who has been remembering since he was a child, opened his mouth and came: "Gu Niantong of the Protoss, now that the Protoss is weak, if it weren't for him to pick up the beam, the once brilliant Protoss would have been left without anyone to eat." ”

Chu Shi Shanhe was silent, and continued to look down, the young leader of the demon clan, the descendant disciple of the Blood Ancestor Chilin Jun ranked ninth, and ranked tenth, in short, the martial arts evaluation list is quite fair, at least these young masters who have already shown their reputation are listed.

Chu Shi Shanhe turned a page and went to see the deputy list of martial arts reviews, the first is Chu Xinsu, needless to say, the second is the fourth gentleman of the Daomen Immortal Family, Ji Lingtian, who made Chu Shishanhe a little surprised, sure enough, the Daomen is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and the third is Chen Qingzhi, the white horse of the human race, and he is also a person who will never appear on the martial arts evaluation list in five hundred years, but this sub-evaluation is the fourth that Chu Shishanhe is a little interested, and the comment is to avoid the four big characters when encountered, and then look at Gongsun Liang's name is actually from the same family as Chu Xinsu.

Probably seeing Chu Shishanhe's thoughts, Chu Xinsu opened his mouth and came: "Xiao Liang is a concubine, and he used to be able to play with us, but later Uncle Gongsun died in battle, and Xiao Liang became the only remaining male in their lineage, so practicing martial arts every day is a lot unfamiliar with us." ”

Chu Shishanhe nodded and diverted the topic: "Who is the last storyteller on this list?" ”

Chu Xin said that he had not heard of it, after all, the three thousand Dao Prefecture is so vast, and the hundred races are just a general name, if you really want to talk about thousands of races, who has not had a few disciples of the Hidden Sect in the past few years, and they will be a blockbuster in the future.

Chu Shishanhe smiled and drank the last sip of wine in the cup, and was just about to put down the report, but the result was that the return boat was destroyed, hundreds of people died, more than 1,000 people were injured, and the hundred tribes were furious and jointly arrested the person who committed the murder on the peak of Yundao Island, which is the third thing today

The big deal. Chu Shishanhe casually threw the newspaper in the corner of the table and stopped looking at it. Chu Shishanhe has also heard a lot of news about the Yundao Peak shipwreck along the way, this is just a follow-up, and there is not much valuable news.

Chu Xinsu saw that he also put down the dishes and chopsticks, and the wine bottle was empty, so he called the shopkeeper to settle the bill, and now there are still three or four hours before the ferry starts, Chu Xinsu pulled Chu Shishanhe and ran to the burden of this ferry together, women have always been unable to keep money, Chu Xinsu is the same, but fortunately, people have money, and they don't let Chu Shishanhe, a poor egg, pay money, and Chu Shishanhe can follow with peace of mind.

Different from other ferries, this mountain ferry adjacent to the Tianhe River is more like a mundane ferry, the monk ferryboat is above the clouds thousands of miles in the sky, and the mundane ferryboat breaks the waves between the waves, this sentence seems to be very useless on the Tianhe, because the mortal ferryboat can also be ten thousand feet in the air, and the monastic ferryboat can also ride the wind and waves. Tens of thousands of years ago, after being exterminated by the nobody Li Mu at that time, the Jiangling Renjie Prefecture became more and more prosperous, and the things sold by the baggage Zhai on the mountain were also unique, and the mundane and elegant utensils that could only be used as playthings in other ferries became pillars here.

The ferry baggage in Jiangling Renjie Prefecture is almost no different from the ordinary bazaar, a large piece of empty place is more than a stall to sell goods, Chu Shishanhe saw this scene, inexplicably remembered that obviously has a lot of money but likes to resell things in tatters Hou Bansu, if he sees this scene, he will not have to spend a few days and nights here, and he will definitely not give up if he does not read the stalls one by one.

Buy, buy, buy, buy no matter what time it is placed on women seems to be more applicable, Chu Xinsu walks in front of Chu Shi Shanhe and follows behind, in fact, Chu Xinsu has long been displeased with Chu Shi Shanhe's coarse cloth clothes, Chu Shi Shanhe feels indifferent, if it was placed six years ago, Bayu Gongzi is afraid that he will feel self-staining when he looks at this kind of clothes, but he has been fighting with the old man in the grass horse farm for three years, and the habit of bullshit has been changed, and now Chu Shi Shanhe is the son of the family when he puts on a brocade robe and jade robe, Changing into coarse linen clothes is no different from the idle man in the village, and it can be regarded as a double-faced and exquisite character behind the scenes.

After visiting half of the shops, although Chu Xinsu has a lot of income, he spends very little money, and he buys some rare things that are not common to cultivators, how much can he spend? In the grass horse farm, the old man took care of the old man's money for two and a half years, and the family of the eight jade sons lived a budget-conscious life.

Chu Xinsu took the money to buy two strings of sugar gourds, and heard the seller say that this hawthorn was picked from the ancestor of the tens of thousands of years old hawthorn tree on the neighboring Heye Mountain, and ordinary people would live for several years if they ate one.

Chu Xinsu was convinced of this, Chu Shishanhe rolled his eyes, how mysterious is the sugar gourd on the street that is used for a few pennies? It was not easy for Chu Shi Shanhe to look at him, so he didn't expose it, and let Chu Xinsu dig out the two low-level spirit stones.

The peddler made a huge sum of money, and he was also happy to take out the two plump hawthorns that were the most tightly hidden and planned to go home for his daughter to eat, and handed them to this stupid girl with a lot of money.

Chu Xinsu took it and turned his head to hand over a string of the heaviest weights of Chu Shi Shanhe, and Chu Xinsu had just taken over it, Chu Xinsu named Chu Shi Shanhe to ask for a cloud feather hairpin that had been found by spending a thousand low-level spirit stones, Chu Xinsu actually couldn't see how precious that hairpin was, but he was afraid that this only object that he could use would be given to another little jasper by this unscrupulous demon that day.

Chu Shi Shanhe turned his head and bit down a plump and round hawthorn, which was delicious enough.

Chu Xinsu was not annoyed and turned around and took a bite of the hawthorn, it was really delicious enough, the little girl was born to jump out, and after wandering around for a while, she didn't remember Chu Shishanhe's stealing and tricking.

At night, Chu Shishanhe, who was sitting on the ferry, looked up at the waves outside the window, put down the small carving knife that stayed next to the small candle and carved a small carving knife on the back panel of the oblique and crooked pardon word in the Yunyu hairpin, and blew it gently, and the dust was dispersed, Chu Shishanhe got up and put the hairpin as white as snow on the side of the sleeping Chu Xinsu pillow, and sighed lightly: "It turns out that you are a big lady who spends a lot of money, and I can't imagine that you are smarter than me, and a sugar gourd bought by a spirit stone is exchanged for a thousand hairpins that I get." ”

Chu Shishanhe got up and returned to his bed, threw off his boots, stretched as much as he could, yawned and muttered: "Who suffers?" ”

Chu Xinsu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed opposite Chu Shi Shanhe, seemed to be disturbed by this voice, and muttered a dream that no one could understand, Chu Shi Shanhe quickly covered his mouth and lay down silently, not daring to make any more sound.

But I didn't know that the lights at the window were flickering, and the girl who hadn't slept at all took the hosta next to the pillow into her arms, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep beautifully.

Three thousand Dao Prefecture hundred tribes surround the world, in the most central place called Tiandao Lingzhou, above the Ling clan there is a place where the ancient ten royal families jointly built the Emperor Yuan Hall to take care of the endless years, Tiandao Terrace, Tiandao Terrace reflects the avenue, there are 3,600 caves, for 3,600 Heavenly Dao. Ninety thousand miles south of the Tiandao platform, which is respected by the world, is the Jixia School Palace, which has the king of the world.

The school palace is rampant? The king is just a general title, not only the king of the Tao can call himself the king, the lord of a clan, the king of the big clan can call himself the king, such as the king of the south who concentrates on the art of checks and balances, but a half-step king who has lived tens of thousands of years by virtue of his natural lifespan, for example, Li Mu, who is already a supreme minister of the human race, the pillar stone of the northern realm, Li Mu is said to be able to drive troops to kill and kill two or three kings on the top of the mountain in the Sanjiu realm, who does not meet and laugh into a sentence Li Wangye? But he stopped at the half-step king realm all his life, and walked the path of martial arts killing and preaching.

Jixia School Palace is built between the mountains, sits on the five lakes, covers an extremely wide area, and the high-rise tile city is mostly built by the mountain, and the shape has its own speciality.

There is a stele forest next to the lake in the three provinces, among which there are many strong pines, but the pine is not as good as the steles, and this scene is a mediocre place that is known as the second noble place in the world, and it is also the second place in the world in the martial arts evaluation of the Emperor Yuan Palace, and is laughed at by Lu Tong, a child of the spirit clan, as the most useless retreat place for the old master Dong.

Inexplicably self-proclaimed Yu Jiang Ziwang holds his chin in one hand, holding the black and white two sons to play chess with himself, Daodaolin is the cemetery of celebrities and scholars since the endless years of Jixia Xuegong, and it is sacred and inviolable in the eyes of Confucianism who pays attention to respecting teachers.

Jiang Ziwang threw a black zi, self-proclaimed black chess vitality, and said softly: "Demon Master Chu Shanhe, you have no intention of destroying the multi-clan plan, so that most of its dark chess pieces cannot be called, and you have been blind to others for many years of painstaking management, you can avoid this secret killing move." ”

In March, a Yundaofeng ferry tragedy was damaged, but they escaped in vain from the demon Chu Shishan River.

Jiang Ziwang fell with the black chess in one hand, and then picked up three black dead chess pieces and threw them into the jar: "The demon clan Chilin Jun destroyed the Great Wall, and the dragon rebel was also trapped in the enemy camp and couldn't extricate himself. ”

Jiang Ziwang played more than ten chess pieces in a row, and finally cut off the black dragon: "The Daomen Immortal Family is fighting dogs behind closed doors, and Kunlun Void Immortal Prefecture is quiet, but the Immortal Family has also become a dead chess game, how to face the hundred clans that are eyeing each other?" Jiang Ziwang pinched the big dragon of the broken black chess, and then looked at the chessboard and indulged in it for a long time, so he stroked his palms and laughed: "I was blinded by black chess before, but I underestimated you Yin Xutian." "Outside the chessboard, most of the white pieces are already dead, and only the empty corner that lures the enemy deep is full of life.

A sturdy white-bearded old man looked across from Jiang Zi, glanced at the chessboard, and asked in a deep voice, "When did you learn the Tao of Conspiracy?" ”

When Jiang Ziwang heard this, he actually bowed to the old master opposite.

Old Master Dong waved his hand, and said softly to the youngest Zuo Sacrificial Wine in the history of the Jixia School Palace: "Originally, I planned that you would take over the position of the Great Sacrificial Wine of the Jixia School Palace in the future, so I passed on your hundred schools of art early, and even the number of vertical and horizontal slashes was passed on to you, but I didn't expect to hurt you in the end." ”

Jiang Zi looked at the chess game and said indifferently: "Who stopped me that day, the great worship of the Emperor Yuan Palace?" ”

Old Master Dong nodded, and did not hide anything from this lively student: "He wants to ask you to be appointed as the great enshrinement of His Royal Highness Emperor Yuan, but I didn't agree." ”

Jiang Ziwang picked up a delicate white chess piece and gathered it above his head, looked at the sun through the white chess with his eyes slightly closed, and sighed: "What a green cloud road that goes straight to the clouds." ”

Old Master Dong rubbed his eyes: "This is the responsibility of his Emperor Yuan Palace, even if you don't go out of the mountain, I don't believe that his Emperor Yuan Palace has no backhand." ”

Jiang Ziwang smiled and threw the white chess pieces into the black chess jar, stretched out his white slender index finger and stirred, and let the black chess pieces bury the white chess.