In fact, it is not common for wind and snow to fall on this boundary line, because there are very few plants and trees on the ground that cannot leave the wind, and there is no rain. The rain I usually see is drifting with the wind, and it passes after a while, just moistening the ground.

And the rain in front of me is very large, like beans that don't want money, being sprinkled by God casually.

In the grass horse farm outside the Daming City, there are three simple wooden houses arranged in a zigzag pattern, one stores sundries, and also flows out to cook, and the other two are the residences of an old man and a teenager, who doesn't want to ride the horses and rivers and lakes, so the young man left the old man to wander the rivers and lakes alone.

Outsiders say this, and the old man listens to it, and he doesn't refute or admit it, and it is up to them to say what they want.

The heavy rain came suddenly, the old man used a stick to support the thatch early and then sprinkled with lime and clay with glutinous rice water to press it, and extended a small shed in front of his house to cover the rain, and the remaining cement was directly laid on the ground, which was convenient and did not accumulate water.

The old man made dinner and did not solve it in the grocery room and kitchen as usual, but set up a table under the newly built shed, and ate this dinner here even if it rained, like a stingy but eccentric old man who still likes to show off, but there is no one in a huge grass horse farm, and he doesn't know who to show off.

In addition to this behavior, the most strange thing is that in addition to the pair of chopsticks used by the old man on the table, there is actually an extra pair, in addition to the chopsticks there is a small bench, the position of this small bench is opposite the old man, close to the edge of the shed above his head, no one sits well, if someone sits here, he will definitely be covered in rain. Of course, this is not the most excessive, the most excessive thing is that there is no bowl for drinking soup under the pair of chopsticks, and in front of the old man is a bowl of thick millet porridge, and at the same time there is a cup of slightly turbid old rice wine, of course, there is no opposite of the old man.

The old man seemed to be waiting for someone, but he was not in a hurry, he slowly ate this stir-fried vegetable with only a little bit of meaty smell, and gently took a sip of old rice wine from time to time.

Finally, in the night, the door of the small grass horse farm was gently pushed open and creaked, but it quickly disappeared in the noisy rain. However, the old man, who was drinking slowly, still listened to it.

The old man didn't look up when he heard the sound of the door opening, and then he got off his chopsticks like flying, frantically turning over the vegetables, and muttered in his mouth: "I remember fried three pieces of diced meat, so I couldn't find that one." ”

Finally the footsteps approached, and the man who came was not very tall, but very muscular, and he was also an old man by the two long gray hairs that fluttered in the wind from the sides of the long hat.

If the workers of the grass horse farm see it, they will definitely exclaim: It turns out that you still have friends, old man Tian.

There's no way the old man has always been alone, the last time he came a teenager stayed for a few years and left quickly, other than that, the old man is really like a lonely person.

Facing the dim oil lamp at the door, the person who came finally came to Tian Qing, holding the long black hats on both sides of the sideburns with both hands and fading back, revealing his true appearance.

The old man's surname is Ji, and when he was young, he had a punch with the Confucian sage Dong Laofuzi, the leader of the current 3,000 Daozhou literary circles, in the Jixia School Palace, and later became the big worship of the old Confucian in the Daozhou Strength 'Tianping' Emperor Yuan Palace.

The old man shook off the rain on his body, hung his black coat as smooth as a mirror on a prominent wooden nail on the left side of Tian Qing's door, and then patted his clothes and glanced at it, Tian Qing left a direct small bench, and he was not annoyed, so he walked straight over and picked up the bench and sat on Tian Qing's side, and took the chopsticks over easily.

didn't say a word the whole time, and Tian Qing also looked at the old child with disdain.

The old man picked up the chopsticks and began to turn over the vegetables, Tian Qing glanced at it, and directly picked up the chopsticks and smashed them on the old man's chopsticks: "Eat if you want, turn over anything." ”

"I don't see meat yet." The old man who knew that he had suffered a loss smiled stupidly.

Tian Qing sneered: "I am a poor and remote place here, and it is comparable to your Emperor's Yuan Palace's big fish and meat every day, if you don't like to eat it, don't eat it." ”

The old man touched his nose and stopped talking, but he didn't put down his chopsticks, he grabbed a chopstick dish casually, and it happened to catch a piece of meat as big as a baby's little thumb, Tian Qingyu's eyes were about to pop out.

Lao Tzu turned over the meat for a while, Lao Confucian, your grandmother shouldn't give you chopsticks, and the next time you come to the bench, I'm damn generous.

Of course, the old child felt Tian Qing's strong killing intent, but they were all clamped, and they couldn't be put back again, the dishes caught on the dinner table were no different from eating them in their mouths, put them back, and slap them in the face, didn't they? The old man directly ignored Tian Qing's strong killing intent and threw it into his mouth.

The meat is a little hairy, and it is an old piece of meat.

The old man bared his teeth, so he swallowed the old meat that Tian Qing was reluctant to eat, and did not forget to wipe his mouth after eating, and shouted without hesitation: "Good meat, tender and delicious, worthy of the meat cooked by the black devil himself, you can eat the meat made by the black devil himself, how many people in the world of Kyushu have my honor." ”

Tian Qing pulled his eyebrows, full of disgust: "Do you dare to exaggerate a little more?" ”

The old man smiled, looked down at the empty desktop in front of him, and then subconsciously looked at Tian Qing.

Tian Qing has lived for most of his life, can't he see this little bit of caution, and with a pinch of his thumb and index finger, he directly drank most of the old rice wine in one cup.

Although Tian Qing is now alone, he is still in charge of a half-abandoned grass horse farm, and the oil and water on weekdays are missing, but the demon black devil who can really make the entire three thousand Dao states tremble by stomping his feet back then is originally frugal, and the spoils of war are not only necessary to enrich the treasury, but also to reward his subordinates. Now he has lived in the territory of the Terran for a long time, and he has been with the Terran every day, and he has slowly learned the habit of saving money from the old man of the Terran, it turns out that the old man just saves and doesn't know who to give it to, but it turned out to be just in time for the little bastard Chu Shishanhe who came to post upside down, and Tian Qing also regarded Chu Shishanhe, who was very temperamental with him, as his own grandson.

The old man is actually not poor and living in poverty, but he has the younger generation in his heart, and he doesn't need to do anything to be the younger generation, as long as he comes back and takes a look at it, it is enough.

This is also why Chu Shi Shanhe, after breaking out of great fame in Kunlun Prefecture, re-walked the old road in Shifang Pavilion and returned to Xuanren Prefecture, even if he was discovered by Jing Changzhai, he had to withstand the pressure and come to Daming City, the human race alone borders the seven states of the demon land, not to mention the territory of other races, Chu Shishan River takes that road is not taken? Whether it is the Little Lotus Peak on the side of the Daomen Immortal Family, or the Soul Exorcist, or Jing Changzhai, as long as Chu Shi's feet on the Demon Land are on the Demon Land, who would dare to press the Demon Land with a large army? When the time comes, for Chu Shi's mountains and rivers, isn't it the sky high and the birds can fly wide and the sea is wide and the fish jumps?

The reason why Chu Shishanhe risked his life unnecessarily to embark on this dangerous road was not because he wanted to tell the old guy who was in the grass horse farm every day that Lao Tzu had come back from a trip to the rivers and lakes.

I just want to show off, Chu Shishanhe doesn't know why, but I just want to go, no matter what the price is.

In fact, Chu Shi Shanhe didn't know that he had already regarded Tian Qing's old and uncultivated guy as a relative in his heart, and Tian Qing was the same.

Therefore, after Changzhai encircled and suppressed Hou Wenfu, when Tian Qing told Tian Qing about the whereabouts of Chu Shishanhe, Tian Qing happily drank a small half jar of sorghum brew that day, although he was distressed for half a night the next day, he couldn't stand his happiness.

After leaving from Chu Shishanhe, Tian Qing's money was saved, and he waited for the little bastard to come back, but Na Cheng thought that the little bastard didn't wait, but waited for an old bastard.

Knowing that he couldn't drink wine today, the old and young people were not annoyed, and they casually picked up a few chopsticks to fade out of the bird's flavor and found that there was really no meat before putting down the chopsticks.

While eating, Tian Qing, who peeked at the old child from time to time, saw the old child holding his chopsticks, so he said without being salty: "When you are full, let's go." ”

The old man is so thick-skinned, if he obediently leaves the grass horse farm because of this sentence, the great worship of the Emperor Yuan Hall will not be his turn to sit, and he will sit for so many years in one breath.

"Painting the ground as a prison, self-imprisonment in a cage, carefully calculate or how many years are left?"

"It's your business." Tian Qing scolded directly, when he was locked up, why was he locked up, the old child is definitely a clear door, and even Tian Qing believes that the old child definitely knows some inside stories that he didn't know back then.

"No matter what kind of monks there are in the world, the foundation of strength is nothing more than three: the realm of cultivation, the physical body, and the martial arts state of mind. Three-legged, indispensable. The old child said indifferently: "If I can help you complete your state of mind and restore your former state of mind with the enemy of the world, do you dare to walk out of this cemetery?" ”

Tian Qing's heart trembled, and he was silent, and the old man kept staring at Tian Qing, waiting for the reply of this demon who used to crisscross three thousand Dao Prefectures.

After a long time, the old man spoke again; "The Winged Demon King killed himself with his wings, allowing the Winged Demon disciples to sit on the top of the mountain and face each other with swords, and the good situation of single-handedly creating 'coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes' was already in jeopardy, and even the Little Demon Venerable was actively contacting foreign aid, trying to destroy the usurped royal palace in the capital city in one fell swoop. The eight kings of the demon race, you all know the roots, as for a few dishonest, you must also know it, although there have been many wars between the eight kings over the years, but after all, it is still a small fight, but once the Winged Demon King loses power, the situation of one king and seven ministers will be shattered in an instant, and the demon land you fantasize about will also collapse completely. ”

"What do you want?" Tian Qing finally relented, because this was where Tian Qing's life was located, and it was also the root of the collapse of the martial arts realm, and Tian Qing had no reason to refuse.

The old student took a deep breath and said three words heavily; "Dark Magic Order !!"

Outside of several states, Qingtai Prefecture.

Zhang Yi in white, the half-body statue behind him holds a book in his right hand, and holds the king of Qingtai in his left hand, the king of Qingtai is exhausted at the moment, and he is captured by Zhang Yi in white, and the king of Qingtai can't figure out why Zhang Yi is so bold and dares to use his body and the human race! His heart can be punished!

The white-clothed Zhang Yi didn't care about this at all, and stretched out his right hand forward, and the sword boy hundreds of miles away was detained by the white-clothed Zhang Yi, and when he started, it was already the size of the palm of the white-clothed Zhang Yi: "Holding the sword figurine, a good thing, you can exchange this with Li Mu for two jars of good wine when you turn around."

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's heart in white moved, he suddenly looked at the northwest direction, and scolded secretly, and the huge law phase behind him that was the same as Zhang Yi's, his left hand turned down and pressed it suddenly, and the king of Qingtai was smashed to the ground in an instant, and he directly trampled on a mountain.

The white-clothed Zhang Yi turned into a white ray and rushed to the northwest, and the speed was so fast that it cut through the sky of several states.

Three quarters of an hour later, the white-clothed Zhang Yi, whose face had become more and more pale, fell from the sky and smashed directly into the grass horse farm in Daming City, standing outside in a daze, with heavy rain falling overhead, smashing on the ground mixed with mud and splashing on the hem of the white-clothed Zhang Yi's clothes, but the most important white-clothed Zhang Yi couldn't take care of it so much.

This sudden guy Tian Qing was stunned, and then said helplessly; "The man is gone."