The night is like water, the sound of insects, the hazy moonlight slanting into the window, the dim lights dancing alone, sometimes jumping on the wooden table, sometimes blending into the white clothes.

Luoyang leaned on the back of his chair, closed his eyes and recuperated, secretly urging the Mixed Yuan Method, cautious about possible scenarios.

After all, it was a group of old guys, and he had eaten more salt than he had ever seen rice, so he had to guard against it.

The old cultivator with the golden knife and Cao Qingfan stared at each other with big eyes, and they didn't give in to each other, so there was a dead silence in the shop.

The little guy with red lips and white teeth stood nervously at the staircase, looking at the back of his old man, difficult to suffer, yawning and afraid of being condemned, so he had to support himself, his eyelids kept fighting, and he accidentally touched the flower stand on his side, although he carefully held the sky-high vase, but it was inevitable that there would be abnormal noises.

The old cultivator came back to his senses, looked at the young man who bowed his head, waved his hand, and said, "It's not too early, you don't mix here with a group of us cultivators, go rest, remember to go grocery shopping tomorrow morning." ”

"Yes!"

The corners of the little girl's mouth raised slightly, inadvertently revealing the joy in her heart, bowed to the table, and ran quickly downstairs.

The sound of hurried footsteps faded away, and there was no longer silence in front of and behind the table.

"Old Zhou, do you know, Kunlun has changed his mind now, they want to give up Great Xia and set up a monarch with no imperial blood as emperor!"

The old cultivator glanced at Luoyang, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating, pulled out the pear wood carved chair and sat down, lifting the golden knife in one hand and gently playing the inexplicable tune in his eyes with the other.

The tone is tortuous, such as resentment, such as crying.

Luoyang didn't seem to hear it, sitting in silence, expressionless, quiet as if asleep.

"Kunlun's doll, don't you have anything to say about Cao Laowei?"

Xu couldn't bear it, the old cultivator finally chose to speak, and the golden knife made another humming sound, causing the lights to flicker, and the terrifying killing intent filled the entire top layer, making Cao Qingfan's face change.

What does it mean not to ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes? Isn't this also idle? This knife has not been corroded by time, but it seems to be several times sharper than before.

Luoyang opened his eyes, looked at the golden knife, smiled lightly, did not put the killing intent in his eyes, and said: "It's just a one-sided word, what do I have to say, if the predecessors believe it, it means that the so-called golden knife Shura is not Erer, what am I afraid of?"

"Hahaha, you doll, Kunlun wants to give up Daxia is not just a one-sided statement, whether it is the master or your ancestor, they are the kind of people who always take the overall situation into account. ”

"The younger generation has never been to Great Xia, and I don't know much about it, I just want to ask the seniors, is there any salvation in the current Great Xia?"

"If we can save it, how much time will it take, and can the remaining five realms give us this time?"

"The water in the bucket is limited, and if we drink it, some people can't drink it, and if we don't fight, there is only one way to perish. ”

The old man nodded, put down the golden knife in his hand, tilted his head to look through the gray mist that Luoyang couldn't see, looked at Cao Qingfan's interested smile, and asked softly, "He's finished, do you have anything else to say?"

Cao Qingfan shook his head, knocked on the table, glanced at Luoyang, who looked calm, and deliberately raised his voice without being angry, causing the dog to bark.

"What do you say? Why don't you go to the flower boat if you want to talk? Lao Tzu came to you to eat, get some good things, this is this kid's last meal, Uncle Kunlun, a well-known figure, a wizard who has no one before or since, you can't be a starving ghost, right?"

The old man nodded, carried the golden knife and walked downstairs, after a while, the fragrance was all over the restaurant, Luoyang got up and sat up straight, a little impatient.

"Boy, you're going to die, aren't you afraid at all?"

"If the seniors don't want to completely lose themselves and transform into the sky, kill me, and I can't resist anymore, what's so terrible?"

Luo Yang smiled lightly, looking downstairs, he had the sky sealed in his body, and he had personally experienced the kind of omnipresent and omnipotent power, so he knew that Cao Qingfan would not kill him.

Poor man, disobedient, lone wanderer...... There are too many similar labels on the two of them, and to some extent, the two are actually similar.

Cao Qingfan smiled and didn't speak, but disappeared in front of the table, and it was easy to guess where he went.

Today, Emperor Xia intends to concede, but there are too many people in Great Xia who are reluctant to see the wealth and glory in front of them, presumably Cao Qingfan is going to find Emperor Xia and these people.

Emperor Xia is old, presumably many things are beyond his strength, this is not easy to say in the end, whether it is Zen concession or succession, the road of Qin is still far away, a war with the Six Kingdoms, a war with Great Xia, it is inevitable, this is good, the country capital that came out of the war can often stand for a long time.

Cao Qingfan walked on his front feet, and the old cultivator appeared in front of Luoyang with a bowl of noodle soup.

"Eat, it's too late, nothing else is suitable to eat. ”

"I'll mix the elemental method......"

Luoyang muttered, looking at the noodle soup on the table, simple, ordinary but exuding an inexplicable attraction, so Luoyang couldn't help but move the chopsticks, just take a bite, and the rich aura began to make waves in the meridians.

Call!

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, distracted and used for two purposes, running the mixed yuan method, devouring all the noodle soup, and looked up at the old man, his eyes were dumbfounded.

Once the old man couldn't bear this look the most......

In the middle of the night, the wind was cold, Luoyang lowered his head, lost the mood to eat, and turned to look at the moon hanging in the sky.

"Keep eating!"

The old man took out another bowl of noodles, his words could not be refused, Luoyang sighed lightly, and ate it in a big gulp, and couldn't help but think of the night road that the old man walked on his back, the pu fan in the scorching heat, the murmuring stories that lingered in his ears, and the mellow old wine that was equally divided......

The aura is constantly surging, the blank face is wonderful because of emotion, Luoyang has red eyes, and he endures the tears beating in his eyes, but the face has not lost its taste, the first sip is like the old man's roast chicken, and the second sip is like the old man's own old wine......

The flat boat moves with the wind, and the ups and downs of life are involuntary.

Three plain white glows appeared on the shoulders of Luoyang, pulling up a large whirlpool of spiritual energy, rolling thunder sounded in the clear sky, and the strong men in Yangcheng got up back and forth, opened their eyes and looked at the silent night.

Luoyang was still eating noodles, and the noodles in the bowl seemed to never be clean.

The plain white light gradually condensed, suspended in the night sky, and the plain white lotus flower was like a bright moon in the water, moving in the wind, and the three long swords swam among the flowers.

"Come back to your senses!"

With a soft shout, Luoyang stopped his movements, shook his head and smiled, looked at the few noodles left in the bowl, and ate them all.

"Now your bowl of drunken dreams is useless. ”

"Master said that eating up food is the most basic respect for a hard-working chef. ”

Luoyang said seriously, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and with a thought, three white lotuses appeared in front of him, accidentally as real as a mirror.

This is the first level of the Three Flowers Realm, Shui Yue, when will the illusory feeling on this flower be refined, it will be the second realm, cloud smoke, and when the three swords in the flower are completely condensed, it will be the last realm, turning into a god!

"Qi Tian is like an old bastard who has done a good thing, boy, keep walking, this world is not only so big, one day I hope you will remember today's events and smile, so it will not be in vain for me to cook something for you to eat overnight." ”

"Yes, this bowl of noodles is the best bowl of noodles that the younger generation has ever tasted!"

Luoyang arched his hand, the three flowers in front of him disappeared, but the hidden sword in his heart was even sharper, as if it could cut through the void.

"Go, don't come again, this is a forgotten place, not for you, the sword has to be sharpened, this can't sharpen your sword. ”

The old man said softly, and with a wave of his palm, Luoyang returned to Buzhou Mountain.

Luo Yang laughed softly, remembered something, turned his hand and took out the talisman, not surprisingly, there were countless challenge requests.

"It shouldn't be a ten, it's really ......"

Before the words were finished, Nangong Rongruo's cold voice came from his ears, implying infinite murderous intentions.

"Really?"

"Great wisdom, unparalleled in the Six Realms!"

Luoyang changed his tone, patted the sycophants from the heart, his heart moved slightly, he responded to the invitation of Xuan Bing to fight, and entered the cave, a trace of horror flashed in Xuan Bing's eyes, and before he could admit defeat, Luoyang smashed down with a punch, telling Xuan Bing to hold all the words into his stomach.

"Hey, our game is on, are you ready?"

Luoyang imitated Cao Qingfan's tone, the corners of his lips raised, Xuan Bing instantly came back to his senses, held the talisman hard, and the whole person was teleported back to the original cave heaven.

"Next!"

Luoyang whispered, disappearing into the cave again, Donghuang Liuli guessed something when he saw the appearance of Xuan Bing, glanced at Qingqing, my Ao Su and Ji Ling'er, and transmitted: "Blocking the news, this loss can't be eaten by our family." ”

......

In the forbidden palace of Yangcheng, Cao Qingfan turned into a human form and sat opposite Emperor Xia.

Emperor Xia unhurriedly showed his tea ceremony, boiling water, and washing tea...... Pour a cup of tea and push it to the strange cultivator in front of him.

Cao Qingfan took the tea, sniffed it lightly and put it on the table, squinting his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Emperor Xia, I want you to pass on the throne to Xia Qixing and continue the bloodline of the Human Emperor, do you have any objections?"

"Of course, the emperors are all Zen, and the world's great and powerful people live in it, not to mention that I am a little Xia Emperor? Great Xia is just a country capital that is too old to be old anymore, and it can't walk the road of the new era, and the past is the past. ”

"How can you be born to like the new and hate the old? There is nothing wrong with Great Xia, no matter how old you are, you are stronger than Great Qin!"

"Has Your Majesty ever known about Great Qin? Go and take a look, it's better than Great Xia, and maybe it's better than ever. ”

Emperor Xia picked up the teacup, drank it gently, and smiled quietly and naturally.

"What about Xia Qixing, Emperor Qin ascended the throne, it is impossible to tolerate her alive. ”

Cao Qingfan thought about it slightly and changed his question, everyone has selfish intentions, and the emperor is no exception, not to mention a little Xia Huang?

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, if she takes the right path, Kunlun will not treat her badly, if she takes the wrong path, then she will die!"

Emperor Xia smiled, indeed, people are selfish but they can also be selfless, this world belongs to everyone, belongs to the future, not to the past.