There was an old horse on North Los Angeles Street that only ran west.

The lantern in the west, the young man holding the lamp in a green robe, the vendors on both sides of the street shouting, and there is a strong man in a gray robe in front of him, holding medicine in his hand.

It was a bowl of banlan root, which cured erysipelas.

The young man tied his hair in a bun, wore a green robe and covered his eyes, the winter wind crossed the Luan Bridge, looked northwest, the red clothes were dressed, the frost flowers fell lightly, and the girl looked back and smiled skillfully.

Chen Xuan stayed where he was, and handed the decoction to the green-robed young man behind him, "Looking for you, I'm probably not comfortable listening to it." I heard that the tea leaves in Jinhualou are good, bring me a can. ”

"Okay, but get your dirty hands off for now. The boy pretended to be annoyed, then smiled uncontrollably, raised his head and drank the clay bowl, and then changed the lamp from his right hand to the left-hand side, "Did what you said that night have anything to do with her?"

"Relevant, naturally relevant. The gray-robed young man nodded in response, and the tendon flesh covered the robe, which was not very elegant, "Buddhism has an ascetic, and the joints of the whole body can be freely disassembled and restored, and it is great perseverance." Be careful, be very careful. The strong man stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder a few times, one palm print at a time, full of ash.

The green-robed young man stretched out his hand to brush away the dust and dust, and nodded his head, "See you in the rivers and lakes." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. The gray-robed young man nodded in a complicated way, and traveled far away in the lights of thousands of homes, his short robe flying up and down, but he looked very weak.

The young man held the bowl, his eyes straightened, turned back heavily, and walked towards the red clothes in the bridge step by step, the young men on both sides of the road looked at them, they wanted to know who the red clothes were waiting for, and they also wanted to know who the young man was.

Now this result is just outside of common sense, and it is expected.

Looking at the green-robed and green-clothed guests boating on the Luo River, no longer staying.

A bright light burned from the upper reaches of the Luo River to the lower reaches, and the woman in red sat on the north side of the Luan table, looking at the young man who was walking slowly to the south.

Tianjiao's qualifications can be peeked at from his appearance, generally speaking, he can become a teenager in four or five years, and Xuan Chan has been recuperating for ten years to suppress it, and now he looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, which seems to be insulting to Tianjiao's name, but they, the Daozi of the same generation who are willing to spend time for him, know what is hidden in the seemingly shabby jar.

Yi Whale took it, Chen chose it, and she still wanted to sit and watch.

The woman in red poured the tea, and after the heat dissipated, she said sweetly: "How are you going to send this tea?"

"He wants to go east, the old horse can't, he wants to climb, the young horse can't, he says it's too lonely to be alone, I think the mare is good. ”

"Yes. Choosing a good big red mare to accompany him is not in vain for the seven-year-old tea. Su Yan smiled, washed and changed the tea on the Luan table, and his voice was slightly cold, "This winter night, you walked around the west, what can you see?"

"It's just a person. This time to walk around is for nostalgia. The young man took a sip of the rim of the cup and whispered, "You say that this so-called good deal, do you have to agree?" Don't you afraid to miss it. ”

"What could you miss. The red clothes took a sip of tea, looking at the melancholy and deep young man opposite, who didn't know what he was thinking, the wind around him was crowded, and his hair was scattered.

The woman's eyes were slightly sharp, and then slowly dulled.

"They're not going to go. But next time, it's Tianjiao. Su Yan spoke indifferently, the meaning was unclear, and it was quite vicious. The green-robed young man was silent, watching the cold wind blow.

With long hair roaming, the woman in red withdrew her hand, got up and left the Fang Luan table.

If the situation is turbulent today, Tianjiao is still traveling in all directions, and there is no sign of being unsheathed, but Tianjiao is backed by big forces, if it is forced by the forces, what will be the result?

Is it like the Four Seasons Sect to resist in a group, or is it extended to a power war?

Like Luo Yan, there are not a few Tianjiao who are detached from the mundane all his life, but in the end he stops because of the mundane, at this time they can protect themselves because of Tianjiao's identity, and when Tianjiao's foundation is hollowed out in the future, how can they resist?

Dressed in a big red robe, the girl's lips and teeth looked particularly pale.

Tianjiao was born from sentient beings and transcended sentient beings, but in the end, he had to die for sentient beings and shed all the blood that could be shed.

It's just that the monster is born too dazzling, and it is difficult to hide it.

After spilling the tea in the cup, the woman in red turned around without hesitation.

The Seven Peerless Generations are worthy of being the Seven Peerless Generations, and they are extraordinary after all.

But now, it's just extraordinary.

The red-clothed man walked out of the Luan Bridge and disappeared into the darkness of the lights of thousands of homes, and the green-robed young man got up and took out a piece of dead wood from his arms.

Hanging upside down is like lifting a gun, but it is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of life.

The autumn wind blows all the flowers and kills, and the cold passes away the frost and ice.

The remnants are the hearts of the people.

The green-robed boy walked away, his long hair still combed by the winter wind, not washed by frost and snow, only miscellaneous leaves.

In a trance, he sensed a hint of malice, a hint of warning.

The warning came from Jinhualou, from the girl in red, and from the peerless Taoist named Su Yan.

That's one, contempt......

The contempt was not from his crippled body, but because he had done something that seemed extremely ridiculous to the other party.

For example, extravagant hopes. A kind of pity, resentment, and contempt for the toad trying to get close to the white crane in the mud.

The young man's five fingers were folded, but the moment the girl turned around, the eyes were imprinted in his mind, constantly recalling, constantly torturing, and finally shattering his defense.

He didn't know what he was doing wrong.

The young man lowered his head and looked at the calm surface of the Luo River, at this time, the white light on the water surface flooded, reflecting the panic of people.

Xuan Chan's fingers turned white, and he clenched the thin branch in his hand, and the old beggar behind him opened and closed his eyes with interest, and slowly fell into frustration, no longer watching.

The young man turned sideways, his green robe fluttering, and he traveled far away.

He knew the beggar, who was the first sword bearer in Los Angeles.

There was a copper coin under his hand.

He was half-hidden.

He looked down on his own stump, and he didn't have the courage to tell him, I saw it, you are not right.

The young man traveled far away, and he was in tears.

Squatting on the street corner, the young man burst into silent tears, sad, difficult, bitter, resentful, lost, and unwilling.

But all melted into silence, and all were illuminated by the lamps of the night.

This is Los Angeles, and now, it's the time when thousands of homes are lit up.

The moon shadow was hazy, the lights were flickering, I don't know how long, the lights of Los Angeles were dim, and an old horse came up the street in the west, and there was a young ink man sitting on the front, shy, honest, as if he was very good at bullying.

Walking on the streets of Los Angeles, the young man looked around, looking at the thousand-year-old city-state, the "great retreat" of Beichen.

Saying that Los Angeles is a "great retreat", one of them is because it is difficult to say that the hidden city of Los Angeles is a great retreat, because the names are shouted out, those who really want to retreat are afraid of the hustle and bustle, and those who do not want to retreat are forced to retreat and it is difficult to endure, always jumping, and finally those who treat the retreat as a joke with a stick to break their legs and struggle on the shore, so this half-return but can no longer be born The restriction has created the unique style of the pass city of Los Angeles.

In general, the atmosphere of Los Angeles is like this style, very weird, whether the law and order is good depends on who wants to make trouble, which people want to manage, it is half a place outside the law, and the west is the cage with the lowest control and the strongest care in Los Angeles, so it is not easy to mess with those who ride old horses in Los Angeles, because they always run to the west;

The saying that all beings are equal in front of the west is not true, but it has a taste.

No matter how old the old monsters are, they are afraid that the old ones who are older than them will not die, and here people and ghosts can make noise, but no matter how high or low the realm is, they always have to be frightened, because those who want to make trouble and want to manage, should answer two sentences, the older they are, the more afraid they are of death, and the longer they live, the farther they will go.

Now there is an old horse on this road mixed with demons and monsters.

The old horse walked presumptuously, holding his head high and was not afraid, but the young man on the horse was trembling, for fear of sacrificing this old monster hidden in the west to the things under his crotch.

But the vision of those old monsters was the same as that of the old horse under him, and Xiao only glanced at the young man's side, and then lost his courage.

If the west is hell, then there are three items that can be used as Shura orders.

One of them is the three-foot white flag, that is the military order of Teng Wang Pavilion, among the forty-seven major forces, Teng Wang Pavilion is the most protective calf, a leaf in the territory can involve the law enforcement generation to come to the door to ask, and the disciples who commit the crime can be involved in the master of a hall to visit, so Zhongying has a legend, "Teng Wang Men under the three thousand servants, three thousand servants in the world."

At first, it was said that if the servants of King Teng's Pavilion were the county guards of the three thousand counties of Zhongying, then there would be no more chaos in these three thousand counties, and the reason for saying this is because the three-foot white flag is a very ordinary thing in the Tengwang Pavilion, and the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep under the Teng King Pavilion have a three-foot white flag.

The second is the blood of crossing the river.

Crossing the river is a nightmare for all living beings, even if you are safe and happy in your life, you may be found by the people who cross the river to slaughter clean, the grievances between Liuyun and the river crossing come from a bloodbath 10,000 years ago, and the blood of the river crossing is the blood of the children of the river as the name suggests. Although this blood is almost the same as ordinary blood in the eyes of many people, the person who crosses the river can clearly distinguish whether the blood is the blood under the river crossing gate, and the information contained in that small drop of blood is even more thousands, and the young man who crosses the river can always accurately perceive and do the entrustment of the blood, so the blood of crossing the river is a taboo in the eyes of living beings, and anyone who sees it must run, unless you can get rid of one of the forty-seven forces that dominate the Southern Regions with your own strength.

Yes, this is the difference between crossing the river and Tengwang Pavilion.

Teng Wangge can be reasonable, deal with the aftermath, cross the river and don't care, the fish die and the net is broken, and the "forty-seven" who died in its hands are about to exceed the remaining "forty-six", and I don't know why they can have so many Tianjiao and geniuses to vote and fight for it.

The third is also the mildest piece.

This is the "marriage order" on the waist of the teenager.

The marriage order, one of the three orders of the Southern Regions, is given to the Jinlou boy every year by Changjinglou, one of the "Nine Square Pavilions", as a certificate for marrying the bride.

And the deterrent power of the marriage order is only three words behind it.

Changjing Tower.

The two saints of the Southern Regions, the kitchen saint is in heaven and earth, and the Taoist saint is in Changjinglou.

These are the existence of two transcendent masters, the strength and tranquility of the laws of the Southern Regions are all maintained by these two, the old man will match a pair of newcomers every ten years, if someone does not open his eyes and break the rules, not to mention the holy disciples and the righteous young man in the world, cross the river and be the first to kill you.

It is the ghost of crossing the river, the southern region.

No one knows why crossing the river is protecting Changjinglou like this, many things don't need the support of Liuyun Pavilion and heaven and earth, every time a catastrophe befalls Changjinglou, there are always teenagers who cross the river and spill their blood, and a group of madmen fight to the death and don't let go. Therefore, the outlaws would rather offend the order of the kitchen saint who was active in the world than dare to touch the order of the Taoist saint who returned to the hidden pavilion.

As the young man moved forward, his identity became clear.

This year's Jinlou boy was born in Moke, and he made a brazen move to solve the dilemma of the female devil in the South China Sea, and he was famous for his long scroll.

He is Lin Chang of Yueyang Tower, a young man born in the shadow gate.

And he came to Los Angeles for two reasons, one is that the red-clothed peerless thinks he is not strong enough, and hides the other half of the marriage order, and he has to step on the three chaotic places in the north before he can make a little plan.

The second is the task given by the sect, asking him to come to the west to deliver a letter.

The letter was written by an old man with a white beard, saying that it was to be handed to a beggar in an alley.

The ink artist watched carefully, the lights around him were slightly dim, and the path was even more blurred into a ball of sesame seeds, making it difficult to see the scenery inside, let alone find someone. The young man's expression was slightly anxious and embarrassed, looking at the darkness around him and drooping his face, looking weak.

He is shy by nature, Changjing Lou is also helpless, who knows that he will be forced to go to Liangshan, after this storm and clouds stirred, his Yueyang Lou's small transparent turned into a sub-Taoist of the forty-seven major forces, he is just a genius, such as today's arrogance, he is like a clown on top of it, although no one said anything, but he always feels that virtue is not matched, there will be disaster.

With a long sigh, the young man's heart was a little irritable, and he looked at the lights around him only to feel the cold wind, but the horses under the seat began to walk forward autonomously, and turned into the alleyway skillfully. Lin Chang was anxious, but he didn't know how to control the horse, he stretched out his hand and slapped the horse's back a few times, and he didn't dare to get off the horse, shrinking his head and carrying a lantern to shine around, and his mouth kept breaking thoughts and prayers.

The small street turned and winded, and the young man slowly calmed down, his sad face revealed a little grievance and uneasiness, and after a long time, sparks lit up in the place where the hazy moon could not shine in front of him.

Lin Chang was in a trance, and saw the old horse under him stop in front of a green-robed man with a strange expression.

The emaciated old horse looked at Xuan Chan, the green-robed young man was speechless, but the young man who looked at the horse was embarrassed, turned his head, and sat alone against the wall to watch the spark.

The inkman was embarrassed, the green-robed young man was embarrassed, and the old horse swept his tail and showed a funny smile.

Now the fish has been baited, and the thief has been seen, the best of both worlds.

On the bluestone slab covered with mixed snow, the two of them pondered to themselves, and not far away, in the moon shadow, a young man in a strong suit was eating roast chicken, and there was a sturdy gray-robed young man standing beside him.

When the lights were on, everyone was drunk, but now the sparks are dim, but they all wake up.

But now that you have no bait and no fish, what do you want to grope for in these troubled waters?

Chen Xuan smiled lightly.

Peerless is peerless, as long as the other side of the sky is still sheltered, you will never know what Tianjiao is!

The young man walked away in a gray robe, and the young man in the power suit stayed where he was, drinking the wine in the altar.

It's time to go to the Tao.

This trip, Meteorite Pavilion.

Under the shadow of the moon, the teenagers have their own thoughts, the moon in the sky, the girl in the black dress peels the orange, and unintentionally sways her legs.

This night is blind.

Autumn clothes bite the orange petals, slightly sour. Like that cloud, I don't know what I want to hide.

Reluctant to let go.