There are seventeen alleys and alleys in the west of Los Angeles, and four main streets in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and there are not many places in the west that can take care of these 21 roads, Luanqiao is counted as one of them, the Luo family's mansion is counted as one of them, and Zhenhun Mountain is counted as one.

It was a nameless tavern, a small two-story loft, rooted in the western part of Los Angeles, and further west, there were only Ranshi Hill and Zhensoul Mountain.

In the scorching sun, the young man in the robe waved the willow branch in his hand, opened his eyes half-asleep and half-awakened, and looked at the mess in the tavern, his expression remained unchanged, but he seemed to be more energetic.

No one called the green cow, it came by itself.

Laughing helplessly, the young man stretched out his hand and touched the neck of the green cow gently, the calf under the seat shook its head mischievously, and the little tail shook out fan-shaped dew, sprinkling like a milk dog, as if to respond to the actions of the young man on his back, playful, childish and innocent.

It's just a pity that it doesn't wash the feet.

Looking at the ignorant and well-behaved appearance of the green cow in front of him, the twelve officials behind him were so tired that they bent down and smirked to themselves.

In the past three days, they have been so numb that they can't say what they have experienced, the cleaning tools in the yamen are more firmly held than the big knife, and the various uses are more skilled than the sanitation and cleaning personnel, and a row of people are ready to go on the road, just waiting for the green ox to step into the mud with one foot, and then step into the water, leaving the beautiful traces on the ground like a picture scroll, and finally they scramble to clean up.

At first, they were not used to it, they could only hold the mound cloth and watch it, watching the green ox use its hooves to bring out a little silt, a little bit of garbage thrown into the Luo River, and only after everything was a foregone conclusion did they come forward to deal with the aftermath, but after a night of training, they have become accustomed to seeing the cow with a mop and follow, three days and two nights of torture, not a moment of peace, now they have a sensitive reaction to filth carved into the bone marrow.

If you can, you should choose to protect Xuan Chan.

The young man in the Taoist robe on the back of the green cow sighed, tasted the transparent citrus on the horns of the green cow, and took a bite, which was unbearable and sour.

Autumn clothes sent.

After tasting the bitterness of citrus, the young man chewed and swallowed the orange petals, and most of the rest was swallowed by the naughty calf under the seat, and he trembled with sourness, almost fluttering, and was aggrieved like a big bear doll, and four small and tender hooves stepped around on the ground, attracting the twelve servants to rush forward.

Looking at the twelve strong men beside him, Qingniu hung his head sadly, as if he felt that he was disliked, he drooped his ears and was aggrieved, and then looked at the young man on his back, the pitiful eyes didn't know what to say, and tears almost wanted to fall.

"Obediently~ I'll go take a bath later, okay~" The young man in the robe leaned over and patted Qingniu's neck a few times.

"Uh-huh, okay~. Qingniu nodded, her voice was milky, and she smiled.

The calves are happy, the strong men are stupid.

It...... Can it talk?

The twelve officials were stunned for a moment, straightened up slightly, looked at each other's dull eyes, and the green cow in the center naughtily stuck out his tongue, wagged his tail, and raised his head arrogantly.

Phew, stupid.

Hehe......

Looking at the green ox with a smart expression, a group of strong men squatted down in despair, holding a mop in their hands.

The devil knows what they went through.

No wonder I always feel that this green cow is not very good-tempered, it turns out that it heard the sentence "Why don't you wash your feet?"

It's over, it's over, and it's on the mind.

The twelve officials wanted to cry without tears, and in the tears of their eyes, they saw a group of strong men crawling from the bones.

“...... You guys, haha, it's miserable. ”

"Ha, haha, it's average, but I slept in the tavern, hehe, hehe. The twelve officials smirked, and the men of the hoe sect on their sides were a little dazed, looking at their disappearing shirts and looking at each other as if they were looking at animals.

Say, how long have you been thinking about Lao Tzu?

The four hooves of the green ox exchanged jumps, looking extremely happy and lively, and he did not pay any attention to the embarrassing comedy scene behind him.

I don't know if I'm too young, or if I've seen too much and look old.

The green ox entertained himself, and the young man in the robe on his back was a little serious, his body was upright and straight, and the willow branches flew between the flipping of his wrists, staining a few patches of frost and snow in the air, turning it into dew and then swaying in the sky, muttering softly in his mouth, with a little emotion:

"Boss, after so many years, don't hide if you're there. Sooner or later, we have to see. ”

Xiao Xing's voice was soothing and calm, and he slowly spoke, "This Southern Regions world, although it is said that it is under the control of the forty-seven major forces, but forty-seven is forty-seven, and forty-six is forty-six, it has already passed, so why should you be persistent." The convenience of the three empires according to the national system is just to form cooperation with the sect forces, what are you trying to use to subvert the pattern of the world with every inch of land?

"It's been seventeen years, boss, do you want to continue to consume it. ”

The young man's voice was ethereal and illusory, and the officials couldn't hear it, and Qingniu blinked, playing with himself.

Ten years of Tiannan Pavilion, and seventeen years ago, the name of the forty-seven was called the Holy Court.

The Sanctuary was smashed with a scabbard by the Juggernaut, and there was no more forty-seven since.

Unless someone can get out of the sheath Tianjiao, kill the Nantian Realm, kill the Tiannan Mountain, and smash the signboard of the Nange that day.

In the past, the Sword Saint was frivolous, and this great reputation was good for killing, but such a long time has passed, but in a long time, he may be able to sit on this identity. When the time comes, who will dare to do the forty-seven in front of him, or who will be able to pull down the next forty-six?

It's all difficult, it's rare to be unattainable, it's rare to be a fool's dream.

The sky is clear, the blue sky and white sun that has suppressed Wanli for fifteen years and months began to fade slowly, the orange-yellow light began to come back, the young man in the Taoist robe on the back of the green ox put away the willow branches, pulled out the dust, and a little dew appeared in the frost and snow in the sky, surrounding the attic, it seemed to be a word, blurred, not clear, but with great coercion.

In the middle of the night, the orange light slowly converged, and was pressed back by a pair of big hands, nothing changed, but the strong men behind him changed from a ball to rolling in the wind and snow.

In a moment, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, the young man in the Taoist robe was silent, the window on the second floor of the tavern in the distance was opened, and a purple dress appeared in front of him, charming and moving, only to see the woman leaning against the window, only to hear her charming mouth, and the strong men behind him hugged each other.

The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders, smiled quietly, and looked at the young man on the back of the green bull in the attic on the second floor of the tavern, she looked serious and seductive, and it was this glance, the green cow under the young man's seat bared his teeth like a wolf dog, and the young man just smiled indifferently and distantly.

Ma Qiubei didn't dare to touch him, and she didn't dare to offend Ma Qiubei, so he wasn't afraid of her.

Not afraid of anything.

The young man was sitting on top of the green ox, and his voice was warm and peaceful, "Boss, this is the hour." ”

"Excuse me. The girl leaned against the window, her voice weak, and her floating hand interrupted: "If I don't want to go, I won't go." I didn't sleep yesterday, and now I'm a little tired, and I don't want to hear you talk about the past, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. I'm here and now, and I'm not going anywhere. If you want to rush, you can do it. The woman turned her face sideways, her voice was slightly cold, a little tired, she got up and closed the window, and when she was about to close it, she suddenly stopped moving, paused through the gap, and hesitated: "You persuaded me to go, it is nothing more than a few reasons." In this case, I want to ask, are you afraid that I am plotting against the Zhensoul Mountain, or are you afraid that I am plotting against the city wall of Los Angeles? What is it that makes me make a living and attract the attention of you, the great Buddha?"

After closing her words, the woman in purple noticed something wrong, stretched out her index finger and put it in front of her lips, and smiled: "I'm sorry, the little woman is wrong." But...... It's been fourteen years, and now that you've come to me, are you sad to let go, or do you want to prove that you did nothing wrong?"

The girl leaned forward, her face was good, and her voice was soft.

She seemed to ask softly, but her words were as sharp as a knife.

Staring at the purple-clothed girl by the window opposite, the young man in the Taoist robe held the willow branch fluttering, smiling.

The boy, he woke up.

The green cow trampled heavily on the ground with his hooves a few times, not knowing whether he was expressing resentment or displeasure, wrinkled his face, lingered for a long time, and finally seemed to still be unable to swallow this breath, and stuck out his tongue childishly towards the second-floor window.

The girl in purple was silent, just watching.

In her sight, the green cow went all the way east.

But the young man, who rarely did not drink madly.

He, just left.

The girl in purple sighed lightly.

In this way, it seems that he is ignorant of current affairs.

The woman was clasped around her chest by the window, and her face was full of sorrow.

He decided she would go. And she did, too, had to go.

The black and white robes headed towards the east, like a group of teenagers at noon.

One has a home to return to, and the other has no home.