In the middle of the night.

The green-robed young man peeked out the window and looked at the moon, secretly estimating the time in his heart.

In this fifteen-year year of Wanli, there is still an hour of longevity at this time.

Before this hour, there was a winter snow in the west of Los Angeles, a gust of wind blew on the Luan Bridge, a few drops of blood dripped on the starry night, and on the second floor of the heavenly world, there was a beautiful woman dressed in red.

And the girl in red, he's seen it.

It seems that there are still grievances.

The green-robed young man took a big bite of the big taro he was holding in his hand, stuffed his mouth full, and then chewed it carefully.

He didn't want to speak.

The fire in the tavern was warm, and two rows of twenty-four strong men sat in the orange light, one was a young man in a bamboo-green robe, and he was sitting at the dining table, and opposite him was a naked strong man on a bench, who was clutching a bowl of wine and eating cooked beef.

Looking at the appearance of the beef, it is probably still from the official family.

One dares to ask for it, and the other dares to do it, so he eats it in front of the official.

Even if the official family is turned into a piece, I am afraid that only Ma Qiubei can do this. However, people can practice knives with the walls of Los Angeles, and dare to smash the city defense temple with a scabbard, and there are naturally few things he dare not do in Los Angeles, not to mention the western cage where the big man is stocking death row prisoners, not to mention ploughing cattle, even if he pulls out those old immortals who have lived for an unknown amount of time, and no one dares to speak and kills them in rows, but within a small year, the west will be full of blood.

The little ghosts in this land are afraid, and the king of Hades will be killed as pigs.

There's nothing this master can't control. It's hard for anyone to come.

In the middle of the night, although the fire in the tavern here is bright, and the wine and meat are fragrant, but as soon as the strong man sits like this, the air pressure around him becomes extremely low, and Ye Weiyang can compare with him, and the few spider feathers in Xuan Chan's hand are extremely fragile here, and the cold air emitted is extinguished and scattered, and there is no sense of existence.

There was no one in the shop, the one facing north ate beef and didn't speak, and the one facing south had bulging cheeks, couldn't speak, hmm, big eyes blinked, but when he looked at the indifferent eyes of the strong man opposite, his body instantly froze together, deflated, and sat there seriously, not daring to move at all, for fear of angering the strong man opposite and causing danger.

At this time, he still remembered the few cold knives that the strong man at the gate of Luocheng slashed at him, and the sharp knife qi that wiped the edge seemed to be able to kill him in an instant, calling him yin and yang, at this time, he was extremely embarrassed to be provoked, and the knife at the door seemed to help him out of the siege, but in fact, it was just to drive away the wild dogs that were in the way, so that he could deal with his fierce tiger wolf head-on.

What can be done?

Unable to resist.

The green-robed young man shrunk into a ball, and the huge ploughing ox in front of him was dismantled little by little by the strong man in his belly, leaving only a small skeleton, and only a plate of slightly cool roast chicken on his right hand was shivering there, looking shabby and humble.

"Swallow it quickly. In the middle of the night, the strong man broke the silence and spoke, and the young man opposite finished eating taro two or three times, stood upright, and kept the military salute.

Looking at Xuan Chan's movements, the strong man's expression was still so cold, he didn't see the movement, just stared at the young man opposite, one moment, two moments, when the furnace was extinguished, when the lights of thousands of homes were looking forward to the dawn, when the green-robed young man in the house was stiff, and when the black-robed young man outside the house was numb.

At this time, the fifteenth year of Wanli passed.

The strong man stood up in silence, cold and depressed.

The green-robed young man was sluggish, Ma Qiubei pressed the table with both hands, and slowly got up, "Don't be like him, I haven't learned my skills, I've learned to be shameless." The strong man chuckled disdainfully, "If you have something, ask that woman, in your childly appearance." Disgusting!" The strong man flipped the table and turned around, and the strong wind forced the green-robed young man to his knees, and knocked his head seven more times.

The sound of "thump" kept echoing, and the boy struggled to resist, but until his head broke and bled out, it was useless.

"Get out. Leave L.A. Ma Qiubei turned around, and then slowly stopped, "I accepted this life-saving grace." ”

The strong man muttered, looked back, and that glance was like looking at maggots churning in the mud, smelly and dirty.

The footsteps were stretched and far away, and the young man knelt in a mess, a roast chicken with a broken neck on the bluestone slab, staring at the emaciated figure of the green-robed young man in the dim light.

The lights flickered, and the black-robed boy froze outside the tavern, and the strong man set off a gust of wind that blew away his soul.

Happened, what's going on......

The ink-robed boy knelt on the ground godlessly, the emaciated white horse on his side fell in embarrassment, and a long scroll rolled down from the boy's arms, and now on the long scroll called "Han Shi Tu", there were only three humble ants.

They all fell on their knees on the earth.

The woman in purple closed her eyes and looked in the direction of Ma Qiubei.

She, did not stop.

Not to prevent the Mo Dao boy from being humiliated, this is Yue Yanglou's request, not to stop the old horse from kneeling, it is the entrustment of Zhongying Xingzhu Palace, and not to prevent Xuan Chan Dao's heart from being damaged, just because she doesn't want to offend Ma Qiubei.

To put it bluntly, it's because he has no backer.

The woman in purple closed the curtain and waved her hand to blow out the orange lamp in the tavern.

Save money.

The woman in purple clothes swayed and her figure was graceful, and the woman in red withdrew her gaze, looked at the young man in the Taoist robe who was sleeping on the back of the green ox in the distance, and said to herself:

"Dress, you Meteorite Pavilion, don't you want him. Su Yan touched up her makeup in the mirror, her face was pale, and she looked weak.

With this inquiry, two figures appeared behind the girl in red, a young man in a starry night robe, and a peerless girl in a black dress on the moon.

The young man held his sword and wandered at the window, bowing his head speechlessly.

The deal hasn't fallen yet, so what's certain.

The girl in the black dress got up and left, snorting.

It's time to go home.

The moon is hidden, and the autumn clothes take three steps into the distance, and the three steps fall is the change of the rivers and mountains.

The girl in the black dress stayed in the air, looking at the lilac robe on the second floor with a railing.

In the young year, the business at the foot of the Meteorite Pavilion was busy, people came and went, and he still had light waves.

The girl turned sideways, looking at the young man in the game of gambling, he was playing with the Tsing Yi guests, laughing with each other, the young man in the long coat on the eaves glanced at it from a distance, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

He cared a lot about the young man in the green robe. But Liuyun Pavilion did not say that he was born as a Taoist son and a concubine of the Luo family, so he naturally couldn't stop Ma Qiubei's decision, and he couldn't interfere to stop it.

This last gust of winter wind has not yet fallen, and no one knows how many people it will bury.

Zheng Yan leaned against the window and looked east, and a big red horse in the distance was heading south, southward to Zhongying. The blue-blue robe flew with the heat wave in the warm pavilion, the young man smiled into the distance, the gray-robed young man drank a sip of hot tea in the pot, and a carriage and horse rolled away beside him, and the curtains were lifted by the dust, revealing the handsome face of the young man.

The crown of the head is blue, the clothes are golden, and the waist is decorated with the torture instruments of the three thousand counties of Zhongying, and the bearing is graceful and luxurious, and the ceremony is gentle and deacent.

This is the third prince of Zhongying, whose name is Duan Zhiling.

He made this trip to the north, and he had three important responsibilities.

If this is to take back Zhongying's medical order, the respected elder of the royal family's blood relatives, Xuanyuan.

The second is to find the two Daoist emperors of Zhongying, one of them is the seven pillars of Zhongying, one of the leaders of the Star Palace, the Qinglong Emperor Qin Lian, and the other is the guest Qin of the Star Palace, and the second is the guest Qin Elder of the Star Palace, and the little emperor of Zhongying, Yi Whale.

And this third thing is to take care of his apprentices according to the meaning of the little emperor.

The young man was calm and relaxed, holding a pen to deliver the homework reserved by the Taifu when he traveled, and an elderly man bowed beside him.

His Majesty has no daughters under his knees, only three sons.

The eldest son Duan Chengyuan is the crown prince, the second prince Duan Zang is the king of Ping, and the third prince Duan Zhiling is the king of An.

Now, the chick of this feather has come out of the mountain, and I don't know how many people will be disturbed by this song, and I don't know if it will be "stable" in the future.

The boy holds the pen, and the young man in brocade clothes stands on the peak of the mountain in the wind and snow at the far end, looking at the rivers and mountains in the north.

This look, but I don't know whether to go to Beichen or go back to Zhongying.

The boy rested for a long time, and the brocade clothes were torn.

The green-robed young man's backer fell.

I can't get up anymore......

The young man was cloaked in wind and snow, staring wordlessly, and the stars in the sky seemed to be stopped by the horizon halfway up the mountainside, and this stranding would never be in the sky again.