If it weren't for the dazzling eyes, how could he be infatuated with Shaolang.

If it weren't for Pan An, how could the infatuated woman be weak by three thousand and only take one scoop to drink.

If it weren't for the second son's song that meant an oath, how could the infatuated woman look back at him, her eyebrows and eyes were bent like the moon and her clothes were like snow.

The infatuated woman knew that the old dream was shattered and could not untie the knot in her heart. But she didn't want to part, she didn't want to part, and when she looked back, Su Huang was still the handsome young man who moved forward fearlessly.

In Shang Miao's hall of memory, there are naturally many stories about that infatuated woman.

Of course, Shang Miao was deeply mired in love at that time, and he once loved the infatuated woman deeply. Shang Miao agreed very much with the final woman's choice, after all, it is useless to oppose it, people can't be resurrected after death!

That smile also hung on Shang Miao's face. I remember that it was revealed after Shang Miao buried the second son and the infatuated woman together. At that time, he was both heartbroken and happy, heartbroken, his deep affection was finally let down, and he was happy that her infatuated woman had a lover and finally became a family.

Speaking of the Purple Flame Dragon King, Shang Miao and Qin Yan's master and apprentice were going to the Luowa Cliff and asking him to steal the Holy Night Flowing Peak and obediently hand over the Soul Gathering Orb. For this matter, the Purple Flame Dragon King did not agree to a hundred, and the thief of the Holy Night Peak was his iron buddy, just ask the people in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know?

Now that he is about to be bullied, how can he, the Purple Flame Dragon King, stand by and stay out of the matter!

"Why are you blocking the way?" Qin Yan asked, holding a horsewhip in his hand.

"Isn't it okay to preach and teach and solve doubts?" said the Purple Flame Dragon King holding his sword and standing straight.

"What the hell is the way, Lao Tzu is the way of heaven! Get out, Lao Tzu will spare your dog's life for the time being!" Shang Miao in the carriage said angrily.

"Senior brother, why don't you go to the Nameless Realm for ten years? You can't be afraid to go, right?" asked the Purple Flame Dragon King with a smile.

"Senior brother, don't mind! everyone belongs to the same family, so it's too strange to talk about it!" Shang Miao said with a smile as he stepped out of the carriage tent.

"Senior brother, don't always look like a hippie smile, senior brother, I feel disgusting. Tomorrow is the master's day of the underworld, and you, as his most beloved apprentice in his life, will not go to his old man's grave to pay respects?" said the Purple Flame Dragon King.

"Senior brother, Feng Tang's sect is now a side branch of the Demon Sect, do you think it is appropriate for me, a righteous person, to worship the people in the Demon Sect?" Shang Miao asked rhetorically.

"That's not to talk about! One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, you have to go today, if you don't go, senior brother, I'll escort you there!"

"Senior brother doesn't have to be inferior to senior brother, what the master said before his death is really reasonable!" Shang Miao said as usual.

Senior Brother Ziyan Dragon King thought that Senior Brother Shang Miao would not be able to take it, and he tried his best to make this sword. I never thought that the other party had already secretly reached the pinnacle of the sword path, but with a weak twist of the fingers of his right hand, he took his sword like thunder.

"Senior brother, have you long forgotten how our two senior brothers swore an oath to the sky in the neck of Xutong?" asked the Purple Flame Dragon King, who was shocked by a powerful sword qi and bloodied.

I have never forgotten my junior brother, and it is rare that after so many years, my senior brother still remembers. You don't have to persuade me again and again, I am no longer the same person I used to be. In the past, I was alone, fearless, and careless. Now that I have a hundred disciples in the Zhengyang Palace, as well as dozens of family members in my mansion, I really don't allow me to take a step beyond the thunder of the Demon Sect!" Shang Miao told his unspeakable hidden truth.

The Purple Flame Dragon King no longer spoke, after all, his skills were not as good as others, and whatever the other party said was right.

"Master, why talk so much nonsense with him, you and I should hurry up, don't miss the departure date of that transcontinental ferry!" Qin Yan pulled Shang Miao and hurried away.

Fei Yu Mengsheng's secret attendant has been silently following the pair of masters and apprentices for many days, but he has found nothing, and he has not obtained the slightest information about the Soul Gathering Orb.

The Purple Flame Dragon King, who still did not give up, learned that someone was secretly following his junior brother, so he privately eliminated the secret attendant. After all, only the dead will keep their mouths shut, this is the truth that everyone who walks the rivers and lakes knows.

One day, in the Fengxiao Inn, after the ten tables of wine and food were full, the innkeeper Yin Mingzhe couldn't close his mouth happily, thinking that he could finally make money every day today!

Naturally, the two masters and apprentices who were in a hurry were also among the ten guests.

"Master, your old man clearly knows that this huge Jianghu martial arts is a big dyeing pot pot, why would he jump into it without hesitation?" asked Qin Yan as he chewed on the dishes.

"Apprentice, if you are worried that your heart will be unstable and you will strayed into the Demon Dao, then why would you stick to Zhengyang Palace for more than 30 years?" Shang Miao asked rhetorically.

"Master, is it possible that you are an old man, and you can't have that treasure heavenly machine stone, but you can look through the galaxy of time and know everything about your past and future?" Qin Yan asked in surprise.

"What?Tianji Stone?Take it out quickly!Otherwise, you won't see the rising sun tomorrow!" A group of knights from the rivers and lakes asked coercively by brushing the sword in their hands on Qin Yan's neck.

"Master, help!" Qin Yan shouted for help.

"The sun is shining, the weather is very good, it's a good day to go to Yuliang to buy tea!" Shang Miao, who was deaf, walked out of the inn in a good mood and said.

"Little brother, it's better to ask for others than for yourself!" said the Purple Flame Dragon King as he took off his purple sandalwood hat and handed out a divine sword.

"Thank you!" Qin Yan thanked him by catching the divine sword that came not far away.

It's too late, it's too soon! In the blink of an eye, there was a mess in the inn, and the tables, chairs and benches were so damaged that they could hardly bear to look at them directly.

The dumbfounded innkeeper was stunned, his heart was already bleeding, and he wanted to cry without tears!

With the divine sword in his hand, Qin Yan reluctantly cracked the secret formation of Fengwang Sijia, escaped from the inn, and picked up a small life.

Something to save me, nothing to give me death.

Seeing that his master Shang Miao was really as unreliable as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, Qin Yan made up his mind to help the Ziyan Dragon King and force his master to worship the old man he had never met.

The Purple Flame Dragon King's plan succeeded, and while he was overjoyed, he was still worried that he would not be able to find his unobtrusive junior brother.

Gamble, this word, shackles Shang Miao's life.

The open and secret battle between Zhenglu Palace and Zhengyang Palace, the initiator is him Shang Miao. He is a person who would rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the ox, and he is competitive and competitive.

Along the way, Shang Miao has visited all the major gambling houses, but he has never bet a penny.

Because he is still gambling on the owners of various gambling houses, they are all thinking about how to slaughter him, a fat pig who is so rich.

Knowing that his junior brother Shang Miao was a complete gambler, the Purple Flame Dragon King soon found him in the most prosperous gambling house in the local area.

Hearing the sound, Qin Yan was in a very bad mood, and his face was furious. But even though he is still wrong, he is still his mentor.

A group of three, go!

For the three of them, it was not too fast to walk in front of the immortal monument.

After all, there is an inexhaustible shrinking talisman. Although the world is big, where is it difficult to go?

Shang Miao had a rather beautiful dream at night, and he wanted to wake up, but he couldn't resist the heartbeat of the green-robed woman.

The sleeping senior brother next door, the Ziyan Dragon King, also had a rather beautiful dream like his junior brother Shang Miao.

"I, the Purple Flame Dragon King, dreamed that you were shaking the ghost queen again, and I dreamed that you suddenly had a serious illness. You are lying alone on the sickbed with a pale face, and there is no one to take care of you. I don't know if you've been doing well since the last time you said goodbye, and I don't have the courage to pick up the slings and ask you a question. What a fateful person he should be for the Netherworld Ghost Emperor! To be able to be with you in the morning and twilight, for the rest of his life. On the day the master left, no one cried, I was really sad and sad! I really hope that you can accompany me!"

Qin Yan, who was born with a marriage line, was also obsessed with worldly love in his dreams.

"I, Qin Yan, know that you Murong Lianjia are also missing me bitterly. That's why you ignored the laws of Murong Mansion and came to my dream to meet me. You didn't say a word, but I felt good in my heart. I clasped your hands and regretted it very much. I regret that I didn't accompany you to eat and travel more, and I didn't accompany you to see your favorite purple flame snails. Since the last goodbye, I haven't picked up the sling, I have seen you more often, and I have asked for warmth. Naturally, I never listened to you seriously and never knew what you needed most. You're always there every now and then, in my mind, anytime, anywhere, whatever fate comes in. I'm used to doing whatever I want, I really miss you at this moment, I really want to see you in my dreams and in reality. I think I'm a little bit of a dream, and I don't know the difference between reality and reality. Perhaps, this is the punishment I deserve for missing you!" Qin Yan said with tears streaming down his eyes.

Speaking of Shang Miao, the palace master of Zhengyang Palace, he had a long night, although he didn't sleep unintentionally, but he didn't sleep very well. At first, it was true that he had a rather beautiful dream, but as time passed in the dream, he stopped smiling.

"I don't know if this is Shang Miao, the first time I've dreamed of you as a dragon girl in the East China Sea. I dreamed that you left the East China Sea, moved to a new house, and designed and built a flower room book house for yourself. I dreamed that I had been secretly paying attention to you, and your smile and smile could still make me haunt my dreams. Shang Miao fell into a dream too deeply.

The senior brother next door, the Ziyan Dragon King, in the dead of night, fell into a deep dream, compared to his unobtrusive junior brother Shang Miao, it is really better!

"There was once a chivalrous man who asked me the Purple Flame Dragon King sincerely. He said, what kind of feeling would it be to forget what it would be to miss a person to the extreme? I replied to him: I remember one day, my Purple Flame Dragon King passed through the Purple Flame Dragon King with affection and sent her a sentence of 'Don't worry, don't read it!' That day, I woke up countless times throughout the night to check my own lap in the air, for fear that I would miss her reply. You know, it's that terrible hazy feeling, I can see in my dreams, and she's replying to my message. Then, the sound of the rooster crowed and I struggled out of my dreams, got up and got out of bed, and looked at my own coffin. This is probably what you asked, the painful feeling of longing to the extreme, and I don't even want to let go of my dreams!" said the Purple Flame Dragon King in a heartbroken sleep.

In another place, Qin Yan, who had fallen into a deep dream, was even more heartbroken, sad and painful.

"Murong Lianjia, don't you appear in my dreams anymore, I'm afraid I won't see you when I wake up. Qin Yan fell in love to tears.

These two are so affectionate, Shang Miao, who was tormented by the eternal nightmare, is not far behind.

"It was a day that will be remembered by me for the rest of my life, what the hell is wrong with me? I was idle in Zhengyang Palace again, and I dreamed, and I dreamed again of the rouge stall in the north of the city, the handsome woman in a green robe. In the depths of my dream, one day during that time, I suddenly received a secret order from Emperor Yin Qiwen, saying that I wanted to go back to the north of the city to resist thousands of enemies. I remember that at that time, I was writing a summary letter of the war, which was the final article in the real sense of the three years of resisting the enemy in the north of my city. After I finished writing, I returned to the rouge stall in the north of the city, followed by a group of relatives, friends, and subordinates. Everyone could see that I had a deep affection for the green-robed woman. As soon as they saw me walking in front of the rouge stall, pretending to have something in demand, they all shouted and whistled and coaxed. The green-robed woman stood at the cashier of the rouge stall, looking at me with embarrassment and smiling. My best friend in life and death, Jia Feng, he persuaded me before he came, don't you Shang Miao usually say that you like her smile! Then you go and pursue her! Later, if she is married by someone else, you will regret it for the rest of your life. I smiled and said indifferently, don't worry! A good meal is not afraid of being late, and it is good to have love over time. I never thought that I suddenly woke up from a dream, and it was obviously not a terrifying nightmare! Why didn't I want to continue doing it? Why did I wake up in a hurry? I really couldn't figure it out, I couldn't figure it out. Why can I still dream of you? Don't torture me like this! After all, you are already the concubine of Emperor Yin Qiwen, do you really want me to feel sorry for you for the rest of your life? Murong Lianjia?" Shang Miao recalled the old feelings with emotion.

At this moment, Fu Huanjing's inopportune appearance surprised the three of them.

Eternal Nightmare, although he is a person in the Demon Dao, this action did not hurt the three of them in the slightest!

He is a worldly inkman, why did the Xuanyuan Divine Sword shatter the body of the Eternal Nightmare along with the Yin God as soon as it came out?

Could it be that the higher the realm, the sharper the divine sword, can do whatever you want and kill innocents indiscriminately?

The three of them were just a thought, and none of them dared to ask the great sword immortal who could be on an equal footing with God Emperor Zhuge Yunting, why there was no reason for an earth-shattering "Sword is coming!".

Perhaps, no matter how beautiful people and things are, there will be a day when they lose their dazzling light, no matter how deep the memory moment, there will be a day when they will forget the back of their minds, and no matter how much they love the person, there will be a day when they will go away.

Therefore, no matter how beautiful the dream fantasy is, there will be a day when you wake up and forget it!

Fu Huanjing persuaded the three of them that they would never keep what they should give up, and never let go of what they should cherish. If the two can't be together, they must never be friends again, because they have been deeply hurt by each other. In the end, the two must not be enemies, because they have loved each other deeply and unforgettable.

"Yo he! Are people who die in marriage one day qualified to talk about love?" asked with a smile on the face of the person behind Fu Huanjing.

As far as the words are said here, there is no word monument for immortality, and the notoriety will spread far and wide.