I'm an ordinary man, you tell me that I am enlightened?

————

The national teacher supervises the country, and the young master Fu Huanjing has long been expelled from Yizhou by Cao Rui's civet cat for the prince.

Over time, Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master who lived among the people, everyone has heard of this name.

There are all kinds of follow-up stories of Fu Huanjing, true and false, false and true.

After all, true and false are true when they are false, and true and false are true when they are false!

However, only one story was sung by a novelist in a blessed land of white paper and compiled into a book, called "The Thief".

Other stories can't be said to be fake, but they have a beginning and no end.

The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, on the first day of exile among the people, became a peerless person who dominated the world. Obviously, he has a bad background, and the name of "thief and cheap" is not a compliment, but more of a ridicule.

In the past, there was a thief on Yunlai Mountain, who robbed a young lady from Wei Chiyuan's foreign family and gave birth to a lowly orphan who everyone hated.

It's just that he Fu Huanjing has been determined since he was a child to be the king of the world, a hero who has been famous for centuries and has made great achievements for thousands of years.

Thieves, lowly breeds, and heroes, it is difficult to associate these three identities with the weak and unruly children in front of them.

After Fu Huanjing's biological father Fu Ruoxiong was beheaded by the imperial court, his biological mother Wei Chi Linjia used her own life in exchange for the survival of the baby in her arms.

The grandfather Wei Chi in the distance was naturally reluctant to admit that he had such a cheap grandson as Fu Huanjing, who everyone hated. He turned him away and left him to fend for himself.

Some people have a hard life, they just can't die, and they are lucky enough to meet nobles on the mountain.

The young Fu Huanjing was frolicking and playing in the alleys, and met the untrue Taoist of Penglai Immortal Island. Yue Song saw Fu Huanjing's bones Qingqi, so he accepted him as his founding disciple.

Wu Dao real person Yue Song, once had a relationship with Leng Ruozen, the owner of the Medical Dao Futian Medical Hall.

Thirteen-year-old Fu Huanjing disappeared from everyone's sight, whether he was dead or alive, there is no way to know.

————

One life, two luck, three feng shui.

Ruan Qingting, a witch doctor in the Jinjiang world, was born with a much smoother fate. Luck is also good, I don't have to say, I belong to the kind of "one of 100 million people" who walk on Yangguan Avenue and have gold and silver from time to time.

Feng Shui numerology, which complements each other, has made Ruan Qingting an excellent sword immortal clay embryo.

So, the thirteen-year-old witch doctor nun Ruan Qingting, when she first entered the cave of the Pavilion at the end of the world, worshiped the pavilion master Hu Chaozhen's personal sword attendant.

"[Childe, please respect yourself]!" Ruan Qingting stretched out her palm and refused.

Seeing Ruan Qingting stretch out her hand and refuse, the pavilion master Hu Chaozhen gave up.

With a body of luck and blessings, Hu Chaozhen wanted to divide it evenly and give it to his loyal servant Ruan Qingting.

How can the flowers fall intentionally, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Perhaps, Hu Chao's really suitable move is too frivolous for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl!

Forget it!

It's gone, it's gone.

"Ting'er, why do you dare to say that a man is not a husband, and a woman is not a woman?" Hu Chaozhen changed the subject.

"Pavilion master, don't talk about the women and let the eyebrows, then the women don't let the women let the eyebrows!" The slave maid pondered, there is nothing too wrong with this sentence?" Ruan Qingting said the daily yin and yang strange aura.

The pavilion master Hu Chaozhen didn't say a word, and he sulked. The older I live, the more I look like a child, and I become more childish.

The way is different, don't conspire with each other, okay! Which fucking family is this apprenticeship attitude? I'm afraid it's not here to move mountains and demolish shrines!

The pavilion master Hu Chaozhen was deep in his heart, crying and laughing.

He could only sigh silently: Life is hard, and it will be a long time!

————

The world of the human world is peaceful and peaceful, thanks to the six realms in the past hundred years, there has been no major disaster, and it has been peaceful to this day.

Such a strange peaceful and prosperous world makes the end of the world at the beginning of the world, boring and tight!

A little thief on Yunlai Mountain has turned into a cave Xuan Zhenjun in a blessed land.

Fate, wonderful!

Fu Ruoxiong, the true monarch of Dongxuan, who was thousands of miles away from the cave, went to the Tianya Pavilion alone with the sword, and was bound to ask for the only elixir.

I heard that there is a sword immortal from other worlds who is not good-tempered in the world to visit in the near future, and everyone in the other world is naturally happy to see it, and some people are even happy.

The cape where the sword immortal is located in the world of the book banner and the rain falls on the blessed land, compared to the usual, it will be more leisurely and comfortable for many days!

The largest mansion in this blessed land, Zong Yue, the old housekeeper of Ziyuan Mansion, has the leisure time to deceive and steal the delicacies of the sea!

As the home of Zhong Mingding's food, Ziyuan Mansion naturally doesn't care too much about the freshness of the hundred-pound puffer fish. As for the reason for such a distinction, it is because there is a faint hint of mysterious luck and blessing on its body.

The name is that the adults want to eat the hundred-pound puffer fish umami, but in fact, it is not that the old housekeeper of his sect wants to fill his own temple.

Jin Yaojia, the wok-master in the back kitchen of Ziyuan Mansion, and Zi Wuhao, a fellow villager who cut some side dishes and small ingredients, chatted about current affairs in the rivers and lakes.

"Master, the Shanshui Mansion on and off the mountain is about to go crazy! In the end, he Dongxuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong traveled thousands of miles away, asking for the high-grade elixir that bewitched the people and concealed people's eyes? Or was it a worthless and unpopular remedies?"

"Pufferfish, poisonous, fresh? That's not all about the level of the teacher's stir-fry skills, and what is the relationship with others. Fu Jianxian's matter is indeed a bit big. But in fact, it is the same as those of us who are very small stir-fry chefs to cook delicious dishes. The taste and texture of the dishes all depend on the cooking of our masters. As for the follow-up development of this matter, you kid don't just look at the random interpretation of those leisurely mouths, you can't be true. If you really want to know the truth of the matter, you can talk to Fu Ruoxiong with that cave Xuanzhen Jun and drink wine under the moon. Jin Yaojia stroked his beard and said to himself.

After a while, the sky above the Aster Mansion was filled with smoke and scattered in all directions.

"Master, Yu ............" Hit the lotus, Ziwuhao dared to be angry, but did not dare to speak.

"Lost the fish fried?" asked the wok master Jin Yaojia knowingly.

"Yes," Ziwuhao whispered timidly.

"There is always a time to gather and disperse, and when the time comes, you should leave. Wok master Jin Yaojia turned into a wisp of green smoke and rose and disappeared.

The bizarre disappearance of the master Jin Yaojia, coupled with the most precious seafood pufferfish, disappeared inexplicably. At this moment, Zong Yue, the old housekeeper of Ziyuan Mansion, couldn't spare himself, and he had no background to fight Ziwuhao.

After a fat beating, Ziwuhao was like a bucket of scraps that everyone hated, and he was casually discarded by Ding Li Town, the family of the government, in the weeds in the wilderness.

was taken away together, and there was also a trace of luck and blessing on the hundred-pound puffer fish, which was attached to Ziwuhao's body.

A big dream, waking up, is a cliff fall.

In this dream, Ziwuhao actually liked to be a father, but he didn't know who his wife was. I only listened to the baby boy in my arms, calling him a daddy.

Zi Xuanyang seemed to be destined to return, and was born in the Netherworld and Ghost Land in the north of the world-the Hades Xudu.

————

The end of the world pavilion cave heaven on the cape rain fell blessed land, this is not just an ordinary sword between a cave and a blessed land, but the starting point of the world and the book flag world, the violent collision of the two worlds.

The end of the world, hidden in the sea of clouds and fog, the big day as a neighbor, the full moon hall guests, water and fire as railings, domineering and unparalleled.

The sword immortal Fu Ruoxiong, the sword traveled from afar, twisted the spell and drew the talisman, shrinking the mountains and rivers, and it was coming in an instant.

In an instant, the golden sea of clouds near the Tianya Pavilion exploded and scattered, as if he had seen a life-and-death enemy.

Hu Chaozhen, the lord of the Tianya Sea Pavilion, is the same brother of Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong.

Previously, the pavilion master called for the true way of the law, and after killing the ancestor of the monk Zhang Yu with a sword, he established the religion and called the ancestor.

For a time, Daozu was the most proud, and the scenery was incomparable.

Fu Ruoxiong, the dwarfed junior brother, is bleak and tight! Saying that he Fu Ruoxiong has not seen the Great Dao, many people will believe it.

The past has become the past, and Sword Immortal Fu Ruoxiong is not the kind of person with a small belly now. Maybe it used to be, and it definitely won't be now. The cultivation realm is there, Fu Ruoxiong is embarrassed to worry about those old things!

Not long after he became famous in World War I, I saw him Hu Chaozhen single-handedly turn the three thousand weak waters of the god realm into nothingness, build the real with the virtual, and build the end of the world pavilion in the land of peach blossoms.

The two brothers have known each other for more than a thousand years, and they have a deep friendship.

Today, the little junior brother Fu Ruoxiong came to the door in person, and he did not fly the sword to deliver the message in advance as in the past.

Senior brother Hu Chaozhen, he knew that his little junior brother's trip seemed to be bound to get the pill!

However, Fu Ruoxiong's trip to seek medicine was not to save himself, but to treat a demon who was transformed into an outer heaven demon.

It was a well-known Heavenly Demon Emperor Qin Houcan, who was indignant and seriously injured and dying.

Hu Chaozhen heard that Lu Zhuan Daoist had been killed by this monster not long ago, and he hesitated and said, "Little junior brother, you also know that Qin Houcan is deeply sinful, and Zhuge Yunting, the emperor of the God Realm, can't tolerate it yet. You're too involved with it, aren't you inviting trouble?"

"Senior brother, there is Hongjun first, and then there is heaven, and Lu Zhudao is even more in front! Such nonsense, will you believe it?" Fu Ruoxiong said with a smile.

"What's more, he, Qin Houcan, has promised me that he will never create any more evil in the Six Realms in the future. Fu Ruoxiong continued.

"Joke! Thinking about the old cultivator's hand, the heroes of the Six Realms knelt down. What's the matter! His old man's body is dead, and he is not yet the master of this pavilion, and he breaks through ten thousand laws with a sword in an instant. Hu Chaozhen stroked himself and boasted.

The two immortals fought and refused to let each other go, which really responded to the sentence "The gentleman moves, the villain moves".

One yard to one yard, Hongjun Ancestor and Lu Zhuan Daoren, the two of them claimed to be disciples of the Dao Ancestor in front of people, claiming that they were both apprentices before the senior brother Hu Chaozhen, and the yin and yang were weird and his Dao Ancestor was the most proud Hu Chao was really deceiving the world.

In fact, Dao Zu and his old man have only accepted the most proud Hu Chaozhen and Hongchen Immortal Fu Ruoxiong as apprentices. What is the great elder brother Hongjun Ancestor, and the great senior brother Lu Zhudao people, they are just rumors in the rivers and lakes, and they are not to be believed.

However, with the Dao Law of the two reaching the sky, comparable to the Dao Ancestor, the first battle is stronger than the first battle. The doubts of the people in the rivers and lakes have deteriorated after being slapped in the face again and again.

That's right, face is a thing that is earned by a big victory that moves the rivers and lakes.

However, Jianghu is a place with the best memory, but also the worst.

————

Gentleman, do something, don't do something.

The self-proclaimed gentleman Buddha Yi Qin Lang has nothing to do, and he wants to go to the Futian Medical Hall of the Medical Dao.

Jealousy, this little thing, it's very strange, if something happens, it's going to happen, and the lady of the Tianya Pavilion Pavilion is going on in her heart.

Ruan Qingting's cheap thing, I'm afraid she doesn't want to rely on the pavilion master, three lives and three lives and ten miles of peach blossoms, right?

The lady of the pavilion owner who was strolling around the court was very chaotic.

People have no foresight, but they must have near-term worries.

"[Concubine, panic]!" said the pavilion master's wife suddenly knelt down and trembled.

There were bursts of laughter, but it was difficult to dispel the haze in the heart of the pavilion master's wife, and cold sweat was pouring on her forehead.

Fortunately, it was just a doppelganger of the pavilion master Hu Chaozhen, and it was fleeting.

————

Subsequently, the Red Dust Immortal Fu Ruoxiong and the most proud Hu Chaozhen, the two walked and walked, chatting and chatting, their throats were a little tired, and they sat opposite each other in the pavilion of the End of the World.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, only the fragrance of ink splashed everywhere.

Write all the hearts with a large pen, and the love is deep and tearful.

Hu Chaozhen, who was stubborn but couldn't resist the little junior brother, had to reluctantly take out the elixir from the thing close to him, the elixir - Jue Soul Ying Bead.

"Senior brother, your elixir is inevitably too big, isn't it?" Fu Ruoxiong said in shock.

"Just crush it and drink it, whoever the hell will let you swallow it whole!"

Fu Ruoxiong, who was satisfied, bid farewell to his senior brother Hu Chaozhen, and wanted to shrink the mountains and rivers and go to the Ziyuan Mansion that had changed for a long time, and find out.

However, Hu Chaozhen grabbed the little junior brother's arm and walked side by side, insisting on seeing him off a few more steps.

"What are you going to do with it in the future?" asked Hu Chaozhen as he walked behind his hands.

"Provide him with food and clothing, buy a cage, and change his name and surname. After all, you want to bewitch the public and hide people's eyes!" Fu Ruoxiong said in an orderly manner.

Unconsciously, the two of them walked to the boundary of the Tianya Sea Pavilion, holding the hand of their son, reluctant to give up.

"So, do you have a new name in mind?" asked Hu Chaozhen partingly.

"Purple air room, Xuanyu wind bones, thousand-year-old dark room, Xianyang is safe. Just call him Zixuanyang!" Fu Ruoxiong said with a smile.

"It, Zi Xuanyang, vulgar and unbearable!" Hu Chaozhen said in disgust.

"Vulgarity and elegance vary from person to person. It's not human, so it doesn't matter!" Fu Ruoxiong said before he died.

Sending cold stars to Quan without noticing, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.

Death is not the best choice for Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong.

However, he Fu Ruoxiong had no other way, God Emperor Zhuge Yunting needed a reasonable explanation, and he also needed his sudden disappearance.

The stage of history is always like this, a group of people appear on the stage, and a group of people need to leave the stage gloomily.

In the future, it is an understandable fact that it belongs to Fu Ruoxiong's son Fu Huanjing, not his Fu Ruoxiong.

————

Chi Linjia, the female captain of Nine Dragons who was far away in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, unexpectedly distended, like a woman in the world who was pregnant for ten months.

Fu Huanjing was born unexpectedly and unexpectedly became the big fat grandson of Ao Sui, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Is all this really just, one accident after another?

One of the most important things for all of us to know is to mix in the Six Realms, whether it is to practice enlightenment or to be an official in the temple. You can treat the Dao Ancestor, the Buddha, the Human Emperor, the Demon King, and the Demon Venerable, the five of them as ornamental playthings, and ignore them as cannons. However, for the God Emperor Zhuge Yunting, don't say goodbye! That old boy has always been a thief in his heart, and he offended him, guaranteeing that you will not have good fruits to eat in the Six Realms in the future.

This is also the reason why Fu Ruoxiong, a fifteen realm great sword immortal, died in a hurry and died in a hurry.

————

Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong died and flew to the outer heavens. Originally, he planned to go to find out why the largest mansion in the Cape Yuluo Blessed Land, why the Ziyuan Mansion had changed for so long, and the matter ended without a problem.

The Yunding Sword Sect in the blessed land of Haijiao Yuluo, everyone up and down, held a grand sacrificial ceremony for Fu Ruoxiong, the ancestor of the mountain.

The statue hanging in the ancestral hall is particularly deserted, and he is very lonely as a red dust fairy Fu Ruoxiong.

In the blessed land, up and down the mountain, countless rivers and lakes sects and temple families rushed to the Yunding Sword Sect with stars and moons, and fast horses.

Everyone gathered at the foot of Fangcun Mountain, all of them bowed their heads and listened to the bell.

Not all people who come have the qualifications to go up the mountain to pay their respects. Put aside this book flag in the world, except for the master of the sect and the two disciples of the founding mountain, those who trespass on the top of the clouds, die!

The two of them were in a column, and they were led up the mountain by the Taoist children one after another, and walked into the ancestral hall of the patriarch to offer condolences and incense.

Spring is full of greenery, birds are chirping, and white sails are swaying.

The bell roared, shaking the birds and birds on the branches, flying away, and never looking back.

The wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu was used to parting with life and death, and he didn't have that heart-rending feeling for the sudden death of the "old and not ashamed" Fu Ruoxiong.

Dead, just dead. In the world, who can hide? Going up to the mountains to practice is just a few hundred more boring years.

I saw Fu Yuanqiu dressed in a white robe, with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry or impatient, and walked slowly towards the ancestral hall.

Previously, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu held his head in his hands and walked leisurely across the Lingyang Stone Bridge. Later, I found that the Yunding Sword Sect, which was very lively and full of sword energy in the past, is really lonely today!

At the end of the stone bridge, there are two big characters printed on a stone tablet - "square inch".

The word "square inch" is the easiest to understand, but also the most difficult to understand, and even more difficult to grasp.

Easier said than done, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu had a deep understanding, so he didn't say much about the mystery.

In addition to the arrival of the eight famous and upright families, the thirteen people of the scattered cultivation lineage really did not fall all of them! Such a rare thing made everyone present disgusted.

Before Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong was alive, he was very close to these thirteen people, so there was no such thing as good and evil.

Rice thief, autopsy fairy, curtain red crisp hand, porter, coffin bearer, mountain patrol envoy, dressing female official, knife catcher, word master, he Han, Nanhai lone horseman, sewing man, book man.

Zhang Yu, the ancestor of loose cultivation, is at the top of the list of loose cultivation, good at picking up leaks, still like corpses, and his cultivation realm is comparable to that of Daozu and his old man.

"Scattered Cultivator Ancestor, aren't you dead thoroughly?" everyone was stunned and exclaimed.

"You're not entirely right, it's more than half dead. On that day, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly End Pavilion Cave Heaven Hu Chaozhen poured out his sword, which indeed cut off the foundation of my cultivation avenue, so that I could only stop at the Fourteen Realms in this life. What do you think is the difference between me, who is surviving with despair, and the dead bones on the northern ice field?"

"Bad luck!" everyone didn't sympathize, and they all spat on the ground and said disgustingly.

Nanhai lone rider Lang Ao Pi, ranked eleventh in the line of loose cultivation, although he is the lord of the South China Sea, he is an old onmyoji, and he is the first in the world in the ability to cause trouble.

After all, the "Shoulder Slapping Emperor" Ao Thunder, that is a terrifying existence that he dared to pat the God Emperor Zhuge Yunting on the shoulder a few times back then.

"Isn't it a Taoist cultivator who cultivates loose cultivation? Isn't it worthy to practice Taoism and become a Buddha and become an immortal?"

"Demonic face?" asked the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu, holding the thunderbolt wooden sword in his hand.

"Little calf nose, they covet my handsomeness one by one, blame me?" Ao Li, who was surrounded by seven or eight mural fairies, smiled helplessly.

"Little Eleven, this behavior is a bit excessive! Today, your kid dares to have fun in front of my best friend's spirit, and my big brother will ride the crane immortal tour tomorrow, won't you kid want to jump on my grave?"

When the old friend immortal dies, how can he not be in pain when he scatters his ancestors?

————

Many years ago, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu first met the "old and not ashamed" Dongxuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong, and the scene was warm and tight.

In the early spring, everything recovers, and Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Ruoxiong is rarely idle, fishing by the stream.

The wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu was refining his light martial arts cultivation, and he had no intention of disturbing Fu Ruoxiong, but he was a little bit of water and scattered the fish.

Because Fu Ruoxiong's face looked like his own suddenly passed away master, the wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu fell into the murmuring stream without paying attention.

Subsequently, Fu Ruoxiong picked up the rod, collected the fishing gear, and laughed lightly.

"Laughing, when I am a wooden sword ranger Fu Yuanqiu, walking the rivers and lakes, I don't want to lose face?" Fu Yuanqiu said with a sword threat.

"Little brother, face, this thing is earned! It was earned by a great victory that moved the rivers and lakes. However, the rivers and lakes are a place with the best memory, but also the worst. From this point of view, is the face of you and me in the rivers and lakes really that important?" Fu Ruoxiong said earnestly.

Fu Yuanqiu was silent, and then followed Fu Ruoxiong up the mountain to the Yunding Sword Sect, and no longer went down the mountain to fight for righteousness.