I also thought that there was a difference between immortals, and the two would never be able to stay together, so I lamented for this!

At this time, Xiaoyue mentioned this matter, which touched the fragile heartstring in Sima Qing's heart, and the two of them burst into tears like rain, pursing their lips and secretly feeling sad.

After a while, Sima Qing came to his senses, stopped his tears, and comforted Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, don't be sad! Fate has its own destiny, and it is beyond the mercy of you and me!"

And cherish the present, take a step, look at a step!"

Xiao Yue also relieved herself and forced a smile: "Sister, it's all to blame on those two stinky villains!

The two played and laughed, and hid their sadness in their hearts.

In the evening, outside the Chai Gate.

"Eighth junior brother, take care all the way. ”

"Don't worry, this is a revisit for me, don't worry. ”

Mo Han bowed his hand to everyone and walked westward.

"My generation crisscrosses the world, not envy mandarin ducks, only immortals. ”

The sonorous and powerful singing voice came, and the breath reverberated in the bowels.

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoyue, you two take care of the old man!

Xue Meng looked at Xiao Yue's red eyes, and his heart throbbed, but in front of him, it was not the time for Qingqing and me.

He nodded to Xiao Yue, and disappeared into the ever-changing sunset with Mo Crazy and silent.

Sima Sheng looked at the two little girls, shook his head helplessly, and turned around and entered the house.

Xiao Qing and Xiao Yue saw the three of them go away, looking into the distance, their expressions were sad, and they did not return.

Barbarian Sky City, located in the center of the Blue Dragon Empire, is the imperial capital of the Blue Dragon Empire.

The splendid and vast Qinglong City was the seat of the imperial royal family.

Located in the middle of the Barbarian Sky City, it is boxy, surrounded by high platforms and pavilions, which are innumerable.

In the Blue Dragon City, a giant dragon carved from a huge jade was lifelike, and the scales and armor on its curved and vertical body were layered on top of each other, covering its entire body like armor.

Teeth and claws, a large mouth full of sharp fangs roars the sky, wanting to compete with heaven and earth.

Seventy feet away, the pavilion was brightly lit, reflecting the place as if it were daylight, and a group of guards in golden armor hung their swords from their waists, and patrolled back and forth with spears in their hands.

No one found the figure in front of the dragon statue.

This person is Mo Han, who has been in the imperial capital for two days.

At this moment, standing in front of the statue, he was full of emotions.

More than 200 years ago, he was playing happily under this statue.

It's just that now, everything is like a cloud of smoke, and all kinds of things that used to be have gradually disappeared in his heart, replaced by cultivating the Tao and cultivating immortals, and becoming a positive result.

After imprinting everything around him in his mind, he turned into a faint shadow and disappeared into the city under the lamplight.

Qinglong City is close to Chaolong Street outside the city.

The ballad in the mouth of the children in the capital: Chaolong Street in Mantian City is not a butcher but also a wait; Qinglong City is like a rock, and Chaolong Street is like flowing water.

Over the past two thousand years, the Blue Dragon Empire has gradually developed and expanded from the beginning of the wild land, and now its territory is twenty times that of the original.

The army is vigorous, and the people are happy.

But since the death of the first emperor, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and reused the people of the original East Palace.

Now the first emperor right Zai Sima Sheng has returned to his hometown in old age, and the new right Zai Yu has also sprung up to control the government.

Looting people's wealth all day long, flattering the new monarch, and the country's strength is declining.

The surrounding enemy countries are eyeing each other and are ready to move, but the emperor does not care, and stays in the harem all day long, looking for pleasure, and ignoring the government.

Therefore, the virtuous and hidden, the villain is in charge, the government is in chaos, and the people suffer deeply.

Along the way, Mo Han saw the people displaced and miserable, and his heart was full of anger.

To the imperial capital, pay homage to the statue of Longteng, and reminisce about the joy of the past.

The wide Chaolong Street, with bright lights, closed doors and high walls, is majestic.

Although there are officials from the five yamen patrolling back and forth in the street, there are still beggars sneaking in on the street, hoping to pick up the scraps discarded by the public waiting house.

"Let's go, let's go!" An official in gorgeous costumes kicked a beggar with his foot, holding a blade in his hand, and said viciously: "Get out of Chaolong Street, otherwise, Lao Tzu will invite you to Dali Temple to eat a whip!"

The beggar trembled, hugged the official's leg and begged bitterly: "Official, the villain has fled all the way here, beg the lord to be merciful! The old man on this street can give him food casually, and the little one can survive for a long time!"

Before the official could speak, a few beggars came next to him, and the official who nodded and said, "Official, I'm sorry, the people below are blind! Let this goods get mixed into the street! Leave it to us, you don't have to bother!"

After that, he secretly stuffed a few coins of silver into the official.

The official took a look at it lightly and said, "Take a good look at this place, don't make trouble for grandpa! Otherwise, if you encounter something that Lao Tzu can't afford to eat, I will take a few of you under the knife!"

The beggars nodded again and again, "What the official said is that in the future, we must pay attention and never let this kind of outsider ruin our reputation, don't you say?"

"Over to you!"

The official left with a swagger, and the few beggars left behind looked at the beggar just now viciously, "Drink, you are not small, you can actually blend into our territory." Can't find death?"

A flurry of punches and kicks followed.

The next day, the government found a corpse in a ditch on the outer street, in rags, identified as a beggar, ignored its scars, and closed the case with starvation!

All this was seen by Mo Han.

Although he has been away from the imperial capital for more than 200 years and has ignored the mortal world for a long time, the tragedy that happened in front of him still makes him angry.

And the culprit is the new appearance that covers the sky with one hand.

On this night, the right minister Yu is also in the house, the guests are noisy, and the sound of silk and bamboo is endless.

Mo Han sat on the roof of the banquet hall and listened to the voices of the people below.

"Prime Minister Yu, now the DPRK and China respect you. But if there is anything, you can tell you to do the work of dogs and horses!"

"Hey, you can't talk nonsense outside. If we are courtiers, we will respect Your Majesty!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Respect Your Majesty! But tonight, Your Majesty is not here, and the subordinates will respect you for your old age!"

"You, you!

A burst of unbridled laughter came, and Mo Han only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and a wave of anger rushed straight out of the clouds, eager to kill this group of people who deceived the emperor and destroyed them!

Turning his mind, "I am a cultivator, a cultivator, and this matter has nothing to do with me!"

I silently recited the "Meditation Mantra" seven or eight times in my heart, and then I slowly calmed down!

You still have to do it according to the plan, and don't make more troubles!

He lifted a tile from the roof and looked down.

A middle-aged man about forty years old sat upright, wearing a python robe and jade belt, and his facial features were upright.

The next ten tables of banquets were full of civil and military affairs.

One by one, they are holding wine glasses, celebrating the birthday of middle-aged people!

This middle-aged man must be undoubted!

Acting is a full set, and you can't show your feet!

Mo Han spit twice on his hand, drew two thick tear stains on his face, and poked his eyes twice with his fingers, and said secretly: These should be almost.

The luck dantian made a jack fall and fell from the roof in the lobby!