Fu Huanjing had no sleep all night, thinking a lot, thinking about the past and the future.

"The road of life is narrow, the wine glass is wide, worry and worry and retreat!" said the wise master, raising his glass.

"How many dishes, just drink like this?" said the dog-legged guard on the side, holding his sword and disdainfully.

The Wise Master glanced at him, and the Keeper walked away with great interest.

"It's simple to say, it's not you who is going to help Zi Xuanyang wipe his ass, of course you are carefree. Fu Huanjing, the world's end of the world, said unhappily.

"Sesame mung beans are a big disaster, do you need to care so much?" asked the wise master.

"The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the anthill, the master doesn't understand?" Fu Huanjing said with a smile.

"I understand, but I don't want to understand, I'm too tired, just drink chicly. If it were an Outer Heaven Demon who had to kill Zi Xuanyang, I might make a sword, and it would just be a sword. The Wise Master drank.

Yan Rou drank tea in the pavilion as always, like a wangfu stone, waiting for the return of the old man Fu Huanjing.

However, Fu Huanjing won't be able to come back for a while, Zi Xuanyang has caused too much trouble, and he can't deal with it, so he has to pay Huanjing, an old man.

"Sister Rou, there is no tea in the cup, why drink it?" asked the thief Yin Liubei.

"Yin Jianxian, there are no thieves in the world, why thieves?" Yan Rou asked rhetorically.

"There is a way to steal!" Yin Liubei left the road.

Seeing through it or not saying it, it may be his smartest choice to steal Saint Yin Liubei. If you express your chest directly, fill yourself with affection, and come out of the tray, you will be as strange as the women's sword fairy Yanrou.

Everyone in the world knows the sword fairy Yanrou, who loves the world's end ink artist Fu Huanjing. The world also knows that the thief saint leaves no more than the sword fairy Yanrou, but they are all willing to be silent speakers.

Zixun Pavilion, compared with the past, is really much more deserted, with fallen leaves all over the ground, and feelings scattered.

The Guanshan ancestor of the Qionglin Sect saw that Fu Huanjing was eating Yangchun noodles with taste, and it was a trick to "cover the sky with one hand".

"Grandpa Guan Shan, is this necessary? You always sneak up behind and press me directly into the soup bowl, this is sour!" Fu Huanjing said pitifully.

"Isn't it okay?" asked Guan Shan Ancestor.

"How could it not be, my respect for Grandpa Guan Shan, as we all know, is like the surging river, endless. It is like the mountains that are stacked on top of each other, undulating and undulating, and there is no end to be seen. Fu Huanjing responded.

Moon sticks, year knives, and guns for a lifetime.