Inside and outside the restaurant, when a figure broke through the sky, everyone fell into the ice cellar.

Lord of Los Angeles, Luo Wuji!

One of the top 100 masters in Kyushu in the world who has been famous for a long time!

Although it is at the bottom of the ranking, no one underestimates it. There are millions of cultivators in the world, and those who can rank in the top 100 are not idle?

Luo Wuji was wearing a black robe embroidered with a dragon, a pair of white steps on his feet, holding a green sword, and a landscape ink paper fan hanging from his waist.

"Is that you, killing Wu'er?" Luo Wuji looked at Luo Buyi and asked softly.

Although Luo Buyi panicked in his heart, he still dared to be angry and dared to speak, "It's just self-preservation." But after saying this, I really didn't have the courage anymore.

Luo Wuji glanced at the corpse of his second son and the one surnamed Zhang in Luocheng, and was secretly surprised.

That worshipper is also a six-rank master, although he has just entered the six-rank and his foundation is unstable, but even he can barely break it with a sword!

Luo Wuji glanced at Luo Buyi and smiled contemptuously, it is impossible with this person. Then he looked at Chu Chou behind Luo Buyi, his eyes were flat, it should be this person.

"Do you know who you killed?!" Luo Wuji slowly walked into the restaurant, looking at his demeanor with great confidence, this is the basic mentality of the top 100 masters.

"Do you know why he died?" Chu Chou asked rhetorically.

"Tell me about it?" Luo Wuji touched the fan on his waist when he heard this, and his tone was indifferent.

"You, as his father, ought to know. God knows, the earth knows, the son knows, I know, everyone knows, why pretend to be confused?"

"Whatever the reason, my heir, I can only call the shots. Looking at the entire Los Angeles City, everyone, I can only decide their life and death!" Luo Wuji looked at Chu Chou with a squint, and the green sword pointed around.

"Former ...... Former...... Generation...... As...... Why don't we take a step back and admit our mistakes, and then ...... Then hurry up and run, right? The person on the other side is Luo Wuji, the city lord of Los Angeles...... "Luo Buyi's legs have been trembling from beginning to end since Luo Wuji entered the restaurant, this is the first time Luo Buyi has seen such a big person!

"Hahaha! Ants are ants after all! Nature is hard to change!" Luo Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing and mocking, what kind of character he is, even if Luo Buyi's voice is not loud, but he still hears it word for word.

"Don't be afraid, my master is in charge of you, I'm so scared!" Zhao Zhishui sat at the wine table next to him, eating side dishes, and after hearing Luo Buyi's words, he hated him and comforted him indisputably.

Chu Chou glanced at Luo Buyi, and there was no disappointment in his eyes. He knows not to be angry that others can't be who they want them to be, because many people struggle to be who they want to be.

Life is an excuse for the weak, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Strong is the self-humility of the strong, and there is nothing wrong with it.

So what went wrong?

That young city lord wanted to kill Luo Buyi, but he was wrong. In order to protect himself, Luo Buyi killed the young city lord and the surname Zhang of Luocheng, there was nothing wrong with it. Then Luo Wuji wants to avenge his heirs, it is not easy to kill Luo, no matter the reason, is it still not wrong?

If Chu Chou hadn't been here today, Luo Buyi would have been hardened and dead, and if he was weak, he might still be alive, but his spirit was completely extinguished, and life was like a piece of meat, and life was better than death.

If you don't encounter it, you can't do it, so you can only give up. If you encounter it, you have to deal with it! If you can't reason with your mouth, you can use the sword in your hand to talk about it! If you still can't make sense......

Chu Chou smiled indifferently, the sword in his hand, when will it not make sense to reason?

"If you leave today, I won't pursue it, but take a step back and open the sky. If you insist on asking me for a sword today, then I have no choice but to meet friends with a sword!" Chu Chou took a step and stood in front of Luo Buyi.

Luo Buyi looked at Chu Chou's thin but firm back, and suddenly felt that my generation of swordsmen should be like this! I had lived so much for decades before, and I was not as good as the demeanor of my two swords just now!

The people in the restaurant did not dare to leave because they were afraid that the city lord of Los Angeles would investigate it afterwards, and the three-story restaurant was crowded on the first floor at this time, waiting for the city lord of Los Angeles. Everyone saw Chu Chou speaking wildly, but they didn't say anything to help the city lord of Los Angeles and scold that person for not knowing the height of the sky.

Because I have walked the rivers and lakes a lot, I know that there are still many worldly masters on the rivers and lakes who do not like to live in seclusion in the wilderness so much, and there are still many masters who are hidden in the city! Everyone was afraid that Chu Chou was a certain secluded outsider, so they kept silent and watched quietly.

At this time, the big offering in Luocheng, the old worship of the seven-grade cultivation, also rushed to the restaurant, and with it, there were also the dogs of the rivers and lakes raised by Luofu and the officials of Luocheng. These officials definitely can't help much, but they are just here to maintain order, and those Luofu dogs are distributed near the restaurant to watch and see.

The old worshipper in Luocheng, who entered the restaurant, had a clear face, a clean Taoist robe, a Taoist temple on his head, a white whisk in his hand, and cloud-colored Taoist boots on his feet, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"Murong Offering!" Luo Wuji nodded in acknowledgement.

"Lord of Los Angeles. Murong Zhongyan nodded lightly, and then stood side by side with Luo Wuji.

"Senior...... I heard that this Los Angeles Great Worship is a Taoist priest of the East Pole Dao Palace, who traveled all over the world, but for some reason, he stayed in this Los Angeles ......" Luo Buyi whispered to Chu Chou.

"It doesn't matter. ”

"I don't know why this real Taoist on the mountain is involved in this worldly dispute?

What this Taoist friend said was extremely true. It's just that being born naturally requires you to enter the world first, and you can only be born if you look at the various conditions in this world. ”

"The real person is already a hundred years old, haven't you seen all the red dust?"

"I've seen it all, but I haven't seen it all through, and I'm trapped by love. ”

Many years ago, a fatherless and motherless herded child at the foot of the mountain and rescued a light swallow with a broken wing.

Years later. Qingyan cultivated successfully, turned into a human form, found a child who was already a teenager, and secretly silently repaid the favor. Saved the boy several times.

The young man had also seen the light swallow that turned into a girl many times, but he didn't recognize it, and the light swallow thought that they were inseparable, although he liked the boy, he didn't show it, but he just paid attention to it silently. The boy wasn't very open-minded, so he didn't know about it.

Later, the young man was favored by a middle-aged Taoist priest who traveled all over the world, and was accepted as a disciple, and since then he has left the remote village, the green mountains and green waters, and the one who likes him.

Later, the boy was no longer young, and he had read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, and was constantly looking for something. It wasn't until the person was old that he remembered the girl, remembered the light swallow he saved, and understood the meaning of the autumn waves in the girl's eyes many years ago.

People always remember that they were young, and they woke up late in a dream.

And this Taoist real person who changed his name to Murong Zhongyan once deduced that the opportunity for him to see through this matter was in this city, so he stayed in this city, hoping to find the person in this city.

This stay is nearly 30 years. In the past thirty years, he has cultivated every day, but his Dao has not taken a step forward in the slightest.

This young Taoist priest who was once known as "one person can carry the entire Taoist Palace on his shoulders" and "can stand side by side with Dao Ancestor", this young Taoist priest who once heard about Kyushu all over the world, is now old and has begun to lose his hair and teeth.

"Why don't you put it down?" Chu Chou slapped Luo Wuji, who wanted to sneak attack him with a fan on his waist, and then spoke softly.

"It's easy to take it, but you can't put it down if you can afford it......," Murong Zhongyan shook his head firmly, "The beginning of love is a look, and in the end, it is an endless sky." If you have to abandon this matter, what will you do in this life?"

"I can't put it down...... I can't let go of ......," Murong Zhongyan smiled and shook his head.

"How many can you look at each other at a hundred years old? I won't forget, I will never forget. Even if you don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Dao, self-ruthless but affectionate. ”

"When love is deep, let go of lovesickness and pick up affection. So, it's just a matter of putting it down and picking it up!" Chu Chou said in the end, his tone was excited.

"Pick it up...... Put it down...... Pick up the ...... again" The old Taoist priest looked at his old hands and muttered to himself, the whisk from the Dongji Dao Palace had already fallen to the ground and was stained with dust.

In the end, the old Taoist priest couldn't cry silently, which made everyone in the restaurant confused, what happened today? I came out to hear others crying? And this time I cried was a great worship in Los Angeles!

"I ...... Understood!" The old Taoist priest finally picked up the dust and made a deep gesture towards Chu Chou, who accepted it calmly. At this time, there is no dust on the whisk.

And the next scene will make everyone in the restaurant unforgettable, and this picture will then be known in the entire Eastern Regions and the entire Kyushu world.

The face of the old Taoist priest is constantly younger, originally more than 100 years old, at this time it has become the age of the sixtieth year, and then it has changed to the appearance of the year of not being confused, and finally it has become a Taoist priest who looks like a young man!

"Congratulations to Daoyou, break through to the realm of the Nine Grades!" Chu Chou congratulated with his fists.

Nine...... Jiupin ......?

Everyone in the restaurant didn't react for a while, because this word was a bit strange.

Murong Zhongyan returned the salute, and then said, "Fellow Daoist, Poor Dao owes you a favor, and he will pay it back in the future! Poor Dao wants to go to the village where he was back then, and then go back to the Dao Palace!"

"Farewell!" Chu Chou nodded.

Murong Zhongyan went directly against the wind, and most of the people in Los Angeles were dizzy and excited when they saw this scene.

And Luo Wuji, under Chu Chou's random blow, was seriously injured, fled in a hurry, and disappeared. In the restaurant, everyone hurriedly left in awe and panic, leaving this hidden master who could worship and call 'Daoyou' in Los Angeles in the Jiupin Realm.

In the air, Murong Zhongyan saw a light swallow flying towards him and landing on his shoulder.

The young man grinned, his eyes were clear, revealing his white and clean teeth, just like back then, "Xiao Yan'er, don't be afraid, I'll help you, and soon you will be able to return to heaven!"