In a magnificent palace, in terms of scale span, this place is definitely not inferior to any of the Heavenly Realm Dojos in Lingshan or Yaochi, but it is only a thin population, even if people can't help but wonder if there are really people here.

But there are really people here, under the majestic mountain, some people gather in twos and threes to herd horses and sheep, some people squat on the side of the stream on the mountain peak to wash the dirt on their old clothes, and then go up, in the magnificent palace, there is an old man smiling and cleaning up the mess on the chessboard.

The huge palace seems to be the only one who picks up chess.

"You, you! Every time I slaughter the big dragon, I have to dismantle a chessboard, and I have been playing chess with you for so many years, your chess skills have not grown, but my temper is not bad!"

Perhaps the old man was tired of the work of putting the chess pieces back into the chess box one by one, and with a wave of his hand, all of them, including the chessboard, were shattered, and the breeze floated and turned into dust.

"A good chess piece, it has to be called a big dragon, it is plausible, and it is boring and tight!"

A middle-aged man's voice sounded in the palace again, and if he hadn't spoken out, no one would have noticed him in this palace.

The cloak is scattered, and he is not angry and self-assured. With a three-foot aura hanging from his waist, a dragon turtle was stuffed under his body as a cushion by a middle-aged man, and there was a spirit snake swimming under his feet, spitting out letters from time to time.

"If you don't like it, just quit, don't let your luck go and ask me to play chess. And you don't need to say too much, you also know your own family affairs, if you continue to mess around for the sake of the Qing Emperor, your surging luck will be exhausted! Don't think that the old man is too long-winded, just because you are a big person, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to plan for some time for the people of the north!"

The old man took two steps forward and saw that the middle-aged man's face was much better than before the next period, so he was relieved.

"What if this car is gone, I just want to take another look at A-Qing. ”

The middle-aged man sighed faintly.

"Maybe she's still mad at me!"

The middle-aged man looked into the distance, there was a woman in green clothes who took out his sword despite his dissuasion, and he not only had the green shirt and sideburns in his heart that year, but also many faces that he had been familiar with since childhood.

After all, he didn't draw his sword, but watched from a distance, and the woman in the green shirt became more and more brave in the thunder, until she died.

He turned away without tears.

After a lifetime, the middle-aged man thought about it repeatedly, and only felt that he should follow the woman in green shirt to sword at that time, at least he was ashamed and had no regrets.

So the upper and poor Bi fell into the Yellow Spring, and in the reincarnation of the Three Realms and Six Realms, there was always a middle-aged man. What if the feng shui luck of one side is gone? In the eyes of the middle-aged man at this time, after all, he is no match for the green shirt's eyebrows.

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of embarrassment, and from far to near, he saw the sarcastic smile on the face of the old man who picked up chess.

"Even if I have exhausted all my luck, I am still the True Martial Demon Emperor, but you old man Zhang, can you really let go of your son's hatred?"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

The two people in the palace, Ye Xiaodie knew each other. The old man Zhang Buling, the father of Ye Xiaodie's master Zhang Tongxuan, also interceded for Ye Xiaodie in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, although the underworld was nine deaths, but after all, it was the love of the old man and the Buddha, and Ye Xiaodie was not killed on the spot by the Emperor of Heaven.

Another middle-aged man, Ye Xiaodie, is more familiar, although he has not seen the deity, but according to legend, Wudang Mountain is his dojo, and the thirty-six peaks of Wudang are enshrined in his sculptures, and Ye Xiaodi also took the iron sword in his sculpture hand with him a long time ago as a weapon.

Emperor Zhenwu.

"My son, there has been no more news since the Netherworld, but I didn't expect to see you again forever. ”

Zhang Buling was not annoyed at all by Emperor Zhenwu's ridicule, but his calm expression was a little scared.

"I don't have the ability to be a father, I forced him too much in the past, and now I can't avenge him, I don't want to cooperate with the enemy!"

Zhang Buling had helplessness in his tone, and when his cultivation ability reached a certain level, he involuntarily accepted the person in a high position, and then was locked to death by the four words of the overall situation.

But soon, Zhang Buling laughed out loud, and then said to Emperor Zhenwu with great interest.

"Although I feel sorry for my unfilial son, the apprentice trained by that kid really didn't say anything!"

Thinking of the meeting in Yaochi that day, Zhang Buling still likes to give his son's apprentice a thumbs up.

"The flesh is mortal, and it has been on the thirty-third heaven, and it has made Yaochi unrestful, just thinking about it, it will have an endless aftertaste!"

Zhang Buling smashed his mouth, as if he had poured a few catties of good wine. still wanted to show off something to the Zhenwu Emperor, but Zhang Buling and the Zhenwu Emperor froze at the same time, and then looked to the east in unison.

"There's a guest here!"

Looking at the east, Emperor Zhenwu's heart was relieved for no reason, and then a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Ye Xiaodi was kicked out of the clouds by the White Emperor, and when he was about to hit the ground, he finally regained some consciousness, and what happened before was also clearly presented in his mind.

There was a mountain peak in his eyes that was getting bigger and bigger, without any hesitation, Ye Xiaodi protected the civet in his arms, and with the strength of his palm, the ink snow not far away was sucked under Ye Xiaodi.

Rumble!

Accompanied by the landing of dust and smoke, if it weren't for the rough skin and thick fleshy ink snow as a mat, Ye Xiaodie's fall would have been uncomfortable for a while.

"Ye Xiaodie, do you really think I won't dare to turn my face with you?"

Mo Xue roared, and her saliva almost splashed Ye Xiaodi's face.

But before the words fell, Mo Xue herself quieted down.

Scanning the surroundings, there are not many people, men ploughing and women weaving, carrying water and firewood, there is nothing amazing about such a picture, but what if these people are all immortals?

There is still some pain in the body, but Mo Xue doesn't care about the kind of small injuries that are not fatal! Now Mo Xue's calculation is very simple, if he fights alone, he only needs to spend some strength, and he can beat anyone, but if he attacks in groups, these people can definitely beat themselves to death.

Unconsciously moved closer to Ye Xiaodi, at this time, what is the primary and secondary, Mo Xue is still clear.

Mo Xue only stood beside Ye Xiaodi, and soon there was a sound of breaking wind.

Seeing the people coming, the people who had stopped what they were doing continued to be busy, as if Ye Xiaodi and Mo Xue had never appeared.

Mo Xue was very glad that she didn't fight with Ye Xiaodi just now, and at the same time began to question his fate, the old man told himself that when he grew up, there would be no more than a handful of people who could beat him. But when she came to the heavenly realm with Ye Xiaodie, Mo Xue only felt that she could kill herself when she touched it, so she wondered a little, what was the number of hands that the old man said?

"Apprentice Sun Ye Xiaodie, I've seen my master!"

Seeing the person coming, Ye Xiaodi knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed, and Ye Xian was lying on the ground, learning from Ye Xiaodi in a good way, leaving Mo Xuejiu with a confused face.

"Oh, yes, boy, this is not the place to talk, come with me!"

Zhang Buling picked up Ye Xiaod, laughed, and directly pulled Ye Xiaodie away.

After a few breaths, as Zhang Buling came to the palace where Emperor Zhenwu was sitting, Mo Xue and Ye Ci lay directly outside the inner door, and they didn't dare to gasp. Only Ye Xiaodie, looking at the Zhenwu Emperor who he had worshiped day and night, asked on a whim.

"I see how charming Qingshan is, Qingshan sees me, should it be?"