Xue Liuwan changed his attitude and looked at the young man and winked his eyebrows.

Li Zhiyu has a young heart, and he can't figure out Xue Liuwan's thoughts for a while. But because the man had just made an understatement, he interrupted Zhao Qingrou's charged blow, and the young man was not easy to act rashly. I could only look at the man's turning body and grope for his thoughts and intentions.

Since Xue Liuwan was able to climb to the peak of martial arts in the year he was established, he made a great name on the rivers and lakes of Dachu. Naturally, they are excellent people in their own cultivation habits. Otherwise, he would not have waited for the boy for a long time, but just opened the boy's meridians as a thank you gift for getting acquainted with Zhao Shuli.

But at this time, the senior master who couldn't put down the shelf changed his attitude, and he was a little confused about the man who gave countless affection to Ai Ai in his youth. He has let go of his identity and clearly expressed his appreciation for the young man, but Rao is so, the calm young man still just looks at himself up and down lightly, and he can't find any other thoughts on his calm face. It's like the tall man who makes him angry when he thinks about it, and there is no flavor at all.

Xue Liuwan praised it, still with an expression that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, just patting the young man's shoulder and back, groping for his muscles. It seems to be checking whether the boy has a talent for martial arts.

The little girl looked at the reversal of the situation, touched her smooth chin, although she was curious about Xue Liu's face that changed instantly when she touched the young man's eyebrows with a finger, but she could see that the man with a high-ranking posture changed his attitude, and then he was so close to the young man, and she couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the man's gourd after living in the high hall of Washington for a long time. Among them, the rights and wrongs made the little girl very uncontrollable.

"Hey! Why do you suddenly like this guy so much? Didn't you just say that you Xue Liuwan knew that the fate law couldn't be forced?" The girl unfolded the corners of her delicate eyebrows, bright and secretly happy.

Xue Liuwan knew the ill intentions in the little girl's words, but it was difficult to say the truth, so he had to follow the momentum of the little girl's words, crying and mourning: "It's me Xue who couldn't hold the balance for a certain time and wronged the son." But Xue has always had this temperament, and he can't change it for a while."

The man smiled faintly, and the corners of his furrowed brows suddenly smoothed by two points.

The young man helplessly held his forehead, and the color reversed. He muttered in a low voice: "This senior Xue, his thinking is always a little jumpy. ”

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and the seniors and the young people are at a loss. On the other side, a man with a green bamboo pole on his back and a half-lame donkey squinted his eyes and sprinkled a handful of clear spring on his somewhat vicissitudes of life.

"It is said that the earth is north and the sky is south, and each has its own blessings. Bai came when he heard the news, but he didn't expect it to be such a good result now. Not only is there a strong enemy in front of me, but there are also some jumping clowns behind me, and my sword is rusty in the scabbard. The man held the green bamboo pole with his left hand, and slapped the water wave in front of him with his right hand.

Such a strange picture of the immortal means is a fairy weather scene of the immortal world in the eyes of ordinary people. But for the man behind him who was hiding behind the jungle, he was stunned by the thunderbolt that sounded in the clear sky, and he was stunned and suddenly lost his mind.

"This is the fucking immortal who came to the world and started Kunlun. Yang Fang was stunned, just looking at the upside-down white horse in front of him in mid-air, stunned.

In Yang Fang's cognition, even the king of the mountain, Ye Chuiyang, couldn't use such a terrifying immortal method.

The yang side is immersed in it and cannot extricate itself. It wasn't until the upside-down horse training poured down from above the nine heavens that the man woke up and said, "Uncle...... I ......" The man hesitated, his eyes panicked. The limbs swing out of order. Still not able to get out of the upside-down white horsemanship. The only thing he saw was a scornful smile on the face of the darkened man.

"It seems that my Bai Jing's murderous sword is acceptable. Bai Jing smiled indifferently, and led the donkey that was lying on the edge of the water to graze and came leisurely towards the mountain.

The man's steps were extremely gentle, and he could not leave a single footprint even on the half-yellow grass beneath his feet. Only when the donkey ticks past will there be a leisurely scene of a shallow grass without horses' hooves.

The donkey stepped lightly on all fours, and even the lame donkey on the flat path still did not let go, but followed the man leisurely, taking the opportunity to bite off the withered yellow of his mouth.

"Something that doesn't make a living! Do you look like a spiritual beast like you? I've heard that the grass on this Qingxia Mountain is very precious. Bai Jing stretched out his hand and tapped at the vast sky in front of him, pulled the stubborn donkey's head and went straight to the mountain.

The man who had crouched in the grass stream with Yang Fang before was running all the way, just running along the mountain path. Even if I tripped over the rocks and gravel under my feet a few times. The man still had an expression that was not afraid of pain, and just lowered his head and walked quickly towards the mountain.

On the mountain road, the terrain is naturally much rougher than the flat land. In particular, the thorns along the way are mostly born on the side of the mountain road, leaving a few small holes in the man's long clothes. But the man still didn't stop, just walked briskly with his head down, and waited until the not very tall mountain gate in the distance appeared in the man's eyes, and then he slowed down like a savior, patting his undulating chest and walking towards the mountain gate.

"Damn, Xiao Fang, you have to hold Lao Tzu up. If that big fish runs away, don't blame Lao Tzu for owing you money for wine, then it will be written off, and you won't owe it again. The little gourd stopped slightly, looked at the secluded mountains and forests in the distance for a moment, and then the man who was running wildly came straight to the gate.

In the middle of the mountain gate, the big boss Ye Chuiyang was standing in front of a broken black plaque with a sad face, losing his way back and forth, and feeling a little cornered. If it weren't for Xiao Hulu knowing the cruel methods of the man with a sad face in front of him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought that the big boss would have such a hesitant time.

Ye Chuiyang stared at the broken plaque and didn't speak, just paced around the broken plaque back and forth. It wasn't until the man walked back and forth three or four times that he turned around in hindsight and looked at the little gourd standing outside like a savior.

"Eh, little gourd, do you know the current situation of the big boss!" Ye Chuiyang glanced at the man who was a little stunned, and the corners of his frowning brows immediately eased by half a point. He patted the hem of his drooping garment and watched the man smile brightly.

"There is a way for guests to come from afar. I, Ye Chuiyang, didn't expect to meet a savior when I was down. ”

Qingxia Mountain's big boss Ye Chuiyang, has always been known for its calm and heavy Qingxia Mountain. Since the man fell into the grass, he has experienced countless hardships and hardships. Not only did he escape the centralized encirclement and suppression of the new magistrate Fei Junduo, but he also had a lot of trouble with the grass next door Kou Jiahe, who also fell into the grass. Just some time ago, the two of them fought fiercely in front of many grass coquetts. It's just that the results are not very pretty.

Ye Chuiyang, who can pick up a sledgehammer of more than 200 catties with his bare hands, was actually taught a hard lesson by Jia He's wife with a sledgehammer embroidered with copper flowers, which made Ye Chuiyang, who was strong in martial arts, very unhappy. Especially when dreaming of that delicate beauty, Ye Chuiyang, who is the owner of a village, is even more unhappy.

No, the man heard that the pretty woman likes calligraphy and painting, brush and ink, and robbed countless merchants, so he saw such a satisfactory life-saving plaque. I don't want to study hard every day, just so that the next time I meet, I can say a word to that beauty that Lao Tzu also has poetry and books.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Ye Chuiyang patted the back of the little gourd's shoulders that were constantly undulating due to the rapid escape.

The little gourd was flattered, and for a while he was stunned in place, forgetting the purpose of his trip. He looked at the usually calm big boss with some confusion, but the man with the gourd in his name couldn't understand the mind of Ye Chuiyang's gourd.

Ye Chuiyang didn't care, he just thought that the little gourd heard what he said and was thinking hard about countermeasures.

Bai Jing led the donkey, which had already lame a leg, and walked slowly on the mountain path. The man's expression is pleasant, and his posture is calm.

Ahead, a delicate golden flying sword shuttled along the mountain path, and whenever it passed by the man, the flying sword emitting a faint golden light would emit a faint buzz. It's just that the little sword is too delicate and small, so that when the flying sword shuttles back and forth, only bursts of afterimages flicker back and forth, making people unable to see what is going on.

There is a saying from the rivers and lakes of Lujun that flying swords kill people without blood, and breaking the green mountains with a sword in a hundred steps is the best portrayal of this dark-faced man.

The most surprising thing is that it is close to the north of Lilu County, and there is also a Xue Liuwan who has been cultivated to climb the building in Yunzhong County, and he has always been a little incompatible with this simple and simple white scene.

Bai Jing stretched out his finger and volleyed a little, and the delicate little sword that exuded bursts of pale golden light seemed to have met the right scabbard, and suddenly pierced into the man's wide sleeve and disappeared again.

"Don't worry! This mountain is a good mountain, and this stone is also a good stone. But this person, haha, it's a little hard to say!" Bai Jing held the green bamboo pole in his hand and knocked it the mountain rock next to him, only to see a burst of green smoke rising and pouring straight towards the Nine Heavens Clouds.

The smoke was vast, like a fog and a hail. Suddenly, it melted into the vast clouds in mid-air, and turned into a scene of birds fluttering by.

"What? The man chuckled softly, and a burst of green light emanated from his fingertips and soaked into the green bamboo pole. The turquoise bamboo pole, which exuded a burst of restlessness, calmed down a little, and it took a short time to regain its calmness.

The man couldn't walk more than two steps, then turned his head, looked in the direction of Qi'an County, and muttered, "Brother Xue, Bai doesn't know how many turns you have practiced in the nine curves and eighteen bends?"

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"Little gourd. I heard that you studied at a private school at the foot of the mountain for a few years before you fell into the grass, and you also know a little about poetry and articles. The big boss asks you, what kind of guest came from afar, and what is the reason for leaving me alone. Ye Chuiyang showed a puzzled expression, blinking his eyes and staring at the somewhat overwhelmed man in front of him.

The little gourd was still immersed in the rare grace of the mountain king Ye Chuiyang, and he was a little carried away for a while and couldn't extricate himself. The question of the words of the mountain king Ye Chuiyang is naturally more difficult to answer. It wasn't until Ye Chuiyang's palm, which was like a thousand catties, slapped on the back of his somewhat short shoulder, that the little gourd, who was born with a happy name, came back to his senses, touched his head and smirked.