The white-clothed Xiaoke said, Cui Ziyang took a sip of tea, he was tasting it carefully, as if he wanted to taste the taste of his hometown, but Lingnan Baizhou, the eastern capital Luoyang, Boling Anping, where is the hometown?

Home, it's really not where your house is! It's your relatives who are there! Ziyang habitually looks at the starry sky with a cup of tea, all because he has no relatives for a long time!

The white-clothed Xiao Ke said: "Just now I saw your eyes and the actions of this little brother, it should be related to what I just said!"

Ziyang sighed lightly: "Theoretically, I should be friend or foe before I come up the mountain, not that the shemale must be hostile, just for this senior who was nailed to the wall for you!"

However, when you came up to the mountain, you entertained us like this, and told us a story! Regardless of whether it is true or not, the words Baizhou and Cui Yuan prove that you have dealt with him.

I'll tell you the truth today, Cui Yuangong is the ancestor of Xiaodao, and his humble name is Cui Ziyang!"

When the white-clothed flute guest heard this, he was surprised, and he actually threw the cup into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it into his stomach. Then he got up and left his seat, knelt down in his clothes, bowed and bowed, and said: "Today I have to see the descendants of Engong, such as seeing Engong." Please accept this!"

Seeing this, Cui Ziyang's figure flashed to the side and said, "I'm not your father-in-law, I can't stand this worship!"

"My ancestors returned from Lingnan to the north at the behest of the Tang Dynasty, but due to Zhu Liang's design, the White Horse Station in Huazhou, which is not far from here, has already been mourned! The corpse sank in the Yellow River, and I don't know where to find it!" Ziyang wiped his tears from the sleeves of his robe.

"Dare to ask who Zhu Liang is, I will fight so hard to ignore the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and be punished by heaven, and I will also avenge the Grace Gonggong!" said the white-clothed flute guest through gritted teeth. Everyone felt that the unfinished leaves in the mountains had all fallen to the ground and danced wildly in the wind!

Drunk Chengfeng and Li Mengyou were shocked, Ziyang sighed: "Why don't I want revenge, it's just that before I went down the mountain, that Zhu Liang was unrighteous and had already killed himself in the long river of history!"

The white-clothed flute guest repented bitterly and said: "Engong died, and I did my fault! I have been cultivating for thousands of years, but I have not been able to save him! There is no good or evil in the world, what about the dragon? What about Jiao? Yo ......"

A dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the starry sky, which was originally as bright as the moon, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the wind was chilling!

Everyone felt that although the white-clothed Xiaoke was a demon, he was also upright, and he shouldn't have to fight! Unexpectedly, Cui Ziyang's words inspired its demonic nature! But this demonic nature made everyone admire, it turned from grace to hatred, and what he hated was this heavenly way that had no good fruits!

Ziyang didn't speak, but Li Mengyou said: "I said that it's okay for us to eliminate the fire?"

The white-clothed flute guest looked at the sky, and Cui Ziyang also looked at the queen and shook his head! Then the man in white put the jade flute to his lips, encouraged the jade flute, and slowly played a song "Empty Mountain Remembers the Old Man"! This song is said to have been composed by Cai Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The melody is euphemistic and lingering, intended to miss the old man.

Although the song begins to be fresh and elegant, it makes people feel nostalgic for their old friends in the tranquility of the empty mountains and valleys.

However, the back part is slow and calm rhythm, and the continuous flute sound expresses the deep meaning of missing the old man, which is deeply moving.

At the end of the song, the style of the white-clothed flute changed, although it was still this song, but it was full of murderous meaning, and everyone listened to it reluctantly, and their hearts sank!

The three songs are circulating, and everyone only feels that the way of heaven is unfair, and the fallen leaves around them dance wildly, as if they want to turn the world upside down or even overturn it!

Li Honglian was the first to faint, Bai Wanfang and Zhu Pingyu only felt their hearts agitated, and they blocked their ears and struggled to support!

Drunk and sitting on the ground, the tea is too drunk, the soil is too big, and there is no way to sing the masterpiece "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" that Master Sanzang took from the Western Sutra.

Li Mengyou couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to release five flying swords, and then clicked on his own sleeping hole and fell asleep!

It is said that the sleepwalking flying sword is unintentional, but all of them are inserted into the body of the white-clothed Xiaoke. However, the man in white was obsessed with the sound of the flute to resist the world, but he didn't realize it!

The reason why Cui Ziyang has lasted for a long time is because of empathy, after all, this song by the white-clothed Xiaoke is played for his ancestors!

If this continues, the demon will only hate, and it will eventually become a demon. This kind-hearted demon who has practiced for thousands of years will never turn back, it hates the way of heaven, and it will also cause disaster to the world!

Cui Ziyang thought of this, sat cross-legged on the ground, pulled out the Longquan sword, and placed the scabbard across his legs, and the tip of the sword was placed on the scabbard. The left hand strokes the hilt of the sword, and the five fingers of the right hand flick the back of the sword, dividing the palace and the corner emblem, and playing the sword!

The two songs are low back to the man in white, Cui Ziyang's crispness! Both have been turned three times, but they are not up or down, although Cui Ziyang plays the sword with Dao power, but his fingers are still swollen!

When the two were evenly matched, "woo...... Uh......" A lion roared, and a green-haired lion turned out of the mountain forest, but after entering Cui Ziyang, he crouched beside Ziyang, but raised his head and roared at the man in white!

Finally, under the interference of many voices, the white-clothed Xiaoke retreated in anger, and his eyes became clear!

The lion rubbed Ziyang's body, and at first scared Cui Ziyang enough, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, why did he not guard the lion of Longquan get here today?

Cui Ziyang looked at the man in white, then at the green lion, and then at the cloudy sky, and then gave a deep salute to the white man and the green lion: "Today is my fighting method, I hope you can all carry it!"

But seeing Cui Ziyang take out a few pieces of paper, cut his fingers and draw a few talismans, his mind stepped on the sword everywhere in the air, and threw down the talisman in a few places: "Disease." But he drew a long way, sat on the ground and pointed to the sky with his fingers!

But seeing the thunder rolling in the sky, the man in white immediately understood Ziyang's intentions, and now the original body flew in the clouds in the air, and there could be no thunder in the winter in the north, so this is not an opportunity!

The body of the white-clothed Xiaoke was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by the thunder, and fell to the dust! Ran Ziyang did not stop, his fingers moved, and a thunderbolt was slashing at the green lion's body, three times in a row, the green lion opened his mouth, spit out the horizontal bones, fell to the ground, and instantly disappeared into nothing!

"Haha! Thank you, lord!" The green lion's body shook, turning into a man with long hair and a beard kowtowing to Cui Ziyang!

Cui Ziyang even led the thunder of the sky, even if he was high, this was also the power of nature! It drained him in an instant, Longquan returned to his place, Ziyang's eyes scattered and he lay on the ground, and he didn't wake up!

Bai Wanfang and Zhu Pingyu, who were already defeated in the battle of the sword, fell asleep! The only thing who was awake now was drunk and riding the wind, he struggled to get up in front of the white-clothed Jiao, only to see that the place where he was destroyed by the heavenly thunder had begun to slowly recover!

The first part is the tail, which is no longer like a snake, but a dragon's tail, the real legendary dragon's tail!