Two people who don't want to make a big deal collide together, one is a madman and the other is a Taoist priest.

Honorable madman, and honorable Taoist priest.

The Gonggong clan is very valuable, although it is not more valuable than him, the head of the three Qings, but it is not worse than him.

A madman is not worth much, he is worthless, not even an ant.

Even if it's the Gonggong clan, if he's crazy, he becomes worthless, and even the ants are worth more than him.

Just because ...... , the ants are more desperate than him.

A life that spares one's life is valuable, a madman does not spare his life, and a madman's life is picked up, and it can also be thrown away.

Xuan Ming is a madman, and he has a reason to be a madman.

Because his heart is broken, it hurts very badly, and it hurts, so it is not surprising that he became a madman, a person who is affectionate and affectionate, will also be born for love, crazy for love, crazy for love.

The crazy is upright, the crazy is upright, the crazy has no trace of concealment, the heart of the madman is dead, and now the Xuan Ming looks dead.

With the power of death, he slowly walked towards the Taiqing God, and forced to the head of the three Qings, to bring a person, so that they would not be lonely on the Huangquan Road, although they may be scattered, and they are not even qualified to walk on the Huangquan Road, but the mind of the madman, no one can guess.

Taiqing's face became serious, his brows furrowed, he was looking, he was waiting, he was seeing a flaw, he was waiting for a flaw.

A flaw that proves that Xuan Ming is not a madman, a madman can also pretend, Taiqing also has reason to believe that Xuan Ming is pretending to be crazy, although his heart is dead, but his responsibility is still on his back, the responsibility of the Gonggong clan, the responsibility of the human race.

He wanted to bet, but he didn't dare to bet, Xuan Ming was crazy so naturally, crazy was so just right, he was a congenital god, he had lived countless years, experienced all the red dust, and seen all kinds of life, and his strong experience also gave him reason to believe that Xuan Ming was pretending, pretending to be crazy and stupid.

Xuan Ming has two choices, he also has two choices, the choice is difficult, Xuan Ming's choice is difficult, his choice, the situation changed instantly, and in a blink of an eye, the one facing the choice actually became him, Taiqing, he wanted to gamble.

Gambling on the common sense of the world, or betting on your own experience and insight.

Taiqing is the innate god, is the incarnation of the innate Taiqing Qi, is the head of the three Qings of the Daomen, and is the Taiqing Dachi God, no matter which name is the name of Zhenyu, no matter which name is awe-inspiring, no matter which name, he is the undisputed strong, the strong who looks down on the heavens, the strong are confident.

Self-confidence is the foundation of a strong person, Taiqing is also very confident, and he believes in his own vision, only he is right, Xuan Ming must be pretending to be crazy, he is convinced.

But he didn't dare to bet, if he lost, he would be gone, there would be nothing, I am afraid that there would not even be a trace of dust left, if it is gone, it will be nothing, it will turn into nothingness, all the fame and fortune will be turned into nothingness, all of it, identity, status, power, power will be reduced to nothing, that dead silence, that breath of death is already driving him, taking him to death.

Walking very slowly, but very heavy, every step is extremely heavy, the whole earth is making a banging sound, and it also sounded in Taiqing's heart, stepping into his heart step by step, accumulating more and more, accumulating more and more, accumulating more and more, the power of Xuanming is accumulating step by step, step by step, and Taiqing's heart is sinking more and more.

Like a cry of life, cursing him and calling him, it is the horn of death, blowing at him and leading him forward.

Everything is going on in his heart, he shouldn't be so powerless, his spirit is ethereal, but he must be more powerful than Xuan Ming, powerful enough to be crushed, but he was forced to break his heart step by step.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the imminent death, Taiqing is also afraid, he feels that it is not worth it, the madman is not worth anything, the ants are not worth much, these hundreds of millions of miles of creatures plus a crazy Gonggong clan are not worth anything at all, not even a single hair of his feet.

So he is not worth it, there is only one life, if you lose it, it will be gone, normal people are afraid of death, no matter how strong people are, only madmen are not afraid of death, and it is not worth fighting with madmen.

comforting himself one after another, with this comfort, the strong Dao heart is getting lower and lower, and the more difficult it is to resist, he is hopeful, he is not crazy, he is the most valuable.

Xuan Ming is getting closer and closer, ten zhang, five zhang, the time for him to think is getting closer and closer, he can't find a flaw, the walking dead, there is no trace of anger, everything is so reasonable, and there is no time for him to find out the flaw of Xuan Ming, there is no time for him to prove that Xuan Ming is pretending to be crazy, maybe he is really crazy, Xuan Ming is crazy, this idea gradually occupies Taiqing's mind, he can only think like this.

There is really no time, Xuan Ming is getting closer and closer, Taiqing finds that he has no chance to escape, Xuan Ming is ready to go, Taiqing is also afraid, afraid that it will drag on, even if he wants to compromise, it will be too late, he will not be able to accept Xuan Ming in the end, it will be too wrong.

Taiqing is a strong man, the strong man is not afraid of death, but what he is not afraid of is the death of others, under the shadow of death, he also wants to compromise, he is the most valuable, in the face of death, what cheek, what dignity becomes worthless.

The crazy Gonggong clan is just a piece of dilapidated rubble, and he is a precious jade, even if he dies, he will die vigorously, die a valuable death, and die a worthy death, but he will not die with a madman.

It would be unwise to die with a madman, and as a wise man he would die with the nobler jade, so he compromised and his heart retreated.

Secretly comforting his heart, he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of dying worthlessly, desperately working with worthless madmen, it also seems that he is worthless, he is Taiqing, the most noble, the most valuable incarnation of Taiqing Zhiqi, he can't become worthless.

Watching Taiqing gently stretch his hand to the gourd on his waist, the prodigal son Yu let out a dark sigh, let go of his tense heart, and smiled more naturally.

Xuan Ming also stopped moving forward, but there was still only a Taiqing figure in his pupils, looking at Taiqing blankly.

It also made Taiqing even more nervous, held the gourd tightly, gently untied it, took it to his side, and resolutely stretched out his hand, and also stretched out the purple gold red gourd to Xuanming.

The frowning brow soothed, and a smile floated on the baby's immature cheeks, and he smiled indifferently:

"Give it to you, I found that you are more worthy of deep friendship than the prodigal son, let's make friends, this is a meeting gift, a worthless favor. ”

Maybe I figured it out, my mood became comfortable, and my smile was so natural, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, he is a gentleman, a gentleman who does not want to become a big thing, but he also has a strong heart, a strong heart.

The road to the peak is full of thorns, and it must be full of compromises, so it is not shameful to compromise, Lechuan hid back in the underworld, and this favor has become worthless, Taiqing is not distressed, at least his face is full of sincerity.

Xuan Ming still didn't respond, and he didn't reach out to pick it up, he was already standing in front of Taiqing, the two were only a little more than a meter apart, and he could reach out and catch the gourd, a gourd filled with the water of the Lechuan River.

Taiqing had a peaceful smile on his face, but his heart was tight, and he looked at Xuan Ming's reaction kindly, staring at it tightly in his heart, and wanted Xuan Ming to reach out and pick it up.

"There is no merit and no luck, Xuan Ming has always been the most principled, and friends make hearts, all external things can only be defiled, your pure gentleman's friendship. A helpful voice rang out.

The most enthusiastic person here is the prodigal son, and he can only intervene, his tone is brisk, full of the taste of spring, and the smile on his face is also very natural.

Xuan Ming's popularity today is very good, and the prodigal Ziyu, who has always had many friends, was ignored again today, Taiqing didn't look at him, his hand was still stretched forward, and he was holding a purple gold red gourd in his hand, which was more sincere and kind.

Today is destined to meet the cold ass with a hot face, the prodigal son feather has encountered it, Taiqing is not exempt from vulgarity, Xuan Ming still ignores his sincerity, he hasn't even moved a finger, he can't float a single bun, and the whole person is quiet, quiet like a painting.

A dead and dreary painting, a lifeless clumsy work.

It's stuck, the scene has become stale, Xuan Ming has no intention of reaching out to take it, Taiqing doesn't have the idea of taking it back, the prodigal son is still smiling, looking at the two silently, as if he has seen a great friendship, Chi You still has no sense of existence, and is ignored by everyone, even himself.

The first one who couldn't hold on was Taiqing, who was a little cold by those unattractive eyes, and the cold air was constricting, but Taiqing also wanted to tremble a little and was about to show his timidity.

"There is no point in standing like this, you should keep it, otherwise I am afraid that if my hand slips, it will fall to the ground and shatter, and then you will lose all your efforts. ”

is still as sincere as ever, but also a little hard, with some persecution, although his heart is shaking, I am afraid that he will lose another game, because Xuan Ming still ignores him, and he is afraid of losing his confidence.

The prodigal son Yu said with a smile: "The water of the Lechuan River is also the water of injustice, the human race has no way to think about it, it is impossible to hide it like this forever, guard, worry all day long, the Daomen has a degree of supernatural powers, but it can be more than the resentful soul, the evil soul, and the water of the Lechuan River also has restraint, coupled with the fire of the Taoist ancestor Hongmeng, and the help of Qiankun, it can easily dissolve the injustice on it and subdue one side."

Daomen has always been compassionate and compassionate, and he will definitely not refuse. ”

The prodigal son Yu gave a plan very considerately, but it made Taiqing want to immerse him in the big red sky, the sea of samadhi true fire, and be burned by the samadhi true fire day and night to relieve his hatred.

But his face could only be so harmonious, his smile was so natural, he silently withdrew his hand, and the purple gold red gourd was also withdrawn, gently pinned to his waist.

"Hehe, since this is the case, Lao Dao will waste more hands and feet, this water is also a rare thing, although it is filthy, but it also has some wonderful uses, so I have to take it back with a cheeky face. ”

The gourd had stopped steadily at his waist, and Xuan Ming also turned around and walked back, still expressionless, pacing away from Taiqing silently, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He is pretending, and the responsibility makes him not crazy, knowing that he can't hide it from Taiqing, but he knows that Taiqing will not dare to gamble, as long as he keeps it, he will win.

If you don't show your flaws, Taiqing can only lose anyway, Xuan Ming will definitely win, it seems that there are two choices, but in fact, there is no choice, because Xuan Ming can also become crazy at any time, and when it comes to the juncture, as long as the situation is unfavorable, he will really become a madman.

Xuan Ming has the determination to break the net, but Taiqing does not, so winning or losing is already doomed.

Taiqing didn't admit defeat either, and he still wanted to sort out the flaws at the last moment, so he handed the purple gold red gourd to Xuan Ming.

Fortunately, Xuan Ming didn't pick it up, as long as there was a slight change, he would abandon his previous efforts, and everything returned to the original point.

Taiqing stretched out the gourd, and also retracted it and pinned it to his waist again, admitting defeat.

He still didn't dare to gamble, he couldn't afford to win, winning was worse than losing, and it was his life.

can't see the truth and the truth, as long as Xuan Ming has a one-in-10,000 chance of becoming crazy, he will definitely lose.

The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned ones are afraid of dying.

Taiqing is neither horizontal nor stunned, so he is even more afraid of dying.