"Speak of the Tao with a sword?"

Liu Baiyi listened to the business opinions of several people, and sighed in his heart that the trajectory of history had returned to its original position.

"Teacher, teacher?"

was stunned for a moment, when he heard Fusu start calling himself again.

“......”

Liu Baiyi's hand, which was about to be raised, couldn't help but shake, and the wine in the wine bottle in his hand almost spilled.

"Next time, I will ask the teacher to let me know in advance when I go out for a walk, and don't say goodbye again. ”

Fusu looked at Liu Baiyi, who was sitting alone on the wine table not far away, and said softly.

To this day, Liu Baiyi can finally understand the meaning of the word chatterbox, and endure the flies in his ears, he directly tore off a chicken leg with his left hand and bit it fiercely.

It's just that in the living room, Li Sifusu gathered people to sit next to each other, only Liu Baiyi was a little out of the group, far away, they talked about theirs, and Liu Baiyi drank his own.

"Just look at what kind of way you are?"

Liu Baiyi thought distractedly while pouring wine.

Not long after, I saw Zhang Han walk in outside.

"The last general investigated that when he assassinated Childe that night, he found traces of the appearance of quicksand and white phoenix. ”

As soon as he entered the door, he said directly.

"I heard that quicksand has been united with the Mo family?"

Li Si's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and then his eyes looked in the direction of Liu Baiyi, but when he saw the figure that was not like sitting and lying down, his temples suddenly bulged slightly.

Liu Baiyi seemed to notice Li Si's gaze, his gaze met it, and then, grinning, there were still some strands of flesh between his teeth.

Blankly, Li Si slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Yes, moreover, when Korea was not destroyed, Zhang Liang had made friends with the people of the quicksand, and the general guessed that the little sage village might also be a little suspected of colluding with the Mo family. ”

Zhang Han replied.

Liu Baiyi looked at this person with some curiosity, it seemed that Zhao Gao would die in his hands in the future, a congenital master, I am afraid that he and Wei Zhuang have the strength to fight, and his face is very calm.

"Tut-tut. ”

Then he spoke to himself, in a very contemptuous tone, and then applauded.

Li Si's face that had been trying his best to endure instantly sank.

"The demeanor is frivolous and presumptuous. ”

The wine bottle in his hand was slammed, and there was an instant bang, and the wine inside had spilled on the table.

I just think General Zhang Han said it very well, and I can't help but be overjoyed. ”

Liu Baiyi raised his eyebrows.

"Then tell me, where is the good?"

Li Si's face stiffened, and his eyes looked at Liu Baiyi's attitude of treating him as nothing, and he only wanted to breathe fire.

"According to General Zhang Han, Zhang Liang was suspected of being friends with the quicksand people, so I seem to know, who created the quicksand back then, oh, by the way, it was Han Fei. ”

"Xiangguo should be familiar with this name, if you want to think about it according to this logic, Xiangguo-sama, you are suspected of rebellion. ”

As Liu Baiyi's absurd words fell, in the hall, the needle fell immediately, and only Li Si's coarse wheezing sound remained.

The wine bottle that was originally held in his hand was slowly deformed by him, the bronze wine bottle, many people in the world can pinch it, but Li Si is different, he is just a scholar, he doesn't know martial arts, you can imagine how angry he is in his heart.

He couldn't remember how many years no one had dared to mention the name in front of him.

"His heart can be punished. ”

Li Si was almost word-for-word, squeezing the words out of his teeth.

"Xiangguo don't be impatient, your heart for the empire, Fusu understands, the teacher is just a joke. ”

Fusu hurriedly persuaded him.

"If it's okay, I'll go out for a walk. ”

Liu Baiyi stretched his waist and got up slowly, carrying the wine on the table and walked out step by step.

"Ah, I'm angry. ”

After a long time, I saw a side hall in the small building, and a low roar sounded, and then I heard the sound of a sonorous sword.

......

Liu Baiyi's expression was already indifferent as usual, but the person who was used to pass the time still had something to do, how could he take it to heart.

What he cares about now is the sudden extra terrifying aura in this Songhai land, although it is not as sharp as Liu Baiyi, but it is also peaceful and vast, and the realm is faintly similar to Liu Baiyi.

"Confucian master? I'm afraid, it's the mysterious Xunzi. ”

Walking and drinking, Liu Baiyi was full of wine, looking at the breath like the sea in the distance, his eyes were different, and then he went over there.

It's just that when the first step fell, his body was already as straight as a sword, and when the second step fell, his face was even more cold as ice.

After taking a sip of the wine in his hand, the man has strode away.

Although Songhai City is near the sea, it also has mountains.

However, today, I saw that on the mountain road, there were three figures, an old man and two teenagers.

The old man is fairy-spirited and handsome, and it is very natural, while the two teenagers are constantly frolicking with each other.

"Chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, Yunbian Gukou Xu Xing, selling salary and wine, laughing wildly and cultivating his feelings......"

Just waiting for the three of them to walk, only to hear the mountain road, suddenly a voice sounded, the two young men were vigilant, but the old man was a little curious, but he heard the content, the three of them subconsciously stopped, but only felt that the voice was as clear as a mountain spring, echoing the mountains and forests.

"Haha, the autumn is high, the moon pillow pine roots, a sense of dawn...... Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there will be no clever calculations, no honor and disgrace, and tranquility will prolong life. Everywhere we meet, the non-immortal is the ......"

Hearing the sound, I saw that at the corner of the mountain road, a white-haired and white-clothed young man slowly ushered in, carrying a long sword, drinking and singing, and walking barefoot.

It's just that what made the faces of the three people change slightly was that although the man's feet were walking in one step, they were always more than half a foot above the ground.