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Even the more unfathomable the rumored figures, the deeper and more mysterious, and few people have seen them, so that even if they stand in front of ordinary people, they will not necessarily be recognized.

Therefore, although the amorous son is famous, after all, only a small number of people in the rivers and lakes recognized it in that sunset.

The fire burns the prairie and does not need to achieve a monstrous fire at the beginning, a little fire is enough, when there are many fires, the fire in all directions can quickly become a momentum.

At the end of the night, everyone knew that such a person was coming, and they were surprised, and their eyes involuntarily widened a lot, and they looked at that person even more brightly—the big celebrity they knew.

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When the amorous son arrived, Shao Lingzhou and the eyes of the Bamboo Flower Gang revealed a kind of pride.

In the world, it is still very beneficial to be able to have a good contact with the best of this young generation, the future grandmaster mythical figure.

Overnight, the young people of the Bamboo Flower Gang - Gui Xiliang and Shao Lanfang rushed to the small courtyard where Ye Mu was located with the best wine and food after the invitation to set up a banquet was refused.

Respectfully, or respectfully.

Like Ye Mu, he received the treatment of Gaoge, the difference is that Ye Mu only asked for a small courtyard, which is considered a lease, obviously not wanting to be too troublesome, but Hou Xibai accepted everything naturally and elegantly, fully demonstrating the demeanor of celebrities in the rivers and lakes, very free and easy, and very individual.

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Sleeping in the Bamboo Flower Gang, he didn't move for a day, he didn't seem to wake up, and everyone who knew knew that he had woken up.

In the bamboo house of the Bamboo Flower Gang, Ren Shaoming, who is also a person of the Fa Difficulty, frowned together, looking at the Fa Martyr very unpleasantly, because the Fa Gang did not speak, they did not dare to show anything in front of this Buddha.

Wait until it's dark.

Then it was dawn again.

It was already the morning of the third day, listening to the wind outside:

The recent wind and rain building is with some Jianghu people.

Fengyulou is from China, the lords of China are here, and there are two beauties with good backgrounds.

The amorous son Hou Xibai sniffed the smell of beauty and came.

It seems that there is a feeling that the situation here is becoming more and more incomprehensible to them.

"Master, are we going back like this?"

One person asked with some sincerity and fear on his face, and the others waited with antiquity on their faces, waiting for the Fa Martyr to speak.

After a while, Fa Nan was still holding the teapot and adding water to the teacup, as if he was very thirsty, and he couldn't wait to quench his thirst.

However, his action of pouring water was extremely slow, slower than the girl pouring tea in the teahouse, as if the whole scene had been slowed down, and the time was stretched several times by some magical force.

The heat rose out of the cup and spread out in the air above, disappearing, and the tea had a long wait before it had a chance to reach where it was going, a mouth wrapped around two rows of yellow teeth, and from there it went down.

The people of the Iron Riding Club in Zhulou, looking at the Dharma Tribulation Master who had been such a Dharma Tribulation Master since yesterday, their mood had changed from initial surprise to incomprehension and deep doubt.

"What is he going to do?"

"What is Master Dharma waiting for?"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes, falling on the bald head, the thoughts in their hearts revolved around the Dharma protector who drank tea, guessing, guessing, or guessing, and they were very humble on the surface, they all knew that this master would have a bad temper sometimes, and someone would be unlucky at that time.

In the past two days, the Dharma Tribulation Master did have a feeling of kindness, but no one could read that kind eyebrow, so he didn't know when it would disappear and become an angry vajra.

"Wow"

The bell of the Bamboo Flower Gang was rung, and the events of today's day began at this time.

What it was like outside, they had only heard it from other people's mouths, and they knew that it was very lively outside.

When Shao Lingzhou entertained them, many people were entertained with a more thoughtful and warm attitude.

There are also people who are casually cold, and no one even knows who those people are.

They don't feel ashamed and proud, the former has a bigger beginning than them, or even Shao Lingzhou has to confess those people, and the latter doesn't need to pay much attention to it even in their opinion, so it's normal to be ignored.

None of these things are important, but the important thing is that their Dharma Protector does not summarize the past events and does not have any indicative explanations for the future.

They feel directionless.

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It was another sunny day, the sky was the same red sun, the same color of blood, and the color of the little girl's shy face, magnificent and vigorous, so that people would be proud under such a sunshine.

Ye Mu got up at such a moment, got off the ground, and went out, the door was a door that was neither strange nor familiar.

It's like the people you're about to meet, neither strangers nor acquaintances.

Because he has seen it, he doesn't dare to say that it is unfamiliar, and because the time is too short, he doesn't dare to say that he knows it.

Bamboo leaves are as sharp as a sword, like a knife, like the sharpest things in the world, cutting the sky, cutting the eyelids in sleep, cutting the fish, insects, birds and beasts on the forest and the ground, and the world is alive again.

Where Xu Ziling stood yesterday, there is a pergola, a table, a stool, and a man with sharp eyes like bamboo leaves.

For some reason, the people below have decreased a lot of enthusiasm for something, and they are a little absent-minded when they are doing something.

After yesterday's day, Xu Ziling knew the level of most of those Jianghu people who had no sect and no faction, most of them were miserable, a little capable, and the shelves were very high.

To be honest, these two kinds of people, Xu Ziling does not appreciate them, and continues to select people who can be called talents from them, and the time will not be short, so I plan to sit for a long time today and wait patiently.

Hou Xibai did not appear, he had to be busy painting, hiding in a quiet room, dealing with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and it was estimated that it would take a long time before he could come out.

It seems like it's a bland day.

As a news spread in the crowd, everyone knew that today was not dull, and it may be more interesting than yesterday, under the sun, the Jianghu people with sticks and swords in their arms suddenly brightened their eyes.

People who like to fight generally like to watch others fight, the same logic, they compete in martial arts, and naturally they also like to watch others make moves, and they can make a few words of discussion from time to time, which is too wonderful for them.

But today's one is probably the highest level of competition so far, and obviously they don't have much opportunity to say anything about it.

I'm still looking forward to it.

"In the next game, Miss Song Valve will play against the little princess of Dongying. ”

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