The fat man pulled Pan Dong with one hand, dragged him in front of Song Qiu, hooked his waist and grinned: "Brother Song, you say, how is this kid going to clean up?"

Song Qiu glanced at him, reached out and took the machete from the fat man's hand, turning over both sides of the blade, the silver light shook Pan Dong's heart in horror, and his legs trembled. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's your name?" Song Qiu asked.

"Hai Dafu. The fat man replied with a smile, and the fat on his face, which was originally extremely vicious, was also a little honest at this time.

Song Qiu stared at him and said casually, "Wei Xiaobao's Hai Dafu?"

Hai Dafu didn't dare to be angry at all, but replied seriously: "Hai Dafu is the Hai Dafu, but unfortunately I have never seen Wei Xiaobao." ”

Listening to what he said interestingly, Song Qiu smiled slightly, and gently rubbed the machete in his hand with both hands, just like kneading a lump of dough.

The extremely hard and sharp machete turned out to be like the crisp noodles that Hai Dafu used to knead when he was a child, and it clicked into pieces of broken iron.

The corners of Hai Dafu's eyes jumped a few times, and the sound of swallowing saliva and gasping for cold air did not know whether it came from his mouth or from Pan Dong's mouth, filling the grove and echoing.

Hai Dafu's hooked waist subconsciously bent a little more, and his tone was full of fear and awe, "Brother Song, what should be done with this ignorant villain who dares to offend you?"

Throwing the finely broken piece of iron in his hand on the ground, Song Qiu clapped his palms, glanced at Pan Dong's frightened bloodless face, and said, "Just beat him up and let him know his mistake." ”

Song Qiu is not a good old man who doesn't know right from wrong, and he must make him pay some price for this kind of guy who has great malice towards himself. Let this kind of person know the pain, and never dare to provoke himself again.

"Haole!" Hai Dafu, who got the order, was full of energy, and when he saw Song Qiu's kung fu, he was even more determined to please this super celebrity who seemed to him to be a hidden superman.

Hai Dafu threw off his arms and "snapped!" Pan Dong's face was swollen like a bun.

Pan Dong's face had a tearing pain, and he whimpered a few times in pain, but he didn't dare to scream, for fear of annoying Song Qiu, a fierce man who could break machetes with both hands.

He looked pitiful, like a stray dog.

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A faint stream of smoke flowed from the azure spout of the porcelain kettle, and the water bent in a natural arc and fell precisely into the teacup, which was only two thumbs wide.

"Senior brother, please use tea. Jian Hongyu pointed to the steaming teacup with her left hand and said.

Zhang Xuance, who was wearing a purple and cyan robe, smiled slightly, took out a cup of tea from the tea tray, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, raised his head and drank it, and praised it: "Good tea!"

Jian Hongyu said expressionlessly: "Then what do you say is good about this tea?"

Zhang Xuance was stunned when he heard this, laughed for a long time, and couldn't hold back half a word.

Jian Hongyu shook her head and said, "Senior brother, you have been drinking tea since you were a child, like a cow drinking stream water, and you never know the taste, do you think I don't know?"

Zhang Xuance smiled embarrassedly: "Senior sister, the tea you brewed is of course a good word, will it be worse?"

Reaching out to hold the handle of the teapot, Jian Hongyu shook her hand gently, and filled Zhang Xuance with a cup of tea, and then said lightly: "If it is really good, if this cup of tea continues, you should let Senior Brother you restrain yourself from the precipice, and turn back to the shore, why bother me to talk more here?"

Zhang Xuance didn't care, and after picking up the teacup again and drinking the hot tea in the cup, he put down the teacup and said, "Because it's not enough." ”

"The teacup is too small to be enjoyable. There are too many rules in Longhu Mountain, which makes it difficult to fill the ravines. Zhang Xuance said seriously.

"The ancients said, just taste it. Again, everything needs to be measured. Although the teacup is small, it can make people taste it to the fullest, and if you put a drinking bowl, it will be very delicious, and at most there will only be three or two points left. Jian Hongyu replied: "As for the rules on Longhu Mountain, there are too many rules, the so-called no rules, no square circle, where in the world are there no rules? It is our immortal cultivators, who claim to cultivate a great freedom, even if we really cultivate a positive result and become a true immortal, can we really get great freedom? I don't know what you are thinking, senior brother?"

Zhang Xuance said calmly: "According to the rules of my Longhu Mountain Daomen for thousands of years, each generation of Heavenly Masters must be divided into Inner Gate Heavenly Masters and Outer Heavenly Masters, Inner Gate Heavenly Masters have to pass on the "Taiping Cave Extreme Sutra", "Zhengyi Mengwei Twenty-four Grades of Law Urn", three or five Gong Jade Seals, male and female slashing evil swords and other scriptures and magic weapons, and the outer gate Heavenly Master should teach the "Beidou Yansheng True Scripture" and "Three Eight Thanksgiving Law Confession", yes or no?"

"Indeed, according to the rules of the door, senior brother, you should inherit the position of the outer gate heavenly master, and the second senior brother will take over the position of the inner gate heavenly master, but there is no distinction between the inner and outer heavenly masters, why are you entangled?" Jian Hongyu frowned and asked puzzled.

"It's a big difference. Zhang Xuance looked at the old calligraphy that read "Xuanzhi and Xuan" hanging on the wall behind Jian Hongyu, and said: "The Beidou Yansheng Sutra is just a longevity method, and the "38 Confession of Thanks" cannot be compared with the "Taiping Cave Sutra" of Lao Jun's true biography. ”

"But the so-called cultivation of immortals is just legends, and the world has not seen immortals for thousands of years, is it worth it for these illusory things?" Jian Hongyu asked.

"Senior sister, you lied. Zhang Xuance smiled faintly.

"What?" Jian Hongyu was stunned.

"Although we have never seen a real immortal, since cultivating immortals, you and I can know all kinds of changes in our bodies, whether there are really immortals, you should know. Zhang Xuance opened the lid of the teapot in the tea tray, reached in and ordered a little tea, and the two fingers dipped in the tea on the index finger of the middle finger wiped them in the air at will, and the colorful colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple were born.

"If there are no immortals, if the path of cultivating immortals is just illusory, then how can I do something that only immortals can do?" Zhang Xuance paused intentionally and said slowly: "What's more, whether there is an immortal fate or not, whether you can become an immortal, senior sister should know best." ”

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" replied Jian Hongyu quietly.

"You were ordered by the master to go to Jiangcheng to find immortal fate, and naturally you will not return in vain. The purple and green robe was blowing without wind, and the senior brother looked at Jian Hongyu and said with a smile: "Tell me about those things you did in Jiangcheng." ”