Qing Xiuxiu's eyelashes trembled so much, she didn't open her eyes when she died, and she thought silently in her heart, I am a corpse, I am a corpse, I am already dead, I am dead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I have limited patience and give you time to consider five numbers, five, four, three"

Qingxiu knelt on the ground neatly, throwing herself to the ground, full of fear and sincerity, "The little wonderful lady has seen very little, it's a coincidence that I didn't expect to meet you here"

"Wonderful Niang?" Li Muyang thought about it, his memory was a little messy, but it was certain that there was no Mo Niang.

Wonderful Niang controlled her emotions, restrained the fear that came up from her heart, and put a perfect smile on her face, "The little one is the horn who sings ice songs, and the third master has taken you to see it"

"You're afraid of me?"

Knock knock, Wonderful Niang felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, "How can there be, Ninth Master, you are handsome and extraordinary, I like it too late, how can I be afraid of you?"

"My face is the same as before? Your face hasn't changed? Are you still you?"

"Uh, wonderful mother, I am clumsy, what people admire is your temperament of the ninth master"

Li Muyang approached step by step, "Answer my question, are you still you?"

"This stinky skin is not mine, otherwise it wouldn't have been reduced to a servant girl and let others beat and scold"

This is said to be wonderful, the mother feels sad, and sure enough, fairy tales are all deceitful, and miscellaneous travelogues are fairy tales written for adults, just look at it, and you will die miserably if you believe it.

Li Muyang saw her expression and understood, she is a person who dreams big in the blue sky and daylight, and what she said is that a good spring is not as good as a big dream.

"Brother Yang, we've rested enough, let's hurry up and get on the road, hurry up and get over, I'm afraid we're going to sleep on the street"

"Good"

Zhao Xuntian ran up, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, dare to ask where are the two of you going?"

"Let's go to the county of France"

As the saying goes, at home, I rely on my parents to go out and rely on friends, and many friends have many roads..."

It was the first time for Wu Weikite to see such a person who could speak, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you thirsty?"

The wonderful lady couldn't help but complain: "I think you'd better wash and sleep!"

Wu Weiyuan remembered that it was night at this time, and gave Li Muyang a white look, "It's not a hundred thousand urgent, let's join in the excitement to catch up with the night."

"If you don't rush to the night, then go and rest, and leave early tomorrow morning"

Li Muyang didn't have much of an opinion on whether to rush during the day or at night, it was no bad for him.

"What, don't go, you have to rest, okay, in that case, I'll go first."

Zhao Xuntian patted Li Muyang's shoulder, "Good brother will meet again", took off the Changle Gate token and handed it to him, "Send you to think, there is this thing to ensure unimpeded passage on the official road"

"Strange, will there be any obstacles?" Li Muyang didn't see anything blocking his way through.

Wu Weiyuan recognized it, and took it and explained to Li Muyang, "Some counties only allow the acquired martial artist or higher than the acquired martial artist to enter."

"Martial artist the day after tomorrow?" new things are really one after another, and there are constant surprises, and Li Muyang is quite satisfied from beginning to end.

"I know, I know" Wonderful Niang silently brushed her sense of existence.

"Speak"

"As far as I know, Wu is respected here, the realm is divided, and the martial arts are divided into acquired, congenital, and there are subsections, which are thought to be warriors and warriors, and martial artists and martial artists on them."

Li Muyang asked Zhao Xuntian, "What realm are you?"

Zhao Xuntian laughed, "The little brother is not a great martial artist in the middle of the day after tomorrow"

"There are many talented people in Changle Sect, do you still accept disciples?" said Wu Weiyi half-jokingly.

"When it comes to accepting disciples in Changle Gate, we never ask about it" Zhao Xuntian said that it was a fact, and they basically took it away from their fancy if they didn't ask.

Li Muyang asked again, "What is the ranking of the word seekers?"

"The word seekers are not ranked, Changle Gate just does things according to the length of time they have entered the door, everyone plays the piano and recites poetry, paints and drinks on weekdays, or dances swords and fights knives"

The sample also pretends to be quite similar, Zhao Xuntian gives his family enough face in front of outsiders.

"It sounds like Changle Gate is very free" Li Muyang was a little moved, and he liked the calligraphy, painting and piano sounds he said.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Xuntian, the word Zhilei"

Zhao Xuntian is actively cooperating with his family, and he understands the helpless romance of his senior brother.

"Li Muyang, words, words are immortal"

"Afternoon Kite"

"Fortunately, I will be fortunate to meet, then I won't disturb the two of you to rest" Zhao Xuntian saw Wu Weiyuan yawning and proposed to leave by himself.

Li Muyang was interested, how could he still let people go, and he also pointed out that he could sneak into Changle Gate to play for a while.

"Please stay, I think Zhilei, what you said is very reasonable, everyone is a friend, and you can take care of your peers on the road."

"Good drip! good drip," Zhao Xuntian agreed.

"Do you have a lot of people going to Changle Gate?" Li Muyang asked curiously.

"It's okay, that is, the master asked more than a dozen of the word seekers to pass"

Li Muyang didn't knock on Huang Long, "Can I go to your Changle Gate to go around?"

"Welcome at any time, our Changle Gate is very hospitable, especially the little cubs of the Yunzi generation"

"I don't think it's too early, let's rest early, and continue to talk when we are on the road tomorrow morning, okay Brother Yang?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning, go along, Zhilei don't have to rush to run overnight"

"That's natural, Fa Jun's party, it's not imminent" Mo Xunjiu spoke, and Zhao Xuntian naturally responded.

After he finished speaking, he went to find a vacant room, put a dog's tail grass at the door, lay on the wooden couch and fell asleep.

"Brother Yang, are you really not Mo Xunjiu?" Wu Weiyuan was a little suspicious.

didn't wait for Li Muyang to say anything, Wonderful Niang jumped out, "Our ninth master has always said one and the same, and if it is not, it is not, how can Mo Xunjiu be less than half a point"

Wonderful Niang's flattering words come from the bottom of her heart, if you can't die, you want to live or take refuge in the ruthless, you can eat meat with a wolf, and eat with a dog, she asks herself if she is not the kind of person who is self-abusive.

Wu Weiyuan pointed at the wonderful mother, "Brother Yang, explain to me what happened to her, do you know an old friend?"

"Heh, Li Muyang, don't take me for a fool, you are the only one who is smart? Everyone else is a fool? Where did you come from a sick scholar in the mountains and old forests? You were lying to me before, right?"

When the wonderful lady heard this, she silently took a few steps back, "I'm good, this woman is crazy?

"You're questioning me? You don't believe me? It's the third time! It's not three, you"

"You, what are you? The old lady is no longer serving, I can't find a man in the late martial arts sect, and there is still a lack of people to accompany you to the mountains and rivers?"

Li Muyang walked to the wonderful mother's side.

The wonderful mother retreated again and again, "Ninth Master, I didn't hear anything, can you let me go?"

"Follow her, don't let her get hurt"

"Who?"

"Wu Weikite, the woman who ran out, don't talk to her"

"Then when will I come back to you, Ninth Master?"

"In 29 days, I should be in Fashire, you can find it"

"Okay" Wonderful Niang chased out the figure of Wu Weikite.

Man Yao received a letter from Yang Xunbai and asked Diewu to send it, and rode a good horse to hurry away late at night, the soft sword on his waist buzzing.