Three years is enough time for a person to completely change their appearance.

Like what.

Wu Zibo, who was originally just a fat man, was so stupid and stupid in Ye Bai's impression.

But now when Ye Bai stepped into the country of Lu, he found that the fat guy had learned to enjoy it.

The sound of the ritual music of the Dao Lu Kingdom reverberated throughout the courtyard.

The dancers danced to the song.

Wu Zibo was on the seat under the dancer, slowly beating the beat, singing with them in a low voice as the dancer danced, and talking to some officials from time to time.

Ye Bai took out the jade pendant and came in.

It's almost unrecognizable that this is a Confucian sect, and it seems to have become a place to entertain officials.

Singing and dancing.

Ye Bai found a place and walked over, found a vacant seat to sit down, and looked at the singer who was dancing and singing in front of him.

These singers are beautiful.

But everyone's eyes did not wander on this singer, but looked towards the middle of the singer, a place under the curtain, and at this time the singer's voice stopped.

A song suddenly sounded.

Ye Bai knew why everyone was looking at this singer, because the sound of the beam may really exist.

There are arbors in the south, which cannot be contemplated, and there are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, which cannot be sought. The breadth of the Han Dynasty is impossible to think, and the eternal nature of the river is impossible to think. The wrong salary, the words are the best, and the son is returned, and the words are the horses.

The breadth of the Han Dynasty is impossible to think, and the eternal nature of the river is impossible to think. The wrong salary, the words are the same, the son is home, the words are the horse

The singing is melodious.

It's impressive.

The feeling of tears in my eyes.

The people all listened silently, moved with the song, and indulged in it.

Such a song can really be regarded as heavenly.

Ye Bai sat alone in a corner dressed in black, looking ahead, listening to songs, watching songs and dances, but he was not intoxicated.

He instinctively felt a rejection of this singing, I don't know why, but it was rejection, this singing was like the water of a hot spring, allowing people to put their whole body into it and immerse themselves in it, but Ye Bai felt a wave of unreality for such a feeling.

That's right, it's not true.

This world is an unreal world, and this voice feels even more ridiculous

Ye Bai looked at the curtain.

The corners of his mouth suddenly smiled.

He seems to have encountered a good thing, but of course not for the fat man, but not for this singer.

It's a pity that such a good voice.

Ye Bai sang the song at its highest level.

Draw your sword suddenly.

The sound of the sword's chirping, combined with the singer's last high song, seemed to beat the last song of the singer.

"The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible, and the eternality of the river is incredible."

When it came to the square word, it stopped.

Because it wasn't sung.

Instead, it formed an incomparably moving tune.

The melody is melodious, but it comes at the price of blood.

The voice of the singer disappeared, replaced by the screaming sound of this group of dancing girls, these officials of the Lu State, some of them were frightened, but some of them still maintained the demeanor of Confucianism, which made Ye Bai feel a little impressed.

Ye Bai was by the singer's side.

Putting the sword down, looking at the white and tender neck, looking at the sword above the throat, she could no longer sing such a beautiful song, she was already dead.

Ye Bai sighed.

Why do so many people want to kill people?

It's not protection.

Wu Zibo stood up at this moment, stepped on blood, looked at Ye Bai with his eyes and said helplessly: "It's better to come by coincidence." ”

Ye Bai took down the sword from the woman's neck.

Then he put a transparent dagger on the singer's finger, still on the ground, and said, "Good means, how many times?"

The fat man said, "For the first time." ”

Ye Bai said: "You are fat, but you are very beautiful, listening to the song and singing, you are not afraid that the owner of this song will take your life." ”

The fat man touched his nose and said helplessly: "Brother Ye Bai's murderous intent is big again, no wonder the ancestor said, when you want to go over, don't go to the Gathering Immortal Society, go directly to him, take a look at the beauty of the world, don't always fall into fighting and killing." ”

The officials scattered in all directions.

They know whose world the current Lu country is, so they don't dare to disturb, this Confucian son of Lu can invite them to sing, it is already a great pleasure, if you don't know how to stay here, it will be a little stinky and shameless.

Ye Bai ripped off the tulle clothes on the outside of the singer.

The originally warm corpse has become cold and cold, and it is useless to look good.

Maybe not as useful as the tulle on top.

At least be able to rub the sword.

He touched the sword, scattered the blood on the sword, then sat on the ground and said, "Three years." You're already in the late stage of foundation building, and you've lost a lot of things when you look like this?"

The fat man muttered, "It's just good food, good wine, and a whole body of fat." ”

Ye Bai raised his eyes and looked at the fat man again.

The fat man was wearing a pale white shirt at the moment.

The face is delicate, and he has a scholarly temperament, even if he stands and doesn't do anything, he has a feeling of warmth like jade and Ye Bai's.

Ye Bai nodded and said, "What about the teacher?"

Ye Bai also admired the old man a little, he owed the old man a lot of things.

It seems that people are born in this world, there are endless troubles, but in this troubles, there is kindness, after being cut off, it will be empty, human beings are really the most special kind of animals.

Wu Zibo looked around and coughed and said, "Brother Ye Bai is still staying here, do you want to listen to the tune?"

Ye Bai shook his head, "I hate people who sing well now, I don't know why, I always feel a kind of unreality, it seems that only the sound of fighting in the Black Castle is the real experience, so don't invite me to listen to songs, especially good songs, otherwise maybe I will kill those who sing." ”

Wu Zibo wiped his nose and said in a low voice: "Let's go, Brother Ye Bai still wants to talk to me here overnight, but I have recently found some delicious food." You and I can taste it together. ”

Ye Bai smiled.

Carefully placed the sword in the scabbard, the green broken sword became more and more black and red, and the rust on it was also more and more, and even the entire sword was red.

The red one doesn't look like rust.

Like flames, with a smell of blood.

Ye Bai put the sword back, the scabbard of his green jade sword was really corroded and fell, and it was all rust, or the stronger your murderous intent is, the sharper your sword will be, then you just need a tool that can accommodate your sword.

The sword should be sharp.

But it can't be uncontrolled.

Although Ye Bai has been inherited, he only shows that he has suppressed the shackles of the sword, once the sword is too sharp, then it will be uncontrollable, and it will even backfire against the master.

Ye Bai needs to kill.

He needs to kill other people, raise his sword with blood, and so on into a cycle

Wu Zibo walked in a low voice into the distance.

When his fingers didn't know anything, he was holding a cloth bag, and Ye Bai also smelled the smell of dog meat.

It's very fragrant.

Ye Bai's eyes glanced at Wu Zibo, and the corners of his mouth smiled, it was hard to imagine that the Confucian disciple who had just spoken about this Confucian classic in front of him with an upright face was hiding a piece of dog meat in his sleeve.

Sure enough, the fat man is still the fat man.

I still have enough obsession with eating.

Wu Zibo handed the dog meat to Ye Bai, and then when Ye Bai hadn't reacted, he carefully tore off the piece of meat for most of it, and then put the small piece into Ye Bai's hands.

Ye Bai put the dog meat to his mouth, pretending not to see the fat man's movements, the fat man smiled, very satisfied with his small movements.

If Wu Zibo put that dog meat in his mouth.

A sword aura flew away.

Beat the dog meat into the air.

The fat man chuckled lowly, his fingers moved, the dog meat flew away, rolled for a few rounds, and was about to return to Wu Zibo's hands, and the dog meat was still not broken at all, this strength was extremely ingenious.

Ye Bai smiled.

A sword roar rang out.

The fat man firmly held the dog meat in his heart, and there was a bit of a despicable taste, he didn't believe that Ye Bai could take away the dog meat under the protection of the layer.

The two of them were also taking this opportunity to test each other's progress.

Ye Bai held a green jade sword with a scabbard.

Through the scabbard, he suddenly gestured towards the fat man, and the fat man's body suddenly twisted strangely, and his body moved with the sword, where Ye Bai's sword was, where was the fat man's body, it seemed that Ye Bai's sword had countless thin lines on it.

And the fat man is like a marionette.

The fat man's fingers moved, and the dog meat was turned over.

Confucianism and Taoism righteousness seemed to be able to restrain Ye Bai's sword qi, but Ye Bai's sword qi was also triggered in that scabbard at the moment, and he moved slightly, suppressing that Haoran righteousness, and then moving.

Dog meat flipped over.

Ye Bai took a bite of it.

"Poof. ”

An old man came out in the distance, it was the natural saint who wanted to enter Confucianism and Taoism and turn into an immortal gate, but his face was even more ruddy, like an old man in the countryside, and he felt a little back to basics.

At this moment, the dog meat at the corner of Ye Bai's mouth fell into the chopsticks between the old man's fingers under Ye Bai's eyes, and the old man ate the dog meat.

Then he wiped his mouth.

He said in a low voice: "Sure enough, you go and write the Haoran Righteous Qi Sutra ten times, and then tell me again, what else are you hiding, Confucian disciple, how can you be selfish?"

The fat man cried his face.

He whispered, "Teacher doesn't have to be like this. ”

For the first time, Ye Bai's face relaxed a little, and he said in a low voice: "Teacher." ”

"Sit down. ”