The sloppy Taoist devoured the food on the table, as if he had never eaten such a delicious thing in 10,000 years, and his mouth was full.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar tilted his head sideways, as if listening to something, and as if he was watching the sloppy Taoist eat.

After a while, the middle-aged Confucian said: "What kind of person did you choose, you are not too brave to dare to threaten people like this." ”

The sloppy Taoist stuffed his mouth with food, and said vaguely: "If you are bold, you can eat the world, and if you are not bold, you are not like you, what does it mean to be the emperor in Nanchu." ”

The middle-aged Confucian said with a smile: "Old man, you are still such a hot temper, I am not nesting here, the thousand-year tribulation is naturally nothing to you, who is not in the Three Realms, and is a god who has escaped from the Five Elements, but it is different for me, I have the responsibility to protect Nanchu, not to hide, but to town." ”

The sloppy Taoist stretched out his dirty hand and grabbed a jar of wine, gulped and drank together, swallowed the food residue in his mouth, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Don't make excuses, these bullshit things, no matter how you look at them, I think someone is playing with us in applause." But after so many years, it has become a habit. ”

The middle-aged Confucian patted open the mud of a jar of spirits, took a big sip, and shook his head silently.

When night falls, like a writer splashing ink, there is no light in sight, there is no moon in the sky, there is no starlight, only the fire in the palace from time to time.

There was no sound in the small courtyard where the two of them were, and except for those reptiles who had escaped as soon as they appeared, the others had been shocked to death by the two of them.

Early tomorrow morning, those palace maids in the palace will be busy again, and last time, just the small insects that were cleaned up could fill two baskets. However, the middle-aged people living in this courtyard are still the ones who have been ordered by the emperor himself not to be disobedient, although these palace maids have some complaints in their hearts, they dare not say anything.

A snake's head emerges from the flowers, with a flame flower in its mouth, which some people call Manju Sawa or the Shore Flower. The bald donkeys of Shimen are particularly fond of the former name.

"Long worm, what are you running into the flowers? The bald-headed sloppy Taoist shouted dissatisfiedly.

The snake's head shrank into the flowers, and soon came out again, and the five colors of red, orange, yellow, green, and purple on the head flashed in the darkness, which was particularly beautiful.

The middle-aged Confucian said with a smile: "Teng, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still the same, you like to linger in the flowers." ”

The head of the snake slowly became larger, and the scarlet letter kept swallowing in the air: "Peony flowers die, ghosts are also romantic, this is what you said, I die under the flowers on the other side, and I am also romantic as a snake, no!"

The middle-aged Confucian student didn't care, and continued to laugh: "Did you kid hook up with the female snake recently!"

The colorful python slowly turned into a human form, and after a while, a middle-aged man with a colorful mark on his head appeared in front of the two, he strode towards the middle-aged Confucian student, snatched the wine jar in the hands of the middle-aged Confucian student, and drank the remaining ten catties of wine in the wine jar with a few sips, and then said very comfortably: "Good wine!"

"After drinking my wine, it's time to answer my words!" the middle-aged Confucian looked embarrassed.

The humanoid shape transformed by the colorful python said disdainfully: "Your kid is younger than me, what qualifications do you have to call Lao Tzu boy, roll the calf." ”

The sloppy Taoist slapped the colorful python on the head: "He's my friend, I said he can call you kid, what's the matter, don't accept it? I will fight if I don't accept you?"

The colorful python said angrily: "Lao Tzu doesn't care about you like a dead bald head. ”

said this on his lips, but he had already cursed in his heart: Dead bald, if it weren't for Lao Tzu who couldn't beat you, Lao Tzu would ride you under him and beat you with a butt.

Before he finished his masturbation, his head suffered again, and the bald Taoist's slap was strong and powerful, and it still hurt to hit his head.

The colorful python glared angrily at the bald Taoist: "Dead bald, why did you beat me!"

The bald Taoist looked at the buttocks of the colorful python kindly: "Don't you want to spank me with an ass and bloom, I think you want your ass to bloom!"

The multicolored python's head shrank and stopped talking, but his hand involuntarily covered his buttocks.

He got carried away, and almost forgot what the identity of the bald Taoist was, you must know that the bald Taoist is best at soul things, what he thinks, the bald Taoist can know with his fingers.

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to have become accustomed to the fight between the master and servant, and only after the bald Taoist seemed to have extinguished the fire, he said: "You have been following him like this, it is not a way, he will one day spread his wings and soar, perhaps, his road is farther than ours, you can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him for a lifetime." ”

The bald Taoist stared: "Who the hell said that Lao Tzu was protecting him, that kid went out to the present, I only helped him once, just that time, and almost let the old things in the Valley of the Gods find out, but fortunately, Lao Tzu was smart enough to let the long worm swallow the two little guys in the Valley of the Gods." His cultivation is getting higher and higher, and soon, I will no longer be able to protect him, and maybe, in the end, he will have to protect me. You have a point, he will one day spread his wings and soar, but until he doesn't have such hard wings, at least I'm going to do my best to protect him. ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "Old man, why are you bothering about this! If he can't reach the thousand-year catastrophe, he basically can't be in any danger." ”

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what happens, that kid's personality is too impulsive, what is not good, but too righteous, I am not afraid that he will be injured by the Ming robbery, what I am afraid of is that he will be injured by the dark arrow. "The bald Taoist is not without emotion.

"What's the good of fighting and killing, it's better to put down the butcher knife. The middle-aged man was extremely serious.

The bald Taoist did not speak, and lowered his head as if in contemplation.

The middle-aged man did not urge, and waited quietly.

After a long time, the bald Taoist raised his head, and his eyes burst out with a penetrating light: "I'm not reconciled, I'm not willing to be played with by the so-called heaven and earth." Brother Xingtian fell, and everyone fell. I know that if it weren't for this ghost heaven, with Lu Donghua's cultivation, it would be impossible to fight with Brother Xingtian. But during the fight, a thunderstorm fell from the sky, and it was an eight-yuan thunder tribulation, and the head of the eldest brother Xingtian was chopped off. This thief has played everything in applause, and I am eager to uncover his true face of Lushan and see what kind of existence can make all creatures in heaven and earth bow down. ”

Sometimes, too much intellectual curiosity doesn't do any good.

After the bald Taoist finished speaking, there were suddenly many thunderbolts in the originally dark night sky, and the intertwined power grid was as fine as a dense fishing net.

The middle-aged man's expression changed greatly: "Teng, take him away and go into the soil." ”

The bald head looked firm: "I'm not leaving, I want to see what this thief can do to me!"

Now, the colorful python is in a hurry, usually he and the bald Taoist are noisy and noisy, but the relationship between the two is not bad, if the bald Taoist is really killed by thunder, then he will be very lonely in the world alone.

Without saying a word, it turned into a small snake and got into the crotch of the bald Taoist, and suddenly became larger, stretching out a hard armor on his back, directly binding the hands and feet of the bald Taoist, and without saying a word, he drilled into the ground.

The power grid in the sky suddenly disappeared the moment the snake's head was lowered into the ground.

In an unknown field, a place called the road to heaven, a middle-aged man who was covered in purple, and even his hair and eyebrows were purple, sighed: "Houtu, brother, that's all I can help you." ”

In the Heavenly Palace, Lu Donghua's eyes suddenly opened, and after a while, he appeared where the purple-haired middle-aged man was, and he asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

The purple-haired middle-aged man's limbs seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, and his whole body was in one motion.

Seeing Lu Donghua, the purple-haired middle-aged man didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's okay to play with thunder and lightning, can't you?"

Lu Donghua was slightly stunned, and then said with a blushing face: "You are my defeated subordinate, if you dare to play tricks and let the people below be harmed, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless and let you be ruined." ”

The purple-haired middle-aged man stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Lu Donghua snorted coldly and disappeared in front of his eyes.

After making sure that he couldn't feel Lu Donghua's breath around him, the purple-haired middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion, and he muttered: "Sword Immortal? ”

The thunder and lightning disappeared below, and the bald Daoist reappeared on the ground, and he looked at the sky a little distracted.

The middle-aged Confucian didn't know why, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old friend, what's wrong with you?"

The bald Daoist shook his head, just now, when those purple grids appeared, he felt a familiar aura, but there was a feeling of abhorrence in the familiarity.

However, these things can't be said to the middle-aged Confucian student, although the middle-aged Confucian student has a good cultivation, but he is not a person of that era, but just a person who the bald Taoist later knew.

There are not many people who know about the events of that year, and the bald Taoist is just one of them.

"Let's go, let's see what that arrogant boy you chose is doing now, and I can't say I can ask for some water and drink. The middle-aged Confucian saw that the bald Taoist was in a bad mood and persuaded him.

The bald Taoist came back to his senses, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I was a little distracted just now, and I remembered something a long time ago." Let's go, let's see what that kid is doing now. ”

The two of them didn't say a word, and they used the method of teleportation, and they appeared outside the prime minister's mansion in an instant.

And Wu Qiutian inside still didn't know anything about all this, because he was drinking with Ran Cao at the moment.

I have to say that in addition to Ran Cao's arrogant temperament, there is nothing to say about the wine, this kid is completely drunk to the cup, and the amount of wine is surprisingly good.