It doesn't matter if the formation is broken or not.

In front of the gate of the Shangqing Palace, Yan Daxia was talking to Mu Zhangjiao, and there were only two people.

I already know, gossip aside, what Yan Beige said is that I persuade you to recall all the disciples outside the mountain and then dissolve this Puritanism, so as not to wipe out the whole army when Long Zhen comes, and cut off the incense. Yan Beige is not here to break the formation, Yan Beige is here to summon the news, in the spring of next year, during the Qingming Festival, Long Zhen will lead the true Dragon Sect Tiangong Difu and more than 10,000 elite soldiers in the human hall to attack the mountain and slaughter the Qing Sect. This was said by Long Zhen, Long Zhen did it, and the Great Sect Master Long has always done what he said. There is no discussion, no reason, that is, those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me die, the agreement of twenty-four years ago has expired, and there is only one end to meet Shangqing, that is-

ceases to exist.

Mu Zhangjiao didn't react, only said, I know.

Evading will be a shame for the world, resistance is to hit a stone with an egg, the strength of the True Dragon Sect is unparalleled in the world, so it will be domineering, and you will have nothing to say. In this world, it has always been whose fist is big and whose truth is big, whose fist is hard and whose truth is hard, and Shangqing can only blame himself for not being angry, and Mu Zhangjiao has nothing to say. Finally, Long Zhen missed the old and did not forget the old people, so the master of Yan Hall said that there is only one way to live, as long as he passes three levels, one is Yan Sad, one is about the Tibetan Sea, and the other is not to blame.

Mu Zhangjiao still didn't have any reaction, only smiled and said, I know.

Then, he politely sent Yan Daxia away, did not leave him to eat, and did not care about him drinking.

It's just that Mu Zhangjiao is in a bad mood, Mu Zhangjiao is not as calm as he seems, and Mu Zhangjiao's two hands are shaking.

It's no joke.

Cats always play with mice before they eat them. Play alive. Kill again. That's no joke either.

Yan Daxia left, hungry and disgraced.

Carrying a stick.

I was angry with a stomach for no reason, and I was looking for myself, and Yan Lao's mood was not very good, just because the eldest brother couldn't listen to the younger brother and made his own opinion, Awu was also leaving.

Awu was going to Xiliang, saying that he was going to be a county horse.

Awu said. I'm tired, Awu said, I'm tired, Awu said I'm not too old, that's what you said.

Awu said boss, just let me go!

In the end, there is still a kind of Awu, and the beauties of the rivers and mountains accept all the orders, and Boss Yan is reluctant to him, but the twisted melon is not sweet. So Boss Yan didn't react at that time, just kept a straight face. Say, got it. Awu cried right then. Because Awu also saw the tears in the eyes of his boss, just as Tong Yan Daxia saw Mu Zhangjiao's trembling hands, those were all unspeakable voices, Yan Beige walked on the way down the mountain, only to feel that the sky was dark and infinitely old, and he no longer had the mood to sing.

Right and wrong, right and wrong, gathering and dispersing, separation and integration, this is the tangled life that cannot be laughed or laughed, which troubles everyone.

Awu also couldn't cry or laugh.

"Why, why?" The first sentence of the Han language that Wu Chuchu learned was Brother Awu, and the second sentence was why: "Why? Why do you want to cry Brother Awu?" Why do you want to laugh Brother Awu?" The strange thing is that the little one hundred and eight is very close to Wu Chuchu, since he saw her, he followed her ass and said to please her, and at this time, he was even more satisfied with lying in her arms but didn't come out: "Squeak!"

Little One Hundred and Eight gave her another smile, and the smile was even more ugly than crying: "Squeak!" "Squeak or squeak, it no longer matters, the important thing is that one hundred and eight is the same as ninety-nine, and I am reluctant to let Little One Hundred and Eight go to the end of the world." The little one hundred and zero is still young, I don't know that people's hearts are sinister, and when one day I sell it to someone, beat gongs and drums, wear clothes, and hold a plate to collect money for people, I don't know that I am selling well, and I am still there silly: "Squeak! squeak!"

Can't go, don't go, the outside world is very dangerous, pity the world's parents: "Whew-"

Among the three monkeys, only the little one hundred and eight is wearing clothes, and no matter when a monkey becomes a person, this one hundred and eight and ninety-nine have understood, and only the little one hundred and eight does not understand. Of course, the little one hundred and eight is just a moment of curiosity, attracted by Wu Chuchu's black and beautiful braided hair, and not really want to leave his hometown and leave his father and mother to go outside alone to have a good time, that kind of thing without conscience Xiao One Hundred and Eight can't do it, Little One Hundred and Eight is a filial child: "Woo woo-"

What's more, the little one hundred and eight has not been weaned yet.

This is Baicao Peak, it is rare to have guests, or distinguished guests, and the chief of the Su Dao as the main family must of course entertain it.

Su Dao Chang was cooking, and the old master was helping.

Ah Wu finally saw the well-known demon Dao, and in Ah Wu's opinion, that demon Dao was really demonic.

Better than Onodo.

Whether it's the old demon road, or the small wild road, Awu just settles down here a little, Awu wants to fly, fly farther and fly higher, spread his wings and fly higher than his wings, how happy and how free! Yes, Awu is tired, tired of the heart, hurt is God, Awu is tired, tired of cheating, tired of fighting and killing, the appearance of Wu Chuchu is a wonderful opportunity, Awu has made an extremely wise choice, get out of the matter, and relax! As for Boss Yan, don't pay attention to him, he can't die anyway, Ah Wu will come back and see him-

Au-sama, it's over.

On the high hillside, stood two horses, one with a blue coat and the other with a mane like frost and snow.

It was Qingyun who took the initiative to invite Ma Wang Wangjun to come to Happy Valley as a guest, a pair of VIPs on Baicao Peak was just an addition, Qingyun was broad-minded, and Qinggo did not hold grudges. If you are defeated, you will admit it, you are injured, you don't call it anything, the world is very vast, the sky and the earth are big, and the small amount of energy is not worthy of Ling Yun's ambition, so he lowered his arrogant head, Qingyun is still proud of himself! Just now, Qingyun once again challenged Wangjun, compared to the strength of the feet, Qingyun won completely!

Wangjun is already old.

The old ones are the legs and feet, and the old ones are the hearts, and Wangjun knows that he can't compare them, in order to make Qingyun understand-

So Wangjun is saying, just like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life teaching his children and grandchildren, so Qingyun is listening. What is said is that a horse is not worthy of pride to be able to fight a lion and tiger, and it is not worth being proud to be able to defeat all the horses in the world, it is just an ability. It is said that as a king, failures and setbacks are valuable assets, rich experience is the greatest ability, how to manage their own group, how to appreciate the beauty of life, how to realize their dreams step by step, all kinds of truths.

The King of Horses is the King of Horses, worthy of being a Pegasus, which coincides with what Qingfeng said.

Wangjun taught earnestly, Qingyun listened to the lecture with an open mind, just like the old master taught Fang Daoist, it was listening to Jun's words that was better than reading for ten years.

Without wind and rain, there is no rainbow, but no matter how beautiful and gorgeous the rainbow is, how can it be more beautiful than the blooming of life in the wind and rain!

The dream is ahead, the scenery is on the road, Qingyun finally understands that his father Qingfeng's real wish is not to ask Qingyun to defeat Wangjun, because Wangjun is invincible.

Because desirelessness is rigid, which is the realm of Wangjun, because Wangjun is not a horse at all: "Moo-"

In winter and spring, thunder rises, and the wind and snow drive away the epidemic: "Spray!"

Ma Wang Wangjun disappeared from then on. (To be continued......)