The valley is a mountain col, and the green mountains are sandwiched by the road.

A small road, lined with green trees, is getting wider and wider, and the crowds of people can be seen in the distance.

Approaching, thousands of scenes are in full view, a huge valley, can accommodate tens of thousands of people, trimmed is flat and spread inch grass without it, all are large pieces of bluestone paving. To the left and right are the gentle slopes, which form a pair of natural stands, which is where everyone watches the battle. In the center of the valley is a square beat, high zhang Xu, ten zhang long and wide, red sandalwood mesa. The four sides of the arch Lingyun platform, three zhang high, twenty zhang long and wide, green jade for the platform.

In the distance, you can see the lake and water, and the pine and bamboo reflect the pavilions of the attic.

didn't have time to take a closer look, and one person greeted him: "Haha, Xiao Wuzen, why did you come?"

This person Wuchan was a little familiar, and Wuchan couldn't think of it for a while: "This benefactor, you, you are—"

Wuhua City, Luojiazhuang, that person is Lu Xingzhou: "Don't say much, go and sign up, it's not good after the hour!"

"Lao Zuo - Lao Zuo - " A person came running when he spoke, but it was Enah to help the right Dharma Protector Fan Protector: "Haha! You are also in!" The right Dharma Protector is lonely, the left Dharma Protector is falling from the sky, and the left and right are also overjoyed! The Left Dharma Protector pushed it away, but he also laughed: "Lao Fan, look! This! Yes! Who!" This is the helper, Fang Gang Leader, the right Protector is also overjoyed when he looks at it, and he also bows his head and bows: "The helper is above, and he accepts-"

"Wait. Fang Yin held it up, and smiled helplessly: "Don't laugh, how can Fang Yin-"

"Boss-Boss-Fang Yin!"

I only heard someone greet me from afar, and when I raised my eyes, it was more than two years: "Dazhi! Zipu! Gaoming! and-"

The green shirt is faint, among the crowds.

I knew that I could see it here, but when I saw it, Fang Yin's eyes were still hazy: "It's me! It's Fang Yin! Fang Yin is here!"

There were 10,000 people, gathered or scattered, and ten people from Shangqing were among them.

Niu Dazhi, Sun Zipu, Gao Ming, these three people are familiar with Fang Yin, Xu You, Zhu You, Xiao Yi, Zhou Haotian The four people Fang Daoist can no longer be named. The black-faced old Daoist is Daoist Sima Daochang, the upright face is Daoist Yuan, and there is also Senior Brother Yue Lingyue, who is laughing. They were all laughing, looking at Fang Yin smiling, but Fang Yin couldn't laugh. Countless memories of the past have resurfaced in my mind, and there are joys, joys, tears, laughter, and pain that Fang Yin does not want to touch in his heart.

Thinking of Yuan Yan'er, Fang Yin can't forget.

And in front of them, Fang Yin is still the same Fang Yin as before, so weak, so ridiculous!

Once he returned to his original form, Fang Yin burst into tears, Fang Yin didn't know why he cried, Fang Yin just wanted to cry. It's like a child who has been lost for many years and has found his family again. The name is just a code name, and it doesn't matter if it can't be called, Fang Yin only feels familiar when he sees them, and there is also a little grievance. For two or three years, no one knew Fang Yin's loneliness and loneliness, and no one knew Fang Yin's pain and suffering, but those were nothing, they had passed.

"Haha Fang Daoyou, you're not dead yet!" Niu Dazhi was also excited, Niu Dazhi was young and old, and he was rarely excited: "Show me! Look! It's dark, it's thin, and your beard isn't shaved clean, ha! It's not bad, it's very energetic!"

"Fang Yin greeted Uncle Sima, Uncle Sima is as blessed as the East China Sea, and his longevity is better than Nanshan!" This is what Daoist Fang said, Daoist Fang has always used words indiscriminately, and the horse's fart slapped on the horse's feet: "Hmph!" Sima Dao snorted heavily, and finally gave him a smile: "God is pitiful, since I beat you stinky boy into my Shangqing, this Uncle Sima, hey!" is indeed the case, the first time he heard it, Daoist Fang knew that he was rude and embarrassed: "Adults don't remember villains, Uncle Sima-"

"Take it!" But jokingly, Daoist Sima didn't have the same knowledge as him, and immediately took out a cyan Taoist robe: "I know that your kid is coming, this ragged shirt, change it first!" Fang Yin took it respectfully, and his heart was full of emotion! Yes, the people of Shangqing will not forget Fang Yin: "Yes, thank you uncle." Unexpectedly, Daoist Sima said another sentence immediately afterward, and Daoist Fang cried again on the spot: "This dress is your master, a needle, a thread, specially made for you!"

MasterMaster, like a father and a mother!

In the quiet room, under the lonely lamp, a long horse face seemed to be in front of him: "Master!

Lu Changlian, Lu Daochang, is Fang Yin's master, and he has always been!

Remember, **?

Daoist Lu didn't come, Daoist Su didn't come, Mu Zhangjiao didn't come, and he looked around at the crowd, but no one knew. At the bottom of my heart is longing, my heart is lost, and there is a clear cough in my ears: "Keep it true." "Cunzhen, Fang Cunzhen, Fang Yin is also a famous person, and the person who spoke was also a square and upright Taoist: "Yuan, Uncle Yuan." Yuan Daochang nodded and said with a smile: "Ten people came from Shangqing, plus you are eleven, and there are two people-"

Elder Mu?

It turned out that there were two more seats, which were in the VIP seats.

Quartet Lingyun platform, there are ten steps in the west, a long platform on the steps, and twelve on its upper seat. It is for the twelve chairs, carved in white marble, Lingyuntai is three zhang high and three zhang high on the stage, and those who can sit on it are all noble people. The crane man and the crane mother naturally have a seat, and the Shangqing also has a second old seat, and the four of them were old friends many years ago. Just for one love word, the love of two lovers, just like Fang Yin Yueling-

Looking at Lingyuntai, vaguely watching Yuntai, on the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, wandering alone.

"Senior Brother Fang. In the end, Yue Ling was the first to speak, and Yue Ling was smiling: "You have changed." ”

"Senior Brother Yue-" Fang Yin wanted to speak, but was speechless.

"She, is she okay?" However, Fang Yin couldn't speak. Fang Yin couldn't speak, let alone look at him, he could only hear him smile and say, "Senior Brother Fang, see you on Lingyun Terrace." Fang Yin was silent and silent. Yue Ling looked at it and smiled: "When I came, Uncle Zhang's master made a bet with me, if you and I were able to face each other, he would lose the bet and Yue Ling would win." "Lao Zamao'er, this person, just doesn't have a straight shape, Fang Yin finally raised his head and smiled: "This bet, senior brother, you are doomed." ”

The established gambling contract has its own correspondence, Mu Zhangjiao bets on Yue Ling to win Yue Ling, and if Yue Ling wins, he will naturally lose the bet. The four eyes were intertwined, the lightning was flinting, and the two smiled, each knowing. Yue Ling was like a three-foot green edge, sharp but hidden in the sheath, Fang Yin could already see the tax benefits in his eyes. And Yue Ling looked at people, but after three years, he couldn't see through Fang Yin, but he saw that his eyes were full of warmth and peace-

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.

Yes, Fang Yin has changed, Yue Ling is not wrong.

Everything is changing, just like agreeing with the high-spirited teenager, just like the face that is gradually becoming vicissitudes.

"Brother Fang Yin!Brother Fang Yin!"Brother Fang Yin!Brother Fang Yin!""Gang Leader Fang!Gang Leader Fang!""Fang Yin, Amitabha Buddha-" Wuzen is coming, incompetence is coming, the left and right protectors are coming, and the people of Nanshan Zen Buddhism are coming. Fang Gang Leader? Boss Fang, become a gang leader? A few people in Shangqing were stupid, a few people laughed, and the people around Lingyuntai scattered in twos and threes, and the surroundings of Lingyuntai were still very lively: "Sign up! Sign up!

Yes, you have to sign up for the competition, one by one.

Eight people from the Shangqing Dynasty have all been reported, and six people from Zen Buddhism have all been reported, only Fang Taoist priest has not yet signed up.

There is a difficulty, Fang Yin doesn't know at this time.

There are as many as eight people in the big sect, only one or two people in the small sect, and no more than eight people in any one sect can compete on the stage, which is the rule of the martial arts conference. Therefore, there are eight disciples of Shangqing, and Shangqing is a major sect, and there are only eight people. Therefore, Daoist Fang is a redundant person, and he is not allowed to come to power as a disciple of the Qing Dynasty, and this matter has also been decided by the Shangqing Mu Sect and the elders a long time ago. The top eight in the Mid-Autumn Festival competition, there was no Fang Yin among them, and he had no news when he left, so he couldn't waste a place in vain.

Three or five sentences, the truth is clear, Fang Yin can't cry again!

Why are there so many rules? Why is it so troublesome? Fang Yin was impatient, and said: "Eight is eight, and there is no less than one of me!"

Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, Niu Dazhi, and Sun Zipu immediately gave in, and Qi Qi said that his martial arts were not good, and he was willing to give up a place. Yuan Daochang is principled, and Sima Daochang is even more disobedient, and of course Fang Yin is not willing. The opportunity is rare, it is Fang Yin who is not good at martial arts, and Fang Yin should not. Fortunately, there is also Nanshan Zen Buddhism, which is also a major sect, and there are eight places, but now there are only six people, not one less than Fang Yin. There is no Zen music, there is no beauty in power, and Lingshi Kongbei also nodded, but Daoist Fang is still not happy. This is a joke, Daoist Fang is not a monk, Fang Yin does not obey.

What else?

Helper! Helper! Helper! Helper! Helper! There is only one way, and it can be said that God is destined to do so.

I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, even a donkey can be a blockbuster, and the helper finally deserves his name, and the left and right protectors high-five each other!

Yes!