Shangqing Mountain, Baicao Peak.

Just when the Wanhe Valley Martial Arts Conference was in full swing and the world was in full swing, a small meeting of heroes was also held here. Since the hero gathering, no matter how big or small, the threshold is relatively high, and the participants must be heroes. And animals. There were seven participants, and the list was as follows: the old master of the hidden Confucian Kong Mengyu, the old master of the Shangqing Yedao, the white-clothed Bodhisattva Lingxiu monk, the king of the horses Qingyun, the monkey boss one hundred and eight, the second generation of the divine monkey one hundred and eight, and the Shangqing Mu Zhangjiao.

The reason why Mu Zhangjiao ranked last was because Old Master Kong said that he was not a hero, but could only be regarded as an additive. There are four and a half heroes in the world, one old general Fang did not come, half of Yan Da hero did not come, there are three heroes here, although the number is small, the limelight is even stronger. What's more, there is a British horse, a British monkey, and a rising star little one hundred and eight. In particular, it is the little one hundred and eight who needs to be highlighted and grandly launched here, and the little one hundred and eight is the son of one hundred and eight and ninety-nine, and the little one hundred and eight is already eight months old.

In front of the thatched hut, on a low table.

Four benches, one for each person, four cups for each person, one for each person, three or five dried fruits, and half a pot of wine. The small one hundred and eight monopolize the food, and at this time they are knocking melon seeds. Small hands and feet, small head and small brain, only two big black eyes, the little one hundred and eight always makes people love and pity like that, arousing the maternal feelings of the three heroes present. Su Dao Chang is also a hero now, the old master said that he was him, and Monk Lingxiu had no opinion. Therefore, Mu Zhangjiao, the only one who was not a hero, was annoyed and went to compete with Xiao One Hundred and Eight for melon seeds to eat, so Xiao One Hundred and Eight unceremoniously scratched the back of his hand: "Ahh

What the old master said is not wrong, such a person is not worthy of being a hero.

One hundred and eight turned a blind eye, but he was holding a wooden comb and combing the beautiful long mane on Qingyun's neck seriously.

Qingyun lowered his head and drank, and there was still half an altar on the ground.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next. Old Master Kong took a sip of wine and sighed. Monk Lingxiu nodded, and then sighed: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it." Su Dao said, "I can't think of it either." Mu Zhangjiao burst into tears and laughed: "The dragon gives birth to the dragon, the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix, there is a kind!" There are no normal people here, and what he said is also crazy, it is the son of General Fang, the Taoist priest of Xiao Fang, Fang Yin!

This matter is absolutely true, since Old Master Kong returned from Liangzhou City last month, Fang Yin's life experience has been revealed. There is only one clue, that is, bloodline, genetics, the faces of the two are three points similar! This is the fate, Confucius has only seen Fang Yin twice, once in the post road tea shed, once in the riverside thatched house, that is the second time, Confucius has already moved his mind at a glance in the river, about the old general Fang and his affairs Confucius is the clearest -

Could it be him?

It's him, his surname is Fang, and his name is Fang Yin.

"Incarnated in thousands of people, exhausted the suffering of the world, survived misfortune and escaped life and death, and attained the Tao and returned to the true body. This is what Tuo Jia Luo said to Fang Yin, Fang Yin escaped life and death from the ancient temple in the extreme west of the desert, and thus realized the truth, the truth is revealed, Vishnu God! This is not a miraculous nonsense, there is only one correct evidence: "On the back of his head, three inches above his left ear, there is a scar, which was kicked by a black donkey when my son was two and a half years old." ”

"You're a donkey. "Who said that?

"You go draw a donkey. "Who said that?

"Are you a maxima, or a lame donkey?"

The scar on the left ear of the Taoist priest has never seen Mu Zhangjiao, but he has seen it, and the sword provoked someone's hair, and the black and white clearly fell into the rice soup!

"When he comes back, I will take him to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and by the way, I will see him. Old Master Kong said with a smile. The old master is getting older, and he is getting older, but his eyes are still so clear and bright, black and white. Mu Zhangjiao drank the cup and laughed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! I'll go too! That's called a big scene, what martial arts conference is the first in the world, but it's child's play!" From this, it can be seen that Mu Zhangjiao is still angry about the fact that Su Dao Chang didn't let him participate in the martial arts conference.

"Are you going too? What are you going to do?" Lingxiu said curiously: "You go, the Great Sect Master of the Dragon is here, what should Shangqing do?" Mu Zhangjiao sneered, full of disdain: "It's not that there is Senior Brother Su, but there is Senior Brother Su, I'm afraid where he will come from!" Whenever this topic is mentioned, the Chief Su Daoist will push it on Old Master Confucius: "That's it, but there is a hidden Confucian here, I'm afraid where he will come from!" But Old Master Kong is old and refined, and he will never wade into this thousand-year-old troubled water: "I will go to Liangzhou City, and Lingxiu, you will clear your own affairs, and you two will do it at home." ”

"No conscience, no conscience!" Mu Zhangjiao hated the heavens and resented the world, and glared at the little one hundred and eight: "Little one hundred and eight, you are also average, no conscience!" "There is no conscience, it is the nickname that Mu Zhangjiao gave to the little one hundred and eight, because the little one hundred and eight has been spoiled by the ninety-nine, except for his mother, the six relatives do not recognize: "Squeak! squeak!" When the next handful of melon seeds was thrown away without a head or brain, and the hateful person who squeezed his eyebrows and eyes was thrown with a face full of flowers: "Squeak!"

"Look. Mu Zhangjiao picked up a melon seed and knocked it, and said with a face full of grievances: "One is better than the other, there is no conscience!"

One hundred and eight ignores.

"Plop!" Qingyun flicked his tail and snorted.

"Yes, there is also Qingyun, Qingyun will also go. Old Master Kong said with a smile.

One hundred and eight suddenly got up and walked away with his hands.

A dry and miscellaneous people, the Tao is different, and if you don't conspire with it, one hundred and eight should not have come in the first place.

A big mess!

Angry walked out of Erlidi, and suddenly remembered that there was a little one hundred and eight, so he walked back helplessly, and reached out to hug it: "Squeak!"

"Squeak!" Little One Hundred and Eight was not polite, and scratched it hard at the moment!

Scratched all the hands of one hundred and eight.

One hundred and eight were furious, this was completely a deception of the teacher and the destruction of the ancestors! One hundred and eight slapped his face as soon as he sank, preparing to kill his relatives with righteousness: "Smack!"

Ninety-nine jumped out of the back of the room like lightning, and knocked one hundred and eight to the ground with a slap!

Little One Hundred and Eight flew over like lightning, scratched and scratched at the moment, and beat the water dogs!

One hundred and eight want to cry without tears.

The times have changed, the atmosphere has deteriorated, where there is any ethical filial piety, it is that one generation is not as good as the next.

From this point of view, the earth is really going to be destroyed.

One hundred and eight have the intention to kill the enemy and are unable to return to the sky, and there is a feeling of heroic twilight: "Squeak! squeak!"

"Tsk! squeak!"