As an old immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Ao Bing thinks that his temper is excellent.

Relatives are dead, Daxia Chengping has no war, people have no opportunity to grow old, and there can be no breakthrough in martial arts, so basically Ao Bing has no desire and no desire, and he has not lost his temper for a hundred years.

If you don't care, you won't get angry, and if you care, your heart will be angry.

So Ao Bing is so angry that his heart trembles.

He was really angry. When people are old, they don't want to be extravagant about themselves, of course, they have to put their energy into the next generation. However, now looking at Great Xia, except for a breeze that was barely a genius five hundred years ago, there is no one to support the beam.

Although there are 100,000 people in Daxia, they basically live a well-off life, with no worries about food and clothing, and their lives can be saved. But what's the use? It's all up to a Xia Zhenren to take shelter.

And Xia Zhenren's four apprentices, like the light god son is neurotic, they will only go to the end of the world to find cracks if they have nothing to do;

Fang Ze, as the youngest peak of the Divine Hidden in history, is like a fool, with no desires and no desires at a young age;

Zhou Maniac can only fight;

Don't talk about the breeze, it's just a mud that can't hold up the wall.

Therefore, Ao Bing can be said to be anxious. Not long ago, the Su clan produced a Yaoyi, and the Snow clan produced a Nangong Zhu, but what about Daxia?

Especially after the establishment of the Divine Pavilion, not to mention the fact that it is expected to reach the level of Xia Zhenren, even a young Divine Hermit has never come out again! Countless young men and women have been in the land of the Great Xia, and if a saint enters the realm, he must be regarded as a genius? It is extremely ridiculous.

And the other four countries are already young gods flying all over the sky, not to mention the machine spirit country that the alliance of the five countries can't match!

If it goes on like this, could it be that Daxia really relies on a group of them to support itself?

If one day they ride the crane to the west, they will be collected by the book of heaven or by the void. The 100,000 people of Great Xia have to be slaughtered!

Ao Bing beat his chest countless times and sighed all night. He should have been at a happy age, or a happy age, but he was forced to guard the last shift, and he was not as chic as a young Cangsheng!

He really didn't know if it was the end of the Great Xia Qi or if there was something wrong with the Divine Pavilion.

And now there is finally a male phoenix who has entered the eyes of the law, but it is actually a Diao people who sit in a well and watch the sky. There were once countless martial arts practitioners who knelt down and wanted to enter the Divine Pavilion, but now they want to beg him to enter with good words?

What's the matter? His father is clenching the big knife and wants to cut himself? This dead fat man has his hands in his trouser pockets, and he still wants to yell and scold his mother? And the young man with the sword in his eyebrows, does this fierce look want to fight?

Ao Bingzhen wanted to wave his hand and beat all the next generation of this group of rotten wood that could not be carved into ashes, and the broken jar could be broken, out of sight and out of mind.

"What's the matter, old man, if you call me to go, I have to go?" Zhang Ze, who had his hands in his trouser pockets, his head was facing the sky, and his eyes were sweeping down Ao Bing, "What are you!"

The fat man Zhang raised his fist and wanted to fight, "Believe it or not, I punched you to the sky?"

The old fairy Ao Bing's eyes were purring, so angry that he wanted to kill, and he was so aggrieved that he almost wanted to cry.

You can't beat or scold, and you can't coax and don't listen.

The Venerable Venerable at the pinnacle of the Dignified Divine Hidden Spirit, the deacon of the dignified Great Xia Divine Pavilion, in order to accept an apprentice, was actually aggrieved to this part?

"Fat man Zhang Ze!"

The old fairy Ao was so angry that he even threw out the indecent word "fat", and stiffened his neck suddenly, "Do you know what kind of place the Divine Pavilion is? If you don't go today, you will regret it sooner or later!"

"Old fairy, you can't say anything. Our small family is not the life of a rich and noble. It's not that my son doesn't want to go, it's the Divine Pavilion you said, we really can't afford to climb it. ”

The poor frightened Aunt Chen licked her smiling face and accompanied, "It's not my own thing, why do you regret it if you lose it?" Old fairy, seeing that you are seventy or eighty, you can be regarded as a little knowledgeable." Tell me, is this the reason?"

"I don't have 10,000 taels of silver, so how can I say that I lost 10,000 taels of silver?

The more Ao Bing listened, the more he felt self-conscious.

He is a strong man who can pick up stars with his hands and collapse Mount Tai with his feet. I've lived for tens of thousands of years, and I've been taught by a yellow-haired girl?

Isn't this a stream teaching the sea how to embrace all rivers? Isn't this a bird's advice to the bird to aim high? Isn't that ridiculous?

The emperor wants to accept a beggar as a minister, and he can reach the sky in one step, but this beggar still knows how to refuse?

It's the other way around, it's really the other way around.

Ao Bing simply turned his back to his face and sat down on a chair in front of Zhang Ze's house, motionless. That's it, the chicken talks with the duck, the words are in vain, and the laughter is in vain. Just sit down here, I have time anyway.

However, Ao Bing looked at the group of people on Shili Street outside, and he was even more angry! All of them were gray-faced, but they were all looking at themselves like fools, looking at themselves from a distance and snickering?

"Old man. Are you really a deacon of the Divine Pavilion, can you do tricks?"

Zhang Laosan, who was wearing only a pair of pants not far away, finally couldn't help but come up and join in the fun, with a big belly in front of Ao Bing, "That clown and fool Liu in Shili Town is amazing, and he will become a living person! You have to change and show me, this fat man doesn't go to the Divine Pavilion with you, I'll go with you! I don't want money!"

"Let's go too!" A group of half-grown children with no father and no mother on Shili Street also surrounded in groups, coaxing blindly.

For the people of Shili Street, facing the loess all day long, facing the sky with their backs to the sky, eating and drinking is Lazar, and life is boring, so it is not easy to come to a silly old man who is a little interesting. At least you can go to Ten Mile Town to brag.

Ao Bing simply stuck a wisp of beard, closed his eyes, didn't listen or listened, Wang Ba chanted.

"Hey, old man, are you asleep?"

Zhang Laosan didn't seem to be going to let go of Ao Bing, and his big head came up, "Where is your home? I haven't seen you?

Zhang Laosan, who has always watched the excitement and is not a big deal, squatted down directly in front of Ao Bing, stared at a funny puppy, stared at the latter and began to tease the dog, "I met in Ximen County, and I also saw a trickster." I don't know if it's a fairy, that guy is so powerful, invulnerable, he can smash a boulder ten meters away with one palm, it's amazing. ”

"Would you like to try one too?" Zhang Laosan took out a few copper plates from his trouser pocket, kicked them in his hand and played with them, and looked at Ao Bing with a smile, "If you want to become one, these copper plates belong to you! It's definitely enough for you to eat several steamed buns! Look at your skinny skin, haven't you eaten for a long time?"

Burst into laughter.

Under the onlookers of a group of Diao people, as well as Zhang Laosan's ridicule, it can be seen that the old immortal's concentration is extraordinary, his eyes are closed, and he simply ignores it.

Seeing that everyone was laughing, Zhang Laosan teased the dog more and more, and leaned closer to Ao Bing's ear and shouted, "Hey, old man, are you dead? Don't you listen! You can only pretend to be a ghost with fairy wind bones, but you will become one!"

Ao Bing looked like he couldn't listen anymore.

The world's masters were played with as a charlatan by a barefoot Diao Min who stayed at home, and it was no longer a problem.

That's it, the old fairy Ao Bing slowly got up, took a step forward, and disappeared.

The people of Shili Street chanted for a while.

Aunt Chen held her son's arm, stared at the sky in a daze, and exclaimed, "Oh!

"Son, I'm glad you didn't agree to go with him!" Aunt Chen was frightened, and kissed Zhang Zefat on the face.

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When the people of Shili Street finished reminiscing about such a surprising scene and dispersed one after another, Mo Xiaohe came over and approached Zhang Ze and muttered, "It's a pity, this is really a master of the Divine Pavilion." Zhang Ze has to follow him, and in the future, you may be able to practice the ability to open mountains and split seas.

Still afraid in her heart, Aunt Chen, who was still holding her son, looked at Mo Xiaohe with ill intentions and secretly glanced at her. This kid wants to lead his son into the fire pit again?

"Didn't you just fight with the people of the Divine Pavilion a few days ago? What did you think of me?", Zhang Ze still looked careless, he sneered with his hands in his trouser pockets, "Damn me, Zhang Zedignified man!

It's so cool to go to heaven and earth, and of course Zhang Ze, who dragged him to the sky, also wants to learn. It's just that he is in the same vein as his unimportant scholar grandfather Zhang Feng and his stuffy gourd father Zhang Hu, but they are all cheap breeds who value love and righteousness.

"It's dangerous, if you don't go, they are very likely to kill people directly. Mo Xiaohe had to admire in his heart.

The heartless Zhang Ze was not afraid at all, but laughed, "Your sister split the Forbidden City, but they didn't even dare to fart?"

Mo Xiaohe finally stopped talking.

Zhang Hu, who had been silent, still turned his back on his face and sighed quietly. He Zhang Hu wanted to go in back then, but he just couldn't get in. Now this evil fate has been reversed?

An birthday is not there.