Chen Pingan suddenly stood up, his vision suddenly became clearer, and he respectfully clasped his fists towards a visitor in the distance.
The boss, Sword Immortal, is no longer here, and he is equivalent to half a guest and half a host of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Of course, he needs to help entertain the guests.
Chen Pingan glanced around and saw an unexpected old man appearing on the vast land in the south.
Chen Ping'an had no idea what kind of magical power the other party had used to directly make the landscape restrictions carefully set up by Jiazi Zhang become useless.
Once the realms are too different, it is useless to think too much.
I really envy the old man who cut off his eyes and left them in two worlds. The world is so big. If you want to travel far away, where can you go? If you want to go back to your hometown, who can stop you? If you want to thank guests behind closed doors, who dares to come?
at home?
Sure enough, this is how you should climb to a higher level in cultivation.
When Long Jun saw this person suddenly appearing, he felt a little solemn as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
A gray robe floated to the top of the southern city, and a vague figure was condensed with sword energy. Lord Long did not speak a word, but just stared at the only exception in the wild world.
This old blind man with perverse temperament has been abiding by the rules for thousands of years. He just guards his one-third acre of land. He likes to drive the taboo demon and the golden-armored god to move hundreds of thousands of mountains, saying that he wants to build a
A clean and unobtrusive picture of mountains and rivers.
Long Jun was wary of this person, but not at all in awe of him. In fact, Long Jun and the old blind man had known each other for a long time, and they knew each other well. They were once good friends. However, they were both old, but they could not become old friends in the end.
.
Li Zhen was more sensible. When he saw something bad, he was worried about the consequences of the fight between gods and immortals. He immediately ran away with his sword without saying a word. He went all the way north and even hid directly at the gate. He joked with the man holding the sword and finally asked Zhang Lu if he had any
Drink wine.
The Great Sword Immortal Zhang Lu, who was sitting cross-legged on the horse-tethering post, threw a pot of Yulong Sect's Immortal Wine to Li Zhen, saying that it was sent by Xiao Xun's entrustment. You should drink it sparingly. I am just swallowing it now.
It's like mud and has accumulated more than two hundred jars.
Li Zhen felt that the customs and customs of later generations in the Sword Qi Great Wall were really ruined by foreign scholars like A Liang and Yin Guan. Nowadays, their sword skills are not very good, but they are more talkative than the others.
Li Zhen leisurely drank wine, bent his fingers, and lightly tapped the horse-tethered column, "In front of the door and behind the door, there are a total of four pillars. In history, dragons, oxen, horses, and apes have been tied up respectively. It's a pity that we have to overcome this gate for the time being.
Otherwise, that old man Yuan Shou Ling Ling has been coveting it for thousands of years. If he passed by this place before, he would definitely break one of the pillars and put the other three pillars in his pocket."
Zhang Lu said with a smile: "In the final analysis, it's not the concubine who is looking up that can't beat your master."
That Yuan Shou was one of the Great Demons of the Throne. He wielded a sword and carried a long stick on the battlefield. His arms were as long as those of apes. His hands were filled with rough stones. They were all majestic mountains that had disappeared out of thin air in the history of the wild world. They were first aliased.
Yuan Shou's great demon was moved away with his natal magical power, and then carefully refined into a bracelet of stone beads.
This time Yuan Shou went to Haoran Tianxia, and he had already visited Tongye Continent in the southeast and Fuyao Continent in the southwest. Everywhere he went, any hilltop with the Patriarch Hall, no matter how big or small, was smashed with a stick.
Li Zhen jumped onto another cattle-tethering post at the gate, sat cross-legged like the great swordsman Zhang, drank a sip of wine, and thought about how to trick him into getting a second pot.
Zhang Lu asked: "The big moon in your family is one less. I went back and forth twice on credit before, and my breath was bad. Why, she had a fight with Chen Ping'an? She looks seriously injured."
Li Zhen nodded and said regretfully: "It's just a small loss. Sister Qiangyue is so powerful. Beating the 11th one at the bottom is not easy. She was really angry. She beat Master Yin Guan to his knees in just three or two blows.
I kowtow to the ground and call my aunt. A lifetime of fame has been ruined in one day. Fortunately, not many people have seen this, just me and Long Jun. And I am the kind of person who is tight-lipped and likes to keep things to himself, unless... someone
Invite me to drink and chat a little longer."
Zhang Lu smiled and said: "I shouldn't give you wine."
Li Zhen said: "I heard that you and Chen Pingan are old acquaintances? Have you met many times?"
Zhang Lu patted the dragon stake under his buttocks and said, "As a gatekeeper, don't foreigners coming and going have to meet me?"
In the original Thirteenth War, Zhang Lu was defeated and was demoted to guard the gate here.
Li Zhen raised his head and looked at the sky, put the wine bottle in his hand gently on the top of the pillar at his feet, and suddenly laughed in his heart: "Look at the gate, Brother Zhang Lu is right, but not entirely right. He chopped it off and finally left
It’s not without reason that I landed in your hometown. And the little Taoist boy seems to have thrown a futon casually and sits near this ox-tethering post every day, passing the time. There is a way and a law to follow."
Li Zhen turned his head with pity on his face, "You always seem to be so uneasy, so it's not a good idea to always end up like this."
Zhang Lu actually threw a pot of Luhua Island's stored fairy wine to Li Zhen.
Li Zhen smiled in surprise and said: "I thought I would never be able to drink the immortal brew of Zhang Dajianxian again."
Zhang Lu said: "It's so rare to tell a few truths from the truth. You should have wine to drink."
Li Zhen placed the jug with wine and the empty jug at his feet, one on the left and the other on the right. He looked a little sad for the first time and murmured: "It is better not to remember than to remember, and it is better not to know than to know."
Only those who are truly knowledgeable and have attained the Dao will truly be afraid of the impermanence of the Dao.
Zhang Lu smiled and said: "It seems that Chen Ping'an defeated Qiangyue, which makes you feel bad."
Li Zhen looked at his hand and smiled at the great swordsman who was drinking: "In the past, I wandered beside the osmanthus tree and lowered my fishing hook for human poetry. Now I raise my head and look at the bright moon. The land swordsman drinks the heavenly fortune. To suit the occasion, I will write a poem
Doggerel Let’s have a glass of wine with you. Don’t leave an old friend without a broom.”
Zhang Lu waved his hand and said: "Get lost."
Li Zhen sighed and had no choice but to open the pot of wine, raised his head and chatted with Huan Bo in silence.
I don’t know what the old blind man wanted when he came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
If the old blind man and the dragon king fought risking their lives and caused the river bed to change its course, chaos would become even more chaotic.
What does it have to do with me to laugh at the truth?
Li Zhen cried again, why am I here?
Zhang Lu glanced at the young swordsman, and it seemed that Chen Ping'an still couldn't get any advantage.
The young hidden official who had been trapped in one place for a long time did not lose his mind, but the disciples of Tuoyue Mountain who were completely free were about to go crazy.
Chen Ping'an did not stand on the top of the high city all the time. He took a step forward and fell sharply. He wanted to fall straight to the ground, but he never thought that before his feet touched the ground, he received a sword from Lord Long without any warning.
Longjun, the old dog is too vengeful.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to change his mind slightly and appeared in the strokes of a large character on a city wall closest to the ground.
Try to stay as close as possible to the old man.
It is too disrespectful to speak to an old senior at the top.
Whether the seniors care or not is a sign of their magnanimity. Whether a junior cares about something or not is a sign of their tutoring etiquette.
This is not only true for the boss swordsman and the old blind man, it is true for Chen Ping'an in all corners of the country.
There was a listless old dog lying at the old blind man's feet. He was bored and raised a dog's paw to gently scratch the ground.
Chen Ping'an just couldn't break the ban on the Jiazi tent, otherwise he would definitely call Senior Long Jun from the bottom of his heart to come and see his relatives, the one on the ground.
The old blind man first said to Long Jun: "If you don't want to fight, I will have a few words with Mr. Yin Guan."
Long Jun nodded.
Although the old blind man has a bad temper, he can always trust what he says.
Then the old blind man turned his head and said, "Which one is more comfortable for you to speak, the dialect of the Sword Qi Great Wall or the elegant dialect of the wild world?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Follow your seniors."
The old blind man smiled. Chen Qingdu really liked this kind of junior who was round on the outside and square on the inside, who seemed to be easy to talk to.
Chen Qing doesn't like to talk to others about his true feelings, and he has done so since ancient times.
Just like A Liang crawled all the way in his early years, sneaked up the mountain, and showed off blindly in front of his house, saying that a man who only likes to drink alone must have many stories.
Of course, in addition to boasting and flattering, A Liang said that the hosts and guests were all men with stories, and he also wanted to deceive some old people from his side.
old things.
The old blind man didn't even allow him to fulfill his wish. As for the wine that A Liang came to bring, it was nothing if he didn't drink it.
The old blind man suddenly kicked the old dog at his feet and cursed: "If you have ascended to the realm, how can you never see money if you don't have money?! Or is there shit on the ground to eat?"
The old dog was almost able to dig out a lost magic weapon of acceptable quality from the depths of this battlefield site.
After a few rolls and a whimper, it simply lay on the ground and stopped moving.
Chen Ping'an smiled as usual, it was true that a great demon in the Ascension Realm and a junior in the Nascent Soul Realm were competing for some natural and earthly treasure to gain face.
The sickly old dog opened his eyelids and glanced at the young hidden official in a bright red robe. He heard from the swordsmen who were visiting the mountain that this young man is the master of picking up money. You old blind man
You are really blind. Instead of scolding outsiders, you scold your own dog.
The old blind man asked the young man in the most elegant language of the wild world: "How do you know the hiding place of Xieyue? She has been hiding in Tuoyue Mountain for a few years, so she should not be in the summer palace.
Archival record.”
"Junior is taking a gamble!"
Chen Ping'an didn't even bother to use his heartfelt voice and said directly: "I almost sacrificed the three worlds, big and small, at the same time. Shengyue was still calm and composed. She didn't even choose to rely on her natal moon spirit to break through the formation arrogantly and exchange the avenues with me.
So she gave me the answer almost for free, and she was also betting that I couldn't find her. I maintained three large formations at the same time, which required a loss of spiritual energy, but she could do that Heart Moon Wall Viewing, so why not
for."
Chen Ping'an gently clenched his fist and struck his heart, and said with a smile: "Far away in the sky and close in front of us. What is closer than in front of us is of course our own state of mind as Taoists. We have all seen the bright moon, so there is a bright moon in our hearts, or it is bright.
Or dim, even if it is just an afterimage of the lake in the heart, it can be the best hiding place for Qiangyue. Of course, the premise is that the realm of Qiangyue and his opponent are not too different, otherwise he will fall into a trap. When he meets a junior, Qiangyue
Yue can be so supportive, but if she meets a senior, she will never dare to act so recklessly."
The old blind man nodded.
Compared to Chen Qingdu when he was younger, he was much more thoughtful.
At that time, among the many sword cultivators in the world, the one who watched and thought the most, and planned before taking action, while Long Jun could only shout and kill, showing off his sharp edge. When Chen Qingdu was drawing his sword, he liked to open his eyes the most, looking at the world and the sky.
You have to learn everything. As for your brain and heart, it seems that at the same age, they are really not as advanced as the hidden official in front of you.
So there is no good scholar.
The old blind man asked again: "What if I want to break your weird flying sword into pieces even though I am willing to pay for one or two of the life moon souls?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and finally said from the bottom of his heart: "If she can't do it, I'll just let her go. I will remove the bird in the cage and only keep the moon at the bottom of the well. In the worst case, I will use a Five Thunder Seal."
In exchange for her one or two cents of moon soul, she came to help me temper the flying sword Jing Diyue. Even so, in the end the transaction was not a loss but a profit."
With the pure essence of the bright moon in the sky, the moon at the bottom of the well, sharpening the edge of the sword, even if Chen Ping'an just thinks about it now, he feels that if there is a chance to reunite with Qiangyue in the future, both parties can still give it a try.
In fact, Chen Pingan was not too obsessed with whether he could keep the credit at that time.
Especially through the manifestation of certain avenues when using the flying sword to shatter the moon, Chen Pingan roughly learned that Qiangyue rarely killed people in Haoran World, and Chen Pingan had no excessive murderous intentions.
Earlier, Shenyue had just arrived at the city and regarded her as a monster in the wild world.
Of course, Chen Ping'an killed them as fast as he could, because he was still on a big battlefield, and what Chen Ping'an faced seemed to be the entire army of monsters in the wild world.
But when it turned into a veritable fight, Chen Pingan immediately changed his mood.
What's more, Chen Ping'an was also worried that Qiangyue would become angry out of humiliation and return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in his true form to fight him to the death.
So he finally stopped and only intercepted half of her moon soul.
Chen Ping'an thought of this and raised his head to look at the sky. The sun, moon and stars were moving in a regular way. It was originally the void where the moon was used to practice Taoism. She picked the moon and brought it to the human world. There was a bright moon at the twenty-twentyth day of the month. I got one of them. Very good.
Contented.
If it were placed in the middle-grade lotus root blessed land in my hometown, there would be an extremely bright moon hanging in the sky. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon would be full of flowers, and people would gather together under the full moon.
Every year on August 15th, the full moon is like a big mirror. Everyone in the blessed land of the world can look at the moon like looking at the mirror. Apart from themselves, they can see everyone they want to see.
Of course, it was agreed that Chen Ping'an would give it to the founding disciple as a gift for breaking through the martial arts realm, and Chen Ping'an was not reluctant to part with it.
On the ground outside the city, the old blind man still nodded slightly.
Although this hidden official's status as a scholar is unavoidably an eyesore, a young man is smart enough and there is nothing wrong with him. It would be better if he could hope for a better world.
In history, there was once a scholar who was a novelist in the world. He first traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and then to the Shiwan Mountains. He was of high seniority and had a decent level of cultivation. After finding the old blind man, he spoke with certainty, saying that we scholars put pen to paper.
We only need to write about how real the world is, we only need to write about the miserable things in the world, how the reader feels, and we will never be responsible. Whether the reader is desperate or even more desperate or numb, let alone care, is to let everyone know how unbearable and unbearable the world is.
Unbearable...
As a result, the old blind man, who was tired of hearing this, slapped him half to death regardless of the situation.
It's not that the old blind man was angry at those words. There are many avenues, you can follow them as you wish. It's not that the son is not a disciple, the old blind man is too lazy to care.
It's just that when you come to the door of my house in the mountains, you break the rules first and dare to come empty-handed, so you have to leave something behind.
The reason why he was only half-dead was not because the old blind man was merciful, but because the old novelist rushed over, rescued the remaining soul of the other party, and brought it back to the vast world.
There was also a Liang who was gloating about his misfortune, with an expression on his face like "I didn't do anything."
Later, when A Liang left and returned, he rarely drank and spoke a few words. He said that no matter how well written a masterpiece like this was, it was still not good enough. He was still a coward, trying to get readers to share the unbearable suffering in his heart.
The old blind man asked him why he didn't write it himself.
That bastard just leaned against the firewood gate, ran his hands through his hair, and said that I had seen too many novelists who wrote without writing. In the world, they only wrote about life, shining brightly. Long stories lasted for thousands of years, and short stories were short.
decades.
Seeing that the senior was silent for a long time, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but ask: "Senior, do you have something to ask the junior to do when you come here this time?"
The old blind man put away his thoughts and shook his head, "I just came to take a look."
That old dog only dared to murmur in his heart, and the old blind man lost all his eyes, just look at your uncle.
It kind of misses that shitty A-Liang. Only when the old blind man meets that guy will he be more helpless.
Chen Pingan suddenly bowed and saluted.
The old blind man smiled and said, "Why, are you trying to encourage me to work harder?"
Chen Pingan straightened up and said, "The juniors are grateful to the seniors for their great disappointment, but they can be disappointed alone for ten thousand years."
As the old saying goes, towering mountains are caused by uneven nature.
This old man, who has been imprisoned for ten thousand years, feels even more deeply grievances.
The old blind man nodded, raised his skinny hand, scratched his cheek, and smiled for the first time, "Very good, I almost couldn't help but beat you to death. You are indeed smart enough, and you know how to cherish blessings. Otherwise, I guess there would be no need for a dragon."
Jun and Liu Cha are here to cause trouble for you."
Chen Pingan smiled bitterly.
This old man who made the boss Sword Immortal make two special visits does not seem to be a joker.
The old blind man turned and left.
Really just come here to have a look and chat a few words.
As for the old blind man and Long Jun, he has nothing to say, and the other party must be the same. They were old friends in the past, but they are now strangers.
The old dog who had ascended to the realm was following behind the old blind man.
Long Jun also dissipated and returned to an empty suit.
Gray robe.
Chen Pingan suddenly shouted: "Old senior, how is A Liang?"
The old blind man didn't turn his head and said: "Being a bastard who supports the mountain is very happy."
Chen Ping'an was both worried and relieved. It seemed that if he wanted A Liang to come often when he was free, he wouldn't have to think about it for the time being.
Chen Pingan's last glance showed that the landscape restrictions had been reopened, but what he saw in his mind was Tuoyue Mountain, facing the Jianqi Great Wall far away. The mountains and rivers were very different, and the old friend was fine.
I want to drink again.
Chen Pingan first secretly took out a jug of wine from Feijian Fifteen, and then sneakily moved it to Qiankun Xiaotiandi in his sleeve. As soon as he took out the jug from his sleeve, and was about to take a sip, the jug was knocked away by Long Jun with a sword.
Smash it with the drink.
Chen Pingan was accustomed to it. He disappeared in a flash and returned to the city. He walked like the student, his shoulders and sleeves swayed together, and he loudly said that the stinky tofu was delicious, and it must be even more delicious with the stewed old dog meat.
A must.
Chen Ping'an didn't know clearly. He couldn't see the world outside the Sword Qi Great Wall.
But the old blind man could clearly "see" the scenery at the top of the city.
The old dog took advantage of the old blind man's good mood and muttered: "I didn't provoke him, but after we only met him once, he started to miss my body. It's hateful."
The old blind man sneered and said: "You are worthy of provoking the hidden officials of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Who can borrow your courage?"
The old dog didn't dare to refute, but only dared to wag its tail obediently and beg for mercy.
On a piece of land thousands of miles away from Tuoyue Mountain, the place where the old blind man stopped had been temporarily designated as a forbidden area.
There was a jug of fine wine lying on it. The old blind man deliberately left this thing here.
The big demons stationed at Tuoyue Mountain did not move the wine pot, but turned a blind eye and left it alone on the ground.
Even though it was determined that the pot of wine was not unusual at all and was just an ordinary pot of wine, there was still no big demon to touch it.
For thousands of years, in the barbaric world, the strong are respected.
The old blind man who was separatist was one of the fourteen realms in the world.
In today's wild world, after that Xiao Xun walked through the abyss of the ancient well, there was another person. However, she combined the wild world with luck, not purely with the flying sword of her destiny.
The Fourteenth Realm is too mysterious and unpredictable, and no one can ask what the difference between the two is.
In fact, you can ask A Liang at the foot of Tuoyue Mountain, but who dares to provoke him, adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury? Do you really think that he can't live without Tuoyue Mountain?
Tuo Yueshan and A Liang are not only repressive, but also a kind of delicate situation in which the water in the well does not interfere with the river.
After all, it was A Liang who didn't want to give up that road and came to ask Jian Tuo Yueshan.
A great demonic female cultivator, who is Li Zhen's senior sister according to her seniority, has a beautiful appearance and figure that is all over the world, and came to the chaotic void under Tuoyue Mountain.
She looked at the Confucian scholar sitting cross-legged from a distance, with a huge number of golden words as a futon, quite like an outsider who came here to use the mountain to practice Taoism.
She couldn't understand why this man would make such a choice. Mr. Zhou Wenhai of the World once explained to her the true meaning of "If you don't do it for yourself, the sky will destroy you."
So she didn't understand A Liang's self-destructive behavior even more.
When the slovenly man saw the female cultivator from Tuo Yueshan, he immediately sat up straight and asked, "Sister with new makeup, why are you still wearing the same makeup as when we first met?"
The female demon with a new name and make-up used her memory to think back, then frowned and said, "Fuck you!"
Is your own nonsense hitting a brick wall?
A Liang was not afraid of this situation the most, and said with an affectionate face: "It seems that Sister Xinzhuang still remembers our first meeting, which greatly comforts my heart. There are some good men that Sister Xinzhuang will remember for a hundred years."
"
Xin Zhuang sneered: "If you had another choice, how many swords would you use to hack me to death?"
A Liang was a little shy. The old woman was so good at talking about naughty things that I couldn't bear it.
Xinzhuang didn't understand the deeper meaning, and just thought that this man was wandering thousands of miles again, distracted by controlling the sword's will, suppressing the void phenomenon at the feet of both sides.
A Liang felt that the opportunity was rare and had to use his trump card.
It's a rare reunion. My handsome appearance is still the same, and my swordsmanship is better. I think that sister is used to it, so let's do something about the talent and beauty.
A Liang coughed and moistened his throat.
Wu Wuxiang Xinzhuang sneered and said: "Shut up."
This man once traveled the wild world alone with a sword. Because he kept getting into trouble, many great demons had seen his sword-wielding posture with their own eyes.
While supporting his waist with both hands, he recited poems loudly, euphemistically calling him the Sword Immortal, the Poet Immortal and the Feng Liu. You must know that behind him, he was also following the spells and bombardments to continuously chase and kill the big demon.
A Liang sighed, a beautiful woman cannot understand the charm, and the worst thing is to let the beauty down and let her husband down.
Xin Zhuang asked: "You have such a realm, why don't you cherish it?"
A Liang said: "I can answer sincerely, but Sister Xinzhuang also needs to listen to my words first."
Xinzhuang nodded.
As expected, there was no surprise at all.
I saw the man clapped his knees with his hands, smiled and recited poetry.
He didn't smile much, and his voice was not soft, "This is my original farewell song, Aliang."
The road to Shu is difficult, so I will drink wine, and my sleepwalking mother Tianmu will sing "Don't stay".
The pipa is played, the song of everlasting regret is played, and the ancient grass is used to say goodbye.
In mourning for the king and his grandson, who have no family to leave, the painting is presented to General Cao.
"If it weren't for the title, it would actually be pretty good if I changed it to the Ni Gong Mountain and worked with a negative salary, facing the moon for 150 days and nights."
"Wash the soldiers and horses, give flowers to the queen, and walk alone by the river to find quatrains. Well, it seems better to watch the water in Sanchuan instead."
"My dear, my thoughts are flowing like a spring, and it's like a wheel that can't stop. It's so powerful."
Xinzhuang said: "Have you had enough nonsense?"
Finally, A Liang nodded, with a half-smiling look on his face. He put his hands on his knees and said to himself: "What a good Jia Sheng was left alone after crying. What a drunk man who fell off his horse and fell off his horse. Don't laugh. Invite me."
Bring your wine and watch."
Xinzhuang waited quietly for the answer.
Why don't you, Aliang, cherish the Fourteenth Realm of a sword cultivator so much?
"Because I cherish this hard-won Fourteenth Realm."
Ah Liang did not act rogue, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Sister Xinzhuang is not young and has traveled too little, so she doesn't understand. After all, it's hard to make love with someone who is not a swordsman."
Xinzhuang remained silent.
Regardless of whether he is a swordsman or a swordsman, everyone in the world will recognize him.
Only this man tries too hard to "pretend" to be a gentle man, which is really annoying. I always feel that there is no need to do this, just to be your sword fairy.
Xin Zhuang once asked Mr. Zhou how he would choose if there were many people like A Liang in the world.
Mr. Zhou said with a smile, then I will not come to your hometown, and the reason why A-Liang is A-Liang is because there is only one A-Liang.
According to legend, the reason why A Liang was armed with a sword and went on many rampages in the wild world was actually to find the "Jia Sheng" who Zhou Mi had failed to achieve in the world in the past and had to cry with ghosts and gods.
But Zhou Mi never wanted to see him.
Ah Liang suddenly stood up, with a solemn look on his face, and recited in a deep voice some words from a book that he had received early from his great divine will after studying in his youth.
His eyes are thousands of miles away, his mind is wandering in the wilderness, his courage is unparalleled, and the heavens are proud of him.
The clouds are steaming, the dragons are changing, and the trees are blooming in spring. I am the creator of my heart and my hands.
All of A Liang's words turned into golden words as big as mountains, smashing into the abyss under the golden futon.
The text further reveals the golden dragon, spring breeze, tree flowers, appearing and disappearing in the white clouds, suppressing the evil spirit rising into the sky.
A Confucian sage is a man of great uprightness. He speaks of the Constitution of Heaven and follows the law when he speaks.
Extremely deep underground, there was the movement of the earth collapsing, as if the road was blocked and had to retreat temporarily, but the remaining momentum still slowly spread to the golden futon.
That new makeup just feels thrilling.
The man wiped his head with both hands, and asked the big girl from Tuoyue Mountain with a smile: "Scholar, are you fierce or not?!"