Boom!

In the mountains and forests on a rainy night, the scorching light and heat spread layer by layer, like a layer of light shields, isolating large areas of rain.

On the cliff, several people looked at it intently.

I saw the huge rocks slipping down and the mud and sand surging. Before long, the collision stopped with a sad and desperate roar of unwillingness.

A man who was about nine feet tall was holding a giant tiger behind his neck and climbed up the cliff.

The few people on the cliff all shook their faces and couldn't help but take a few steps back before remembering the greeting:

"Let's meet, Mr. Nie!"

Nie Longtian, the first family of Shendu, and the elder of the Nie family, was the leader of the three major worshipers of the imperial court. Seventeen years ago, he was promoted to the Martial Saint.

It is also the nightmare of all the masters of the six gates...

"This thief, God, really changes at will! I licked my face and became a court enshrined for decades for a Taoist fruit. Is there such a beast?"

The big man threw it casually, and the evil tiger, which was still nearly twice as big as an ordinary tiger, landed on its own, making a dull sound of landing.

"Is there any kingly law and any heavenly law?"

"Teacher, uncle..."

"Gan Lin Mother!"

Before Meng Hanguang could go up to see the ceremony, the man had already slapped his backhand and smashed him into the mud:

"I passed the Panlong stick to you, but you actually lost it? I was beaten to this ghost by the little loach from Qingzhou?! Are you a pig?!"

"puff!"

Meng Hanguang did not dare to resist, and slapped ten percent of them. He felt his ears buzzing, and his blood surged, and his spine was a little dislocation.

"Maggot! You are not as good as a maggot!"

Nie Longtian was still angry, and King Kong raised his palm several times, but he still suppressed his anger:

"Tell me, how did you lose? Let your uncle open your eyes and see how our contemporary disciples in the East Gate were beaten into dogs!"

Meng Hanguang stood up with a wry smile, glanced at the trembling subordinates, and before he could speak, Nie Longtian glared back:

"You are afraid of people listening to something embarrassing?!"

"Uncle Master..."

Meng Hanguang did not refute, but just tried to explain the whole story as briefly as possible.

"Gan Lin Mother!"

Nie Longtian became angry when he heard this, and he slapped him again, dazed Meng Hanguang:

"You guys are almost four hundred years old together, and they are beaten to look like this by a little maggot who is less than thirty years old?! I never lost so badly when I challenged Zhang Xuanba back then!"

"puff!"

Meng Hanguang spitted blood on her mouth expressionlessly, and did not get up or wipe it:

"Uncle Master, Master is dead, but my disciple is not old yet. I remember you back then..."

"Go home, mother's egg!"

Nie Longtian glared at him fiercely, and his anger was not gone:

"I'm going to go to Northwest Road. If that kid is not as arrogant as you said, don't blame me for stripping you from the skin!"

call!

The summer rain was not considered cold, but the few people couldn't help but shivered. The person in front of him was really skinned...

"Uncle Master is going to Northwest Road, I'm afraid he's not going to vent his anger for his disciples?"

Meng Hanguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty wants to go out to Beijing to have fun. Although he doesn't want to pay attention, he gives it very much. I just heard that you have been beaten to be disabled, so I'll take a look."

"Your Majesty really wants to lead the army in person?"

Meng Hanguang's expression changed, and the other masters of the Six Gate were also very surprised. Isn't this a rumor?

Is it true?

"That old guy probably has other plans, but it has nothing to do with me. The price is enough and the time is enough. If you go there, you will go there."

Nie Longtian hugged his hands and leaned back his clothes:

"It just so happened that I would like to take a look. Is it a dragon or a worm that crawled out of the bitter and cold land!"

...

...

The bright moonlight drifts through the city walls.

Under the moonlight, a wine table was set up in the courtyard, Qin Si personally cooked, cooked a table of vegetarian dishes, and Yang Yu brought a jar of old wine.

Yulong Temple does not belong to orthodox Taoism. The Taoist is a man who restrains oneself, but does not force his disciples. Therefore, Yulong Temple does not prohibit meat and fish, nor does it avoid drinking or getting married.

Daoren Lin lost his coldness and arrogance of the past. His eyes turned red several times in front of his teacher. He even wanted to kneel down and thank him, but was stopped by Prison Yang.

"Kobayashi, your temper is too tough, which makes you progress leaps and bounds in martial arts, but it will also make you unconsciously go to the rugged road..."

The old Taoist's complexion is much better than before. His whole body is radiant and his white hair turns black. It is no longer the dusk atmosphere before, but instead has the vitality of a towering ancient tree.

Looking at his only remaining disciple, he scolded in a deep voice.

The reason why he forced himself to breathe was to wait for Daoren Lin to come back because he knew the temperament of this little disciple.

If you don’t have your own explanation, you will be a demon heretic.

“What the teacher taught me is.”

Daoren Lin lowered his head and listened, enjoying being scolded by the teacher. The anger in his heart disappeared for a while, and he felt that he was stable and peaceful. His old wounds that had not healed for many years were also suppressed.

"I just hope you can remember it in my heart."

The old Taoist sighed in his heart, but did not scold him much. He then stood up and bowed to Warden Yang:

"I have a life of silence, my friend has trouble."

"Your old advice is remembered in my heart."

Yang Yu avoided the situation.

"One code is one code, your talent is excellent. The old Taoist is just icing on the cake, but you have really saved my life..."

The old Taoist insisted on worshiping, but Yang Yu just avoided it.

Daoren Lin also stood up and thanked the teacher on behalf of the teacher.

Zhao Kun had no choice but to thank him.

While several people refused to each other, Qin Si walked over with a dinner plate and intervened with a smile:

"Master, this dish was learned by my disciples from other places. It is called 'Treat and sweetness'. Please give me some advice and give me some advice."

"All the bitterness is so sweet? A good name, a good name."

The old Taoist sat down with a smile. Although his life was still not long, he naturally felt very good without the bone-breaking pain.

I took a bite and tasted it, and nodded immediately:

"Not bad, not bad! Xiao Si's craftsmanship is no worse than that of the chefs in Liuhe Building. It has a unique taste, good!"

"Brother Yang, uncle, uncle, you can try it too."

Qin Si wiped the sweat from her forehead, and felt indescribable peace and joy.

Although I have already made a choice in my heart, who doesn’t want the elders to agree and wish you blessings?

Yang Yu smiled, knowing her thoughts, and also invited a few people to taste it. The main reason was that Dao Ren Lin.

He actually didn't have a good impression of this person, but he just picked up Qin Si from the dead, and he would have to bear this love no matter what.

He was also pulled back from the brink of life and death by the old man, so how could he not know how important this kind of kindness was?

He can't give up, so how could he bear to choose between Qin Si?

"Um."

Daoren Lin replied in a depressed voice.

He had guessed some of the thoughts of his youngest daughter's family. Although he still felt a little awkward, he couldn't say anything at this time.

This kind of mercy is too great.

With the wine table, Zhao Kun was the most open-minded. He was not a talented person. He had been burdened over the years and felt very depressed.

At this point, I finally lost my burden, and not long after, I was so drunk that I was unconscious.

Maybe he was relieved, or maybe he was drunk, and Daoren Lin no longer cherished his words and asked about Yang Yu Northwest City.

Yang Yu did not hide it, starting from Yanzhou until he entered the city.
To be continued...