"You've been thinking for more than ten breaths. Are you planning to trick me?" A suspicious voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Dao Qiongcang's eyelids trembled, he raised his head calmly, and said with a smile: "How could it be, my Xu."

After a pause, he touched his chin, with aftertaste written all over his face: "I was thinking about the pros and cons of your game just now, and I feel... Tsk, it's of endless use, it's awesome, Mr. Shou."

Xu Xiaoshou scratched his head: "It's strange, you can still explain?"

Dao Qiongcang's heart trembled.

He silently gave himself a hint:

In the future, don’t explain yourself in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

…

"The Relics of God, the end of the show!"

When the curtain call came, Xu Xiaoshou really felt that he was not like a living person, but a character in a drama. After playing a whole scene, he was so tired and exhausted from the fight.

It was rare for him to take a short vacation, so he slumped on the ruined wasteland after the war and emptied his mind for a long time. He didn't think about any plots, dividing the spoils after the war, or thinking about returning home.

The unpredictable Taoist Palace Master hugged the back of his head and lay beside him carefree, looking at the gray sky of the God's Relic.

It's so real that it's a bit unrealistic...

The battles in Yujing City, Changde Town, and Qingyuan Mountain were like a dream, and the two of them got along as if they had never had any enmity before.

Going further...

When Tiansang Ling Palace fought for supremacy and defeated Zhou Tianshen using the sword-drawing style, Xu Xiaoshou would never have thought that one day he would be able to have such a relationship with the Taoist palace master who was high above the clouds on the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

The experience of fighting side by side.

Is it wonderful?

No, cooperating with him is the same as fighting with him, just two words: tired.

"It's like I'm dying."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed at himself, feeling that the sky had turned into evil spirits at this moment, and chopped off his own head with his backhand. When the play ended, the effect was also there, with a long aftertaste that made people think.

Obviously, real life is not a drama, and it doesn't always catch the horse.

"Where's the revolving door?"

Dao Qiongcang turned his head and said with a smile:

"When I was young, I would always like to lie down and watch the sky after being exhausted from a big battle."

"At that time, I was thinking, ah, what virtue and ability do I have to compete with those masters and seniors and trick them to death."

"Are they all playing me, and I am just a supporting role in the world, and will eventually serve as a foil for others; or am I actually really smart, and people are born into different grades, at least there is such a distinction in intelligence?"

Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth and realized that Dao Qiongcang didn't mean to boast, so he rolled his eyes.

You are really annoyed.

Dao Qiongcang turned sideways, curled up his legs, rested his arm on his pillow, and unconsciously dug mud on the ground with his other hand. With his uncle's smile, he began to recall the glorious past:

"At that time, what was the most interesting thing was that I thought I wanted to be the master of the palace."

"Actually, there is nothing worth looking forward to. I feel that the palace master is just like that, but everyone thinks this is a very high position, a bit like 'the best in the world'."

"I think I am capable of it, so I want to prove it to myself. I should be considered okay..."

"Sudden!"

Dao Qiongcang was startled, but he was quite talented as a storyteller. He said with a twist: "I thought so, and the opportunity really came."

"What is it?" Xu Xiaoshou was really curious about how this guy came to power. The story on the Holy Mountain seems to be very exciting. If he killed his brother, it wouldn't be like killing his father.

"Yu Tu carried his sword and fought on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. The seven swords were handed over to the previous palace master, Xiao. It is simply unreasonable."

"Gu Jianxiu is really crazy!"

"Before him, no one dared to do this. Guizhe Holy Mountain didn't even have the so-called 'mountain protection formation', or it could be said that the previous spiritual formation was just a decoration."

"After all, the ten-member council is there, the headquarters of the Holy Temple is there, the Nine Sacrifice Gui is rooted there, and the God Worshiping Willow is there."

"This man must have had his brain kicked and swallowed by a donkey, then pulled out and stuffed back into his head, to do such crazy things, right?"

"But Yutu is such a person." Dao Qiongcang couldn't help but sigh after saying this, as if he still couldn't accept it.

"Single-handed?" Xu Xiaoshou's blood boiled with excitement.

"alone!"

"After killing someone, you let him go? Are you so useless?"

"They ran away." Dao Qiongcang said, frowning and correcting, "But it's 'them', not 'you'. I was just a passerby on the mountain, A, B, B, D...!"

Xu Xiaoshou became interested, turned over, rested his arms on his head, and looked at each other: "Did you witness Yu Tu killing you as the new palace master? Did he see his face? Was it an assassination with a black cloth, or was it a swagger?

Kill?"

"I didn't see it with my own eyes, but it still counts, right?"

Dao Qiongcang was not sure: "Anyway, although I was not at the scene, I could see the scene through the Tianji puppets. The one closest to me at that time was destroyed by my sword energy."

After Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue, his interest became more intense: "Where's the Huachang Deng? The version of the story I heard is that You Tu vented his anger for the Eight Deities, and then he cut down the Huachang Deng and sealed people in the screen candles or something.

Locally, they have been locked up for decades.”

After asking, he said: "Is this allowed to be asked? If we are here to talk about Huachang Deng, he won't find out, right?"

You still pretend to be quite innocent, but it feels like you don’t know anything, just like a blank piece of paper... Dao Qiongcang rolled his eyes:

"He can't hear it."

"After all, the Relics of God are different from the Holy God Continent. There is no ladder to connect the upper and lower realms, and you can call them by their names."

After finishing speaking, he said:

"Actually, as I said, Yutu came so suddenly that no one on the holy mountain was prepared."

"After he killed the palace master, the first person who discovered him was the God Worshiping Willow, and the only thing he chopped down was the God Worshiping Willow."

"Hua Changdeng... he may have sensed the sword's intention from afar, but when he arrived, the tea was already cold."

"Then why does Hua Changdeng shut himself up in the screen candle?" Xu Xiaoshou wrinkled his nose, wondering if Dao Qiongcang was lying.

"Screen Candle Land!"

Dao Qiongtian couldn't bear it.

Do you really want to kill the Holy Mountain?

I'm here to explain something to you, but you can't even figure out the most basic place names. Do you think you don't even know what Shenghuan Palace is?

"Hua Changdeng was not injured by a chop, but by a broken heart."

"He was injured because he did not have a gentleman's battle with the Eight Lords in the ancient sword repair room, bathing, changing clothes, burning incense and worshiping."

"Moreover, because Ba Zunzhen was not in the best condition and fighting against him with the strongest fighting spirit, he defeated the opponent, and then felt complacent that he had won, but later found out that he was just a clown who took advantage of others, so

It hurts more.”

Dao Qiongcang dug out many shapes on the ground with his fingers: "The etiquette of ancient sword cultivators is very complicated. Just like you and Beibei, it's quite hasty. Ninety-nine percent of them have very stubborn tempers and think that something is like that."

, it must be completed according to the unchanging understanding... Do you understand what I mean?"

"I know."

Cumbersome and stubborn.

Xu Xiaoshou knew everything. After all, he was also an ancient sword cultivator, but he just heard this...

"Hua Changdeng seems to be like a man, how could he take advantage of others' danger?"

"Do you know, Dao Xuanji?" Dao Qiongcang changed the topic.

I made it.

It's your sister.

Why are you bringing this up? Does it have anything to do with her?

Xu Xiaoshou felt as if he heard something big, his eyes were bright, and he felt a force to prop up his upper body: "Your sister is really unwilling to do anything. What did she do again?"

"She..."

Before Dao Qiongcang could open his mouth, he suddenly realized that it was a very bad behavior to play cricket behind someone else's back, or even one's own family.

And one of the protagonists of the story may even be present.

He immediately shrank his head and pointed at Xu Xiaoshou's belly: "Isn't Bazunzhen here? Why don't you ask the person involved first?"
Chapter completed!