He felt that he could not keep up with these changes.

The Lord of a Country...

He was going to join the Immortal Sect and become Elder Luo Shizi! From then on, even if this southern country is determined to be the world, who is it?

Above the king of the country, there is also the Taoist Lord of Penglai.

This is a divine right of the king...

I found a master for myself!

He is crazy!

He looked at his nephew, but the latter's eyes did not dodge, and those eyes looked directly at Weihou's eyes.

Obviously, Zhao Ming did not think his choice was wrong.

"I am exhausted, and crises are everywhere in the country. My second uncle is a wise man and cannot be seen. My father and the King of Huainan have the ambition to dominate the world.

Since Gu has taken over this throne, he naturally has to fulfill his elders' long-cherished wish. If he wants to unify the world, he must use force!

The second uncle wanted to use military means to help the orphans achieve great achievements.

Guru now chose the immortal family as the sword in his hand and killed the world without accepting it. It is nothing to do."

The young king said so.

The sound is clear, like a silver plate falling from the rocks, every word hits Zhao Lian's heart.

It was like a guillotine that completely cut off the last complicated feeling in the old man's heart.

He looked at his nephew.

It's just over a year, and the young man in front of me is already so strange.

My lips moved and wanted to say something, but I didn't say it in the end.

The anger, disappointment, shock, pain on Weihou's face, all the feelings were dissipating, and after a few breaths, his breath became smooth.

The complexity in his eyes also disappeared, and he seemed to have accepted all this.

Be calm and composed.

"Haha, my Ming'er has indeed grown up."

Weihou seemed quite happy, twisted his beard and said with a smile:

"I have already made my own decisions and can take on the main pole of the South. I really feel a lot. Since Ming'er has made a decision, I will definitely do my best to help.

Today I am a little tired. I will go back and rest first and wait for the good news."

After saying that, the smiling old man bowed to his nephew and the national master, picked up the battle helmet with his left hand, and strode out of the palace.

"Ahem"

After walking a few steps, he coughed violently.

Removed the hand that covered his mouth, and the palms were covered with red.

"Okay, OK."

The old man forced himself to support him and pushed away the general who was about to support him. He lowered his head, wiped the palm of his palm red, and wiped the armor.

Then turn on the horse.

A force surged and surged in this old body, as if it had caused the severely hit old man to return to his ambitions.

"Now, the old guys from the Tiance Army will be dying of laughter."

Zhao Lian rode on the horse, letting his body move forward with the war horse.

He closed his eyes and whispered:

"He has always looked down on my Zhao family. Now, I look down on myself, for nothing, at the end, I, a traitor, be a loyal minister, and the stolen things...

It's time to go back."

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Farewell to the king, the fairy girl moved the mountain to set foot inside the imperial city.

She carried her oil-paper umbrella and walked into a completely empty hall.

Carved dragons and phoenixes, decorated with quaint and gorgeous halls, the ground is covered with complex patterns, and the wonders of the rising smoke are scattered.

The mist between the virtual and the real lingers around the hall.

No wind.

But the fog changes at all times.

Occasionally, it will turn into rising little dragons, swimming around the hall, and then turn into other auspicious beasts, turning around and moving.

Very magical.

This is the dragon energy, which cannot be seen on weekdays, but it is called by secret techniques and gathered here.

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In the center of the lingering gray fog, a black Zen stick stood in the air, more than ten inches from the ground. It had its own consciousness, and the gray fog was wrapped around it, just like breathing and vomiting.

Close to it.

You can also hear clear, seemingly unchanged roars.

Full of spiritual charm, like a dragon's roar.

Under the Zen Staff, an old monk wearing a monk's robe and a red cassock sat cross-legged.

He turned his back to the door, knocked on the wooden fish in his hand, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

There was no one here, so he must have read it for himself.

"It's not bad."

The fairy looked at it and said:

"Qiulong's soul seems to be about to wake up full. It seems that you, the old monk, have learned very quickly what I teach."

"Well, the old monk Shang has a little wise mind. He didn't disappoint the immortal king, right?"

The old monk stopped Muyu and said with a smile.

"Don't be disappointed or not, I've said it."

Zhishanjun took a few steps forward, leaning on a purple oil paper umbrella, grabbed a wisp of dragon energy and played with it in his hand.

She said:

"I am here to warn you! Old monk."

"My Daojun will kill the enemy in the city tomorrow. He needs dragon energy to gather and transform spiritual power. You are responsible for suppressing dragon energy, so don't make any trouble.

My Taoist lord is like a god and his mind is hard to guess.

If he gets angry, I can't protect you."

The fairy said a few words in a cold voice.

Suddenly, he changed his mind and said:

"Fortunately, you are stingy. If the ancestor knew that I had taught you something you shouldn't have taught before, I would have been greatly punished.

You also need to have snacks. Because I have fought with you several times and we have had a good fight. Don’t cause trouble for me. Forget all those you shouldn’t learn, don’t learn them.

I will not be responsible for learning something."

The old monk closed his eyes and chanted a few verses.

He said:

"No wonder the Immortal Lord has not come to practice with the old monk these days, and it turns out that some guests have arrived.

Don't worry, Immortal Lord, the old monk didn't take the heart of the nonsense you talked nonsense before, such as dragon spirit, arhat golden body, etc.

They are all nonsense as stories from paintings. How can the wise man like the old monk believe it?

But the Immortal Lord is also very sensible, and he is so nonsense and insists on fighting, so he is not afraid of being listened to by those who are interested?"

"What are you afraid of?"

The monkey of the mountain curled his lips and said:

"The ancestor only woke up three points and came to Lin'an. Only a wisp of spiritual consciousness can be used to call the wind and rain. Other fine methods, such as the power of the origin to splash the changes of the sky, are useless."

She complained, saying:

"It's really a headache to have such an unpredictable leader. He is now wandering away from the world of Lin'an and having fun.

What are the brothels and tiles, brothels and gambling houses?

I have visited all the things I should go to and shouldn't go.

Behaving is becoming more and more elusive.
To be continued...