The collision of the gun and the sword made a loud sound like thunder.

Overlord with guns.

It was like a different person.

Strength, skill, all make no difference.

But the oppressiveness is rising incomparably.

Wei Yuan let out a foul breath, and the Chang'an sword in his hand whistled again this time. After the Tie Ying sword shattered, the Tie Ying sword soul flew into the Tang sword at that time, and turned into the new sword now. Yuan and Xiang Hongyu, or Xiang Yu, confronted each other.

Without forcing the use of force to suppress.

The sword could no longer easily restrain the spear.

Yu Ji watched the battle nervously.

Bai Ze squatted there, fetched a basin of water, used local materials to mix, and dyed his hair back. As for why he didn't use mana.

Mana has to be maintained for a long time, it's too tiring, in Bai Ze's view, maintaining a state of change is no different from long-term levator ani exercise, it's better to dye it, casually said:

"Don't look at it, even if it's a return of momentum, but its physical fitness is by no means at the level of the age of gods, it can't be the opponent of the potter, after all... the eternal bravery of the first person in the military situation; the pinnacle sword of a hundred thousand miles from east to west , it is difficult to distinguish between the two in a strict sense.”

"But at this time, of course it's clear who wins or loses in a fight, and a swordsman who is good at fighting alone against a commander who doesn't have soldiers, horses and mounts is simply a bully."

"Hiss... King Yu, how many gold cards have been accumulated in the world? Even the guy who lived in mud has been upgraded from a gray card to a gold card, but there is no shortcut to gain power. He should have eaten a lot Suffering, but speaking of it, King Yu, King Yu..."

"Does he have a good brain?"

"No, King Yu should have the same type of thigh as Xuanyuan."

Bai Ze pondered.

Brain is good?

Just kidding, where is the brain?

The reason why I know so well is naturally because I have tried to hug my thigh before.

With Bai Ze's disposition, a second guy similar to Xuanyuan appeared in the world, how could he not join in the fun?

It was just when he was going to sneak out to hug King Yu's thigh.

Saw Miko Jiao.

And then, there is no more.

Now even white hair can't compare.

Afterwards, he finally found out that King Yu was acting alone, and wanted to join him.

As a result, after the heroic man found him, he ran over with a rope and laughed wildly, shouting loudly while running, his eyes glowing:

"Yuan, Qi, make a fire!"

"I've never seen it before!"

"dinner time!"

Meeting King Yu once was like meeting Taotie.

His son-in-law's.

Baize was so frightened that he had nightmares for several months.

As for the result of this confrontation.

Bai Ze was right.

Wei Yuan stepped back, the energy on the Chang'an sword in his palm rose violently, and he passed the sword in his left hand to his right.

The overlord who has not reached the real peak is still a little immature. Now he is proficient in skills, in terms of pure physical fitness and vigor and blood, he is not as good as his opponent when he confronted in the camp of the Chu army back then. Wei Yuan made a little comparison in his heart.

The edge of the sword touched the ground, and the backhand suppressed the edge of the gun.

"Wait a while, let's go to the old street and have a hot pot."

The sword in the palm cut out.

Belonging to the world's most peak sword burst.

One sword light cold fourteen states.

Win or lose, judge.

……………

Jingle.

The museum was pushed away.

The outside environment is still a bit cold, but the inside of the house is still warm. It is still a cabinet that shows poverty. It is the kind of door and window that has been exposed to the wind and sun for the past 30 to 50 years, and the green paint has cracked and peeled off.

The water ghost lazily played cards with Changcheng.

The girl painter was frantically rushing to draft the manuscript, and the deadline was reached, so she had to do so.

Xiaoqing is not there either.

She was forcibly dragged into the room by the painter, and changed her into various clothes as a model. From time to time, there would be shouts of frustration, such as why, why I am dead, and my waist is not as thin as yours.

For example, is the waist of a snake thin? This is simply cheating, cheating!

How come you have such a thin waist? !

It is said that everything from maid outfits to Lolita to Hanfu has been changed.

In the whole museum, it is still the same as before, which is different from Hetu Luoshu's future, so Jue is relieved. The Taiqi Mountain God behind him is holding a pile of food, all of which are hot pot cooking ingredients. The great monk who eats meat, so there is also a small pot of mushroom soup base and tomato soup base.

"Just now I was still discussing whether I should buy more food, Miss Jue, are you back now?"

Yuanjue, wearing a cooking apron, greeted him in surprise, took the food from Taiqi Mountain God, and felt the power contained in the other person's human body, Taiqi Mountain God raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, this great monk, The strength seems to be stronger than before?

"Miss Jue?"

"Miss Jue? Are you okay?"

Yuanjue called out several times before the girl over there went into a daze and came back to her senses.

As always, he nodded with a smile and said, "It's nothing."

Yuanjue smiled honestly, clasped his hands together, and said: "This is good. If you are restless, you can breathe more and concentrate and have a good rest." When the monk got up, Jue seemed to see another figure in a daze. Qianfan's old monk had gentle eyes.

There is a tombstone in front.

The old monk turned his head and said something.

"The poor monk's life is at the end of his life, and he is here today to visit his old friend."

"Yeah?"

"...Master, tell me, this life is over, but is there any talk about the next life?"

The real Buddhist practice does not cultivate the next life, but the old monk with a very high level of cultivation, with a trace of complexity and compassion, smiled and said affirmatively:

"There will be."

When Jue blinked, the illusion disappeared. It was not just the misty rain somewhere, but someone's tomb, an old monk somewhere, and an old but warm yellow light in front of him. He was a tall and healthy man. Shuo, the great monk whose Buddhist realm has reached the indestructible King Kong.

"Ah Shui, come and help."

"Xiaoqing, go and call Dr. Bai..."

"Who's going to spread the tablecloth?"

"I don't want to shop."

"Then whoever spills the oil bowl and sesame sauce on the table will clean it up by himself."

There was a burst of noise. Compared with those high-ranking and powerful people in the world of practice, what the rules and the airs, the life atmosphere in this museum is more serious. Practice is indeed important, but if you ask the monk, or say Ask the water ghosts, and you can get the answer that practice is important, but eating is also important, sleeping is also important, and happy water is equally important.

The goddess put away the jade book.

"Is it too tired?"

"Or is it too stressful?"

The girl rubbed her brows, puzzled. There were always pictures that seemed to emerge from the depths of her heart, but it was not the kind of situation of being manipulated or maliciously disturbed. It seemed to have forgotten something. Accompanied by the sound of the bell, The clothes on the second floor were forcibly changed, and Xiaoqing, who was wearing a warm-colored skirt, ran out covering her face.

Jue froze for a moment.

A trance-like young girl in Tsing Yi appeared in front of my eyes in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Looking back, I seemed to see the lady of the medical center in white, with an elegant and gentle face, walking across the bluestone slab on the bridge. She was dressed in red and held a sword in her right hand, leading a **** horse. Answer, misty and rainy, walked across the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and passed the lady in white.

Jue stretched out his hand subconsciously.

The misty and misty picture was shattered, and the lady in white with no makeup on and black hair like ink suddenly changed into an intellectual modern woman wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater and a doctor's white coat. She also stretched out her hand to cover Jue's chest The hands and tentacles were cold, and the tone was warm: "Is Miss Jue feeling unwell?"

"It feels like you're a little bit out of your mind today. Are you too tired recently?"

Bai Suzhen smiled slightly, her temperament was intellectual.

She is about 1.73 meters tall, and a loose turtleneck sweater can hardly conceal her plump curves.

Pressed backhand.

Pity.

Well, not Ximai.

But do celestial maidens also have happy pulses?

The white lady was thoughtful, she withdrew her right hand, and put it in the pocket of her white coat. As a cold-blooded animal, she has been suppressed for too long, and coupled with the lack of opportunities, at this moment, although her morality is high, she is a snake that is close to a dragon. But Xiaoqing turned into a dragon instead.

Unfortunately, the little Qinghualong shed its skin.

directly into a small man.

From 1.7 meters to 1.5 meters.

And judging from the growth rate of the dragon species, it is estimated that it will not be able to break through 1.6 meters within a few hundred years.

Although Xiaoqing is secretly drinking milk every day, guaranteeing her practice, plus eight hours of sleep.

It didn't work either.

"Is it really too sleepy?"

Jue was a little hesitant, sat on the sofa and contemplated himself, but couldn't find out where it came from. He could only confirm that it was definitely not an evil method. As the Kunlun Heaven and Earth Qi, Jue was almost immune to all evil techniques. It seems that because the museum is more at ease, she fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, I saw scenes of trance scenes.

It's just that it's all blurry, it seems that someone is blocking the way majesticly.

"Oh, Jue, hurry up..."

"To me, Jiangye thieves, they are nothing. Every scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the old charcoal seller, the little girl selling flowers, and the little brother who makes soup cakes, these are the Song Dynasty, and this It makes me feel that the days of the Great Song Dynasty are also interesting."

There is a familiar and strange person dangling in front of him.

Take off the stars.

Talk about the world of mortals, talk about fireworks in the world.

And the last appointment never came.

It’s just that I don’t know why, but the scenes in this dream are very clear, except for the guy who blocked the way in the street, brought him to watch the world of mortals at night, and the guy who couldn’t make the appointment in the end, he still couldn’t see it clearly .

No matter how hard you try, it's like a layer of fog.

After Jue Sleep woke up, she sat there thinking hard for a long time but couldn't recall it.

It's just such a strange stalk in my heart, watching it first, and suddenly following it.

Going to leave it alone.

Spinning in front of my eyes again.

But if you think about it carefully, you can't find anything.

Finally, I always feel that I seem to think clearly, but it is always close, which makes people very frustrated and aggrieved.

Unknowingly, I thought about it for a full hour.

The street lights outside were on, and it was rare that it snowed again. This seemed to be the effect of the revival of spiritual energy. In the past, there was no such heavy snow here. In the past, who, who is it?

Whose Jiangnan is it, whose avenue is it, who invited it, and who did not come in the end?

Can't remember, can't think clearly.

Who is it, who is it?

yes…

Jingle.

Suddenly, the museum was pushed away, snowflakes swept in, the girl raised her head subconsciously, and saw Wei Yuan, who had gone out early in the morning, and the young man who returned was covered in snow and snow, and the air-conditioning smashed through the warm and confused memory. Suddenly, that picture The blurry face suddenly became clear.

"I, I can't drink anymore, I can't."

The water ghost who was drunk got up, his eyes were drunk, and there was a car passing by on the old street with high beams. The resulting trance unraveled for the last time.

Reflecting in the mirror, it seems like an illusion. This place seems to be Jiangnan. The monks behind are gentle. The lady in the medical center in white took her sister's hand and walked across the stone bridge. .

Next to it is an old tree tied with red silk.

The vendors left in all directions.

‘This rain is so heavy, how did it come? '

‘Oh, it’s bitter, let’s go, let’s go. '

The vendors and pedestrians in the surrounding background walked into the blur like white mist~lightnovelpub.net~ The rain slapped on the bluestone bricks, and after a while, there was only a quiet area, only the girl left.

The girl in the rain was caught in a daze, and Guiren was stunned when he finally waited, and then smiled naturally and warmly:

"I'm back."

…………

On the old street, the two stopped.

The Overlord of Western Chu held the wine in his right hand.

Wu Anjun Bai Qi held the wine in his left hand.

The snowflakes seemed to be frozen in the void.

PS: Today's second update...Jiangnan chapter is officially over, and the flowers are scattered, and the lover returns.

Happy Laba Festival everyone.

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