Museum of Demons

"Go on, go on! Why are you counseling you!"

"Fuck, old man Zhang, calm down, calm down... Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

"Wait for you!"

"The man has a sword in his hand, and he will force the five mountains to cover the Chicheng!"

"Look at my five kills!"

Accompanied by the sound of interlacing weapons and the sharp and high sound effects of killing, the screen in the hands of the old master turned into gray, and even the old man seemed to be burned out. Kind of wise eyes stared at the screen deeply, as if this was his lover.

There is no doubt that this sentence was lost again.

Lin Shouyi sneered, "Tianshi Zhang, what do you think, please tell me what you think."

The old Taoist was silent, weak and weak: "I really feel that I can fight back."

"Kill you ass!"

The old master of the Shang Qing sect directly exploded with a foul language.

He glanced at the red failure, and the corner of his eyes jumped.

The soft-eyed Tianshi, who was said to have no temper by his old friend, shrank his neck, and said with a dry smile: "Yes, yes, it's a fart or a fart, old man Lin, calm down." The old Taoist poured a cup of tea for his friend. , And then very awkwardly knocked the back and shoulders of the only friend who was in a row for twenty consecutive knees and was willing to play games with him.

You know it up and down on Longhu Mountain.

This old master who has survived more than two lives is good-tempered. He always carries sweets in his arms. Any little Taoist can get candy that can't be eaten from him. If you want to ask the old Taoist Taoist priest, He will happily explain to you.

Of course, other than that, the game thief pulls the smelly, obviously he is very blocking, and he likes to rush forward.

For example, he likes to eat spicy food, such as an avid cat slave.

It seems that I often take heart medicines recently.

Another example is that he is particularly fond of drinking and is not allowed to drink by the little Taoists up and down the Dragon Tiger Mountain. If he is caught by the little Taoist priests while drinking, he has to hand it over honestly. There are many little Taoists on Longhu Mountain. The experience of hide-and-seek with this old master.

The old celestial master sighed and didn't know what was wrong.

The teammate who often ranked with him recently didn't even go online today.

It seems that he is going out to play another game. He has lost a teammate who is the same as himself. The old master has to be ranked first in the friends list. When will that guy come back, just Someone is there to accompany you.

Sit back to the position, and laughed and said, or another round?

Lin Shouyi was helpless.

The old master is the kind of guy who is addicted to food and vegetables in the legend.

Just about to say another round, Zhang Ruoxu lowered his head and saw that the phone trembled again, a special tone, which represented a message from a museum owner who was not doing business, and the old Taoist face froze. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Here again? !

You've all gone abroad, what else can you shell out?

I am so old, but I have long been immune to your'attack'!

Old Dao lowered his head, and a line of words appeared in his eyes—"Tao's ancestors shed and return to the country."

Zhang Ruosu’s first reaction was—

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The tomb of my Patriarch Longhushan is well protected!

He blurted out directly:

"Go, A Xuan, go to the Patriarch's Tomb and see..."

It was only the second second to realize what it was.

The voice of the old Taoist stopped abruptly.

Wait…

Daozu? !

Not Patriarch, Dao Patriarch?

Zhang Ruosu's expression was stagnant, then he bounced on the spot and jumped up directly, muttering: "Daozu, Daozu..."

"Old Tan?"

"The west?!"

Lin Shouyi removed the pot of tea and came back, looking at the old man who seemed to be electrified in doubt, clicked on the match at will, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Really, every time there is a big event, there is calmness, I don't know what to say about you."

Zhang Ruosu took a deep breath, with a blank face, and said:

"Taozu, that kid Wei Yuan, dug out the legacy of the ancestor..."

"Huh?! When did this kid learn the nine skills of seeking dragons and asking acupoints? Wait... Patriarch, that's not right, Zhang Daoling Patriarch Tianshi is clearly..."

Lin Shouyi's face was stagnant, and he murmured:

"Is that Patriarch?"

"is that."

"The biggest one?"

"The biggest one."

"Fuck!"

Lin Shouyi, who had always been gentle and elegant, stood up abruptly, his heart felt suffocated, as if out of breath, and then jumped quickly, his lips trembled: "Lao Tan, Li Er...the real Taoist patriarch?!"

There is no Sanqing compiled later, and there is no other one of this and that one.

That is the beginning of all Tao.

It is the prototype of the real moral god.

Too great!

Two veteran Taoists who were more than two hundred years old stayed like a wooden chicken, Zhang Ruosu slowly got up:

"Old Lin."

"I have to trouble you to inform other Daoist disciples."

Lin Shouyi's face changed slightly.

Zhang Ruosu took out the Heavenly Master’s order from his arms and put it on the table, saying in a gentle voice: “Three caves, four auxiliary, seven jade pivots are the main ones. Those who are above disciples, if they are not performing official duties, all go to the West with swords and jade charms."

"Where to go?"

"Hangu Pass, the remains of the ancestor Ying."

Zhang Ruosu said: "You will lead the team."

Lin Shouyi held the decree of the celestial master in both hands, and said, "Respect the decree of the celestial master."

"Wait, what about you?"

He reacted.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, "I'll pick him up."

He has a good temper, with sugar in his sleeves. When he smiles, he squinted his eyes. The old Taoist who has never won a game gestured his palms and said softly: "That might be more troublesome along the way. Guan, of course we junior disciples will also pick him up, Sanxiang God or something, not good guys."

"As for the seal here, there is that celestial woman here, there is no problem."

Daomen Tianshi took off the Daomen gray robe on his body, put it on the table, and turned and walked out.

One step was thunderous.

The lotus pond in the back mountain is full of dragons and tigers, and the purple gold lotus on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain inside is silent and open for the second time. Lin Shouyi is in a daze. I saw the scene I saw when I was young.

It was the Taoist Sword Fairy who walked back to China with a sword in the world.

There are also those eyes that are ruthless and indifferent in Dadao.

When I was young, Kuang was also proud, with a sword in his hand, daring to turn the world over.

One sword defeated every door.

Come to the heavenly master.

Recalling that year, the old Sect Master of the Shang Qing Sect couldn't help whispering:

"Nine is the clothes, the wind is the horse, the king of clouds is coming down one after another..."

"Tigers, drums, sorrows, and carriage return, the immortal people are like a line of hemp."

He still remembered that a sword immortal dressed in a blue shirt sealed his saber.

Only occasionally, the Taoists in the night would hear the sound of sword gas neighing in the clear night.

At that time, the sword energy pouring out of the sheath was as cold as a moonlit night and penetrated into the bones.

"Kill too many creatures, it's an unknown sword."

The graceful sword fairy smiled and whispered: "I can still feel their souls neighing inside the sword body. If my sword is out of its sheath, it will definitely kill something, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I will keep guarding. They are unwilling to soul."

"I will be so."

If it talks about the foundation of Taoism, it is enough to be like Zhang Daoling; and if it talks about swordsmanship, it is not inferior to Tang Lu Dongbin, the five elements of thunder method, and the heavens, the first true cultivation in Taoism in thousands of years, the land is true immortal, directly in the last era A Taoist, a celestial master who has changed the rules of an extraordinary age in the world.

"Zhang Ruosu..."

Lin Shouyi's heart was shaken and it was extremely complicated.

"Are you finally going down the mountain?"

Land fairy...

He lost his eyes.

Then he saw the domineering and stubborn celestial master hurriedly coming back, walking quickly while embarrassingly said: "What, forget, forget..." He went straight to his bedroom and just squatted like a toad. On the ground, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it for a bit, then pulled out a baggage, turned it over, didn't find it.

Finally, from a gap in the wall, he found his saber.

Holding the hilt in both hands, one foot on the wall.

The sword was pulled out with the effort.

The old man said embarrassingly: "Forget, one or two Jiazi haven't used the sword."

"Ahem, what, Lao Lin, I'll go one step ahead."

"You take someone behind and hurry up, let's come back and play the game, don't worry, make sure you don't pit it."

Lin Shouyi, who was immersed in the memory of the incomparably powerful young sword fairy, had a pale face for a while, and couldn't help but want to explode, the first sword fairy who fart, go, so the old heavenly master rolled down the mountain like a real fart. He promised to buy sugar for the little Taoist priest, and promised not to drink secretly, and pointed the way for the young couple who went to Longhushan to ask for a visa.

Below Longhu Mountain, patted the gray clothes, the old Taoist voice is free and easy:

"The weather is turbulent, I say the day is prosperous."

Sword shoes in the world.

But Lin Shouyi only reacted after being angrily laughed by an old friend, his expression on his face solidified.

He turned his head abruptly.

In the place where the saber was just stored, the sword intent is as clear as the water.

The strongest sword immortal in Daomen thousands of years.

Holding a sword.

Down the mountain.

………

Qu Nu city outside.

The ring sun sword whispered slightly. After Wei Yuan left, the wind blew over here. Slowly, there was a trace of true spirit flowing from the sword. After all, it was the king who once smashed the wind and cloud, and had the reincarnation of the day. Legend has it that this place is his most nostalgic hometown, and in the end, the strands of true spirit turned into a tall bearded man.

The last true spirit of King Jieri has long since lost his ego.

It's just simple, what remains after the scouring of history.

It was Wei Yuan who kept him here, so that the remnants of the king's thoughts on the land reunited.

He sat close to the place where Wei Yuan once sat, quietly looking at his country and watching the traces of his legend. Although he has no memory, his heart gradually settles down, as if he can still see the one next to him drinking with him. The man, with a slight ripple in his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the wine bowl.

suddenly,

Quit the King of the Sun, the real spirit takes a halt.

A cyan arm pierced his heart directly.

King Jieri's complexion solidified.

The aura of the true spirit that belongs to the legendary reincarnation was condensed. This is why his true spirit still remained a little, and then he was held. He lowered his head and looked at the penetration of his palm, his face appeared in disbelief. His expression suddenly became angry and ferocious, and roared, his eyes were already blank and empty, and his will was concentrated.

He turned around abruptly and saw the presence of a sneak attack on himself.

The king was dressed in a yellow silk robe, his complexion was cyan, his face was like a full moon.

The eyes are like blooming lotus petals, and the chest is decorated with a picture of Qiao Shi, a gemstone.

"Vishnu!!!"

King Jieri’s right hand had already held the sword, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he summoned his last bravery to draw the sword, but at this moment, Vishnu violently retracted his palm, and the sun **** remained. The true spirit of Ji collapsed, and the bearded palm turned into dust when it touched the Jieri Sword, and it was scattered like smoke in the past Jieri Empire.

His gaze was dim and dark.

Even the ring sword that represents friendship finally turned into powder.

Yan Fen fell into the wine bowl with the wind, contaminating the wine in Chang'an.

"deep…"

This is the last voice left by King Jieri.

"Run away..."

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