Chapter 205: Venerable of the Jiang Family, Mr. Dongfang and Master Mising Ling Tai

The night is dark.

On the large bed in the bedroom, the little yellow curled up in a ball and slept soundly.

Xin Zhuo's left hand separates the jade pillow under his neck, and his right hand condenses in the void. He saw eight true qi condensing spears above the bed, forming a character "一" and a character "渀" at a time.

In a flash, the eight true Qi Condensing Soldiers turned into swords again, first forming the word "gan" and then changing to the word "kill".

The next moment, the small sword turned into a variety of "knife", "stick", "halberd", "axe", "half", "hook", "fork", and so on.

Everything you want in your mind can be transformed, everything is so smooth and easy.

“Isn’t this just like playing?”

After thinking about it, he had an idea and grabbed the two small swords "Elite Soldiers" and the Xuanbing Tianlei's true energy entered in a majestic way, instantly destroying the remaining traces inside and instilling his true energy.

For a moment, the mind is clear and the two sword bodies are connected.

"boom--"

I can’t even understand the blessings of my ghost meridians and the Wangyuejing technique. The Venerable must be better than Wangyuejing, right?

In front of Wuzhu gate, a conspicuous sign stands:

"Die Ling, Dongfang and dogs are not allowed to enter!"

The disappointment in the turbid old eyes was even heavier: "Is there still hope?"

Jiang Yong sighed: "Who can tell the truth in the world clearly? Isn't it because of his destiny to come back from Fulong Mountain alive?"

Mr. Dongfang nodded: "That's right! Actually... I want to apologize to Brother Jiang!"

Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.

Mr. Dongfang was silent.

On the top of the simple and quaint tower, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups, poured two glasses of wine, drank it all by himself, and looked out the window and sighed: "A hundred years are just a blink of an eye. I still remember that I came to the capital when I was young, with a disheveled face, standing barefoot on the side of the road in a daze.

Xin Zhuo suddenly woke up and was about to open his eyes, but he felt that the breath was not malice at all.

Isn’t the “natal elite soldier” coming?

Can I control two moves by myself?

Let's make do with it first, let's talk about it later!

After snatching the "Birth Sword" and closing his eyes to fall asleep.

The moonlight is bright.

I don't know how to enter or disappear.

Mr. Dongfang smiled and said, "I just thought, it would be great when I can be as casual as the young master of Jiang!"

Mr. Dongfang showed a smile that was not the same age as his age, and raised his hand to the wine jar: "Qingyangfang, Lao Baigan in the winery opened by the grandson of the old drunkard back then. Although the old drunkard died for many years, this spicy feeling has remained!"

He couldn't help laughing as he said.

The index finger of the right hand and the middle finger gently turned, and the two flying swords were wrapped in a terrifying sharp light, flashed away, turning quickly, like an arm using fingers.

The moon gradually sets westward, and the old nun figure finally slowly turned around and fell into the night.

Unfortunately, a moment later, a trace of doubt appeared on the old man's face, and then he turned into disappointment, his figure flashed and disappeared into the room.

...

Test?

A mysterious aura that seemed to be like the great trend of heaven and earth flashed and disappeared.

At that time, His Majesty Xuanzong had just ascended the throne, and the new king was determined to be in all directions. The Great Zhou was full of vitality. Brother Jiang was handsome and young, and his white horse and luxury car led his slaves to roar on the street, causing pedestrians to give way. Brother Jiang knew what I was thinking at that time?"

Under the shadow outside Wuzhu, an old nun was standing at this moment. His old eyes glanced across the Wuzhu gate and fell into silence.

Cicada Yi was also among them.

"Let's go!" the old man nodded.

...

That’s right! Although there was no contact, it was obviously like being held by a pair of rough old hands!

The candlelight was swaying, and at this moment, an old man with white hair and aged hair, a face full of age spots, and a sagging face. His back was slightly hunched, but his old eyes were full of sharpness.

An old face was full of depressedness and reluctance.

"Wu Yidao, you can't get through it if you are timid!"

He had a silver-gray hair, his face did not look old, but his hands were like tree bark, and his aura was full of oldness. When he saw the old man, he chuckled: "Brother Jiang, I'm afraid I haven't seen you for thirty years?"

Mr. Dongfang frowned.

Jiang Yong looked at the distance and drank a glass on his own: "The little nun Mi Ling was invaded by the Venerable, I'm afraid there is no chance. That kid made an arrangement, it's useless for you to hold me back!"

Under the sign, seven people sat cross-legged, majestic and unconcealed.

The old man sighed: "Thirty-one years and eight months, you were the stupidest back then, but you got the thirteenth order. I have a deep impression of you!"

Jiang Yong smiled and said, "The rain is seven days, and the prosperity is coming, and you have become the Venerable. It is not a blessing for you and I to survive until now!"

Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly: "Ye Chen and Qin Wuji broke through and are now on the ranks of the ladder. I am afraid that their lifespan will last for a long time and will be free and free!"

At first glance, this scene was a little horrible, but as the old man's face was filled with loving expression, it gradually faded away.

Jiang Yong laughed: "Don't mention it again when he was young and frivolous! You were born in Baiheqiu, the Western Regions, and are also a famous sect, but you are arrogant and disdainful to establish the world in the name of a sect. Later, you joined the Great Zhou Dynasty and became famous once and were of great talent. Who dares to underestimate it? Your Majesty Xuanzong invited you to the palace, refused seven times, and entered the Fengjiansi for the eighth time. He drank Ma Beicang for eleven years. Who dared to plunder his edge?"

Jiang Yong poured himself a cup: "My nephew's meridians?"

The venerable in the family? What did he do?

While thinking, a pair of rough veterans pressed his pulse three feet from the air.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the front. A figure stood under the moonlight in front of him.

The old man left the room and staggered towards the Venerable Tower, but his back became even more hunched, and the moonlight pulled his figure very long.

The two of them flashed and had disappeared from their original position. When they appeared again, they reached the top of the "Venerable Tower".

Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and gently moved his body. It was a little cold. The old man's true energy spread along his wrist to the meridians throughout his body.

The top floor of the “Venerable Tower”.

In front of the gate under the tower, Guitoutuo and the Great Sword Saint entered the Grand Master at the same time, only one-line Grand Master was missing.

Mr. Dongfang laughed: "Brother Jiang doesn't think your nephew can still catch up with me?"

In a daze, a breath that made the soul tremble suddenly came to the bed.

The Guitoutuo and the Great Sword Saint who were sitting cross-legged at the tower gate below did not realize it at all.

Mr. Dongfang shook his head and smiled, "You can't chase the past! Do you still remember Miss Shangguan's fairy posture, Mr. Song's spirit, Linghu's fairy posture, the stunning charm of the country, and the fat little man who loves to drink later pretends to be ignorant..."

A trace of recollection appeared in Venerable Jiang Yong's eyes, then he smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "What do you think?"

Jiang Yong sighed, "It's a pity that the beauty has ended up with white bones, and she has entered the lonely grave with awesome talent. How can the 'mountain' be good? I'm only ranked seventh, you are thirteenth, and you are still alive today. Isn't it just a little timid?"

"Buzz--"

Only Jiang Yong was left, and the wine jar was tilted and there was no drop left.

Jiang Yong chuckled: "I won't make things difficult for you. There is no need to argue between you and me, but I don't know whether he can let you go!"

The two of them were wrapped in a fierce aura, and they stood up and folded their fists at the same time: "Thank you for your accomplishment! The disciple has already entered the ancient world's half-step master!"

An old voice came from the top of the tower: "I want to thank the old ghost on the east!"

After a moment of silence, he said again: "You two go to Beicang! Find Xiao Xiao of Yin Coffin Sect. He owes the old lady a favor and returns with the Huangquan Holy Pill to open the martial arts vein for my grandson!"

"Here!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!