Douluo Heavens Upgrade

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And the floating life is like a dream, is it a joy?

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The first sun rises, wisps of brilliance, softly spilled on the earth, the sky is clear, and feather-like cirrus clouds spread on the sky.The sunlight flashed, faintly revealing orange-red light, looking from a distance, it was a dreamlike color.

The sound of barking dogs came out, and the smoke rose seldom, and drifted out from the inn next to the official road. Several local dogs raised by the store were playing with each other, running around by the official road, their tails following. Shaking his body, it seems that there is a sigh of life.

But not long after, the sound of horses hoofs from afar rushed, and there was dust at the end of the official road, turning into dust and rolling, several horses galloping, and several wearing brocade robes sat on their backs. The big guys, each with a serious look, whizzed away.

As they approached, the dogs on the official road whimpered and avoided the sides, causing the horses to stay far away under the sound of the wind.

The ground trembled, making the shabby inn also faintly trembled with the ground, making bursts of crunching sounds that seemed unbearable.

The dust flying in front of the store gradually dissipated, and a few dogs swayed their tails and their heads slowly walked back. Then, as if they had smelled something, they stopped and barked in a direction.

In the dust, a figure gradually walked from a distance, and heard the barking of the dog. The owner of the shop who was attracted took a look, and then kicked the barking dog.

"Guest, do you still stay in the shop?"

The old man in a coarse cloth shirt, holding a smoking gun in his hand, a little smile on his face, and with an old voice, he asked the coming silver-haired youth.

The shrewd gaze swept over the silver-haired young man, and the old man who had been in the shop for many years saw the extraordinary bearing of the young man at a glance.

"Give me a pot of good wine first and serve some good dishes."

When the silver-haired youth stepped into the inn, he did not set off the rudimentary inn. He picked a side position and sat down on his own. Through the window on the side, he looked at the vegetable garden not far away from the inn.

In the morning, the vegetables in the vegetable garden were still carrying a little bit of dew, and under the light shining, they shimmered slightly, like gems, shimmering bright and moving light.

"Guest, your wine is here!"

The guy in the green cloth gown brought a pot of sake to the table in front of the young man with a smile on his face, hesitated his eyes on the young man's silver hair, but quickly turned and left.

The young man didn't care, reached out his hand to take the flask on the table, poured a glass directly in front of him, picked it up, and drank it in one go.

The entrance of wine smells faintly fragrant, and the youth's complexion is calm, sitting alone by the window, silently looking at the scenery outside.

"It's time to see the old demon king."

After drinking all the wine in the pot, the young man said softly, but everyone in the inn seemed to have never heard it.

The innkeeper at the door was still silently looking at the pedestrians passing by, and the wine-serving buddy was in the back kitchen. After all, there were very few people who came to drink in the early morning.

"Here, guest officer, your..."

When the man came out from the back kitchen, carrying a plate of cooked beef and other side dishes to the young man's position, he saw that the young man had already been unaware of the trace. At this moment, there was a golden leaf on the table, and the man was stunned.

And at the same time

The silver-haired young man walked away slowly, walking towards the distance, his figure above the vast official road, and within a moment of effort, he disappeared.Zero long literature network www.09wxwxs.com

After half a month, the four-level cultivation country

In a rather remote corner of the capital city, both sides of the avenue were full of shops. Because of the remoteness, not many people came on weekdays. The spacious roads seemed a bit lonely.

"Tread...Tread...Tread..."

With a soft sound, a silver-haired young man came slowly from the distant avenue. The young man exuded a faint and luxurious atmosphere, which made countless pedestrians dodge to the side, looking secretly.

Outside the door of a blacksmith's shop not far away, a young man with a stubborn head and brain noticed the silver-haired young man with a shrewd look in his eyes.

"Guest, do you want to buy a wood carving? There is an uncle's wood carving here. It's like a living one."

With a somewhat childish voice coming out, the young man lowered his head, glanced calmly, and smiled faintly.

"Well, then take me there."

With joy in the young man's eyes, he quickly led the way and led the young man to a shop.

The shop is located on the opposite side of the iron shop. There is no obvious sign. If it weren't through the crack of the door, you could vaguely see the wood carvings on the shelves. Basically no one would know that this is a shop.

"squeak."

The young man opened the store door proficiently, and respectfully made a request to the young man behind him, then glanced at the store, found the quietly carved figure of the target, and walked over.

"Uncle Wang, here is a guest."

He said to the white figure, and the young man Yu Zi winked his eyebrows uneasy, and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't sell it so expensive!"

The white figure smiled dumbly, but finished the last cut, put the carved wooden sculpture aside, and then moved his eyes to the silver-haired youth at the door.

With just a glance, the white figure named Uncle Wang raised her brows, and her eyes kept sweeping across the young figure, as if she wanted to see through.

"Good woodcarving."

The silver-haired young man randomly picked up a wood carving of a bell and drum, closed his eyes slightly, feeling the meaning of a fierce beast on it, as if he was really facing such a fierce beast.

The figure in white was silent, but his eyes were a bit dim. He couldn't see through the person in front of him. When his divine consciousness swept across, the other person was like a mist, unable to see clearly.

"Guest, this is nature. This is the best wood carving in Beijing. You can't find a second one."

When the young tiger heard the youth praise the wood carvings, his face was proud, as if these wood carvings were worthy of his work, he couldn't help but brag.

"Huzi, when the wine is finished, go back to the bar and help me get the pot."

The figure in white clothes stared at the young man and gave orders to the young tiger next to him. In an instant, the smile fell on the young man's face, and he glanced at the white figure in discomfort, and then defeated in the latter's eyes. , Ordered softly: "Uncle Wang, wait for me to return."

Then he ran straight to the other side's forge.

The silver-haired youth looked at the departed teenager indifferently, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "It's a funny teenager."

However, when his gaze was retracted, the young man stared at the white figure, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Should I call you Wang Lin?"