Legend of the Great Saint

“It's all your fault. If it wasn't for you, how'd I end up in this field?” Song Ming grabbed Mu Zhixuang's sleeve and filled his eyes with blood.

He was completely finished. Although the old golden chicken ultimately did not punish him, his brothers and sisters avoided him like a tiger wolf. Even a few outside disciples who often followed him no longer hitched him. He was totally alone in the mountains of the chicken.

Mo Zhicheng broke his hand impatiently: "Brother Song, didn't you want revenge? Did I force you to get revenge? ”

“You, you... I feel bad, and you can't get over it!” Song Ming has no more elegant style, spit flying like a madman, clapping his hands up to Mu Zhixuang.

“You're crazy!” Mu Zhizhong was also cold in his heart and hurried back. Although he avoided this clap, he was also seriously beaten in the chest.

Song Ming also had to chase, the strip of green vine drilled out of the ground, wrapped him tight, and he backhanded out a golden chicken.

Mu Zhizhong drank: “Don't forget, this is Aotesan! ”

Outside the window, the green tree saffron is like spring and summer, but looking out, the clouds are foggy, the snow mountains are dark, this is the fine house for inner disciples, Mu Zhixuang's room.

Song Ming's heart shocked and calmed down slowly, putting away the golden chicken.

Mu Zhizhong spread the blue vine and patted Song Ming on his shoulder, persuading him: “Three Mountain Warrants have been issued, at least your big revenge can be avenged. There is no past Kang. As long as you perform well in this medicine collection ceremony, you will surely regain the joy of the master. Maybe under the underground find some spiritual grass clothes, practice a thousand miles a day to become the new big brother? ”

Mu Zhizhong was afraid to really offend Song Ming. He forced his dog to jump to the wall, so he could talk to each other.

Song Ming walked out of the house in silence. Under a giant camphor tree, Ma Zhuoqun prayed to him: “Brother! ”

“Bang”, a loud slap, the horse super crowd hit the camphor tree, the leaves fell nicely.

Song Ming badly said: “Do you dare to come see my jokes too? ”

Ma Chaoqun said: “I don't dare. This all started because of me. I am sorry for you, I want to beat you up and listen to your respects. ”

Song Ming was surprised. He smiled coldly: "With you fixing this, you don't deserve me? If you dare to come and talk to me, you are a gentleman. You are from a river and lake, and you have a certain sense of morality. ”

Yan simply lifted his leg and walked a few steps. He suddenly turned his head and said: "If you follow me in the future, tell me who in the outside door dares to bully you. ”

“Brother?” Ma Zhuoqun was a crowd.

“Can you hold back 20 years for revenge? Am I no better than you? I want them to see that I, Song Ming, am not a squeezed piece of crap! ”

Mu Zhizhong saw the two disappear into the tree-lined path and said to himself: “I didn't expect Song Ming to have any more bones!” Mumbled again: "Bull warrior! ”

I didn't expect that man to escape under the siege of Chidu Mountain and kill the big brother of Chidu Mountain. He suspected that it was some kind of conspiracy. It was amazing. Is that guy really that strong? What if he comes to avenge himself?

In the trance, the tall figure appeared in front of him, his body cast a shadow and covered him.

But Mo Zhizhong shook his head immediately. The cow's name was just trying to break his head, and he couldn't imagine his role in it, and he was wanted under the Three Mountains, and his life was difficult to protect, let alone revenge and hatred.

Thinking about it, Mu Zhichuang stood up, walked out the door, and walked towards the area where the disciples lived.

……

“Reveal, are you serious? Bull Warrior, is he really wanted by Miyama? Why didn't anybody tell me?” Yu Zijian circled the room anxiously.

Hana Seung Lu laid idly on a rattan chair: “You are under house arrest, of course no one will tell you, I heard he killed the big brother of Chidu Mountain, and was hunted down by the old golden chicken... don't turn around, I'm dizzy. ”

“So... how's he doing?” Yu Zijian stopped, his eyes wide in horror, his eyelids covered with fog and his eyes were already ready to roll.

If it weren't for me, the Bull Giant wouldn't have fought Chicken Du Mountain, wouldn't have come to Green Vine Mountain, wouldn't have...

“Idiot, of course you escaped, otherwise how can you be wanted, compared to others, care about yourself! ”

Yu Zifang just relaxed and prayed silently, Bull Warrior, please don't do anything.

“The flower lady makes sense.” A voice came from outside the door, Mo Zhixiang stepped into the courtyard, stood in the shade of a barbed tree and looked extraordinary.

Yu Zijian: “Brother Mo! ”

"" The Purple Sword, "said Mu Zhichuang." Soon it will be the Grand Dictionary of Medicine Collection. Although I will take care of you then, you have to prepare yourself. ”

“The Purple Sword is not a disciple of Qingdong Mountain. He won't attend your fucking drug collection ceremony. Get the hell out of here. I hate people who see Qingdong Mountain now!” Flowers sat up blatantly from the vine chair, scolding.

Flowers exposed to Qingdong Mountain Baishan, to take Yu Zijian, Qingdong old man barely saw her, directly refused her request, because she liked to pretend to be very mature, but she was still a little girl.

If it is the flower owner, or the flower praises come, it is not difficult, but a little girl comes and says, Qingdong Mountain has to let people go, looks very scared of the flower family, the old man Qingdong still can not shame this face.

Of course, Hana Cheng Dew refused to give up. He stuck with Yu Zijian to live in the mountains for a while. He also felt irritated. He could no longer play mature. He took out the impatient momentum of all the ladies.

“Miss Hana, don't think you're a Hana family person, you can talk nonsense, don't think I won't teach you a lesson.” Mu Zhizheng's face rose red and raised his hand.

Hana Cheng Luong looked up: “Come on, if you can teach me a lesson, don't you dare do it, it's Turtle Bastard! ”

Mu Zhixiang blew up his lungs, but his hand was hanging in the air. He really didn't dare to fight it. The first time he did, he had to start a dispute between Qingdong Mountain and the flower family. He couldn't afford this responsibility.

Yu Zijian quickly stood between the two: “Stop arguing! ”

Mu Zhicheng borrowed the donkey down the hill and hated to put his hands down: “If there is not a purple sword to protect you, I must teach you a lesson, you little girl who doesn't know the thickness of heaven and earth! ”

“Who do you want to teach?” A voice came from outside the door.

“Brother!” Hana revealed jumping from the vine chair.

Mo Zhihuang turned his head and saw only a handsome man, sitting on a thin green branch with the wind, long, woody hair dispersed, peach blossom lips with a smile, if not a clear throat, he was afraid to be treated as a wonderful beauty.

Listening to the name of Hana Cheng, Mo Zhihuang jumped out a name in his heart - Hana Cheng.

Three-thousand miles across the Qing River Mansion, there are countless geniuses, but this man is the leading genius, the true proud son of heaven, not only from the famous gate, Yun Junmei, but also the entire Ruyi County, the only Red Wolf leader who is not the foundation-building realm.

This is not based on the relationship of the flower family, or the caress of the White Eagle, but because he reached the 10th floor of gas refining under the age of twenty, everyone believes that he will soon become the youngest founding monk in Qinghe province.

Though he has been refining gas on the tenth floor for many years, making the genius's halo a little dim, it is still bright and dazzling for ordinary gas refiners, calling Qinghe Mansion “the first person under the foundation”.

Mu Zhicheng prayed in a hasty manner: "I didn't know the flowers had arrived, but I was disappointed.” Without the mention of flowers, praising the Red Wolf as its leader is enough to frighten any gas refiner.

In the eyes of these gatekeepers, Eagle Wolf Guard is not a bright and righteous messenger who upholds the law, but a royal eagle dog who weaves the crime and harshness the law.

Hana Seung Lu ran to the bottom of the tree and jumped to scream: “How did you get here? My purple sword and I have been bullied to death. ”

"“ I was just joking with your sister, "said Mu Zhihuang. ”

“Then I'll make a joke!” The flower praised his face and raised his hand. He took control of the criminal power in Qinghe Province, killing and interrogating not many gas refiners. Although it did not appear a bit prestigious on weekdays, once his face cooled down, the intention was to kill, as if to bring the garden full of spring to late autumn all at once.

Mu Zhichuang backed off a few steps, tripped by a rattan chair, sat on the floor with his ass, raised his hand like a woman to block his face, and shouted: "No! ”

But then, nothing happened. Mu Zhichuang dropped his hand and saw the flower praise still sitting there with a smile on his face. The momentum just seemed like a hallucination.

Hana Seung-lu mocked: “What a coward, my brother said it was a joke! ”

Mu Zhizheng's face rose red, feeling ashamed and afraid. He had just been completely crushed by the momentum praised by the flowers. Not only could he not resist, even the courage to flee had been lost, but he could only kneel and beg for forgiveness, leaving it to be cut. If Hana praised his hand at that time, killing him was no different than killing an ordinary person, and without a word, he had failed.

“Brother Mo!” Yu Zijian tried to help him up. Mu Zhichuang had jumped himself and said: “I'll go to the newsmaster!” Running out the door.

Hua Chenglu shouted: "You're not coming down yet! ”

Flowers praised the colour of helplessness, drifting gently from the treetops, smiling slightly at the remaining purple sword: “Long time no see, Miss Yu! ”

Yu Zijian hurriedly lowered his head: “Brother Hua, what are you doing here? ”

Hana Cheng shouted proudly: “Of course I let him come. ”

Hana praised, but said at the same time: “I have some errands to do here. ”

They looked at each other and the flowers revealed their anger and grabbed his nose. "It wasn't for me! ”

Hana praised and sighed: “Of course, it's also for you. I told you not to rush to Qingfushan Mountain, waiting for me to handle it. Now things are difficult.” The human heart is very delicate, he is here now, only to make the Qingfu elderly feel the flower family is pushing people.

“Had it not been for me, Purple Sword would have been forced to join Qingdong Mountain. ”

“Yes!”

“Master Hana has arrived, why not recite it in the mountains, let the old man do all he can! ”

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the top of the mountain. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)