Finally, speaking of Xian Yang, he said, "I’m going out this time to worship the master, and I’m also going to accept a disciple. I can’t break my knife, for I’m afraid I’ll forget it when I get old."
"Uncle Yang doesn’t look old at all. Haha"
At the beginning of Oriental Moon, I touched the jars with each other with a smile.
Yang Mi scratched his head. "I don’t know if I’ve been practicing knives for years, so I’m not so old. Maybe it’s magic that nourishes my body."
Looking at Yang Mie at the beginning of Oriental Month without a word, he could see that if there was a knife, the method of dividing the knife had been transformed into a dry one, and even it had been really practiced.
It is Yang Mi’s good nature that he doesn’t like fighting and avoiding the world, so he doesn’t know how strong he is now.
After chatting for half a day and night, I felt a line of sight when I left at the beginning of Oriental Moon, and I didn’t look back.
And Yang Mi is honest and kowtowing before the abode of fairies and immortals. "Master, don’t worry, I’ll take Gankun’s knife method to dismiss my son, and I won’t let people or demons invade Tu Shan."
He is not as stupid as he thought at the beginning of Oriental Moon, and he knows how strong he is.
He has practiced sword for 540 years without getting started.
If you don’t make moves now, you don’t want two nephews to compete for scenery. It’s quick to live a fairy life with your wife in the depths of Wushan.
But if the world situation changes and someone dares to attack Tu Shan, he will naturally do it.
Somebody chop someone, chop the demon, even the demon emperor!
Yang Mi got up and looked disappointed and left in the night.
Liu Chen’s eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the earth-rock wall and saw people outside looking at Yang Mi’s distant direction and gently shook his head.
Thirty years later, he is still alive and his head is still moving, but he should be careful not to be too distracted. Once he is out of balance, he will die suddenly.
Manipulating the psychic force will eventually counter the young poison. He miscalculated the amount of the young poison needed, and by the last stage, he would have no third force to balance.
He called out to paint pears and help him go to the south to find them again, but he didn’t do it.
Because his heart is like a mirror, he feels that his intention has become stronger. This is the last time to rely on anti-virus and it is unnecessary.
As time goes by, Lu Chen can look around with his head moving, and it seems that it is possible to compete with his body for life and death, so he looks at the outside world through the skylight.
Ten years have passed, and the older generation of Tianjiao has been lying on his deathbed one after another.
Many old people can still take the masks of their youth and frivolity back together when they act, and carry out covert operations just as they did when they were young.
The old people crossed the border of Tu Shan in the moonlight. Some people found mana fluctuation and tried to warn them, but they were pressed by green hands.
Looking at the moonlight, "let them go. People always want to remember the past when they are old."
Wang Baye and other mask group members are now over ten years old. Wang Baye and Yang Yi sigh that their spirit is still strong and others can’t hide their old age.
Time and tide wait for no man’s feelings.
They used to be all-powerful, and they were the only people in the world who lived after leaving the circle, but they were still old.
On this day, Wang Ba-ye and his brothers and sisters lit another bonfire in front of the cave house, just like the river bank in the valley, the same wine, the same wild fungus and the same person, but one person was missing.
Wang Ba-ye raised his hand and looked at the altar to the abode of fairies and immortals. "Brother didn’t expect to see you for the second time, and we also regret that you will not be reincarnated and I will be able to see you in a few years."
Yang Yi sighed and sighed, "It’s unforgettable in this life how high Bai Dage’s realm is in the end. If there is a generation, I hope to be born in the same generation as Big Brother, and then we will break outside the circle."
He became more and more unpredictable as he grew older, and now he has returned to his ambition as a teenager.
Chapter six hundred and thirteen Proud black fox empress
In the end, the moonlight fire gradually extinguished, and the figures dispersed one by one. In the trance time, it seems to have changed back to being a teenager.
Liu Chen didn’t close his eyes and watched the people leave the cave for a long time.
He has never experienced a situation in which an old friend is getting old and life and death will be different because of heaven and nature.
When Wang Baye and others were drinking and singing, they also recalled the time when they were chic with the mainland, which was really disappointing.
Now his body can move slightly, but his face is so old that his skin is as dry as ancient bark sticking to his thin body.
Forty years later, he still hasn’t died, and finally he has reached the final failure.
Anti-young poison again, deliberately killing yourself.
Without the three-way equilibrium, the pressure came like a flood, and the aging force seemed to squeeze out the last life of others. Liu Chen clung to his heart and wouldn’t let him resist
Three years before his last failure, he had a hard time and became unable to move, so he had to deal with it physically and mentally.
In the fourth year, he finally stabilized the situation, stopped himself from aging and could open his eyes to see the world again.
In the fifth year, his neck was movable to cope with aging.
In the sixth year, he sat on the stage and watched the sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon running every day.
In the seventh year, he suffered from that aging force, and he almost died.
In the first year, his body was so thin that he looked like a mummy, his old face was dry, his face was covered with age spots, his muscles were atrophied, and his skin was almost attached to the bones.
In the ninth year, the aging force seems to have been overwhelmed, and it seems to be slowly retreating, but I don’t know when it will come back.
Lu Chen’s mind is gradually sitting on the platform because his body is failing to understand. Although he is alive, his physical strength is varied and his attributes have plummeted.
He can move at will, and his body is no longer in pain. But he didn’t wander around because he painted pear clothes and fell asleep quietly beside him.
Sometimes he looks at the painted pear clothes and sleeps in a daze, and sometimes he looks at the clouds, recalls his life and looks back on people.
Sitting at night listening to the wind and sleeping by day listening to the rain, I realize that the moon is like a lack of days, like an old man.
……
Shili Pavilion at the Junction of Tu Shan Waihengshui River East Boundary
Walking across the grass with two silly Taoist feet
On the other side, the tidbits are flying, and the red dress is full of long hair.
After all, I’m still waiting for you when you pass by today.
But these 50 years of hard work and 50 years of expectation will eventually turn into … swords against swords?
There is a figure in the dark who can’t help but smile while spying on this scene.
At the beginning of the Oriental Moon, Tu Shan was red, and you were strong, but I didn’t play with you.