Ostentatious Zhao Yao

Walking on the Fengzhou city collection, the devils and ghosts of the shape are screaming at me and the ink.

At first, I thought it was the ink of the blue-and-white door. The result was that I did not expect that the sword I held was tied to their eyes. However, if you want to come, Mo Qing’s black robe is not unassuming, and the body repair is already in the state of returning. When you look outside, you will never know what kind of person he is.

Moreover, from the understanding of the previous period, after the picking up of Wanhaomen, Moqing rarely left the Dusit Mountain. In addition to the high-level of Wanhaomen, I am afraid that the world does not know how to look at him.

On the contrary, this sword, held in the hand, creaked all the way, flashing non-stop. It’s a bit of a slap in the face for everyone to listen to - "Look at me, I am Tianjian*!"

I like it so much.

I am very proud and walk very proud.

In fact, it’s a very dangerous thing to show up in Fengzhou City. Because you can’t guarantee it, you can steal the wealth that belongs to you with one hand. I used to be not afraid at all. I wanted to go wide in Fengzhou City. I sent eight people to clear the road in front of me. In the middle, please ask eight people to lift the sedan. Please ask eight people to give me a drink, so that the onlookers will give me The eyes are bright and the body is lowered, because my way is shaking.

Although it is not the same as before, my identity is not the same, and the width of the pen is not as old as it used to be. I feel a little wrong and lost in my heart, but I am still not afraid at all, because I am also a million-door master. Bullying them can still be bullied properly.

"Master, where do we go to buy scabbards?" I asked Mo Qing.

Mo Qing looked at the small alley in front: "It's almost here."

Into the alley, to isolate the sly and inquiring eyes outside, Mo Qing gently buckled in front of a door. After a while, someone opened the door from the inside. The entrance is a small courtyard that is common to ordinary people, and the person who opens the door can be different from ordinary people.

I looked at the door and the "people" were interested in the ups and downs: "It's a flexible wood man."

It consists of large and small wooden blocks, like a no-line puppet, opened his mouth, and gave me a sigh of darkness: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Before I died, I knew that there were people practicing in the rivers and lakes, but no one could make such things at that time. I thought that in a few years, they have improved so much.

"Sima Rong, tell him that Li Chen is coming."

When I heard the name, I couldn’t help but say: "Ha?" Who did he say?

Mo Qing turned to look at me, and the eyebrow picked it up: "How? Know?"

I suppressed my heart and coughed, "I don't know."

How could you not know! Sima Rong is my West Mountain Lord! Supervise my information network! When I was there, I wanted to know the news. Just ask Sima Rong, I really want to know when I can know when.

That is my general! My veritable right arm and right arm!

This kid actually sent Sima Rong to this place in Fengzhou City? Although this is an evil capital, it is still far away from the Dust Mountain. Is this his exile in the West Mountain Lord?

The wood man entered the house. After a while, Sima Rong came out of the house. Something unexpectedly, he was... sitting in a wheelchair and letting the wood man push him out.

“How come the dust mites come empty?”

Hey, what, actually called so close?

When did the two of you have such a good relationship, why didn’t I know?

"Let you make a scabbard." Mo Qing took the sword from my hand and handed it to Sima Rong.

I can't help but stunned. What is the situation? Is my Xishan master not doing the intelligence network? Have you changed your institution? Did the dry blacksmith live? Just in this small courtyard? Still selling anything else? Is it for sale? How is his leg broken? and……

If it is interrupted, will you help me to fight back?

My right arm is interrupted by a man!

This is equal to the fact that I was discounted with a finger!

Xishan's main broken leg, Gu Shuguang did not cure, this is not a simple person to hurt, this is what I am being bullied by Wan Haomen! Clowns, you have to let me know that you have not dealt with this matter well, I will interrupt your legs sooner or later!

"*Day a sword?"

Sima Rong took over the sword, and the light of the sword was reflected in the eyelids. Some of them were shiny and shiny. He carefully examined it in his hand and praised it. "It’s a legendary sword. It’s very swordy. Three points of killing." Sima Rong seems to remember what happened in the past, "I remember, I used to mention this sword before, but I suspect that the road to Xiandao is far away. It takes time to take the sword. I have not got it. Now, you can get this. The sword, saved in the Wanshaomen, is a wish for her."

This is not a problem, it is a wish for me. Because this sword has fallen into my hands.

Rarely, my Xishan master actually remembered that I mentioned this.

I feel in my heart, I am the West Mountain Lord, the most gentle person, when I first met him, it was the fall of his family.

A little fairy door, washed by the blood of the enemy, he struggled to escape, and the servants to eat for a living. I happened to pass by and saw that he had a lot of bones, so he gave him food and earned him a million dollars. Refers to a Master teaching him.

Later, after a few years, the master I gave him was dead, and he went to the north and south.

I still remember that when he was still a teenager, he squatted in front of the evil hall and bowed with me. He solemnly said: "The door owner, Sima Rong, has no ability to work for the door. Reporting the reinvention of the Lord, begged the doorkeeper to make it, and let me go out and practice. When he returns to school, he will be devoted to the door!"

There was a nervous voice in his youth that day, and it still seems to echo in my ear.

I made him his wish and let him practice outside. In those few years, he often sent news from outside, saying that he had made many friends and how much growth he had in the rivers and lakes.

One day, the boy returned to Wanshaomen, but he has become a young man, handsome and temperamental. He can talk to me in the no evil hall and live without any fuss.

He is no longer the young boy, but the one who has not changed is the heart of loyalty.

When Sima Rong returned to the mountain, what brought me back was the intelligence network that he established outside. Although it was still not perfect at the time, then Wan Haomen could “know the world in one day”, all of which grew up through this intelligence network.

Sima Rongru said that he really did his best for Wanhaomen and he was sincerely reporting to me. In the face of such a good disciple, I am returning the biggest preferential treatment I can give. I sent him the location of the owner of Xishan. His intelligence was so bad that he was not high, and I sent Negro to protect him.

Until I died, Sima Rong had never done anything that disappointed me, and I have never let him down.

It is not too much to say that he is my closest right arm.

However, now...

I am the owner of Xishan. Although I seem to have nostalgia for me in my speech, why is he...so is the relationship with Mo Qing so good?

I don't know if I was killed by Mo Qing?

I stared at him aside, a little unhappy. I kept staring at Sima Rong and finally looked away from the face of Mo Qing, and glanced at me: "Is this?"

"Apprentice." Mo Qing answered, "The sword is for her."

"Oh." Sima Rong faintly replied, looking down at the sword in his hand. "Also, such a good sword, empty is also a waste." He whispered, after a moment of silence, he looked up again. Qing, smiled. "Advanced to sit down. Tell me what kind of scabbard do you want?"

Passing through the small courtyard, into the house, I saw the upper and lower floors of the house, there is no ladder, all the paved slopes, convenient for wheelchairs. There are still a few wood people in the middle of the house, and they are doing things differently.

There are also some wooden birds and wooden horses in the corner.

The whole wood big view garden...

I remember that I didn't have such a hobby before Xishan.

I wandered around the room, and my eyes stopped in the middle of the lobby. There was a square case with a wooden model of the evil hall. The appearance is exquisite, and one piece of fine wood is put up, and it takes a lot of work to look at it.

Seeing that I stared at the model in a daze, Sima Rong said: "If you have nothing to do, you will come and play to comfort you."

He said that he was sympathetic... that proves that he wants to return to the mountains. But he wants to go back but he didn’t return...

One! set! It’s the ink clown who confessed to him here! It must be that my West Mountain Master is thinking of me, and I don't want to do things for him, so Mo Qing will target him! Now he has imprisoned my northern mountain master, exiled my Xishan master, and left a Gu Shuguang who could not understand me, swaying in the dusty mountains every day.

This clown is a blame! The mind is very deep!

I sneaked into the back of the head of the ink.

Mo Qing was taking over the tea cup handed by the wood man at the right time. His fingers were slightly stiff during the day. I was afraid that he could detect the anger that I could not bear, so I turned my back and looked at something else. Hearing the blue-green behind him and Sima Rong said: "If you miss the Dust Mountain, go back, the position of the West Mountain Master has been kept for you."

Does Mo Qing let him go back? My ears are upright.

Sima Rong said with a smile: "No, I miss you, but it is here."

what? Is my Xishan master not willing to return to the mountains? I turned my head and looked at Sima Rong.

"And, I am in the Dust Mountain, this is to report the feelings of swaying. Since she is gone, I don't have to stay there. You also take care of Wan Haomen. There are rumors and dust on the rivers and lakes. I don’t want to be on the door of the door. I am a disabled person, I shouldn’t move around, and... I don’t know when it’s near. I’m going to the king’s hall, I’m afraid I can’t participate, let’s congratulate you in advance. Let's go."

Mo Qing did not answer.

Sima Rong didn't care too much. He only took the *sword and looked at it again: "And let's talk about what kind of scabbard is going to be made? It can be regarded as a mechanism that has been done for several years. It should not be a scabbard. Let you down."

Sima Rong, you will not let me down when I do the scabbard, but you can make me disappointed by doing the Xishan Lord!

I am gone, do you not fight anything?

How is your child so hard?

With my previous care and love for you, with your prestige and prestige in Wanshaomen, you have never thought about what you are! Take the ink green and go down to be the king!

After following me for so many years, how can I not even have this point? You see people Jiang Wu, a person outside the door, for the position of the door, are more than you can!