Rebirth of the Evil Emperor

It is said that people are easy to float after drinking.

And the person in front of him was clearly floating high enough.

When Xia Daotian heard his funny words, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Seven words floated across the sky, grandson, you laughed to death!"

"..."

Yang Qiuyu watched the two old men spray each other, holding a sword helplessly standing aside.

"Do you dare to scold me?"

The Demon Taoist pointed at Xia Daotian swayingly, and suddenly scratched his head: "But don't tell me, what you scolded me... it sounds pretty rhyming."

"rhyme?"

"Hahahaha—"

Xia Daotian jumped with joy, and Yang Qiuyu beside him couldn't help laughing and shaking his waist.

If the old man in front of him was not drunk, he would never say such a funny thing.

However, the Demon Taoist didn't seem to care too much. Instead, he touched his white beard and straightened up: "The old Demon Taoist, the scholar, the three-year-old wrote "Song of Nerves" silently, and the five-year-old memorized "Hu Lei". ! You can make a poem in seven steps at the age of twelve! You rhyme with me?"

He suddenly became sour again.

Moreover, the sour taste is quite good.

Upon seeing this, Xia Daotian rolled his eyes, and also touched the white beard on the front of his neck, with snow eyebrows stretched out, and his eyes looked into the distance: "Old man Xia Daotian, Qianlong is in the Yuan, he wrote "Ode to Nerves" silently at one year old, and "Hu "Li", I have become a poem in seven steps at the age of three~"

"You! Can you write at one year old?!"

The magic Taoist rubbed his old eyes, still a little dizzy.

After a while, he yelled angrily: "Oh, you old thing, I don't draw the sword, you treat me as a sick cat! I draw...I...?"

He felt around, and finally turned around in a circle: "Huh? Where's my knife?"

Glancing faintly at this funny and unlimited old drunkard, Xia Daotian shook his head helplessly and smiled after learning Bai Chen's usual way: "How come your Excellency rises to ninety thousand miles?"

"Uh!"

When the magician heard this, his eyes were dull.

Why is the wind blowing?

Soaring for ninety thousand miles? !

"Good poem, good poem! Hahaha! What a soaring ninety thousand li, the old man will let you see and see today, what is real soaring!"

The old magician bends his hands, suddenly raises his head, and slams under his feet, and his figure flies out of the sky with a white smoke like a sky monkey.

"This stuff, hahaha, I've never seen such a funny old man, he laughs me to death!"

Xia Daotian laughed into tears.

"Yes, yes~ Grandpa Xia, you are the best!"

Yang Qiuyu pressed Xia Daotian's shoulder to the side, which made Lao Xia laugh even more arrogantly.

Throughout the main street, his vigorous laughter lingered and spread all over the surrounding alleys.

...

After a few more days, Bai Chen still did not leave the customs.

Xia Daotian was sitting in front of the stone table under the locust tree, holding a brook lamella in his hand, and every petal fell, he would mutter silently.

"Little Fatty, didn't I teach you how to escape when you encounter danger? If you can't escape, you will deceive, or if you can't deceive, you will die. This is the essence of being a human being. You can't learn it." Thinking of Fatty Guo, Xia Daotian is old-eyed Can't help but get wet.

But when I think of Xiaoya again, tears directly burst through the eyes and slid down.

He sniffed, and raised his head with tears: "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, I shouldn't have listened to you at the beginning, I should take you to Pride Country... It's all because Grandpa Xia is not good, Grandpa Xia is too accustomed to you... …"

But in the new year, he played wildly with Xiaoya and Guo Fatty all day long, heartless days, how chic.

Now I think about it, but he is the only one left, feeling sad under the locust tree, and miss it.

"Oh, one of you was the Supreme Swordsman back then, the other was the son of the Emperor of Heaven, and the boss was the strongest **** of destruction. What do you think you are, mixing with me, a common man. With me such a useless common man... mixed together……"

Shaking his old body, he finally lay on the stone table, crying.

Facing Guo Fatty's capture and Xiaoya's disappearance, he had no choice.

He has also worked very hard, but after all, his talent is limited. If it weren't for the boss to protect him and spend half of the income of Xiu Yunchenyao Jianzong every year for him to refining medicine and exploding the cauldron, how could he step into the realm of a seventh-grade pharmacist? .

You know, if he blows up a tripod at random, the loss is worth the drought and flood of ordinary people's families for ten lifetimes.

...

"Fatty, Xiaoya, I miss you!"

"Old man, I miss you—"

The trembling cry of vicissitudes of life sounded from the courtyard, and the busy maids on the promenade around heard them, all at a loss, but they did not dare to come over and watch without authorization.

Because every person in Chenyao Jianzong knows that this Xia Daotian is one of Bai Chen's most beloved people, and this kind of love even surpasses the love of men and women.

After all, he was the first to follow Bai Chen into the world.

It was the same as when Cat Emperor was the first to follow the God of Destruction.

Has an inherent advantage that no one else can compare.

...

"That smelly old man!!"

In a dimly lit room, the magician trembling body, his eyes gradually red.

He is sober now.

But he was carried back from the wild mountain by the disciple of the door.

As the elder of Wanjianmen, he was ashamed this time!

"Smelly old man, taking advantage of the old man's drunkenness, why do you play with me soaring to ninety thousand miles, right? You can do it, you, when I catch you, I must let you know what my magic Taoist is like in this world Weight!"

He drew his hair together in front of the bronze mirror, and now he has recovered his appearance as a fairy tale.

A white hair slid down like a waterfall, and it was no longer the mess it was before.

At this moment, a respectful voice of a disciple suddenly sounded outside the door: "Devil elder, the wife of the door master summoned the elders to talk privately."

"commune?!"

Demon Taoist Xue frowned, quickly arranged his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

...

Jiang Yinong, as the wife of the master of Wanjianmen, and also Nan Yueer's mother-in-law, also has a status in this Wanjianmen.

When the Demon Taoist hurriedly arrived at the villa where Mrs. Jiang lived, the seven extraordinary figures were already here.

"Old devil, can you hurry up, every time everyone is waiting for you, don't be an old face!" A red-haired old man cursed with impatience on his head like a chicken coop.

Hearing this, the old demon's face blushed: "Shut your mouth, you, if it weren't for Mrs. Jiang to invite me, I wouldn't come to see your virtue."

"You think I love to see you!"

The two old men took a shot at Maimang.

"Okay~" Madam Jiang reluctantly raised her hand and motioned for the two of them to be quiet.

She came to the eight people, her beautiful and unfailing face, and a faint sadness appeared: "Oh, since the eight elders are all here, then I will tell you my thoughts... To be honest, this white Mansion, and Mr. Na Jiang, I really don’t like it."

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