The person who stretched his tongue like a dog turned into Bi Fang.

He bit the tip of his tongue, swallowed a thick phlegm, slapped himself on both sides, twisted his thighs, and then woke up. He subconsciously glanced at the table, couldn't help but feel dizzy, and forced himself to calm his mind. Bi Fang said hoarsely: "Wu, Wu Ming, where did you come from? Do you really want to give it to Lord Nanfeng?"

"Don't ask where it comes from." Wu Ming clicked the table with great arrogance, "This sword belongs to water, taken from Mirage Lishui in the Haishi City, supplemented by the essence of hardware, and a good craftsman uses secret techniques to train... "

"Is it the Qianyi Dragon Sword?" Bi Fang almost glared away.

"That's right." Wu Ming pretended to be profound.

Bi Fang's pair of eagle eyes wandered and said for a long time: "If I remember correctly, the Qianqianyou Dragon Sword has been dispersed with the clouds and water and destroyed by the sky, thunder and earth fire. I guess it was after the heavenly tribulation that the seniors in your sect gathered together. But I don't know what the use of this broken sword is to take?"

With a lip, Wu Ming drew his sword in his hand and gestured randomly: "Open the dog's eyes and see, is this a broken sword?"

The sword light flashed, and the sound of dragon roaring in the vast sea was drawn. Even though the water was gentle, it made Bi Fang, who had not healed, overwhelmed and jumped away quickly.

"The rumors are not trustworthy!" Bi Fang looked solemn and bowed to the ground, "I will receive this great gift from Brahma Heaven, and I will be rewarded with great reward!"

"Haha! It's easy to say, it's easy to say..." Wu Ming scratched his scalp and tentatively said with a little nervous attitude: "Well, brother Bi, can you send me another message..."

"Master Nanfeng?" Bi Fang understood it carefully.

"Ahem! It's exactly..." Wu Ming nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at the food, smiling so happily!

The divine weapon Bi Fang could not take it away. The small third-grade patrol, carrying this sword on his back was equivalent to committing suicide. He immediately released the flying pigeon and sent it back to the headquarters of Brahma Tianjian.

A day later, the arrogant Shangguan Lingcheng turned back and landed in front of Wu Ming.

"Good sword." Draw the sword, test the sword, collect the sword, and complete it in one go.

"What words do you want to bring?"

Wu Ming was stiff all over, clenched his fists, swallowed and then said, "How are you okay? I miss you."

"..." The first inscription master in the universe, who was far behind him, turned his eyes and almost passed away.

But the arrogant and arrogant Lord Shangguan Pavilion, who was angrily slaughtering Qiancheng, responded softly for the first time, "Okay."

Seeing Wu Ming staring at the cloud cong flying down in Shangguan Lingcheng, the old master limped towards him, his face full of hatred, "Tsk tsk! A peerless immortal soldier, shake the ghost and crying gods! It's like a turn of movement! It's just a turn of six broken words?! The ancestor is here, why did I accept you, a spendthrift guy!"

Wu Ming suddenly thumped his fist in annoyance, "I did say one less."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Mo immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet in anger, looking up at the sky and tragically. He looked like a night owl. Those who listened to him were crying and those who listened to him were heartbroken.

Wu Minghun didn't care. Before the master finished crying, he suddenly spoke, "It seems that there is still a thousand-year-old black ice armor?"

Qian Mo jumped up and pulled the boy's collar, "Do you believe me if I beat him to death?"

The old man was playing hard, but he really had the ruthlessness of no other than me. Wu Ming had to smile and said, "Just, just kidding..."

After coaxing and cheating for a long time, Wu Ming was careful to sit in front of him.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Qian Mo grinned, and his eyes were filled with regret. Seeing that Wu Ming had nothing to say, he couldn't help but speak and taught him earnestly: "Boy, girl, it's not like this! As the saying goes, Pan Lu Deng Xiaoxian..."

The setting sun sets, and the sea of ​​clouds is covered with a layer of golden yellow. The breeze sways the clouds and rises the golden waves of the blue sea, which is a wonderful world!

But I saw the master and apprentice sitting upright in the mountain pavilion, one of whom spoke and the other listened, and it was a relaxed and freehand scene.

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Luoyang, Dali Temple, Brahmatian.

Outside the locked attic in the deep boudoir, a soft knock suddenly sounded.

"Who?" The slightly panicked voice of Mingcai Nanfeng came from the house.

"My little master, it's me. The master brought a box and a word." The maid replied softly.

"Oh, put it in the corridor, I will get it."

"How did this make it?" said the maid hurriedly: "The Pavilion Master said that this thing is precious, so I must not leave it lightly. And that sentence should not be as good as four people."

Nan Fengning had to take out the bronze mirror from his thighs, tidy up his dress, and open the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you okay? I miss you." The maid came up with her ears and said with a giggle.

The south wind condenses like a lightning strike, and his delicate body trembles, and he doesn't know where his soul returns.

When she woke up, the maid had long disappeared. And her hands didn't realize that there was an ancient wooden box.

"This little thief..."

The words are heartless, and the heart is secretly happy.

It was obviously a simple sentence, but she had countless unspeakable and unknown feelings. She took the greetings into her heart, and then rushed back to the house, closed the door, and ran into her heart, and couldn't wait to open the wooden box.

The long sword was about to enter his eyes, and the goddess caught tears stained her clothes. The tenderness and sweetness that was blocked in her heart surged out, but the taste finally turned into one sentence:

"This enemy..."

In the attic opposite it, Shangguan Lingcheng was looking into the distance by the railing. Although he was separated by the window screen, the love and scenery were vivid in his mind.

Behind him, an envious chuckled suddenly, "People, why did Sister Nanfeng cry? Is it the saying of an immortal soldier, a little thief, or both?"

Shangguan Lingcheng was still calm and gentle, "Swords are good swords, and words are also good words. It makes me very hard to break. However, since the Fantianmen accepts this person, there will be a new atmosphere. Let's wait and see."

The ambiguous answer, the envious voice did not buy it, "I think the words are sharper than sword."

"Why?" Shangguan Lingcheng asked seriously.

"Not it, the true feelings are so clear." The voice continued: "This vernacular is so ordinary, but it is the most common words, but it is the most touching person. I missed Sister Nanfeng, who has been through the world for a long time, has been open and secretly arrows, and sweet words, and has long heard it. It is false feelings, false intentions, and it can be distinguished by one eye! But I was stunned by this little thief, heartless, and a heart-wrenching word that hits the point." As he said, the voice couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Nanfeng probably can't escape in this life."

"You think so too." Shangguan Lingcheng paused his head slightly, "That's why I sent her back to make this evil fate."

"The Lord of the Pavilion is preparing for the future, and my subordinates admire him."

"Don't flatter you first. I have a task to explain to you."

"...It's not a tricky errand for Sister Nanfeng, right?"

"That's right. It's that little thief."

"don't want--"

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Chapter completed!