Gulugulugulugulugulu~~

The sound of drinking heavily.

The peach blossoms bloomed in countless pounds, but after March, they left for the tail of April, but they still did not wither.

There is a drunkard under the flower.

The drunkard is drinking.

But this alcoholic is like the sun.

He is here, just like spring is there forever, and the flowers will never fade.

Gulugulugulugulugulu~~

"Comfortable."

Xia Ji lay lazily.

Holding a book in my hand, reciting:

"Isn't you the only one who sees a roar? He is humble and hides, and is waiting for the apocalypse; he jumps from the east and west, and does not hinder the heights; he is in the middle of the mind, and dies from ignorance.

Now a ox is as big as a cloud hanging from the sky. This can be great, but it cannot hold on to a rat.

Now I have a big tree, and I worry about its uselessness. Why not tree trees in a land of nothing and a vast country?

Wandering and doing nothing, and sleeping under him.

If you don’t have a catty and an axe, you will be harmed; if you have nothing to use, how can you be in trouble?"

After reading, he threw the book aside.

He murmured: "If you don't have a catty axe, you will be harmless; if you have nothing to use, how can you be in trouble?"

After reading it, he laughed twice again.

A Zi sat obediently bently beside her master in a duck-sitting position. She liked her master's appearance, and it seemed that she felt that she had gained a lot even if she didn't go to read the book.

"Master, what does this sentence mean?"

Xia Ji said: "If a tree is not made of material, it will not be cut down by an axe and will be short of life. People think it is useless and can live freely in the wilderness."

"Oh." A Zi didn't understand.

Xia Ji laughed and said, "I am this useless tree, so I am free."

"Oh." A Zi still didn't understand, but she felt her brain was sore, and suddenly she jumped up, "I'll go dry the quilt~~"

A moment later, she took out Xia Ji's sheet from the wooden house and hung it on a tree demon. At the same time, she lay down and hung it on the tree trunk. Her fur should be dried together.

Xia Ji lay under the peach tree demon tree, watching the bees buzzing among the flowers.

And those cute flower monsters also flew with bees.

He felt a little sleepy and yawned.

Suddenly, the bee's voice disappeared.

Xia Ji opened his eyes curiously and happened to see a cute flower demon eating the bee in one bite.

Xia Ji:...

The flower demon hurriedly spit out the bees and shouted: "Dad, I am playing hide-and-seek with the bees."

The confused bee fled to the distance like crazy.

Xia Ji closed his eyes again, and the flower demon turned into a gust of wind, quickly swept out, and ate the escaped bees in another bite, then began to chew and swallow.

After a short moment, all the bees were destroyed!

......

Xia Ji lay leisurely.

But the matter about him has been spread.

Many people were shocked by the fact that this lazy and useless uncle had a righteous spirit.

Although these people don’t know what Haoran’s righteousness is, it doesn’t prevent them from understanding that this is a very powerful talent.

But the ending is that the Haoran righteousness and the purple demon fire form a balance.

This uncle may have sealed a terrible demon with his body.

ending...

Some people feel sorry.

Some people regret it.

Some people admired it.

Some people questioned.

Someone laughed at it.

But no matter what, this incident spread farther away.

Compared to directly confirming his "uselessness", there is an ups and downs, and it can be confirmed and understood for so long, and it is considered very reasonable.

The toon tree is useless, so it is free in the wind and leisurely;

The mayfly has a short life, so it is possible to see the day and night;

Why do you have to be beautiful in the forest and become a catastrophe?

Why do you have to travel around the mountains, seas and lakes? Spring and autumn are like a day, and worries are increasing day by day?

......

On the other side.

In front of the prince's cave.

The old Taoist arrived in person.

Yu Qingzhu couldn't open the door, but he could.

The old Taoist voice was calm: "Lingluzi, it's me."

This calm sound has extremely strong penetration and can penetrate into this thick stone door.

a long time.

No one answered.

The old Taoist raised his hand and patted the stone wall, and a roulette-like thing floated on the stone wall.

The old Taoist turned around at a certain rhythm on the roulette several times, and then stepped back.

Kakka...

The stone door is raised.

The scene in the Qing Prince's Cave is brightly illuminated: three resident stone caves, in a triangular shape, facing a golden statue of incense in the center.

However, all three caves were empty.

"Ling Luzi, have you been in seclusion for so long? Have you been involved in this?" The old Taoist closed his eyes, his eyes fell to the third empty stone cave, frowned slightly, showing a little doubt, as if he had forgotten something, and then covered the stone gate.

The setting sun shines, shining out the rings of a broken tree outside the cave, and also shining out the silver hair, hunched body, and the light wooden sword behind him.

The hour of You has arrived, and the evening class time has come.

Master Qingzhu was wearing a mysterious robe and sat coldly on the futon in the chanting hall.

She is only in her early twenties, she looks beautiful, and her tears add more charm. This is the time when men are most moved.

However, none of the disciples in the Sutra Recitation Hall dared to have a blasphemy.

The figure of the god sitting on the front cushion of the scripture chanting hall is a sculpture of thousands of years of ice. It is crystal clear and beautiful, not as popular as the world. It is admirable and admirable, but cannot be approached.

She sat, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be suppressed, showing a strange solemnity.

Yu Qingzhu glanced at the disciples, and her pupils were in a flash, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Immediately afterwards, she closed her eyes and recited scriptures to save the dead souls.

In the chanting hall, the sound of chanting scriptures arose.

Outside the door and window, the setting sun was as bloody as the sun.

There is fog in the mountains, and the Taoist palace on the top of the deep mountain is about to flood.

Suddenly,

The Taoist boy's voice sounded in the distance.

"Senior Brother Yu Chongshan and Senior Brother Mo Kongyun, you need to unravel the sword when entering the Sutra Recitation Hall..."

The Taoist boy's footsteps were also very rapid.

Accompanied by the sound of two swords shaking quickly,
To be continued...