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There was the sound of Qiu Wang's eight lambs with laughter from behind, Zuo Yuesheng was angry from the heart, and he was wicked, running fast while stepping on the eaves, and throwing something at Qiu Bo Deng with his hand.
Qiu Bo Deng looked very lively, and when he saw something flying, he instinctively waved his robe sleeves and knocked it down. Swept away by the strong wind, the thing that Fatty threw exploded in mid-air, and it instantly seemed as if 10 million spice shops had opened in mid-air, and the smell of inferior spice so strong that it could choke people to death was in Qiu Bodeng's nose. Blast.
Young Master Chou's nose is as delicate as his tongue, and he is used to being served by Fengya and Mingxiang. He was caught off guard and smelled this "pickled" stuff, his stomach turned upside down, and he was so smoked that he almost spit it out.
Outside Zuo Yuesheng laughed and ran away.
After he knew that the surnamed Chou came to Jucheng, he prepared such a "secret treasure" in a hurry that night.
"Fat! Do you want to die!"
Qiu Bo Deng covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and flipped the hem of his clothes with the other. He simply stepped on the window lattice and chased out. The young man in white who came behind also jumped out.
Zuo Yuesheng took the time to glance back, and was shocked. The surnamed Chou didn't get smoked, and he chased him out? He shuddered, his intuition was not good, he didn't care whether he was ashamed or not, he opened his throat and shouted:
"Loujiang—"
"Where did you bastard go-"
"I'll be beaten to death if I don't come out—"
Others are fat, heart-warming, lung-living, and full of qi. When they howl loudly, they are startled by birds.
Hearing that the guards who followed the white-robed young master stumbled under their feet and almost fell off the roof. It is better to be famous than to meet, the shameless demeanor of the young pavilion master of Shanhai Pavilion is unparalleled in the world. Inexplicably, they sympathized with Lou Jiang, the famous genius Qingjian in Shanhaige.
Shame, it's too humiliating to follow such a young pavilion master!
As soon as Qiu Bodeng ran on the roof, the wind blew away most of the smell of the inferior spices and felt better. Hearing Fatty Zuo calling for help, he sneered.
Others don't know it, but Qiu Bodeng knows it. Now Lou Jiang and Daoist Xuanqing are eager to investigate the matter of Ying Puppet. How can he have the time to control whether the young master of their Shanhai Pavilion will be beaten to death?
There was a lingering voice, and the ghost surnamed Lou was nowhere to be seen.
Zuo Yuesheng had no choice but to continue running.
His cultivation base is not high, and he has a lot of miscellaneous treasures on his body. When he was just digging things, he pulled out a pair of climbing boots, and he skillfully put them on himself while jumping. Run all over the city. As soon as Dengyun boots were put on, Zuo Yuesheng rose and fell a few times on the roof ridge, escaping faster than a rabbit, and was particularly good at utilizing the terrain.
A group of people flew from East Street to West Street and from West Street to South Street like flying kites.
Under normal circumstances, most of the cultivators are tall and unrestrained, but the Wannian Ancient Tree is like a silver birdcage that tightly covers the entire city. Above the roof, the branches hanging like a web of branches slanted and slanted high and low, and they couldn't get up at all.
The originally peaceful and peaceful town was stirred up again.
One fleeing, a group of chasing, where the tiles fell and the eaves were broken, chickens and dogs jumped, and there were noisy scoldings of men, women, old and young.
Zuo Yuesheng jumped up a small courtyard and smashed a piece of the roof tiles.
The girl who was washing clothes in the yard heard the sound, looked up and saw the lopsided beast on the roof of her house crumbling, and shouted anxiously:
"It's going to fall, it's going to fall! Don't step on it!!!"
As soon as the words came out, another young man walked over the valley of the bells and tiles.
Hearing the scolding, the young man turned his head and glanced over. The sunlight leaked into him from the gaps between the billions of overlapping leaves of the tree tree, adorning the corners of his eyes with a star-like light, and his hair was like a jackdaw and his skin was like a plain snow coat. The red maple is so bright that it seems to have used up all the colors in the world. The young man rushed to the end of the ridge in an instant, and jumped up on the beast.
During the ups and downs, the red clothes turned into fire, turned into a glow, and turned into a splendid sight.
The second half of the girl's words got stuck in her throat.
Clap.
The crumbling lop-ridge beast came to an end, and with a little golden light thrown from the sleeve of the red-clothed boy, it rolled down and fell into the weeds in the yard. The girl went over to poke the grass and saw a piece of gold being thrown away. She was surprised and delighted. She gasped and ran outside the yard, but she couldn't find the shadow again.
I could only hear the old man next door shouting loudly:
"Hey"
"Don't bump into the gods—"
Zuo Yuesheng's wishful thinking was quite loud.
The roofs of the houses in this city are covered with the branches of old trees, so you have to be very careful when you chase them, otherwise you will easily hit the tree trunks. The monk's skin is thick and fleshy and is not afraid of being hit, but if the tree branch is broken, all the people of Zucheng will come out and fight hard. Those guys in the back don't want to be hunted down by the whole city, so they have to dodge every once in a while. With the help of Dengyun boots, he can completely "pass through ten thousand branches without touching one's body".
After running for a while, Zuo Yuesheng estimated that he was almost there, and looked back.
It doesn't matter if you don't look, at first glance, he almost hit the tree trunk in front of him.
The cultivators brought by the white-clothed son were all thrown away, but Qiu Bodeng and the white-clothed son were still chasing after him.
Especially Qiu Bodeng.
God damn it, could this guy also have a pair of cloud boots? How do you go so fast!
Zuo Yuesheng hurriedly ran for his life, shouting as he ran, "Young Master Chou! I was wrong! I was wrong! You have a lot, please forgive me! I will ask the old man to cross you off the list!" "No need! I'm very comfortable at the top of the list!"
Qiu Bodeng replied loudly.
Carrying the Taiyi sword, he stepped on the archway and leaned over, passing under a tree branch that was blocking his waist, and fell to a high wall like a flying swallow.