The "people" in black clothes and white crowns sat on the gods, and slowly read the words on a few pieces of paper.

"...slowly insult the world, blaspheme/blaspheme the age."

After reading this, the man with handsome eyebrows and white crown released his hand.

"Speaking of the Clear Day" written by Mr. Yuan Mu of Luoshui Shuzhuang fell from the sky in a whirl.

"Fighting the gods and souls to smash Tiansuo, to seek a way of life for the twelve continents, in exchange for such a long-winded, evil-filled end, is it worth it?... The people to protect hate you, the betrayal Kongsang fears you, and places hope. The immortal sect is afraid of you... Resentment, cowardice, greed, viciousness, ignorance of gratitude and dissatisfaction, people's hearts are evil spirits. After so many years, how come you still don't understand this truth?"

The man in black with a hundred crowns looked down at Gu Mu.

The branches and leaves of Gu Zong were denser than before, turning from silver to jade. The Golden Crow perched not far away, tilted his head and stared at him, as if he was looking at an acquaintance who was a little annoying but would not act. The gray ancient wood bark has a faint dense golden rune - that is a trace of embers left by the white-robed monarch who did everything he could a long time ago.

Not long ago, the person who left the embers lit the flames again.

"You're wrong, you know everything."

"You are stupid."

He suddenly rubbed his palms and laughed, laughing so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Compassion is guilty, sincerity is guilty.

Greed is innocent, ambition is innocent.

Goodness is the saddest.

Chapter 95 "Take me out."

The branches rustled.

The Golden Crow perched not far away poked a huge head and was about to peck the young man in black and white. The young man slapped it on its long beak and pushed it away: "Let's go, I don't want to fight today." After speaking, he smiled strangely again, "Now there is no god to protect you, a flat-haired beast."

Jinwu angrily blasted the feathers on his neck.

The young man ignored it, and sat on the wooden log smoking a dry cigarette in silence. The white mist curled up, blurring his expression.

"Shi Yi is dead."

He said to himself.

"Thousands of years ago, the Imperial Beast Sect killed it and made it into a stone tablet for Zhenweifengfeng Cave. A close-up of the Xizhouzhou Zhida book, everyone is happy to get rid of evil monsters... Ha, evil monsters! It was originally a Guarding the northwest corner!" The young man suddenly laughed again, almost falling from the tree, "It's so interesting, slaying demons and eradicating demons! It's so interesting!"

He said "it's interesting" three times in a row.

The long wind is cold.

"That guy is a big stupid man, he looks fierce, and his brain is just a stone. He doesn't even know that those wild temples were built for him, and how can he know that those sacrifices were killed for him... It only remembers you. Let it guard the northwest corner, teach it when to open the wind cave and when to close the wind cave. Then I want to see you."

The young man chuckled.

"Look, Shi Yi doesn't understand anything, just listens to your words, and keeps the wind cave honestly, thinking that as long as he guards the wind cave, he can wait until you come back. What happened? You came back, he died. I can see you in the end. On the one hand, it's the moon mother and the classic daughter who hate you... If Shi Yi didn't listen to you so much, would he be able to see you?"

The skies were empty.

The gods are not sang, and the gods are not there.

The young man slowly restrained his exaggerated smile, knocked on the amber pipe, knocked out a little dark red ember, watched the dark red fall down, flickered in the wind, and then went out.

Silently.

"Forget it, it's boring."

He let go.

When the pipe fell, the young man stood up, flipped his palm, and a faint flame appeared. He pressed the other hand on the god, and the golden runes on the branches of the tree clearly emerged. With no expression, he let the fire ball in his hand melt into the wood little by little, and his pupils turned into cold green.

The weak fire was wrapped layer by layer by the vitality of the center of the ancient house.

until invisible.

"I don't owe you anymore," the young man withdrew his hand, and the cold wind blew the hem of his clothes, "We're even."

He stepped out and stepped into the wind.

At the time of sunrise, the Golden Crow spread its wings and carried the sun into the sky. The canopy of the Shenzhao tree covering more than a hundred miles surged together, layer upon layer like waves, and the hot wind was mighty. The black-clothed and white-crowned youth couldn't help but turn his head and glanced back at him. He saw Ye Ruyu, who vaguely seemed to have a white robe like snow, sitting in the shadow of the whirling trees, with a smile on his face.

The leaves are surging.

The phantom disappeared, and there was nothing on the tree.

He turned away.

Don't look back.

………………………………

Liu Aren got up early.

After Zucheng became the second habitat for the Golden Crow, Shanhai Pavilion soon sent several patriarchs and many disciples over, mainly to take care of Shenzu and the Golden Crow. The patriarch, who was headed by the old surname Tao, was the elder who had come to pick up Qiu Bodeng, Zuo Yuesheng and Lu Jing in a flying boat.

"Why so soon, the young pavilion master has become the pavilion owner?"

As soon as he crossed the yard, Master Liu was drunk, and was chatting with Elder Tao Rong again.

Elder Tao Rong loves to play chess, and Master Liu is good at chess. Elder Tao Rong simply did not go to live in the clean room and private room prepared by Cheng Zhusi, and just like Zuo Yuesheng, he settled down in Liu's nest. Elder Tao is arrogant, Master Liu has a big heart, and if you come to me with Heizi and Baiqi, the two will become friends.

Now that there is friendship, Master Liu is a little bit at a loss when he speaks.

In front of the elders of Shanhai Pavilion, he asked Zuo Yuesheng how he became the pavilion owner so quickly, and he didn't even think about it. It was easy for people to misunderstand that he was questioning the ability of the current pavilion owner.

"My daughter is a city and I wish every day to be busy with this and that. It's hard enough. The young pavilion master is in charge of the entire mountain and sea pavilion. I don't know how much to do..."

"father!"