People will work hard for a piece of bread, but only to live, and living longer will not change the ultimate destination. If you work hard for a piece of gold, it belongs to desire. A person's life is only to work hard for self-evolution, and perhaps it is the most valuable.
Li Muye passed through the long, narrow, dark, hot and humid five poison caves that were filled with stench and death at the fastest speed. This journey is not difficult for Tai Ding Dacheng, the director of the special adjustment office of Shenzhao inside and outside. The venomous snakes with thick mouths in the legend did not dare to approach after sensing the breath of Qiong Qizhu. As for Xiao Bai, this is destined to be an arduous journey, and it is also a crucial trial and temper. If he wants to complete a key evolution in his life, he must survive!
Bai Wuxia secretly lays out and provokes Xiaoyao Pavilion and Xunlongmen to start a battle. There is a battle above the river. It seems that with the appearance of the wind, the people who seek the Dragonmen have the meaning of subduing, and the people from Xiaoyao Pavilion are introduced here, in name. Those who take treasures, but everyone with a discerning eye knows that Xiaoyao Pavilion will not be content to take the treasure of a ship. Xunlongmen will not be willing to succumb to each other at their own door. There will be a fierce battle here.
Li Muye single-handedly passed through the Five Poison Caves and came to the Panlong Cave, the core of the Xunlongmen General Altar.
I saw the Yuzhu Panlong, stone teeth staggered, peaks and jungles standing, and melting hills undulating. Caves, eroded lakes, waterfalls, underground rivers and other wonders complement each other. It can be said to be a hole in a hole, with a tiger stalking a dragon. The country under the country is austere. Li Muye couldn't help but sigh: The so-called superhuman beings are not in the world. People are destined to die in this life. Compared with Wang Tu Baye, perhaps it is a great blessing to be able to live here and stay here forever.
In fact, only the Panlong Cave is the real dragon-seeking altar, the Mixian Cave is only their back garden for occasional enjoyment, and the Green Ghost Cave and Wudu Cave are roughly equivalent to pet breeding areas.
The grotesque rocks are densely packed in front, looking like a maze. Li Muye walked along the artificially excavated path and passed through the area densely covered with rugged rocks. After going forward for about ten minutes, he suddenly heard a faint voice from someone in front of him.
"Brother He, Brother Chang, the two brothers understand what they mean." The voice of Feng Jian Xiao said: "Xunlongmen and the Fukang Abe family have long established an agreement. The two helped the Abe family to set up South America and intend to invite Xiaoyao Pavilion. Join, as long as the brother nods, you will return the secret treasure of the Xiaoyao Pavilion shipwreck back to your brother."
"I'm still willing to share the fruits of South America with Brother Kazama." Oe Ryuwang Changdong said: "The master Abe Qingkong of Fukang Temple came to the west with the invading troops, and single-handedly found me looking for the dragon gate, and passed the treasure ship of Xiaoyao Pavilion. What happened to Eguchi told me that the two ate the treasure ship together. Master Abe Qingsky only borrowed the Ghost Valley Book for one day and one night. Then the two began an alliance for nearly seventy years. Today, as long as you agree with Brother Kazama, we are willing to hold it with both hands. Go to the Ghost Valley Book of Heaven."
It turned out that they hadn't started yet, Li Mu's ambition was a little restful. He sneaked into the trail, followed the sound and moved forward for a certain distance while keeping as safe as possible. I saw that there was a round pond square with two rows of tables and chairs on both sides. The 30 or so people in Xiaoyao Pavilion, led by Feng Jian Xiao and Yi Tongtian, occupied one side, and on the opposite side were Chang Dong and He Gui led by almost the same number. The Dragon-seeking Man.
"You two, since you want to cooperate, naturally you have to have a priority." Just listen to Kazama's whistle: "The two feel that between you and me, who is the leader and who is the second?"
He Gui said: "None of us can be the masters. Brothers think that once we unite, we will be the first power in the world. Neither you nor my strength can convince the public. Therefore, only Senior Abe Qingkong is qualified to preside over the overall situation."
The wind whispered: "Brother He is not relaxing with brothers?"
He ghost said: "Why did Brother Kazama say this?"
"The Abe Clear Sky was hosted by Fukang Temple. As far as I know, he learned kendo when he was seventeen and swept through Dongying at the age of 17. The realm's sharp spear Li is just a half-stroke. He retreats all over his body, revises onmyoji, and then travels west to China after fifteen years of hard work. A soul-suppressing song, half-squeezing the rivers and lakes, is really a stunning and brilliant person. But it is only slightly better than the three great masters of Xiaoyao Pavilion of my time."
Feng Jianxiao continued: "I said this 80 years ago. At that time, Liu Changfeng, the former patron of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, was less than 30 years old. Now Liu Changfeng is over a hundred years old. Even if Abe Clear Sky is still alive, I am afraid that he is already close to 120 years old in the wind, right?"
"Brother Kazama's words are wrong." He Gui said: "What kind of person is Senior Abe? Is it a master of onmyoji that is comparable to ordinary people in the world?"
"What kind of person he is, I am not interested in knowing. Fukang Temple and Xiaoyao Pavilion are like two rails on the same railway. They can go in parallel, but they can never merge."
Kazama screamed: "Fukang Temple's line and my Xiaoyao Pavilion have always kept the well water from the river. Although everyone is rooted in Dongying, they are harmonious but different. My Xiaoyao Pavilion has always been a hawk since the Meiji Restoration. The Kangsi line has always been a dove that advocates non-war methods to obtain benefits. The political party established by the Fukangsi family has been presiding over government affairs in front of the stage in these years. My Xiaoyao Pavilion has never interfered too much. We know that after the war is over The United States does not like Dongying’s hawkish politicians who are still active in front of the stage, so we chose to dormant for the sake of the overall situation, but this does not mean that we have to accept the leadership of the Fukang Temple."
"Even if Abe Qingkong presided over the overall situation personally, you can't accept it?" Chang Dong asked angrily.
"Even if Abe cleared the sky, this is what Xiaoyao Pavilion said!" Yi Tongtian who was next to Feng Jian Xiao suddenly said: "I don't believe him at his age, he can be better than the senior Feng Jian in his prime!"
"What if Senior Abe had just taken a Baiyuntang's secret Reconstruction Pill not long ago?" He Gui gestured a three with his hand, and continued: "Thirty years, Senior Abe has won the world, and At the pinnacle of thirty years of life, brother Kazama, Taoist, and friends of Xiaoyao Pavilion, what do you think?"
"We don’t know where the people of Abe Qingkong are, but we have to accept the alliance under the city under the banner of Xunlongmen? Isn’t this a joke?" Yi Tongtian said: "And even if Abe Qingkong is here Therefore, if you want to lead the Qunlun and lead the Dongyinghe tribe to become the new masters of the Greater China region, you have to show some clever tricks in front of me so that I can be convinced."
"Why do you need Senior Abe if you are convinced?" A person stood behind He Gui and said, "Speaking of which, it's still bigger than whose fist is, the old man He Nanbei asks the masters of Xiaoyao Pavilion for advice!"
When Li Muye heard this, his heart became clear again. No wonder Bai Wuxia wants to instigate these two lads to fight. It turns out that these old thieves in Xunlongmen are also a bunch of old traitors. It's just that the object of their cooperation is the Fukang Temple, the largest local power on Dongying Island. These two gangs of dog traitors are not good birds, it is best to fight and lose each other, and they all die.
With a loud voice, a gray-clothed old man walked into the arena with a fishing rod in his hand, stood akimbo, and looked around at the Xiaoyao pavilion. He looked proudly: "Which expert is willing to accompany He?"
PS: The old hooligan was poisoned by food. He took a bottle in the afternoon and went home to eat something at night. He vomited up and down. In order not to disappoint the friends who have been waiting for a long time, I tried my best to write a chapter. (End of this chapter)