This sleeve is understated.

The people in the inn only felt that they had a throb of the breeze, soft and fierce, and even the benches of the table and chair did not blow down, but the little man disappeared under this sleeve, as if it had never existed.

The tall man sat in his position, even if he was no longer oppressed by the heavy air engine of Xu Beiyou, and still did not dare to move, for fear that he was also considered by the Xu Zong master to be a mischievous person, and the smoke disappeared.

As early as before coming to Biyou Island, he had heard of the Hehwei name of the saber-popul master, and the real man who had killed the Daomen had enough hands, claiming that under the 18th floor could be killed by a sword.He originally felt that since it was a rumor, it must be somewhat exaggerated, but after seeing the great sword fairy with his own eyes today, he never thought so much.

Fortunately, Xu Beiyou did not continue to pursue the meaning, and poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it, and then slowly got up from his position.

Murongxuan and Qi Xianyun could not continue to sit and had to get up.

Xu Bei looked at Murongxuan, saying, "If there are all such brave people in the Daomen, An can have today's danger as tired as eggs?"

Murong Xuan was indifferent to the sarcasm in the words, and was silent.

Xu Beiyou shook two big sleeves, first out of the inn, and then the mother and daughter of Murongxuan followed.

The three had just come to the long street outside, which leads directly to the lotus peak, and saw someone riding a black donkey slowly from the end of the street, just heading towards the lotus peak, and the donkey's hooves stepped on the ground on the green slate, dripping, very crisp and loud.

An old Daoist rode on top of a donkey, wearing a dilapidated black robe, white-haired, not stifling, his body shaking with the donkey, and it looked like he would fall at any time.

A small child walks in front with a donkey, and the child grows a pink-carved jade, so that people know that they are not ancestors and grandchildren.

The Xu North Tour, which was about to go to Lotus Peak, stopped and stood in the same place.

Murong Xuan paused for a moment, looking at the old Daoist who was riding a donkey, and his face, which had never changed, showed a complex look.

Qi Xianyun did not know the old Daoist, but she could probably guess the identity of the old Daoist from some of the stories she had heard from her mother's face and some of the once vaguely heard legends.

One of the eight old people in Daomen, the stream dust is a real person.

After the rise of purple dust, the death of the blue dust, and the dust-free sitting, the stream dust, which was originally ranked fourth, has been the oldest person in the whole gate.

According to the generation, Qi Xianyun also called him "uncle".

When the three saw the old Daoist, because he rode the donkey and turned his back on the three people's stream dust also "seeed" the three people, especially the Xu North Tour at the head of the three, so he gently sat down with the donkey, and after the donkey stopped, jumped off the back of the donkey, and walked toward Xu Beiyou's first line: "Xu Zong Lord."

Xu Beiyou smiled, "I didn't expect it to be a real person to come in person."

After hearing the three words of "big real people", Qi Xianyun finally determined his own guess, looked at the people in front of him, and said with a pale face: "Six-thin Master, how can you be here?"

The stream dust looked at Qi Xianyun, the junior of Zongmen, smiled and said with a smile: "The Lord Xu Zong opened the door on the island of Biyou to greet the guests of the world, and the old road can come naturally."

He looked at Murongxuan again and smiled, "With Madame Murong's wisdom, I should understand what the old Dao can appear here, what does it mean?"

Even if it was blocked by Xu Beiyou in the Jinguang Temple, Murongxuan, who had not been glified at this moment, finally changed his face.

The stream of dust chuckled, "I am far from the twilight, I am going backwards and reverse."This sentence can be used on the old Tao, after all, the old road is hopeless, it is already many years.But it can also be applied to the nephew of the autumn leaf master, who teaches the real man, and the time of the ascent is approaching, and there is not much of the day of the world, so he rebelled against the day and night."

Murongxuan returned to a state of expressionlessness and no longer spoke.

Since I saw the stream and dust, Xu Beiyou was no longer in a hurry to climb the mountain, and led the old Dao people to a secluded place, because the original intention of rebuilding the lotus town was to entertain guests, so the town can be seen everywhere with a chessboard stone table and stone benches, at this time, the four people came to a four-sided stone table, just four stone benches on all sides.

After their respective seats, Xu Beiyou took the initiative to open up: "The real people came a little early."

The old Daoist smiled and said, "In fact, it is not too early, after the defeat of the grassland, there is no need to even help how to promote the poor road, the occult is already a group of enthusiasm, the poor Taoist nephew is busy playing the situation, and there is no way to take into account the poor road."

After hearing this, Qi Xianyun's face became more and more pale.

Xu Bei glanced at the little child who was accompanying the black donkey not far away and asked, “Is this the apprentice of the real man of the stream dust?”

The stream sighed, "It is the mantle of the old way, although the qualification root bone is not the top, but it is better than the heart of pure, it is a good seedling, that is, the old road is not much, I don't know how long to protect him."

Xu Beiyou said: "In fact, the real people are worried, and the elders should protect the younger generation, but they should also let go at the appropriate time."According to Xu, the man is 20 years old and crowned, he is already an adult, and the road will be taken by himself in the future."

The stream dust caresses must nod and sighed: "The children's grandchildren have their own children's grandchildren, and Mo is a horse and cow for their children and grandchildren."The Lord is right in saying this.”

At that time, Gongsun Zhongmou left Xu Beiyou Jianzong twelve swords and a fairy, although it seems that Xu Beiyou has a great opportunity to swim, but the sword of the twelve swords has long been scattered, all rely on Xu Beiyou to re-collect the twelve swords, coupled with the Daomen this great enemy, Xu Beiyou can have today's achievements, in any case can not be said to rely purely on the leftover.From this point of view, it is not only the sword that has achieved the Xu North Tour, and the Xu North Tour has also achieved the Sword Zong.This is a well-deserved child's grandson's grandson.

If the first half of the sentence "children and grandchildren have their own children's grandchildren" is to say Xu Beiyou, then the second half of the sentence "Mo for the children and grandchildren to do horse cattle" is to listen to Murongxuan.

If it is not for the two of them, the couple of autumn leaves and Murongxuan are determined to be a horse and cow for their children and grandchildren, the Daomen may not have today's situation.

Murong Xuan is indeed a Buddha-maught fairy born in the early years, and his gastroinance is excellent, and at this time it seems that the old monk is settled and deaf.

At this time, Xu Beiyou suddenly looked up and looked at the direction of the entrance of the lotus town.

Immediately followed by Murongxuan and the stream dust and looked up together with the direction of Xu Beiyou's line of sight.

Moments later, an old man appeared on the street of the long street and walked slowly from the card square that served as the gate of the lotus town.

The stream dust whispered: "This tour of the island is indeed a Croat Hidden Dragon, I did not expect this old guy to be shocked."

The name of the man is Lee, the name, the text and the text.