Wu Laoruo, who had just walked out of Lingding Alley, felt something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Gu Xuefeng, with a helpless face, "I knew I wouldn't let this guy go, why did we start fighting as soon as we met!"
But even if Mr. Wu wanted to break up the fight, he couldn't get over it.
Not to mention that I am not treated well by the person on Gu Xuefeng, and I will never be able to climb Gu Xuefeng in this life. Even if they go up, they can only stare from the sidelines.
A man whose temper is as strong as his strength, and a skinny camel who is bigger than a horse, goes up to break up the fight by himself. Isn't this looking for death?
Maybe if the two of them join together, they will deal with themselves first and then fight. Where will the mute go to reason with him then? I did this myself, I can't blame others.
Old Wu rubbed his temples with a headache. Forget it, let them go. At worst, they would find someone to go up the mountain to collect the bodies for them in two days.
Then Mr. Wu took a step forward and came to a sparkling reed marsh. Not far away is a small island covered with trees.
Although it is winter now, the water here is still rippling and the spring scenery is bright. The reeds were combing their hair on the shore, and fish, birds, insects and beasts of all kinds were at ease, creating a paradise-like scene.
Mr. Wu started again and came to the island.
Looking at the beautiful scenery here, Mr. Wu couldn't help but nodded, "For a long-term view, the green mountains should be like this. Living in a secluded place near the water and no one knows about it. It's a good place, a good place."
A purple shirt floated over, and he laughed and said: "Mr. Wu is so elegant, he is actually free to come to the humble house today."
Mr. Wu glanced at the young man in purple shirt, and twitched his lips, "No, I can't afford to call you Mr. Wu, we are close in age."
You are already so old, why are you pretending to be young?
No shame!
The young man in purple shirt smiled slightly and said: "On the road of spiritual practice, those who are successful come first."
Mr. Wu rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.
The boy in purple shirt looked up at Gu Xuefeng, with a longing look on his face.
"What's so interesting about two stubborn old men fighting?" Mr. Wu glanced at Gu Xuefeng again, his tone sour.
"It's a rare encounter in a thousand years. It's a blessing to see it." The boy in purple shirt said with emotion.
Mr. Wu twitched his lips and said, "Among us back then, you and that old coquettish guy were the only ones who loved being polite! Now it's even more prosperous than before!"
The young man in purple shirt smiled and said: "Brother Wen Huan and I are of the same mind and just follow our own wishes. Besides, Mr. Wu has forgotten that there was the Eighth Prince back then."
Mr. Wu suddenly seemed like a frightened bird, and said with a trembling voice, "If you want to say something, just say it, and don't involve me."
The purple-shirted boy looked at ease, "If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. I don't care."
"Sure enough, scholars still have a lotus root body and a lot of clever minds."
"you flatter me."
Mr. Wu was so angry that he didn't even drink a cup of tea, and he was even disgusted.
Never come again next time!
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"Your Majesty, you are cheating again." In the courtyard, an old man in purple robe with white hair and beard twisted a sunspot between his fingers and looked at the chessboard in front of him and laughed angrily.
The young man in the robe had an innocent face, as if he had no idea what was going on, as if he was not the one who had just secretly changed a few chess pieces.
The purple-robed old man pointed to the place where he had just been secretly replaced, "I remember that the chess pieces in this area were not like this, right? Your Majesty, please don't do such a thing to deceive yourself and others."
The young man in the robe twisted a white coin and pretended to urge: "Old fairy, what's the difference? You must be dazzled and saw it wrong. Hurry up and go eat hot pot after the rain. It's snowing heavily."
The purple-robed old man chuckled, pointed the black piece in one place, and re-planned the layout of the chess pieces in his mind.
As for what the young man in robe just said, is it dazzling? hehe.
Forget it, let it be what you say.
Only a few moves later, when the old man in purple robe planted the black man in an inconspicuous place, all the foreshadowings that had been hidden before came to the surface, and connected together, forcing the young man in the robe to a dead end. .
The young man in the robe looked at the situation in front of him. The white piece in his hand had nowhere to play, and he was undecided. In the end, the young man in the robe had no choice but to grab another white stone and throw the two together on the chessboard. "After so many years, I still haven't been able to beat the old fairy."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. Your Majesty's way is not between the square and the circle, but somewhere else. You don't have to force yourself too much for your daily entertainment." The purple-robed old man chuckled.
"Old god, there is no need to comfort me. If you lose, you lose. If you explain too much, you will lose your status." The young man in the robe stood up, "Let's go for a walk and eat hot pot. It's too cold."
The old man in purple robe also thought about standing up.
Is it cold? I think he is greedy.
However, the old man in purple robe did not expose the young man in robe, "It just so happens that I haven't eaten for a long time. Your Majesty must be going to treat you."
The young man in the robe nodded, and then they disappeared into the courtyard together.
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In the blacksmith shop, a tall man of about five to sixty-six inches was holding his mouth tightly, swinging a hammer as thick as an average person's wrist, flying around like nothing, making it impossible to tell that it was a hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms. !
The blacksmith shop is located in a busy street, and it is extremely noisy with people coming and going. From time to time, customers come to inquire and take things from the shop. But the man was not distracted and was still swinging the hammer. He only occasionally raised his head to deal with the guests, and then continued to work hard.
The man threw the iron piece in his hand into the cold water, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Another waste.
The man turned around and entered the small room behind him, which was his usual rest room.
The rest room is not big. There is only a wooden bed and table, and there is no other extra furniture.
The man walked in, appearing taller and the rest room became smaller.
The man looked at the six large flags hanging on the wall, which were in six colors: black, white, green, red, gray, and gold. The patterns on them seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making them difficult to see clearly.
The man still pursed his lips and looked at the six flags on the wall in silence.
I was speechless in my heart.
He didn't know how long ago he got these six flags, but he hasn't made any progress since then. Now he's getting even more tired. He doesn't know if it's...
The man squinted his eyes and looked up in every direction, as if he was seeing somewhere through the wall, millions of miles away.
Old man, you have been holding on for so many years, why can’t you hold on this time?
If I had a seventh handle...
The man suddenly choked and gave up the idea.
how can that be possible? If it were really that simple, I wouldn't have been stuck here for so long.
A trace of self-deprecating smile appeared on the man's face.
I haven't made any progress in these years, and I still want to sit back and wait for nothing, and get something for nothing. I really feel like I am getting better and better.
But the young master left, leaving such a little thorn in his side. I don’t know what he thought.
Thinking of that little prick, the man felt dazed for a while.
Fortunately, it didn't involve me, otherwise I might have messed up my mind and even lost the flag.
The man looked at the six big flags on the wall, sighed, and felt a headache again.
