The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Amid Dong Xuzi's angry roar, Ouyang pulled out his ears and walked out of the hall.

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, he saw that the little bastard was riding on Zhao Qiansun's head, grinning and brushing his hair.

It is no longer the harmonious scene where one person preached and a monkey listened. Now it is more like two enemies with new and old hatreds combined.

The little bastard punched Zhao Qiansun in the eye. Zhao Qiansun screamed and became furious.

He turned over and rode on the little bum, and punched the little bang bang bang on the monkey's face.

One person and one monkey were fighting fiercely, but they were still conscious and did not use any real energy magic. They were fighting like ordinary people.

Ouyang sat on the stone steps leisurely, watching a man and a monkey entangled together.

You give me a kick, I give you a punch, I pull out my hair and slap you twice. What monkeys are best at is stealing peaches. This is true at all.

Seeing Zhao Qiansun's pained facial features almost wrinkled together, Ouyang couldn't help but tighten his legs.

Relying solely on physical fitness, there is still a gap between humans and beasts.

After only a few rounds of fighting, the little Yakuza sat on Zhao Qiansun again and beat Zhao Qiansun with a monkey punch until he cried like a ghost.

When Zhao Qiansun saw Ouyang sitting on the stone steps, he shouted to Ouyang for help as if he saw a savior: "Brother! Hurry up! Your monkey is crazy!"

After watching enough of the play, Ouyang coughed, pretended to be angry and reprimanded the little wretch: "Okay, stop beating, what kind of place is this? You are playing around like this, what a shame!"

Hearing Ouyang's reprimand, the little bastard jumped off Zhao Qiansun reluctantly, glanced at Zhao Qiansun bitterly, and said in his heart: "Boss said that you can't hit you in this place, don't Give me an order!"

And when he heard Ouyang calmly setting the tone for this matter, Zhao Qiansun became even more angry.

The ghost is messing around with this monkey?Are you blind?Didn't you see that this monkey is all dead hands?

If I really have nothing to do, I will find trouble for myself, what kind of preaching to a monkey, a beast is a beast, and if I disagree with it, I will come up and scratch myself.

Zhao Qiansun cursed secretly in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He stood up with a bruised nose and swollen face, glared at the monkey at the side, cupped his hands at Ouyang indiscriminately, then turned and walked down the mountain. .

Seeing Zhao Qiansun walking down the mountain and disappearing from sight, Ouyang turned to the little bum and asked, "What's the matter?"

The little bastard patted himself because he had been punched twice in the face, grinning and covering his cheeks and said angrily: "Boss, this kid is not a good person! He preached to me and even told me about the cycle of cause and effect. Everything that happened was of my own making!"

The little bastard was also angry in his heart, originally thought that Zhao Qiansun was still a good person, and he kindly preached to himself.

But while he was talking, this kid actually took part in his private work and told himself about the cycle of cause and effect, where good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil.

No matter what happens, you should accept it so that you can get good rewards in the next life!

As soon as he heard this, Xiao Zhao San became angry instantly.

What is this about?I ask what are you talking about?

I have suffered so much just to save the boss from the bad place, and you are here telling me to accept all this calmly.

I accept Nima's!

If this world does not follow my will, I will rebel against this world!

The little wretch spit in the direction Zhao Qiansun left, feeling angry still in his heart.

Ouyang understood that what Zhao Qiansun told the little Yasan was probably a Buddhist proverb, advising people to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Thinking of Zhao Qiansun's increasingly thinning hair just now, Ouyang really began to look forward to what this bad-bellied guy would be like when he was dragged to become a monk.

Not lightly but not seriously, the little wretch gave the little wretch a brain-bump, and the true essence also passed through. The little wretch had some scratches on his body, and began to heal slowly.

The little wretch bowed gratefully to his boss, and squeezed Ouyang's legs to flatter him.

Seeing that the hozen changed into a flattering appearance, Ouyang said with some dumbfounding: "From today onwards, you will come here every day to listen to the teacher, remember if you don't!"

The little Yakuza who had just reshaped his true body and still wanted to explore the changes in his body nodded reluctantly.

Looking at the unhappy little brat, Ouyang was hit on the head again and said: "The headmaster is now the best in the world. It is your blessing to be able to listen to his sermons. Learn your skills well, you hear me!"

The little bum was overjoyed when he heard that his boss had found him the number one master in the world as his master.

The little wretch who led the big change left Qingyun Peak under the disappointed eyes of the guards.

After returning to the small mountain peak, the little boy couldn't wait to show his new body to the handsome guy.

And Ouyang lay on the deck chair above the big tree again, digesting the news he got from Dong Xuzi today.

The long river of time, the pioneer, the catastrophe, the immortal, the chessboard.

Each one is easy to understand, but how to find a way to break the game from this natural chess game is what Ouyang needs to think about.

The headmaster of the Qingyun Sect already has a death wish and will be martyred during the Dao Demon War nine years later.

Although I don't know how he will be martyred, but he will definitely drag all the immortals to die together.

This is the final part of their plan, and it is something that Dong Xuzi and the others have been planning for a long time.

Ouyang didn't speak to stop him, and his mood didn't even fluctuate much.

It would be a lie to say that he was not sad, after all, he was an elder who watched him grow up.

The words of persuasion came to his lips but he swallowed them down. Ouyang knew that even if he tried to persuade him, it would not have any effect.

Just like Dong Xuzi persuaded himself, he also wouldn't listen.

How to get rid of the established fate is what Ouyang has to consider.

After thinking for a long time, Ouyang took out a stack of white paper from the storage space and slowly began to fold it.

Not long after, a vivid paper crane appeared in his hand.

He looked at the paper crane in his hand with satisfaction. When he was in an orphanage in his previous life, he often took the children in the yard to fold these gadgets for kind people in the society.

After so many years of not folding, I didn’t expect that I still haven’t forgotten this craft!

Putting away the folded paper cranes, Ouyang picked up another piece of white paper and folded it leisurely again.

From afternoon to moonrise.

Unknowingly, there are piles piled up around him, but Ouyang is still stacking them without haste.

There were footsteps outside the door for the first time, and a hand pushed open the door to the small courtyard.

A dew-stained black dress appeared in front of Ouyang.