Respect

?? Seeing the old gentleman crying and smiling pointing at Gu Qingfeng, saying what is still alive, everyone can not understand, Wuxuan Mountain's Xuanxin Taoism, Liu Qingyan, Qingxi and others do not know what happened, and they also I didn't dare to think too much, and immediately went to ask, but no matter how they asked, if the old man withered wood did not hear it, he was still crying and laughing, his mood was very unstable.

"Guilty! No! I really should be guilty!"

Lao Mu, the old man, cried in tears, crying, "If it wasn't for the old self-assertion and took the king to Daqingshan, the king wouldn't ... so set foot on a path of no return!"

幕 This scene is extremely horrifying to everyone. Everyone can see that it is because of the guilt that the old gentleman is so excited, but why is this why?

Does he believe that this man is a real Chiyan boy?

Yes!

should be!

Otherwise, the old man could not be so excited.

Regarding this, people in Wuseshan are more worried and have some headaches.

Because they all know that the old man has always felt guilty about the king, so it is easy to trust others. This is how he believed in Gu Tiansheng, who claims to be the descendant of the king, 50 years ago. The ancient breeze of Chiyan.

"Uncle, is this person a real Chiyan boy or an unknown number, you don't have to do this!"

Tamarix Qingyan persuaded, "Even if he is a Chiyan son, he may not really be a king."

"Uncle, Feng Lie's ancestor is the benefactor of the king. If he is really a king, how can he get rid of it." Xuan Xin Dao Zun also advised: "Also, the tune he just played is most likely to be You must believe in others by using spiritual means. "

Everyone around me also persuaded the old man not to believe it easily, and not to forget the things that were born in ancient times fifty years ago. <>

Suddenly.

The old man withered wood turned a deaf ear. He was like a heart-breaking madness. Instead of being persuaded by the audience, he shouted to the mysterious heart of Wuseshan and Liu Qingyan: "Shut up! Shut up! Knee down! Give me all! Kneel down! "

The shouting of Mr. Witherwood was loud, as if he was shouting with all his strength by pulling his throat.

He just shouted, everyone shouted.

Kneel?

为何 Why did the old dead wood let Xuanxin wait for someone to kneel?

Even if the old man believes that this man is the real Chiyan son, and he believes that he is the heir of the king, there is no need to kneel, right?

Xuan Xin and other people in Wu Se Shan were there, and they were at a loss.

"Miscellaneous things! Kneeling! Kneeling !!!"

The old man with a dry face was sulky and roared angry.

Xuan Xin, Liu Qingyan, and others who look at me, I see you, all have big eyes and small eyes, and when they do n’t know what to do, a more shocking scene happens. He knelt on the ground and said, "Junior ignorance, please ... please do not blame it!"

Oh my god!

How is this going?

Why did the old man kneel on his own, and still plead guilty to the boy Chi Yan?

This……

Why?

Why on earth?

For ten thousand steps back, even if this man is really a heir to the king, the old man does not need to kneel at all!

If someone kneels, it should be the heir to the king!

The people around me looked at this scene, all stunned, and in the distance, Han Dong and Ou Yang Ye were shocked and unable to speak. <>

This scene is very familiar to them, really familiar.

Because Han Dong clearly remembers that not long ago, he took the ancient Qingfeng to visit the master at Yaoyue Palace. The purpose was to use the identity of Chiyan to let the master feel relieved. At that time ... it seemed that the master was inexplicably like a frustrated madness, not only Kneeling herself, she knelt down.

As for why this is so.

Wu Handong is still unclear so far. She asked the master that Feiyan Daozun just told her not to offend the Chiyan son.

I also don't know why.

This is the case of the previous master, so now Master Old Wood is the same.

I was even stronger than the response of the master at that time.

How could this be!

Wu Handong looked at the ancient Qingfeng incredibly.

Here.

Wu Xuan's heart, Dao Zun and others are trying to help the old man with the dead tree, but just as soon as they started, they were scolded by the old man.

"Git! Kneeling!"

This time, the old man was holding Xuan Xin Dao Zun's head to force Xuan Xin to kneel down.

Desolate Pavilion.

The ancient breeze looked at this scene, his hands were still touching the piano, and said softly: "Master, why are you doing this, I said, I just came for the ancient Sirius, you don't have to do this. <>"

知道 "Know! Lao Wan knows that you came for the king ... Lao Wan knows ... Lao Wan also knows, because you represent the king, so ... Lao Wan kneels down and pleads guilt!"

"You have gratitude to the ancient Sirius. Even if he does come, he will kneel, not you!"

"No! Kings are kings, and they will always be the princes of this world. Old age is just a grass-roots practitioner in this world. It is right to worship the king, not to mention, old age has never had any kindness to the king. No, on the contrary ... it hurts the king. "

Talking, Father withered wood cried again, shouting incessantly: "It's the old king who has troubled the king ... it's the old king who can't live with him! It's all the old king ... it's all the old wrong!"

The old man withered wood cried and broke his heart ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How guilty he is, how much he cries.

Beside, Wu Xuanshan's Xuanxin, Liu Qingyan, Qingxi, and others all looked stupid. They couldn't understand why the good old Master Suddenly changed like this? Even if he trusted Gu Tiansheng 50 years ago, the old man did not bow down and cry like he is today!

"Graceful grudges ... causes and effects, no wonder grudges are the most indistinguishable since ancient times."

The ancient breeze shook his head and sighed, and then said, "Father, let him pass in the past. I am here this time, but I just want to visit you, and by the way, heal your wounds ..."

"Old wounds ... it doesn't matter ... don't dare to bother ..."

"Relax, block distractions, and listen to me play a song."

The ancient breeze touched the piano with one hand, turned it over with his right hand, a pop of wine appeared in the palm of his hand, opened the altar, and raised his head and mumbled a few mouthfuls.

The cymbal sound also gradually increased from the dullness just now, and the technique also became mysterious from the ordinary technique just now. When the mysterious hands danced the piano, it brought the afterglow.

"It can be painful, and you bear it."

The sound of the crickets dropped, the speed of Gu Qingfeng's playing became faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became louder.

With a loud wow, the old man sprayed blood from his mouth and nose, and turned to Qiqiao bleeding.