Storm of Kings

"What is fate?!"

"What is the avenue?"

"Where is the meaning of our existence? Has everything been arranged long ago?"

"Presumably all of you have achieved the ancestral court, but are we the puppets of the ancestral court or the king sitting on the heights of the ancestral court? Can anyone give me the answer? Who?"

Hearing these almost chanting words, one of the most secluded teahouses at the end of Bodhisattva Street was quiet. The middle-aged uncle in Taoist clothes patted his forehead and said, "I am a teahouse, not a pub, you stinky boy. Are you stupid? Every time I go to Zizhuxuan to drink tea, I can get drunk. If it disturbs the quietness of the distinguished guests, I will make you look good."

"It's not drunk, it's silly." A voice came from the table near the window.

"Oh, old uncle, you don't want to praise this guy, this kid is muddled all day, and doesn't know where the root of the disease is."

At this moment, a bell rang from the door, which sounded very nice.

A young man in black walked in from the door.

Taoist priests are accustomed to face-to-face. When he sees this man with raised sword eyebrows, his eyes are like stars, his nose is quite strong, but it is not the lonely nose on the photo book, because this forehead and chin with two cheeks are born so well. The four-pole guards, the five-mountain dynasty, are full of heroism.

However, this is just a heroic spirit, and it seems that it has not reached a more advanced level. Perhaps it is a good player who is about to enter the ancestral court period?

It’s said that people can’t look good. In Taoist priests, they can look good. He secretly said that it’s not right. This person is amazing! With the brilliance and heroic spirit, how can one ancestor's family period be able to limit the arrogance of solo domineering and the arrogance of the other one?

Others were also looking at the black-clothed young man, but only glanced at it lightly, because in their eyes, this person may have his hair too long, so he casually pulled up a bun and inserted a branch as a hairpin.

Looking at the young man's body, there is neither a jade pendant nor a sword, and even his clothes are covered with a lot of dust. At first glance, he has no long objects.

Zizhuxuan is very elegant and very marketable because it is located at the end of Bodhisattva Street. Most of the guests sitting here have business on Bodhisattva Street.

Selling incense, selling Buddhist scriptures, selling Buddha statues, selling urns and so on, this is the business of Bodhisattva Street, but they are all small businesses. The real big business requires luck, and this small teahouse is where they try their luck.

Every day when dusk approaches, monks from several nearby temples may come and sit for a while. If you meet those priests who are responsible for purchasing supplies and seize the opportunity to satisfy them, I am afraid they will wake up in dreams in the next few months.

Therefore, the seemingly elegant tea house is actually a hunting ground.

"Fate! Avenue! Change your fate against the sky? Haha!" The young man who was drunk with tea and drunk had his eyes dizzy, and saw a figure sitting in front of him, because he was the only one who had a free seat here.

"Hehehe, what's your name? My name is Yang Guo, and my aunt likes to call me Guoer." The young man lifted his cheek and looked drunkly at the black-haired young man who dared to approach him, a madman.

At this time, a little boss sneered: "You still passed the Yang, and you passed, thinking we haven't seen the Legend of Condor Heroes? That is a famous martial arts story left over from the old era. I saw it when I was a baby. ."

Someone said again: "No wonder, this little madman called himself Zhang Sanchuang last time, three times a day! I really want to give him a kick, dare to make a joke with my Wudang Patriarch!"

"Hey, this child is very poor. He has a high level of cultivation. I don't know who locked the Heavenly Spirit Gai and almost destroyed the ancestral aperture. The frequent crazy talk may be related to this."

The little teahouse became lively, and the Taoist priest who opened the teahouse sat blankly behind the counter, not listening to a word of everyone's words.

At this moment, the Taoist's heart was astonished to the point of no more.

He likes to meet people. He didn't drive the little madman because he looked good. Although there have been some disasters in recent years, there are noble people in his life to help! It won't be devastated, and since then, I have lost the cultivating nature of catechumen.

When the black-clothed young man sat next to the little madman, he saw the little madman's face changed, and a very rare red light appeared on his forehead.

This is a sign of good luck! But what really shocked him was that all of these tea customers in the teahouse were darkened in the Yintang.

"What's the matter? Why are these tea guest Yintang black? Me? I won't also Yintang black?" The Taoist was distraught and wanted to let go of his Guantianli goggles to take a look.

Without waiting for him to secretly act, a Buddha's horn excited these little tea-drinking bosses.

"Amitabha!"

The doorbell was crisp, and three monks walked through the door. The head monk was dressed in white, with a handsome appearance and lobed shoulders. The two monks beside him were completely foils.

"Hello Master!"

"Lei Xin monk! I actually saw Lei Xin monk today!"

These little bosses hurriedly suppressed their emotions, pretending to do what they should do, but in fact they raised their hearts, thinking about how to secretly transmit their voices, and strive to win enviable orders.

Since the monk walked into the teahouse, the little madman forced his upper body up, with doubts and suspicions in his eyes.

The little bosses carefully considered that they could not disturb the deity and quiet, so they turned their attention to the deity.

The two monks are followers of the gods and monks. As long as the benefits are sufficient, I believe they will not ignore them.

Suddenly, the small teahouse started a contest in secret. The monk seemed to be on the edge of the world, and he didn't care about these, so he picked up the good tea sent by the Taoist priest and slowly tasted the tea.

After just taking a sip, the Lei Xin monk frowned, looked at the teahouse shopkeeper dressed as a Taoist priest and said, "Lin Sanren, why is your heart so confused?"

"Eh?" The Taoist was taken aback, and immediately realized that when he knew that he was making tea for the master, thinking about everyone's Yintang was dark, he actually brought this mentality into the tea.

This is Lei Xin, others can't taste it.

At this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the little madman trembled and screamed: "I remember, you are the devil who killed 1,300 people in my family. It can't be wrong, although yours My face has changed, but the look in your eyes, I won’t admit it to death!

Before he finished his words, the little madman smashed his Heavenly Spirit cover. It turned out that this was a seal, and a loud roar suddenly formed, and an ancestor spirit stepped out.

"Huh?" The black-clothed youth was surprised, and he looked at this blood-stained ancestor spirit.

Lei Xin suddenly lost his benevolent eyebrows, let go of the silver robes he was wearing, and immediately wrapped the small teahouse in.

He carefully looked at the little madman and the ancestor spirit who broke through the Tianling Gai and stepped into the world, and said coldly: "It turns out that he is with you, and the Cai family really got the blood of the Great Ape Clan Wuchen Great Emperor."

"Overlord Gunslinger!" The mighty ancestral spirit is unparalleled, and it is Xiang Yu, the ancestral spirit forcibly selected by Yuan Emperor Wuchen.

Xiang Yu's combat power was too strong. A single shot pierced the chest of the white-clothed monk Lei Xin, but Lei Xin clasped his hands together, and did not have the injuries he had imagined. Instead, he chanted: "Amitabha!"

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