The Ultimate Sword Master

Not even a word of humming.

Suddenly there was a shoe mark on the old carp's big face, and it flew out of sight on the spot!

"Fuck..."

Faintly, accompanied by the scolding of the old carp, pieces of fish scales as big as bamboo hats danced in the fog and fell leisurely, like belated flowers in the snow, moon and wind.

The romance of old carp.

It is destined that no one understands it.

Of course they don't want to understand either.

A force of fate, a worn-out shoe that has been worn for decades, makes everyone understand that this world is not as simple as they imagined!

"Dirty senior."

"Huang Liang... Taoist Master?"

Far away, the beautiful boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the somewhat damaged Cloud Cannon that had been swept by the power of fate, with a trace of distress in his eyes.

But hidden under the distress.

But it was a hint of horror and disbelief!

The master of the two powers is no stranger to him, nor to all of them!

Dirty people.

Famous, like thunder!

In rumors.

People who are dirty are actually not dirty at all.

It's just that his name is ominous and his origins are ominous. What everyone knows about him, apart from his unpredictable fortune-telling skills that make countless people fear him, is his well-known little hobby...writing storybooks, and one. Dirtier than a book!

Because of this, he was slandered.

As for Huang Liang.

Everyone is no stranger to it.

The eighty-eighties are long in the sky, and Huang Liang's dreams are gone. In two simple sentences, the old man's life is told, and his qualifications are also demonstrated.

Above Chaos.

Many Taoist masters.

In terms of strength, Lao Dao can only occupy the middle of the pack, but if we look at who can live longer, Lao Dao is well deserved and can definitely be ranked among the top five!

same.

According to rumors, these two people are close friends and have an inseparable relationship.

"them……"

"Hiding in this small world?"

Looking at the crack in the world that was about to be opened, everyone suddenly did not dare to move.

…

within the cracks.

As the old Taoist and the scholar took action at the same time, a force of destiny and a force of dream path fell one after another. The giant net of heavenly punishment was shattered and then condensed again!

boom!

boom!

…

The will of the great road roared, and with the assistance and repair of the two forces, it turned to seal the crack!

The movement gradually calmed down.

The world's turmoil gradually ceased.

The two men's actions bought the last time for the will of the great road and the world.

…

Golden Book World.

After the blow, the scholar seemed to have aged a lot, his temples were blooming suddenly, his waist looked a little stooped, and he glanced outside with a faint look.

"We tried our best."

"The two of us will use up our last strength to keep the world alive for thousands of years. As for the future... it depends on the one named Su! If we can't even count on him, then... let's destroy it together."

Speaking of which.

He seemed to think of something and suddenly sighed, with regret in his voice.

"Hongying."

"Tao Master."

A ray of red tassel flashed past quietly, and Yu Hongying, who was covered in gauze and naturally charming, like a beauty, quietly appeared and bowed softly.

Compared to the past.

Her figure is more graceful, her waist is slender, her buttocks are perky, her chest is trembling, her gestures are full of all kinds of charms, her eyes are misty with water, and her delicate and white brows are full of endless spring feelings. Too thick to dissolve.

Ripe.

Just one glance.

The scholar noticed her change and looked thoughtful.

"Spring Shirt is thin, which volume is it now?"

"Reply to the Taoist Master."

Hearing these three words, Yu Hongying seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks turned red, and she said softly: "According to what Mr. Li said, there are...two volumes left, and it will be over."

Two volumes?

The scholar suddenly stopped talking.

After a while.

He sighed softly, his voice full of admiration: "What a talent!"

Yu Hongying thought so.

When a scholar writes a storybook, he should follow his own whim. When he is inspired, he writes big and special. When he is not inspired... he can't hold back seven words in three days.

Can……

This Master Li, however, has no idea what inspiration is.

Or.

Dean Li’s inspiration never stops!

It was a regular routine for scholars to write books, and when there was an outbreak, he would brag about it, claiming that he had never been weaker than anyone else in his life!

But Master Li never boasted.

Because he... is exploding all the time!

Since he came.

Chun Shan Bo has changed from a monthly watch to a daily watch, and the content is even more refined, which has made countless book lovers feast their eyes and praise them.

certainly.

The only person who is troubled is Yu Hongying herself.

Under the pen of Master Li Yuan.

She was tortured in various ways, from death to life, and then from life to death, but... no matter whether it was written by the scholar or the author Li Yuanzhu, there was no male protagonist in Chunshanbo!

Yu Hongying is still in perfect condition!

As the story gradually came to an end, the fire in her heart grew stronger and stronger, and she became more and more eager and obsessed with Dean Li's various tortures. She even... couldn't stop!

"Go ahead."

Just as I was thinking about it, the scholar's words rang out again: "Send the two new volumes to that old man, lest he die without being able to see the ending and die with his eyes in peace."

"……yes."

Yu Hongying bit her red lips and responded softly. The fragrant wind blew by, and the person was gone.

…

The Dream World.

"Master!"

Seeing the old Taoist who was almost dying on the spot because he was breathing out more than he was breathing in, Mei Yun's eyes turned red. He was overwhelmed with grief and could no longer hold back his tears. He choked and said, "You...can't be in trouble..."

"Silly child."

The old Taoist looked at the giant tree not far away and said softly, "Life is short, and grass and trees only last for a season. How can they not die?"

"These years."

"It's hard for you to accompany an old man like me for so long."

"There's still some time in the outside world."

His voice became lower and lower, and the look in his eyes became darker and darker.

"After Master dies."

"Go out and take a walk, meet some friends and old friends, and cherish this last time..."

"Master..."

"That's right."

The old Taoist seemed to have thought of something, and tremblingly stretched out his hand, pointing to the towering tree not far away, "Use it...to make a coffin for Master...it can be regarded as your last filial duty..."

He didn't finish his words.

His hand dropped, his eyelids slowly closed, and there was no sound.

At the same time.

Everything in the dream world gradually became blurred.

"Master!"

Mei Yun was heartbroken and cried on the old Taoist.

Silently.

A fragrant breeze flashed by, and Yu Hongying's figure landed in the field. Seeing the scene in front of her, her heart skipped a beat and she trembled and said, "Master... what happened?"

Suddenly!

The old Taoist sniffed and opened his eyes!

"Is... is Hongying here?"

Mei Yun: "?"

"Master!"

Yu Hongying was also stunned for a moment, covering her mouth and crying, "You... you..."

"Quick!"

"Quick!!"

The old Taoist suddenly grabbed the crying Mei Yun, and the weakness in his voice gradually faded and became louder.

"Help the master up quickly!!!"

Mei Yun: "???"