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Chapter 1742 Yun Jianzun is even more outrageous than his Laozi

A "bang" sounded loudly.

Tu Weiwei and others stopped talking and looked in the same voice.

Yun Li looked serious and closed the carved gilded double doors heavily. After quickly opening the door, he seemed to be wondering that he had just opened the door incorrectly and then did it again.

"Maybe, I'm dreaming."

Yun Li was a little confused, obviously she had not been able to accept her new generation for a while.

Qin Tieniu's scalp was so numb that he couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly came over and pinched Yun Li's flesh on his arm, which made Yun Li scream like a pig.

"Yun Jian Zun, look, this is not a dream."

Qin Tieniu spoke seriously.

Yun Li glared at him fiercely, "The master of the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, his martial arts body is so delicate that you can just pinch it?"

Qin Tieniu: "..." This Yun Jianzun is even more outrageous than his. The half-filled old man is even more delicate in martial arts? It's simply unbearable!

"Bang!"

The door of the house suddenly closed again, and Yun Li's voice came from inside: "I am going to retreat, don't bother me."

After a while, the door of the house opened. Yun Li looked at them: "Prepare to send them ink, paper and inkstone. The more the better. There should be gold silk rice paper in the emblem seal of the Martial God Temple. Forget it, go and borrow the seal from the Wu Zu. I'll print the emblem seal by myself later." Now I'm a person with status, and the emblem seal totem without the Martial God Temple does not conform to his noble temperament.

"Bang!"

The moment the two doors were closed, Qin Tieniu's nose was almost clamped.

Qin Tieniu touched his nose and looked at Tu Weiwei in confusion: "If you go into seclusion, you will go into seclusion. What should you do if you want the four treasures of the study? Could it be that the old man fell in love with writing poetry like me?"

Tu Weiwei rolled her eyes, obviously not wanting to pay attention to Qin Tieniu, who was stinky and stinky.

Qin Tieniu was secretly wondering if Tu Weiwei was playing hard to get him, but he also felt that this woman would be too fierce and would abuse him in the future.

Qin Tieniu frowned in confusion.

Seeing this, Tu Weiwei was even more disgusted.

But it was said that the residence of Helian's Great Guardian not far from the Sun and Moon Palace, the Great Guardian with white hair was pruning branches, humming a little song that was not tuned, and he was obviously in a particularly good mood.

When dawn was approaching, he sent someone to Xingbei Square to collect the leftovers, which should have been done now.

"The Great Protector is not good."

The subordinates came in a hurry, their faces were so bad.

"Um?"

The Great Protector of Helian frowned and was a little confused.

"The leftovers have been taken away by others, and we can't take them away." The subordinate said anxiously.

"Who dares to grab business with this guardian?" The guardian was full of murderous aura: "Go, go and get the demon-slaying sword of this guardian!"

"It's the Lord of the Moon Palace."

"Oh..." The great guardian instantly wilted, racking his brains to understand. How could a pretty and bright girl like Ye Chuyue be a strange girl who doesn't even miss leftovers?

"Does Helian protector still need to take the Demon-Slaying Sword?"

The subordinate asked weakly.

"Will you die if you don't speak?" asked the Great Protector.

His subordinate said "Oh" and consciously got out.

The great protector's mood seemed to fall to the bottom, and he sighed early in the morning.

The new palace master mercilessly intercepted his financial situation. How can he reward Yihongyuan's top cards in the future?

...

At noon, the green sun is scattered on the mountains, rivers and earth. In late autumn, there is less coolness and more warmth.

On the high wall outside the Sun and Moon Palace, Wu Zu looked at the outline of the Martial God Temple, sighed, and began to talk sadly, saying: "At that time, it was in this place that the Palace Master told me that we would build our country here. This country was called the Martial God Temple. At that time, the Lord of the Palace was famous, but when he looked at me, his eyes were always particularly gentle and he always favored him. At that time, although he had not really made a name for himself, it was so beautiful... Hum? Hey? What did the Emperor do with his sword? "

But seeing Ye Mohan grinding the sword with a concentrated expression at some point, making a creepy "hissing" sound, and the cold light reflected from the sword blade made Wu Zu's heart tighten.

Wu Zu naturally didn't know that Ye Mohan had known Chu Yue's true origin and his identity 90,000 years ago, so he kept talking about his heart.

Ye Mohan's eyebrows were filled with a faint evil spirit, and he looked at him with a smile: "My deity's slaughter sword is often known for being gentle when he breaks a person's neck. Should Wu Zu try it out?"

Wu Zu: "..."

Ye Mohan said again: "By the way, what did you say just now."

"Yedi Master, I have affairs that have not been handled yet, so I will say goodbye."

Wu Zu left as soon as he said he could, and rushed out without hesitation.

On the high courtyard wall, only Ye Mohan was left.

Ye Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the evil face showed a bit of depression.

He put away the slaughter sword and lay on the high wall. His ink and black uniform with excellent satin texture hangs down along the edge of the wall. The branches on both sides intertwine and the mottled sunlight shines on him, revealing a few afternoon laziness.

The man squinted his purple eyes like a gem and pretended to sleep. His cold edges and corners were full of extraordinary temperament, which made people think of the four words "both good and evil".

A person slowly walked towards the palace courtyard.

Under the sun, it is bright and dazzling.

"Pillow."

Chu Yue was wearing red clothes and looked at him with a slight smile.

The next moment, the man disappeared from the high wall and appeared beside her like a teleportation. He gently held her hand and asked in a hoarse voice: "How much did you drink?"

"not much."

Chu Yue held the man's hand and smiled: "Of course, if you drink the entire Wushen Cellar of the Temple, you will never forget to love you."

The man was stunned, his ears were red and red. His purple eyes looked at the side, trying to make him look serious and rigid, but even though the corners of his mouth did not rise, his smile also overflowed from his eyebrows and eyes, and even with a little smugness.

He had said it long ago.

This woman loves him so much.

"Do you want to meet your father, brother and others?" Chu Yue asked.

"Don't go."

After Ye Mohan finished speaking, he held her hand and walked towards the palace where Emperor Ye Tian and Ye Wuxie were.

Chu Yue shrugged and sighed helplessly in her heart: What should she do with this man who is wronged?

The hall was filled with the strong smell of wine and the slightest tea fragrance.

Emperor Ye Tian met Ye Mohan again, and his mood became much more complicated.

Compared to the peace in the past, there is a little more strange discomfort.

But then I thought that when my daughter was with him on the most difficult days, she felt less hostility.

In any case, it's still very unhappy.

Ye Mohan seemed calm and cold, but in fact he was a little helpless.

After all, the other party is Achu's father.

He has been circulating in the Asura Field for 90,000 years, and has been decisive and iron-fisted, but now he is heartbroken.

"father."

Chu Yue thought about it, but decided to make a speech and solemnly introduced: "Ye Mohan, my sweetheart, Xiaobao's father, your prospective son-in-law."

After saying that, the hand that shook with the man deepened some strength.

He is her sweetheart who has been consistent for 90,000 years, and he knows both the mountains, sea, sun and moon and the long wind of thousands of miles.

A gentle light was about to overflow from Ye Mohan's eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Ye Wuxie also said: "Dad, he is ninety-year-old."

The other three: "…"

Inside the hall, there was suddenly a silence.
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