Chapter 38 Crazy can't see through

The atmosphere of this quiet night was inexplicable. Xiao Tianxu and Qi Miao were restrained by Mr. Jingliu and sat at the same table with him.

Mr. Jingliu turned the glass and was about to say something to the two of them. At this time, there was a clear voice, reading Li Bai's poem:

"The husband of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things. Time is a passer-by for hundreds of generations.

At this time, I saw a Taoist with a sword on his back and holding the dust slowly came out of the darkness. When Qi Miao looked at it, it was not the Ling Zongyun. Beside him stood a young man holding a lantern. He was dressed as a domestic servant and dressed in earthen cloth. His face was dull, and his legs and feet were also very mechanical.

When Mr. Jingliu saw Ling Zongyun coming, he couldn't help stroking his palm and laughing, "Friend Zongyun, I finally waited for you..."

"Ling Zongyun!" Xiao Tianxu stood up from the table. He suddenly lifted a ghost force with his hands, shouted, and was about to go up and try his best.

"Xiao Laoer, don't overdo the courtesy of the guests." Mr. Jingliu shouted in a low voice, waved his hand and pointed gently, and shot at Xiao Tianxu with a strong force.

"Ah!" Xiao Tianxu ate pain and collapsed on the chair. He only felt that his whole body was under an inexplicable prohibition, which made him unable to move.

He held a deep-rooted hatred for Ling Zongyun in his heart, gritted his teeth and stared at him, but he was helpless.

Qi Miao blocked this with a smile in her heart. She was not a stingy person, but she was caught under her ribs twice by Xiao Tianxu. Now she is embarrassed to see this old man, how can she not smile.

Mr. Jingliu twisted his left hand and gently opened it. When his chest shook, he looked very complaed. He called Xiao Tianxu an old man and Ling Zongyun an old friend, but he forgot that he was originally an old man who was much bigger than them. I only heard him read along Ling Zongyun's previous poems:

"What is the joy of life like a dream? The ancients traveled at night with candles, which was good.

Ling Zongyun whispered, "If you know that life is like a dream, why do you persist in your dream?"

Mr. Jingliu did not answer, but looked at the pillow flow by the pavilion and saw the soft water, and there were three pure white lilies floating on it. There were three candlelight swaying in the heart of the flower, and the candlelight was faint, reflecting the affectionate vein of the flowing water.

At this time, a breeze gently stroked the pavilion, and Mr. Jingliu sighed and said, "Yunqing, bring Taoist priest Ling first."

It turned out that the man beside Ling Zongyun was a Taoist Yunqing who had had a fight with Li Xiu Guizhong before, but for some reason, this person appeared here again, still looking young.

Hearing the master's instructions, Yunqing made a gesture of invitation and took the lead into the pavilion. Then he stood on the other side of Mr. Jingliu, holding a lantern like the cloud.

Ling Zongyun smiled gently and also stepped up the pavilion, but sat with Qi Miao.

Qi Miaoxin knew that the Taoist priest came here in person, and half of the reason was for herself. She looked at her gratefully, and the latter nodded gently to him.

"My old friend's ears and eyes are smart. I think he also listened to what Jingliu said just now and read the Taibai poem. I think it's important to make me?" Mr. Jingliu asked with great meaning.

He listened to Ling Zongyun's previous poems and knew that there was a deep meaning in them. He said to himself: His old friend is excellent. Although he was dozens of years old, he was far from it, but now...

"In the clear meaning, why do old friends still have to persist? Yesterday's things can't be left. How annoying things are today? What should pass, but it still has to pass. What if it should be put down, so what if it should be put down? Ling Zongyun and Yin Yin persuaded him.

"Hahaha" Mr. Jingliu suddenly laughed and said, "How can I not know the words of my old friend's advice? Who in the world doesn't know?"

"Are all people in this world fools? It's easy to know how difficult it is, or to walk in this world, even if the monk, how many people can be as modest as your old friend?

"Think about that more than 20 years ago, in the Zhengmo War, Daotong, Lingxia Island, Xikunlun and Jingliu Alliance here were led by me. At that time, you were only a second-generation disciple of Daotong, and you were defeated by the enemy, but you still had the opportunity to stand out again..."

Mr. Jingliu raised his head and looked at the dimly moonlight. He raised the glass on the table and said to the three people in front of him, "Come and drink this cup together as soon as possible!"

Xiao Tianxu looked hateful, and Mr. Jingliu persuaded him to drink. He ignored him and ignored him. When people who didn't know him saw his deputy appearance, they thought that this was another nerd outside the clouds in front of him.

Qi Miao picked up the glass and pretended to take a sip, but did not drink it. Only Ling Zong raised the glass and accompanied him to drink it all.

After drinking, Mr. Jingliu laughed again. He was slightly crazy and continued: "However, Jingliu planted the tricks of the former demon master because of a momentary anger and promised to gamble with him in the witness of both sides. If the demon master is defeated, the rest of the demon religion will all be captured and killed by the neck..."

"Hum, hum..." As if the past was evoked, Xiao Tianxu couldn't help sneering.

He stood up and carried his hands on his back, as if he had returned to the glorious years of the past: "If I lose, I will withdraw from the world and no longer pay attention to the demons. At that time, I will be nearly 70 years old. In terms of seniority, I am a righteous predecessor. In terms of status, I am also the leader of the coalition army. I think that if I can make the demon religion bow down in the first battle. I, what a majestic deity that is. At that time, even those pretentious old guys will be crushed by me, so that they will have to look up at me quietly, but..."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he didn't want to remember what happened that day again.

"Hmm, but you are defeated, but you still refuse to fulfill your promise!" Xiao Tianxu said it for him.

"How can I not fulfill my promise?" Mr. Jingliu said angrily, "After I lost to the demon lord, I led all the Jingliu disciples to withdraw from this battle and promised not to set foot in the world in this life. Jingliu said that he would do it. Why didn't Mr. Xiao refuse to fulfill his promise?"

"You left, but the righteous sects next to you did not do it. They continued to besiege my demon religion. I think that my demon lord has suffered a lot after a fierce battle with you, but you have risked your life to fight with the masters of West Kunlun one after another. Is it a glorious battle? Are you a fulfillment of your promise?" Xiao Tianxu was aggressive and asked Mr. Jingliu angrily.

"When I was defeated, those righteous people were no longer the leaders of my coalition. No one listened to all kinds of retreats. Jingliu lost his reputation in this battle. For so many years, he has been hiding here aggrievedly, which is tantamount to living a dark life..." Mr. Jingliu said sadly and fiercely.

"Hum, you righteous people always love to cheat and fight. It's your style to dismantle each other!" Xiao Tianxu sneered.