[Qing Leng crazy criticizes the master's attack---a little blackened apprentice suffers]
(Atypical fast-traveling article, the cryptic meaning of Master's madness)
Liang was destroyed, Nanli was established, the reign name was changed to Yongchu, and the remnants of the previous dynasty were arrested on a large scale.
In the third year of Yongchu, all wastes were waiting for improvement. Lu Jinghe begged Chu Qinggui to go to Yucheng, a human race.
Flirting with cats and dogs, leaning on railings to sip tea, and listening to operas with carved flowers, it feels like you are practicing martial arts in Zhaixing Pavilion and become possessed.
"What's the matter with you?" Chu Qinggui stood there with his eyes lowered in the clear breeze.
"I'll take you to see the secrets of heaven and disaster."
"What? Whose?"
"The common people and you." Lu Jinghe smiled carelessly, holding a jade flute in his hand, which was exactly what he was holding.
Chu Qinggui took half a step forward and saw an old dog lying there half dead.
"Lu Jinghe!"
"Little old-fashioned, I'm just teasing you. Why are you so careless? You Taiyi Sect are all prudes."
Lu Jinghe hurriedly dodged the falling flying sword. No one knew that the young pavilion master's casual glance met the eyes of a young child.
After that, the Young Pavilion Master of Zhaixing Pavilion could not go out in seclusion, and this separation lasted for a hundred years.
In just one hundred years, the world has changed, and the discipline has been established. Gu Wangzhao went from being a child fighting wild dogs for food to becoming the disciple of the world's number one Chu Qinggui step by step.
In just one hundred years, the teacher's kindness has been lost, the way of heaven is unstable, the human race is in danger, demons have risen, and Gu Wangzhao has unified the eighteen realms of the demon clan.
In just one hundred years, Gu Wangzhao and Chu Qinggui were beyond redemption.
The master of the Star Picking Pavilion came out with the Kunlun Mirror. Lu Jinghe's prophecy came true a hundred years ago, and death and life fell on one person.
"Chu Qinggui, it's time to let go."
"It's not that time yet, is it?
