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It seems that there are two generations separated from each other, one is the peerless Poxu No. 1 of the Tang Sect, and the other is the Fourth Young Master Xiaoyao of the Tang Sect.

Father and son in the world have never been like this again. Seeing each other is a battle of life and death, and looking back is like fighting and spilling blood.

The morning light of Shangjing shone on everyone, but Tang Xunji was the only one who couldn't see clearly. The man who looked like an oriental morning star seemed to be like the light of the empty sky, shining through thousands of miles of purple clouds, making everyone feel desolate .

It's over.

These three words hit Xiao Wendao's heart heavily, only to see that Tang Shuishui still looked calm, stood up straight, and put away the "Passing Water Fan".

Lifting those eyes that were as clear as water, there was a trace of joking and plainness that was shocking.

When Xiao Wenwen took a step forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tang Shuishui, the little fox stood on Tang Shuishui's shoulder in an instant like a pink ray of light.

Tang Shuishui looked at death as if he were at home, with an empty indifference, and Xiao Wenwen's heart was like a stone.

Just before daybreak, Nalan Fund retreated.

The people in the abandoned capital also retreated.

Li Cang'er also understood in his heart that only if he was alive could he find the person he was looking for, he turned his head and glanced at Xiao Wendao.

The "poor Taoist priest" and the little girl also glanced at Xiao Wen and said, "Your life will not end, I will wait for you in Tianjing of the Yaozu."

Between life and death, Xiao Wenwen looked at Li Bu and Lu Zhan and said, "You are waiting for me at Qingfeng Taoist Temple."

Li Bu and Lu Zhan hesitated for a while, but they still couldn't resist Xiao Wendao's cold gaze.

"Sir, if you die today, I, Lu Zhan, will never live until tomorrow." Lu Zhan left these words and left the hall.

The drama of "a hundred officials carrying the coffin" conspiracy finally came to an end, and in the middle of the curtain, there were only three people left.

In the empty palace, there was no longer the battle of last night.

Suddenly, in that breath, Xiao Wenwen looked at the aloof Tang Xunji, and suddenly saw a gleam of light in Tang Xunji's pupils, and that gleam of light was also in Tang Shuishui's eyes, infinitely magnified.

Tang Shuishui really looked at Tang Xunji, the person who hadn't spoken to him for more than ten years.

Tang Xunji lowered his head and looked at Tang Shuishui in the sky. It was the gaze only a father could have.

Then, Tang Xunji laughed.

It's like a gentle and elegant Confucian has turned into a complete lunatic.

Tang Xunji knew in his heart what he was cultivating in "what way", and he also understood in his heart why he would return to the mortal world after breaking through the void and ascending.

It was only when Tang Shuishui looked up at him that he was about to fight him to the death that he understood his way.

His way is the way of "willing to give up".

Since he was born, he gave up fame and wealth.

When he was only three years old, he said that "a person's fame and wealth are like the smoke and dust on a fancy dress".

He gave up his emotions and desires at the age of eight. His master was a building, and he lived in that building since he was a child. There were no servants and no smoke.

Only three people have entered that building so far.

"Six Dao Dao Zanglou" is a place in the mortal world that people in the world know very little about.

"Being willing", from Tang Xunji's practice of Taoism, he was like a fish in water until he turned 17 years old.

He entered the world of mortals, but he could no longer see through the way of "willing to give up".

I just thought that his youthful heart had met someone.

A woodcutter's daughter, although she is not beautiful, but he just fell in love with the girl who will show two canine teeth when she smiles.

The woman he loved so much that he couldn't help himself, whom he kept calling "silly woman".He lived in that small town for five years.

Back then, he was at a loss. The peerless No. 1 of the Tang Sect, who firmly believed in the way of "willing to give up", fell in love with that "stupid woman" woman with a smile like a breeze.

Every frown and smile, if you don't look at it for a day, your heart will be like an ant.

Once again he sank again, the elegant and peerless son married a woodcutter's daughter.

He knew that he married her, and no one in this world could tell her what to do. Even if the three kings in the world, the human emperor, the demon emperor, and the demon emperor, came together to stop his marriage, he would draw his sword and kill her. The "three people" were killed on the spot.

He knew that he loved this woman to the bottom of his heart.

In this life, he won't be "willing to part with" her.

The moment Tang Shuishui looked at him, he seemed to have returned to that night.

That night, his heart was never so flustered. He stood outside the house with disheveled hair until a loud "cry" pierced the dark night sky.

That was the night Tang Shuishui was born.

But now Tang Shuishui, who has grown into a human, has changed from the crumpled appearance at birth to a decisive and handsome appearance.

Tang Xunji still lowered his head and looked at his son, with a smile on the corner of his mouth as Tang passed away.

Logically speaking, Tang Shuishui should not have the surname Tang. After all, Tang Xunji married into the Chen family as a "marriage" in order to marry her.

No one in the world would have thought that No. 1 of the Peerless Tang Sect would marry into the family of a villager in the mountains because of a woman.

A tear, like a scorching meteor, fell towards the two people on the ground.

"Did he cry?"

Tang Shaoshui looked at his immortal father in disbelief, and shed a tear.

Then, Tang Xunji closed his eyes, and he understood in his heart the bondage of his Dao heart, but it was just two people, his son Tang Shaoshui, and the stupidest "silly woman" Chen Miaoniang in the world.

At the moment when everyone in Shangjing woke up, they only heard a message from above the sky, is that silly woman still in that old city?

Tang Xunji left behind such a thoughtless remark, and drifted south on colorful auspicious clouds.

"Silly Woman"

Tang Shaoshui was reminiscing what Tang Xunji said just now, and the corner of his mouth drew a beautiful arc, just like the sly smile on the corner of Kong Kong's mouth.

The menacing Nalan Fund retreated.

A group of people in the abandoned capital also retreated.

The Emperor came out, and his [-] elite soldiers also stood outside the ruined palace.

The human emperor Xia Yuanmo, who was full of kindness, scanned the devastated hall, and then set his eyes on Xiao Wendao.

"Ask Grandson"

With such a shout, the Human Sovereign stared straight at Xiao Wendao, but his face was unusually ruddy.

Suddenly, Human Emperor Xia Yuanmo raised his right hand, bowed and arrowed, and a murderous aura permeated Shang Jing's head.

"All of this started because of you. I asked my grandson, how good it would be if you stayed in the Demon Clan. Qishan is already a prince with less than one person and ten thousand people in the Demon Clan. He is even more equal to the Demon Lord. Brothers of the opposite sex. Why bother to return to the human race." Xia Yuanmo, the human emperor, looked at Xiao and asked, followed by another sigh: "Why bother to return to Shangjing."

That smack of sternness instantly climbed onto the face of Human Emperor Xia Yuanmo.

Immediately, he became as gentle as a spring breeze, looking at Xiao Wendao was like looking at a fish.

A fish that you can choose whether it is braised or steamed.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I want to kill him." Tang Shaoshui said calmly.

"Why, the Fourth Young Master Tang seems to have the intention of treason." Human Emperor Xia Yuanmo said, putting a "big hat" on Tang Shuishui's body.

"It seems that His Majesty the Emperor is going to kill me together, that's okay, I've had enough of this world, and I'm going to visit hell." Tang Shuishui joked as usual.

This game of life and death, Tang Shaoshui saw it more thoroughly than anyone else.

He is the son of Tang Xunji, and he cannot be removed in this life, but others have to weigh it, even the emperor who is at the pinnacle of power.

Suddenly, bursts of wailing sounds resounded outside the hall.

On that sunny day, a bolt of lightning, like a giant dragon, shot straight into the sky.

The brothel collapsed.

Seventy-eight out of ten of the hundred thousand elite soldiers died.

Yi Mubai, the number one Martial Master of Tianwu, has left the customs, and he succeeded in Liying.

The wrinkled old man seemed to be hundreds of years younger, like a young man.

Standing beside him was a young girl with an angry face.