Fengshen Wendaoxing

"Then Brother Huang..."

Bukit pondered, "Don't remember home and family at all?"

Huang Tianhua shook his head and said, "Master was three years old when he found me."

The implication is that he doesn't remember anything.

The fact is also true.

The true monarch of Qingxu morality is different from the other twelve immortals who formally come to accept disciples.

He took away the three-year-old Huang Tianhua directly from the back garden of his house, without notifying his parents Huang Feihu at all.

Knowing that the eldest son had disappeared for no reason, Huang Feihu was very furious.

His mother became seriously ill after learning the news.

This incident was known to everyone in the dynasty song more than ten years ago.

Even Di Xin was shocked and sent people to help find it, and Taishi Wen took the initiative to come to help figure it out.

Regrettably, Huang Feihu was unable to retrieve his beloved son no matter what method was used.

Bukit nodded secretly, and then smiled again: "Brother, I saw that the golden light in your hand that day was amazing. I want to come here to be a powerful magic weapon. Can I have a look at it?"

Huang Tianhua was a little reluctant to hear it, but he couldn't speak directly so as not to hurt the friendship of the brothers.

I had to say: "That thing is called Zanxin nail, but what do you think it does?"

"Ugh!"

Bukit let out a long sigh, stepped aside, looked up, at a 45-degree angle, Mochizuki, with his hands behind him, showing a look of regret.

"???"

Seeing this, Huang Tianhua couldn't help but stunned.

I asked you why you watched it, but you posed for me?

"Brother, disciples do not have the foundation to practice. They can only practice martial arts, but cannot practice spells and use magic weapons."

Bukit shook his head and said, "Seeing all the brothers show their power and fleeing to the sky, and the brothers and sisters, I only envy you. Suddenly I remembered that the brothers also have magic weapons, so I want to take a look. If it is inconvenient..."

Bukit sighed: "Let's forget it, just be a junior and I didn't say anything just now. There is no chance to feast on my eyes and expand my horizons."

"This……"

Bukit said everything for this reason, and Huang Tianhua was also embarrassed and dilemma for a while.

After thinking about it, I turned the palm of my hand and a golden light flashed across it, turning into a dazzling light of seven inches and five minutes long.

Bukit exclaimed and said, "Good dear, can I take a look at it, brother?"

The words were full of longing voices, and his eyes were full of hope, expressing affection, and Huang Tianhua felt a chill.

What's wrong?

In the evening, a rough guy stared at a handsome, fair-skinned guy, with affection, and I didn't dare to think of the scene.

"give!"

Huang Tianhua was almost vomiting, and he reached out and tossed him. He didn't want to be touched by Bukit even if he was disgusted.

Mad, this is too disgusting, Bukit you you you...

I didn't expect you to be such a Bukit. Anyway, you took it out. Is there any difference between sending it to him or not?

Just don't leave his sight.

"Thank you brother!"

Bukit's eyes lit up and his hands carefully picked it up, but he didn't receive it at once. Cuanxin nail threw it in the air connection belt two or three times before he came to get it.

"Is this the magic weapon?"

Then, Bukit Ru looked at the treasure, holding the treasure, rubbing it over and over.

Huang Tianhua endured Ge Ying, looking very relaxed on the surface, but he stared at Cuan Xinding and did not dare to divert his gaze even a bit.

After a while, Bukit's contented smile returned Zanxin Nail to Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua breathed a sigh of relief until the magic weapon was re-acquired. He folded the magic weapon with his palms and turned and walked towards the front yard lobby.

As he walked, he said: "Let's go back, or Master Uncle and the others will wait in a hurry."

"okay!"

Bukit hurriedly followed and asked, "Brother Huang, do you think we can catch that little thief tonight?"

"Of course, as long as he dares to come to the hall to collect treasures, then don't even think about leaving."

Huang Tianhua sneered: "Senior Brother Yang has an unparalleled plan. He opened his pocket and only waited for the mouse to appear.

"Oh?"

Bukit's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "Why is this?"

Huang Tianhua turned his head and asked casually: "Aren't you also in the lobby before, why didn't you know?"

"Oh, you said that, I understand, I understand." Bukit suddenly realized.

Huang Tianhua nodded and said in silence: "Keep it down, don't say it, lest you be heard by those shameless guys."

"it is good!"

Bukit touched his nose, what a kid, his mouth is poisonous!

Bukit followed Huang Tianhua into the front yard.

But when he was about to enter the hospital, a slap-sized object in the back of Bukit's sleeve fell outside the hospital.

When the two came to the hall, they saw Jiang Ziya sitting in the hall.

As for the other people, they were all scattered and sitting on the futon around the table with the magical instruments.

"Anything unusual?"

Yang Jian asked: "Has he ever appeared?"

Jiang Ziya and the others also looked at them.

"Nothing!"

Huang Tianhua said, Bukit also shook his head.

He deliberately was half a step behind when he entered the door, and he walked to the other one after watching Huang Tianhua walk towards the futon.

But in the other position is Jin Zha on the left, then Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua on the right,

"not coming?"

Yang Jian nodded in thought, then closed his eyes and meditated.

Bukit sat down.

"Hahaha, some of them are too stingy, but they use fake bait to fish, but how can the fish catch the bait without knowing the real bait?" Suddenly a long laugh came from outside.

After hearing this, everyone was surprised, and Nezha had already seized the door.

Yang Jian's expression also changed slightly when he heard the words, and he reached out and touched the treasure bag on his waist imperceptibly.

Everyone flashed out of the hall, only to see a figure standing on the wall outside the courtyard under the moonlight, who was not Lu Chuan?

But seeing that one of them was holding a pipa in his hand, a sword in his hand, and a beaded umbrella behind his back, he laughed loudly and said, "Fortunately, I have obtained the real magic weapon."

After seeing the magical instruments in their hands, everyone subconsciously looked back and saw that the three magical instruments in the hall had no trace of being passive.

"The purpose has been achieved. I'm sorry tonight and say goodbye. Let's see you tomorrow and fight again."

The man said it turned into a ball of flames and went away.

"Chase!"

Jin Zha Mu Zha Huang Tianhua had already flown out, each driving the escape light soaring into the sky, dipping into the night sky, and chasing after that group of flames whistling.

"How about, Yang Jian?"

Jiang Ziya also looked at Yang Jian suspiciously: "Is the real treasure really taken away by him?"

"No, he is also fake, he is pretending to lie to us, and he wants to tune the tiger away from the mountain to lead us away."

Yang Jian looked at the distant fire and said with a deep voice: "His fire escape technique is extremely good. Let's leave the matter of arresting him to the three junior apprentices. Next, uncle uncle, Nezha, Bukit and the four of us will stay here. "

"Awesome!"

Bukit secretly said in his heart that he almost fell.

Your second brother Yang is still second brother Yang!

Jiang Ziya shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This kid is really suspicious, not easy to grasp."

"We are here. He will not let it go if he fails to achieve his goal."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said, turned and walked into the hall.

Suddenly his face changed slightly, and a lightning-fast hand passed through him and grabbed the treasure bag.

"Bukit, what are you doing?" Yang Jian shouted in surprise and anger.

It wasn't that the sense of existence was extremely low that took away his treasure bag, who was Bukit who didn't say a word before.

I saw him holding the treasure bag with a weird expression, staring at them step by step and backing away on guard.

Although the magic weapons of Mo Li Qing were in his hands, he also had reasons to grab the treasure bag.

Nezha and Yang Jianfei flashed behind to stop them.

Jiang Ziya shouted: "Bukit, quickly return your Brother Yang's treasure bag."

"No, Uncle Master, he is not Bukit."

Seeing his strange expression, Yang Jian yelled, squeezing his sword finger and drew it down between his eyebrows. The third day's eye opened, and a divine light flashed.

"Lu Chuan, it turned out to be you?"

This time, Yang Jian's expression changed drastically: "How could your changes be so subtle... By the way, you have also cultivated profound arts?"

"This is God's will, really, can't hide..." Bukit shook his head.

This is all to blame for his messing up ~www.readwn.com~ and said that if he could really cultivate profound arts, he would help Shen Gongbao to overcome the catastrophe.

But now he had a vague guess.

That is the three generations of disciples of these elucidating teachings, as well as the people of Jiediao teaching everywhere, collecting disciples and preaching, perhaps not to save all beings, but to protect themselves and help them through the calamity.

I haven't seen how many Yin Shang generals who know the secret technique hang up at the end, all right!

It's just those disciples who taught me, maybe they didn't expect that even if they were to find apprentices, they wouldn't be able to save them.

Originally it was just the killing of the twelve immortals, who would have thought that after all sorts of things were put together, it unexpectedly evolved into the triumph of the Three Realms.

No one wants to die, isn't it.

Shen Gongbao was also an important figure in this catastrophe. After they got involved in a master-disciple relationship, how could he escape?

Maybe he can't come out of the world, but one day someone sits in trouble at home from the sky and died as tragically as Shiji. Then where would he go to reason?