I Am Supreme

Yun Yang’s heart is heavy.

These news made him really feel the pressure.

The prince’s strategist, the political minister, the military general, the palace servant... and the Zhenbei general of the 20th month of the first month, Yun Yang dare to pack the ticket, which is definitely a fake title.

Yun Yang originally planned to send a nine-day order as soon as he found the clue.

But now, he is not daring.

Not afraid to deal with these people, but... I dare not let the nine-day shot.

It’s too much involved.

If the little boys are told that their most respected boss is killed by those who have been protecting them, God knows what will happen.

The Yutang Empire was turned upside down by the noise, but it was affirmative.

I remembered that the emperor had vomited blood and coma three times and five times. He remembered that the old marshal had tried his best and thought that in the event of a chaos, the Yutang Empire billions of people would be ruined...

Yun Yang bit his teeth and swallowed the sorrow and anger in his heart.

"I am alone!"

"Look at me with one hand... I will be the world..." Yun Yang remembered the day and asked the sentence, saying that he couldn’t help but say: "...respect, monopolize!"

......

Yun Yang stood under the flower stand, in the center of Tiantang City, surrounded by thousands of lights; but at this moment, he suddenly had a kind of loneliness from the heart.

It is a strong loneliness.

The sky is a little bit bright, and Yun Yang has a feeling that under this starry sky, there is only one person!

You are the center of heaven and earth.

The crowd is crowded with people.

Yun Yang sighed and sighed.

Lao Mei quietly stood behind him and looked at Yun Yang. He clearly felt the loneliness of Yun Yang. It was a lonely loneliness in the heart. He couldn’t help but feel a little distressed.

It is faintly felt that the son is carrying heavy pressure like a mountain.

"The son," Lao Mei said softly.

"What?" Yun Yang did not turn back.

Lao Mei was silent and whispered: "I am very curious about the identity of the son."

Yun Yang smiled lightly: "Curious?"

"Yes. Over the past year, I have been arranged by the son to send out money, and thousands of people." Lao Meidao: "Now, even more, first take Li Changqiu, then swear by the wolf; although the son is always behind the scenes, but After all, these two people are by no means a small person."

"Between the males and the fingers, they are taken down without any effort. But at the time of the trial, no one is allowed to be on the side."

Lao Mei said seriously: "I know that the son is doing something big and doesn't want anyone to know. But I am not an outsider after all, and I want to help the son."

Yun Yang smiled warmly: "I know."

He looked at Laomei: "Old Mei, no matter what, you are one of the people I trust the most; now I don't let you know, because... I am not sure about it, and the timing is not yet."

"But, one day, you will know."

"I will let you know." Yun Yang whispered: "Lao Mei, you are waiting for peace. If I don't believe you, I won't let you participate in so many things..."

"Old Mei understands." Lao Meidao.

"Do not talk to Yunhou about these things." Yun Yang said softly.

Lao Mei’s heart only felt a shock of madness.

"Cloud Hou!"

Yun Yang called Yun Xiaoyao as Yunhou! !

What does this mean?

......

Tiantang City is thousands of miles away.

A long black figure is flying in the direction of Tiantang City. His toes are a little bit, and the whole person flies over a distance of ten feet, and every step is ten feet!

Nothing wrong.

He is in the smoky place, the wind is going.

The black clothes fluttered, the handsome face was calm, the eyes were dark and deep, the black robe, the waistband with a black waistband and the black-skinned sword, hanging on the side.

Just entering a forest, the front suddenly creaked, a dozen black people appeared from all directions, the head of the person shouted: "In front of Yunhou face?"

The man looked up and did not answer, but everyone felt that his gaze had already answered his own words: it was me!

"Seven steps to kill the Jianyun Xiaoyao... Oh, you are a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, but now you are already in the hall, and you will have enough to enjoy the rich and rich, let us go."

The black masked man snorted.

A wave of hands: "Get him!"

Opposite the cloud, the eyes and eyes of the snow calmly watched a dozen black men rushing toward themselves, and the body suddenly floated up.

The black clothes floated, the chic face rushed up, the right hand was elegantly wiped around the waist, and a sword light suddenly appeared in the hands, then brushed...

In the darkness of the sky, a dozen flashes of bursting space suddenly flashed.

Sky blue lightning!

A dozen black men who rushed up just contacted Yunhou. Everyone’s throat had a blood arrow at the same time; his eyes sparkled with an incredible look.

Yun Hou Qiu Shui's general sword tip with an elegant sky blue, has penetrated the black man's chest.

The sword is cool as water and blue light flashes.

The two men are separated by a long sword.

The black man’s eyes were incredibly desperate, and Yun’s eyes remained as calm and cold as nothing.

"You...you are not...not Liuzhongshan...you...you are nine-fold..." The black man made a tough voice and looked at the long sword on his chest. He only felt that the strength of his body was flowing with his vitality.

I only feel a ridiculously funny in my heart.

A peerless master of the Nine Heavens, who passed the news, saying that he only has six mountains? And waiting for someone, just so stupid to ambush a nine-day master?

This... this is simply framed!

"I have never been a six-fold mountain." Yunhou said faintly: "Who will let you come?"

"Giggle..." The black man’s throat made a weird voice, muttering: "Do you think you can ask?"

Yun Hou nodded lightly, one force, the sword crossed the chest.

Hey!

The long sword is sheathed.

Yunhou’s black figure is far away from the ten feet, and then flashes, it has disappeared.

I have no plans to ask!

The coming, always come!

I have a sword.

enough!

The long shadow disappeared in the mountains and forests, and flew toward Tiantang City. In the night, it turned into a tangible and unproductive streamer.

In the jungle behind him, the black masked man looked at the blood hole in his chest in disbelief. He did not expect that the other party would kill himself so simply and neatly.

He doesn't want to ask himself anything? Why don't you ask?

Just so simple...

With confusion, the body of the black man slowly fell to the sky.

The bodies of the twelve black men fell on the ground in twelve directions. The twelve heads were almost head-to-head, and both feet were opened outwards...

It is like being on the ground, blooming a very well-proportioned flower.

With a sword, the blood is in full bloom; one stroke and twelve kills, life is in a line.

......

Tiantang City, a corner.

There is a small pub.

The tavern has no name.

Obvious business is very bad, the door can be. A gray-haired old man with two eyes sullenly sitting on a small bench in front of the door, sleepy.

Yun Yang’s figure appeared in the night, and came to the old man’s side, faintly said: “Old and lonely, the guests come to the door.”

The old man’s old eyes are dimly oh, oh, "What do the officials want to eat?"

Yun Yang’s face showed a warm smile, saying: “I want to eat the cabbage tofu you made, and drink a little concentric wine.”

The old man looked up and looked at Yun Yang and said: "This guest officer is very raw."

Yun Yang said: "People who have eaten your cabbage tofu, even if they are born again, are acquaintances."

The old man’s eyes lit up and said: “Yes, yes, it makes sense. Please come with me.”

Yun Yang walked in, the old man was behind him, and actually installed the door panel directly. Hang out a sign.

Snoring.

Actually did not entertain other customers.

"I have a small shop, but for a long time no one has come to drink..." The old man was alone and busy, while he said with a low voice: "If you don't come today, no one will come in a few days, I will Closed the door..."

Yun Yang looked far away and looked at the scene in this dirty shop, his eyes filled with emotions.

I still remember... every time I came back from the mission, the brothers would find a different path with different means to find it here and meet here.

The brothers each have a small table, and everyone is drinking alone, but the occasional eyes are full of joy and happiness.

We are together again.

Now, in this shop, there are still small tables, every small table, only two feet square, can only put a dish, a pot of wine, a wine glass, there is no other space.

Eighteen tables are neatly arranged along the corner of the wall.

Yun Yang subconsciously went to the ninth small table and sat down.

The eyes involuntarily swept on several other tables.

The old solitary looked at the expression of Yun Yang, suddenly lowered his head, two drops of turbid old tears, fell to the ground, and then he carefully brushed the pot, brushed all the utensils; done very carefully. A jade-like cabbage appeared on the chopping board.

The finger groped for a moment, and there was a dark cabinet on the wall in front of it, a kitchen knife flashing from the cold, and took it out from the inside. I said nothing, "I want this skill, do you want to learn?"

“Would you like to learn to make cabbage tofu with me?”

"This cabbage, you need to go to the silk... this tofu, you need... the water you use, you want..."

Yun Yang listened carefully and finally whispered; "Old solitary, are you leaving?"

The old solitude and gaze of the eyes stayed in the void, muttering: "All gone... the old guests are gone... they are no longer coming... I am still here, what to do?"

Yun Yang’s heart was sour and said: "I will come often."

"You don't come often, you can't come often." The old man whispered: "This is what I did for you, the last meal."

In the muddy eyes, there are tears flashing.

Yun Yang was silent.

You don't come often, you have too many things to do. Can't come often, you will affect your mood.

Yun Yang understands.

He is silent, the old solitary is silent, busy.

The sound of the kitchen knife, the sound of hot oil, the untold aroma filled the whole small room, an inexplicable loneliness, and an inexplicable warmth, suddenly attacked Yunyang's atrium.

A plate of cabbage tofu is already in front of you.

Cabbage such as jade, crystal clear; tofu like white jade, white and flawless; soup like blue water and blue sky.

A jug of wine was placed in front of Yun Yang.

The wine is fragrant.

"Old solitary, eight other tables, all put on a pot of wine, a dish." Yun Yang finally could not help, said hoarse.

The old man was so stunned and muttered: "Put it?"

"Put it!"

Yun Yang buried his head, his voice hoarse, with a faint tremor.

Go to the **** hidden identity, come here, I will have a meal with my brothers and have a drink!