Cui Dongshan said seriously: "I am Dongshan."

Mi Yu said angrily: "It's not that we don't know each other."

The clay Buddha still has three parts of anger. I am not a sword immortal, but I am a sword cultivator at least. Which sword cultivator in the world has no temper?

"Then let's get to know each other well?"

Cui Dongshan smiled with his heart and said, "The sky is full of swords. Before entering the fifth realm, he sneaked out of the city to fight for six games in the lower five realms. In the fifth realm, especially the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, he was the most cruel to take action. His military achievements were ranked second among the sword cultivators of the same realm. He dared to sacrifice his life and die the most because he was hostile to the demon clan here. Even if he was in a desperate situation, his brother Mihu could save him and his brothers lived. After entering the Yupu realm, Miyu's fighting style suddenly changed drastically, and he shrank and became a joke in his hometown. The fact is that only because once Miyu was in a dead place, he would only cause his brother to die first. Even if Mihu died later than his younger brother, he would die half a speed in the battle, or learn from Tao Wen, Zhou Cheng and other sword immortals, which would be uncomfortable for life and worse than death."

Mi Yu clenched his fists under the table with his hands, his face turned pale.

Cui Dongshan held his chin with one hand and fiddled with melon seeds with the other, and said, "It's not what my husband told me."

Mi Yu sneered: "Master Yin Guan, you will definitely not be so bored!"

Cui Dongshan shook his head and changed his hand to put up his cheek, "Yes, I'm bored, so I poured wine into other people's hearts like this."

Mi Yu said, "If you don't like me, just say it!"

Cui Dongshan shook his head and said, "On the contrary, I dare not say that Mi Yu is a hero who has been wronged in my heart, but I dare say that Mi Yu, a sword cultivator, is truly a living person."

Mi Yu is very lazy, but he is very serious about some things.

So even if Cui Dongshan explained this, Mi Yu was still furious and could not beat him, and he might not be able to beat him. Besides, he might not be able to beat him or scold him. That would definitely be impossible.

In addition, the identities of both sides are very different from those of the past, which makes Mi Yu even more aggrieved.

Cui Dongshan smiled, "The more embarrassing thing is that Mihu has a good qualification. Compared with his younger brother, his brother practices swords earlier and has a higher realm. So when will Miyu really use his hands and feet to kill the big monster?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head, "There is no chance. Now the realm is still low. After all, the bottleneck of the Yupu realm is so easy to break. As the only remaining incense, it is even more unsatisfactory. Otherwise, how can you earn enough together with your senior brother and die? I am so frustrated. If I am Mi Jianxian, I will be as open-minded as I am, maybe I will be even more frustrated."

Cui Wei once told Cui Dongshan frankly at the Great Wall of Jianqi in his hometown, "Why should I die here?"

Cui Dongshan agrees very much.

In fact, Cui Dongshan recognized Mi Yu more. As for the conflict on the city wall that year, Mi Yu was ruling him. Cui Dongshan was just fanning the flames in small matters and following the flow of major matters. Besides, what if you say a few angry words by yourself? A real man is clearly distinguished. Yue Qing died on the battlefield, and Mi Yu was the same.

Mi Yu was furious for the first time and stared at the unrestrained young man. His eyes were red and he said in a deep voice: "Cui Dongshan, please stop me!"

Cui Dongshan raised his hands and said, "Okay, I can't stand it if my family says something ugly? In the future, when the world of Baopingzhou is peaceful, it will be a matter for outsiders to laugh at you, Mi Yu, and by the way, the whole mountain of downs and downs, will Mi Da Jianxian have to repeat the same trick every day, busy sneaking out, stomping people down the mountain, stomping his head so that his sword can be piled up into a mountain, and the sword blades start the paper?"

Mi Yu was wearing a sharp sword energy, instantly shattering a large number of passers-by white clouds outside the cliff.

Mi Yu also forgot his words.

Cui Dongshan narrowed his eyes and raised a finger to his mouth, "Don't scare Nuanshu and Xiaomili. Otherwise, I'll hit you half-death."

Mi Yu's sword energy, Cui Dongshan only blocked half of it, the white clouds outside the cliff were shattered, and there was no sword energy on the other side of the bamboo building.

Mi Yu took a deep breath and immediately restrained his sword energy. He suppressed his anger, but his face was still gloomy. But he quickly turned his head and saw two little girls lying side by side on the railing on the second floor. Mi Yu squeezed out a smile, waved his hand, and smiled hoarsely: "I'm having fun, I'll be busy with you."

Cui Dongshan said: "If people have great injustice, it will be difficult to resolve the big knot. You, Mi Yu, only such knot, is completely understandable. If you are just an ordinary friend, I don't mention a word. Every time I meet, hehe, I will drink with melon seeds, and I am so happy. But."

Cui Dongshan laughed, "But, I'm never afraid of anything, I can kill every time. For example, if you, Mi Yuxin, gets bigger than the mountain of desolate, I'll kill this in advance."

"A very beautiful word, as long as it is nagged in the ears for thousands of times, will become vulgar and hateful."

"Then the same thing, it is a big knot in the heart that is hard to calm down. As long as someone says it a few more times, it will inevitably be a little wider."

Cui Dongshan said three consecutive sentences.

In fact, after hearing the first sentence, Mi Yu already knew Cui Dongshan’s original intention, so there was no longer so much "unsatisfactory". The second sentence still made Mi Yu feel very reasonable, but the third sentence made Mi Yu angry again and couldn’t help but lower his voice and cursed: “Get out of your bastard, the same thing, I’m not as petty as you thought!”

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Take it serious?"

Mi Yu sighed, "I will pay attention to this if."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "A child can teach you."

Mi Yu looked squintingly in a young man in white, "Are you always so good at disgusting people?"

After asking this question, Mi Yu immediately asked and answered

He said: "I am a student of Master Yinguan. If I don't learn well, I only learn some bad things."

Cui Dongshan corrected: "It's not an ordinary student, it's my husband's proud disciple!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the senior sister who loves to keep accounts is not at home for the time being, the senior brother has to make it up today.

Mi Yu wanted to speak but stopped.

Cui Dongshan used his sleeve to wipe the table and swept the shells of the melon seeds into the cliff, as if he was ahead of his predecessor, and said, "Don't be a friend of mine or a polite greeting. The family and brothers all dislike each other, let alone you and me. If you are willing to believe in your Master Yin Guan, I will solve my problems for my husband. If the general direction is consistent, you don't have to expect more. The forced melon, dipped in honey and sugar water, will be bitter at the end, and it will be sweet first and then bitter at the most troublesome."

Mi Yu nodded, "It's a good reason."

Maybe you can copy it and use it, so you can talk to the Fairy Hero.

Cui Dongshan leaned against the stone table, looked out of the cliff, and smiled and said, "In the future, when the Mi Jianxian opened the mirror and water moon, I could talk to the woman about this principle. I would only cheer loudly and applaud, as if it was the first time I heard such a famous saying."

Mi Yu sighed, "Annoyed."

Cui Dongshan said calmly: "The pages of the book are burning and keeping burning, how can you be so annoying?"

Mi Yu raised his hands and said with a sad face: "Cui Dongshan, Cui Shenxian, Grandpa Cui, I'm afraid you will succeed. As long as you go to Mount Dao, I will definitely hide from you and will never bother you."

Cui Dongshan raised his hand, his wrist did not move his palm, and he smiled and said with a smile: "Don't do this in Mi Jianxian. I currently have only one good grandson like Cai Jingshen, and I will be upset no matter how many of them."

On the second floor of the bamboo building, Chen Nuanshu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the two of them had reunited.

Xiaomili finally stretched out her tightly frown brows. Fortunately, Yu Mi didn't fight with the big white goose, and it would be difficult to fight at that time.

Xiaomi Li landed on the ground with her feet and asked softly: "Sister Nuanshu, why do they quarrel?"

Chen Nuanshu rubbed Xiaomili's head and said softly: "Mr. Cui and Mr. Yu are both adults, and they have big and small sorrows. It is better to say it than not. You can't always keep it in your heart."

Xiaomi Li nodded vigorously, then his eyes lit up, coughed, and asked, "Sister Nuanshu, I'll ask you a riddle that is hard to guess. It's not my Bishop of Good Renshan, but I thought about it myself!"

Chen Nuanshu was a little curious and nodded, "You ask."

Xiaomi Li laughed loudly, oh, it’s so funny, the little girl in black has to squat on the ground and her stomach doesn’t hurt. It seems that the riddle makes her happy first.

Nuanshu squatted down and waited for Xiaomili to finish laughing, then asked what riddle it was.

Zhou Mili sat on the ground, about to speak, but couldn't help but hold her stomach.

Nuanshu said helplessly: "Then I'll be busy first."

Zhou Mili made a posture of qi sinking into the Dantian, and then quickly said, "What's better to hold it in? It's not better not to hold it in?!"

Then the little girl rolled on the ground.

Nuanshu rubbed her head, and she knew the answer, but she had to think about it first.

A few years ago, when Pei Qian was practicing boxing, he rarely had to take a two-day rest without going to the second floor.

The only time Zhou Mili didn't go to Pei Qian as a door god early in the morning. Pei Qian thought it was too strange, so he went to see the passive and lazy mountain right protector. As a result, Nuanshu opened the door, and the two of them found that the bedding was on the bed of Xiaomili on the bed and the bedding was supported by Zhou Mili's head and hands, like a small hill, with the quilt horns rolled up and covered it tightly. When Pei Qian asked the right protector, you were making a hammer, Zhou Mili muffled and said, "You open the door first." Pei Qian lifted the quilt, but it turned out that he and Nuanshu were so hot that they ran out of the house. Only Xiaomili, who had covered his nose early, rolled on the bed with a smile.

The stone tables on the cliff are silent.

Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "If you choose to act voluntarily and smash the Yuye River Shui Temple with one sword, there will be no more than meter in Luopo Mountain today."

Mi Yu shook his head and said, "I'm not a fool. Lord Yin Guan has always mentioned following the local customs. I know the importance of it."

Cui Dongshan turned his head.

Mi Yu said, "Okay, I'm a fool."

Cui Dongshan stood up, walked around half of the stone table, and gently patted Mi Yu on the shoulder, "Mi Yu, thank you."

Mi Yu asked, "Thank you for what I do."

Cui Dongshan did not give the answer. The young man in white had his hands wrapped his sleeves, and his whole body looked like a ball of white clouds, looking at the white clouds wandering outside the cliff.

The young man in white, that is, the young Cui Feng, who was the one who was young, once traveled with the old scholar to the white paper blessed land. After being occupied by novelists, he continued to expand. The white paper blessed land can be said to be the strangest high-quality blessed land in the world. The vastness of the world is undetermined. Every novelist and monk can write about people and things. As long as it is not deleted in the end, it can help the blessed land continue to grow.

Cui Dongshan read "several big books" in the blessed land at that time. He did not recognize the things of gods and immortals on the mountain and martial arts affairs in the martial arts world. He said that the immortals and sects on the mountain were all missing, and people's hearts did not change much. It seemed that they had gone up the mountain or entered the sects on the rivers and lakes. The years passed, but they had never really come back to life. Some personal hearts changed, even if there was a slight turn, but the growth of those little God's roles was quite rich, but all the people around him were good, and they would always be harmonious with others. If they were smart, they would always be smart, and they would be pedantic and pedantic. Such sects on the mountain and such sects on the rivers and lakes could not stand the scrutiny at all. No matter how big they were, they would be empty and had a lot of people. If they came out of the blessed land, the wind would fall.

"I don't talk about the whole story of the blessed land in the blank paper, I just talk about the situation. If the truth of the world is clear, I have to talk about the size of the proportion."

"Will the friends around that man, the chivalrous man, make mistakes? Wouldn't the gods on the mountain accidentally kill the wrong person? They are all more perfect than the moral saints in Haoran."

"The people around that man have become friends for life just because they are friends of friends? Why are the people who are enemies with that man all are traitors and evil people, and few people who live wonderfully, so why can't they win respect from others elsewhere? Why do gods on the mountain only accompany Linquan Baiyun Qingsong? When they go down the mountain, the people in the market cannot recognize the money in the pocket of the gods, and ask the shopkeeper for a pot of bad wine, so they are no longer immortals?"

"Is it possible that such a huge white paper blessed land that is famous all over the world exists for the hundreds of little gods?! Good road!"

The founding ancestor of the novelist at that time just smiled with his beard.

However, a young ancestor and a few geniuses who are recognized as "a wonderful writing and a spring of talent" have exposed their shortcomings to an outsider in person, and their faces are not very good-looking. They are just not saying "If you have the ability, please write it."

Otherwise, according to Cui Yan's temperament at that time, I would have come.

It is easy to teach them what it means to "the wonderful hand of ordinary people who accumulate strength and make a living is my random saying, ". It is a natural and eternal new word from me, Cui Feng."

Fortunately, the old scholar quickly tried to smooth things over and first scolded his disciples, "You only realize it is shallow, you know what you know. Such a great novel, such as tens of thousands or dozens of words, are not as simple as you usually talk about a few poems." Then he helped those young handsome men brag about it and gave a little advice. They were all minor problems, and the flaws did not cover up the merits.

Wen Sheng’s personal praise and flaws were of course comparable to the casual nonsense of a young disciple. Those novelists no longer bothered with Cui Lai.

Apart from the title of the head disciple of Wen Sheng, he is only considered an unknown junior, what do you know?

But Cui Feng stopped before he saw the good news. At that time, the young man who had not shown his strength even spoke even more rebellious words that slapped people in the face. "I always feel that language itself is always a cage. The words in the world are the enemy of life and death of novelists. Because the language boundary constructed by words is the invisible boundary of what we think in our hearts. If we do not transcend this one day, it is difficult to prove the way in one day."

At that time, only the old ancestor of the novelist nodded slightly and looked at the young Cui Yan's eyes, which was quite appreciative. The old scholar grinned as if half a dustpan was the size of a dustpan, but he was quite kind and didn't say anything.

The old ancestor looked at it with a squinted eyes and said, "Okay, he didn't light up his head."
To be continued...