C332 (1/2)
By late autumn, there was a heavy rain outside.
It rained heavily and fell from the eaves. It was rainy and the air was cool.
Ling Hao pushes open the door and looks at the drizzle in the sky. There is a sadness between his eyebrows.
He stood with his hands on his back and the water dropped on the toe of his shoe.
”Husband, it's so heavy outside. Are you going out?”
Zhou qingday came from behind.
”There are three days left before Tianjiao meeting.”
”The holy body of the gods and demons I cultivate is called the real magic way skill by the cultivators.”
”If so, it will inevitably lead to many disputes.”
At present, this is also Ling Hao's biggest headache. It's the so-called ”three people make a tiger, all people spread gold.”.
It's like yellow mud falling into the crotch. It's not shit.
”My husband is worried too much. Why should I care about other people's eyes?”
”No matter what we do, it's our own business, because people say you're a devil, and you think you're a devil, then you're really a devil.”
Said Zhou qingdaytime slowly.
In this moment, Ling Hao turned around and looked at her stupidly.
”That's right!”
”No matter what others think of me, I am myself, and I will not change my heart for others.”
The change of mood is extremely rapid. Ling Hao only feels that he can see the sky through the clouds and mist, and his heart is very clear.
”Thank you for sunny days.”
”What do you say? We are husband and wife.”
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. After the heavy rain, it was sunny.
In the early morning, the mist was continuous.
The city of Tianlong is very busy. Practitioners from all over the city are wearing strange clothes and walking on Mingwu street.
There is only one destination for them, which is the north Wild Goose holy land.
There are countless talented young people entering the Tianlong city with the psychology of being famous in the world.
As we all know, the north Wild Goose holy land is well-known. It is the heaven of cultivators and the holy land of the strong.
Even if they leave their hometown, they are willing to leave!
The white man sitting by the window on the second floor of the restaurant picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took a pleasant drink.
”Fame and wealth, it's very urgent.”
”Why can't you drink a little wine like me and find some girls to accompany you when you are in such a hurry and have been walking or running all the time?”
Jiang Jianyu said softly, as light as the sword on his back.
Light sword.
When he was 12 years old, his master gave him the name of the sword. At that time, he thought that the name of the sword was really strange. It was homophonic with the word Qingming, and it didn't sound good. At that time, he even thought about the name.
Later, think about it or forget it.
This is from the master.
”Master, I did it.”
”I will not change the name.”