C401 (1/2)

”You're on your deathbed?”

”In fact, I feel more like taking care of my daughter, don't you think?”

”I think so.”

One man and one cow look at each other and smile.

”How long can you live?”

”Today? Maybe tomorrow. Although Jiang Liu said that he made atonement for himself and helped me prolong my life in this world, I also know myself well. I'm afraid I won't live long. ”

”Does she know?”

”Yes, but she didn't know which day it was.”

”That's why you want to see me in such a hurry?”

”That's right.”

Lu Beiyou was silent, and his heart was desolate.

”Do you have anything else to say?”

Xiaoqing thought for a moment, shook his head, opened his mouth, and a three foot green front fell in front of Lu Beiyou.

”Take it.”

”Good.”

Lu Beiyou didn't refuse. He took it directly.

This sword is exactly the one that Lu Beiyou saw when he broke through Qingshan mountain.

That's Xiaoqing.

”I have lived long enough to accompany my master. When he leaves, I should follow him. I didn't expect that the delay was so long. ”

When Xiaoqing spoke, the clear sky was already full of clouds, and thunder roared in the clouds.

After a while, the cloud shrouded the whole sky. The clouds turned red and a roar came out of the clouds.

Under the cloud, a golden figure could be seen. The golden light diffused and the golden waves spread from his body to all sides. How far did it spread? There was no end to Lu Beiyou's journey.

However, this momentum has attracted countless people's attention.

In the imperial palace of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Ren Changfeng, with a tired face, just put down his files.

All of a sudden, a strong sense of crisis climbed up to his heart. He looked out of the window and saw a golden ripple spreading over the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

At the same time, Jiang Shang also appeared in the study, respectfully standing on the side of Ren Changfeng.

”Does Mr. Jiang know who it is?”

Jiang Shang nodded. A dragon in his sleeve poked out his head curiously.

Looking complicated, he said slowly, ”it's Li long.”

Ren Changfeng lost his voice, until the file in his hand fell on the table, a sound will completely pull him back.

For a long time, he swallowed his saliva and said, ”Mr. Jiang, do you mean that HunJun of the Southern Tang Dynasty?”

”Hun Jun?”

Jiang Shang shook and sighed, ”he is the only real saint in Jiuzhou now!”

Beihai, a child like child and an old man are playing chess.

Just as a child is about to be born.

The golden ripple swept over the North Sea, the children frowned, the pieces did not fall, the body first.

At the same time, he was accompanied by a middle-aged scholar with a brush in his hand.

”Master Luo, what's this?”

Luobei City, looking at this wave, closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and opened his eyes.

”It's a saint!”

Wang Liuzhi suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to see the direction of the ripple, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

”In today's Jiuzhou, besides the bald ass of langtuo temple, there are still saints born?”