[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

After Ye Wang Yifeng pointed out the way to Ye Zhengyang, he withdrew his hand and looked at him calmly, his eyes were clearly asking what he was talking about.

Zhengyang thought about it, and felt that if he talked about romance, poems and songs, and then philosophy of life.

He may be going to go with Hades next, from romance to poetry and poetry to philosophy of life.

But even so, he still felt bitter in his heart. He knew that Maomao and Mo Yu would come here, and when he saw the old Wangtou playing the flute here, he felt a little lucky. After all, in the game, Maomao He and Mo Yu wandered to Fenghua Valley ten years after they left Daoxiang Village.

Although there was a bug in the chronicle, Ye Zhengyang still thought that there would be a delay of at least one or two years.

But now it seems that the game he is in has the ability to fix most of the bugs by himself.

Ye Zhengyang tried his best to put a smile on his face, "Senior, those two are my old friends."

Wang Yifeng glanced at him, and Ye Zhengyang felt that his indifferent gaze was like a blade cutting him into pieces, "So what."

Ye Zhengyang gritted his teeth, and said to Wang Yifeng, "Senior, I can't watch my old friend go evil."

Although he was the one who let Mo Yu and Mao Mao go wandering, but now when facing Wang Yifeng, he regretted it.

Kunlun Mountain is windy and snowy, and there is no grass in the valley of the wicked. How could he throw that cute and smelly child into the valley of the wicked.

What's more, Nima's master played the flute so badly, it's no wonder Mo Yu became a little lunatic after staying next to him every day.

Wang Yifeng narrowed his eyes, put his hands on the stone table next to him, and said coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

"Wang Yifeng." Ye Zhengyang supported the pillar next to him with his hands to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by that momentum.

Wang Yifeng sneered, "Then you still dare to be so noisy in front of me."

He said, "What is the righteous way and what is the evil way in this world? I can see that you famous and decent people have some dirty tricks behind your back! This world is not as clear-cut as you think, and you are just a junior. Talking about good and evil in front of me?"

Ye Zhengyang gritted his teeth. Wang Yifeng's aura is not something that he, a junior, can resist. If his master came, he might be able to resist him, so now...he can only open his mouth, "Master Wang, No matter how many dirty deeds a decent family has done, they all have a limit in their hearts. If they deviate from this limit, they are villains, and if they are not biased, they are decent. How can there be any kind person in this world who can be like a saint? What's wrong?"

Wang Yifeng felt very surprised when he heard these words, and asked, "Oh? Then what is speed?"

"It's not an exaggeration if you want to find the beauty of women all over the world for the sake of your dead wife, but it's an exaggeration to let those people be mutilated and killed."

"If you want to be in love with the one you love, then it's not an exaggeration, but if you want to bathe in the blood of others in order to maintain your youth, then it's an exaggeration."

"It's not an exaggeration if you just want to improve your medical skills, but it's an exaggeration if you poison the doctors and patients who believe in themselves."

The three things Ye Zhengyang said were directed at Kang Xuezhu, Mi Liguli, and Xiao Yaoer among the top ten villains in the Valley of the Evil. It is rare to be organized, and when he became interested, he held a jade flute and asked him, "Then do you think, should I go too far or not?"

Ye Zhengyang smiled wryly, "Guzhu Wang, how can you let me comment on your merits and demerits?"

Wang Yifeng said, "Didn't you comment very enthusiastically just now?"

Ye Zhengyang replied seriously, "Speaking ill of others behind their backs is different from speaking ill of them in front of them."

"..."

Wang Yifeng changed the subject calmly, and said to him, "The young man you mentioned saw his companion being forced to the cliff and buried in the bottom of the valley, can he let it go like this?"

... Isn't the problem the spirit of Mao Mao's life in the future?

If Leader Xie agrees to send Maomao to the Valley of the Evil to be married, do you think I don't need to bother so much?

But Ye Zhengyang still cupped his hands and said to Wang Yifeng, "Wang Guzhu, if I were Mo Yu, I would naturally want revenge, but revenge is revenge, and anger is anger. If I follow you to the Valley of the Evil, Mo Yu, this child, will not be in the future." How much blood will be stained."

"Are you prejudiced against me, the Valley of the Wicked?" Wang Yifeng narrowed his eyes.

"Above the rivers and lakes, no one has no prejudice against the Valley of the Evil. It's just that one type wants to enter but has no ability to enter, and the other type has ability but cannot enter." Ye Zhengyang said with such a wry smile, his body couldn't help but step back. , ready to escape anytime and anywhere, "Wang Guzhu, you Wicked Valley has no shortage of children."

……

They are the Valley of the Wicked, not an orphanage!

Wang Yifeng smiled, "It's useless to talk too much, since you think you have talent, let me give it a try."

Wang Yifeng's eyes burst into light when he heard this sentence, his inner strength was agitated, his white robe moved without wind, and with a wave of his right hand, Ye Zhengyang only felt a strong inner strength attacking him.

Ye Zhengyang said with a wry smile that he would probably end up in death or injury if he tried to speak quickly.

But the imagined pain did not strike, a tongue suddenly protruded from the side and wrapped around Ye Zhengyang's waist, dragging him out from Wang Yifeng's palm.

A purple figure approached lightly, as light as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon, Huazhu's right palm and Wang Yifeng faced each other, their internal forces collided, and the ancient pavilion seemed to be unable to withstand the force and flew out.

Ye Zhengyang came back to his senses and exclaimed, "Huazhu!"

He originally thought that although Huazhu was powerful, but after all, he had attainments in Gu poison, and it would be easy to suffer when facing people like Wang Yifeng head-on.

Unexpectedly, the two withdrew their palms, Wang Yifeng seemed to be unsteady and took a step back, but Huazhu stood there leisurely, smiling like a peach blossom, "What's the matter, Zhengyang?"

Ye Zhengyang was shocked.

Wang Yifeng's martial arts in Jiansan is not top-notch. Compared with Juggernaut, Xie Yunliu, and Fang Gan, the celestial wizards, Lao Wang can only be regarded as the third echelon among the masters of Jiansan.

But everyone thinks Lao Wang is very strong.

Because what Wang Yifeng represents is a faction, a legend, and a story. It’s like when Ye Zhengyang was the commander of the faction, once the Haoqi League went to beat the old king, he didn’t need to say it. He rushed upwards as if his eyes were closed, and the corpses were piled up layer by layer, fighting for their lives with arrogance.

Wang Yifeng is a spiritual idol in the Valley of the Evil. He can lose his safety and lose in offense and defense, but Wang Yifeng, he should never fall down.

He has also seen some girls cry heart-piercingly in YY when Lao Wang or Mo Yu is down on some servers.

Among the players in the Valley of the Evil, Wang Yifeng should be very strong.

In the setting of the game, Wang Yifeng is the only descendant of the Hongchen Jue, braking with silence, unrestrained and without evidence.

But now, Wang Yifeng, who has practiced Hongchenjue for more than 30 years, when he was fighting with Huazhu, his two palms met, and it was him who retreated.

Wang Yifeng withdrew his palm and frowned tightly. The opponent's internal energy was surging, beyond his expectations. The young man in front of him seemed to be only around the age of a weak crown, but he actually had such a solid internal energy.

It's almost... as if he has more than decades of skill.

After seeing Huazhu's strange Miaojiang costume and her indistinguishable beauty, Wang Yifeng's face sank like water, and he whispered, "It's you."

Huazhu pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth raised, "Of course I am me, otherwise it could be you."

Wang Yifeng took out his flute and smiled a little, "Okay then, let's have a fight."

Huazhu lowered her eyes, unexpectedly yawned, and stretched out her palm, that hand was beautiful, as white as jade, with slender fingers, but above that palm, a black Gu worm opened its mouth, unexpectedly it had a mouthful of sharp teeth, mung bean Ordinary eyes stared at Wang Yifeng, "Do you really want to fight? Can you fight?"

Huazhu's tone was very ordinary, even the last sentence was just stating an ordinary fact, not a question.

Wang Yifeng did not retreat but advanced, and took a step forward. At that moment, he saw a crossbow arrow pass through the tiles on the simple hexagonal pavilion like a cloud, and sank into the stone slab under Wang Yifeng's feet, leaving only the arrow Yu stayed outside.

Wang Yifeng glanced at Tang Sect's life-chasing arrow.

Ye Zhengyang saw that the life-chasing arrow was completely different from Tang Zisu's usual strength.

So it shows that Tang Zisu should also have reservations on weekdays, and did not try his best.

Huazhu and Tang Zisu are like two puzzles, even if they are twisted together, it will only make the puzzle more chaotic.

... Chaotic shit is like a tomb robber's note.

Ye Zhengyang felt that now Huazhu said with a serious face, in fact, he would not find it strange that I am Zhang Qiling of this generation of Zhang family.

Huazhu smiled at Wang Yifeng, "Guzhu Wang, I just want to do my friend a favor, and I didn't come here specifically to fight with you. Besides, at my age, I won't do such things on the spur of the moment."

Wang Yifeng seemed to have heard some big joke, "You also have friends?"

Huazhu put away her smile and said seriously, "Guzhu Wang, what you said is wrong, you still remember when you..."

Before Huazhu could say this, she saw Wang Yifeng turn around and leave, even though in a sense he was running away, but the other side's back was still handsome.

...Ye Zhengyang looked sideways, wondering what Hua Zhu knew about Wang Yifeng.

Seeing Wang Yifeng leaving quickly, Ye Zhengyang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Guzhu Wang, Mo Yu..."

Wang Yifeng's voice came from afar, "If you want to tell him to go back, come to the Valley of the Wicked!"

... How afraid are you of flower candles?

Before Ye Zhengyang came back to his senses, Hua Zhu had already turned around, with a rare and gloomy face covered with dark clouds.

If Huazhu's face was not directed at him, he could still appreciate Huazhu's beautiful face even when she was angry.

Huazhu said in a deep voice, "Zhengyang, if I don't save you today, you will die here."

Ye Zhengyang laughed dryly twice, "Didn't you come here..."

Huazhu glanced at him, looked at the hole in the hexagonal gazebo, and looked serious.

Ye Zhengyang seldom saw Hua Zhu with such a serious expression. He also knew that Hua Zhu was worried about his own safety, and he felt quite uncomfortable. If there were no Hua Zhu and Tang Zisu today, he might really die in Jiuquan. He just wanted to go up to apologize, but Huazhu rolled his eyes, and showed his usual smile again, "Don't do this next time, or I will be angry."

When he spoke, his eyes moved and his brows were expressive, and there was a sense of tenderness flowing out.

……

What's wrong with the coach's style of painting changing too quickly!

Ye Zhengyang coughed softly, "I just want to talk to him, so that he can open up his heart, maybe he will return Mo Yu to us and send us to the Haoqi League."

Tang Zisu jumped down from the nearby tree and said expressionlessly, "The effect is good, it seems that he wants to open your heart."

After all, Tang Zisu made a gesture of disembowelling.

"..." Why didn't he know that Tang Zisu's words were offensive?

The flower candle stretched out the insect flute, and tapped it on Ye Zhengyang's head, "It's useless to do these things, why don't you go back and sleep for a while, and you have to be early tomorrow."

After all, Hua Zhu turned around and wanted to leave, and Gua Tai who was at the side quickly followed.

Tang Zisu next to him glanced at Ye Zhengyang and wanted to go back to the tree, but stopped and said to Ye Zhengyang, "Good job."

……

what has he done?

Tang Zisu said word by word, "At least I don't have to listen to him play the flute."