Urban Witcher

Ye Xiaomu asked her curiously again, what do these two names mean.

Su Yan explained to him.

"The so-called Shuangjue Bazi are eight mages of different sects. There are also Taoism and Buddhism, so they are called Shuangjue. Among the eight people, the oldest is only in his twenties, and the youngest is just an adult. The eight people are all rare in the magic world. Geniuses, at the very least, are celestial masters or Zen masters, and there is a Buddha among them, which has already broken the tablets of Arhats and Earth Immortals."

"The Three Realms Alliance is an organization imitating the Ghostbusters Alliance. There are people, ghosts, demons, and evil spirits, so it is named 'Three Realms', which means everything. There are a dozen people in total, and they are all powerful characters. These two The organization is the most outstanding figure that has emerged in this generation. As far as I know, they have always spoken badly about the Ghostbusters Alliance, thinking that we are all deified by legends and do not have such strong strength. It is really unreasonable! "

Xiaoqing said indignantly, then turned to look at everyone.

In the huge room, there were several people sitting:

After returning to vulgarity, the Four Treasures wore loose linen clothes and his head was still bald. He was nearly forty years old, and his eyes had many wrinkles, and his expression was a little more vicissitudes, but the heroic spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

Wu Jiawei sat next to him, dressed in plain clothes, because he is a ghost, his appearance has not changed for many years, but his eyes are deeper. Holding the Zangfeng sword in his arms, he held a cup of tea and drank silently. It looks more like a swordsman who doesn't talk too much.

Xiaobai leaned on the sofa, painted his nails, and said, "These people are disgusting. I've heard worse things. Speaking of which, if we hadn't fought the Ghost King and killed the Xingyue Slave, the Magic Guild How could there be today, and now these young people have forgotten us, it is too much!"

"Young man, it's always like this."

A gray-haired man came in with a kettle and poured tea for them. Wu Jiawei took it and brought it himself. Xiaobai pulled him to sit on the sofa, beat his back, and said, "Mr. Guo, they offended the Ghostbusters League so much. You can bear it."

The old man who brought in the tea was none other than Lao Guo.

More than ten years have left too many traces on his body. When he was naturalized, his hair was half gray, his waist was bent, and there were some wrinkles on his face. He was in his sixties, showing some aging.

Shortly after the end of the War of the Three Realms, he completely retired, closed the coffin shop, and bought a villa with the money he earned in these years. The family of three moved in, and later the three of Sibao and Wu Jiawei also moved in. He planted flowers every day. Raising grass is a pleasure for oneself. Although many mages came here admiringly, asking him to make magic weapons and the like, he refused them all and never made a move.

He completely faded out of the magic world.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Old is old. There is nothing wrong with admitting it. For young people, just let them torment."

When Lao Guo said something, everyone fell silent.

"Are you guys still chatting?"

A woman opened the door and entered the living room, walked towards the Four Treasures, and said, "It's almost time, we should go."

Sibao stood up, stretched his waist, and said to everyone: "You guys stay here, I will go to the old man's house, and I will come back in seven or eight days, so don't leave, let's get together again at that time, by the way, Xiaoqing, what do you have?" Go and see Guagua when you have time, this guy hasn't been out much for more than ten years, I guess he is going to suffer from depression, you should spend more time with him when you have time."

Xiaoqing said that he would go now, called Xiaobai and Wu Jiawei together, explained a few words to Lao Guo, and then went out together to Guagua's house.

Lao Guo came to the yard, picked up the bucket for watering the flowers, took a bucket of water, hummed a song, and went to the yard to water the flowers alone.

A red-black centipede crawled out from behind the flower wall and touched his hand with its tentacles to express its intimacy.

The flat head of the year.

Under the care of Lao Guo for more than ten years, Biantou has cultivated into a demon again, and has grown three tails. Although he is still a step away from cultivating a human form, he has also developed some wisdom and is very close to Lao Guo.

Lao Guo spent one-third of his savings on this villa, and bought it from Zhou Jingru at an internal price, which is almost the largest villa in the city. The yard alone is over a thousand square meters, and there is a huge garden with lush vegetation, just like the wild.

Lao Guo also planted a lot of shade plants in front of the flower wall, and arranged them with arrays to form a force field that is conducive to the growth of evil things. Bian Tou usually hides in the middle and concentrates on cultivation.

Lao Guo grabbed Biantou's head, examined it, and said, "In about a month, you will be robbed by thunder. You must strive to regain your human form. I still count on you to retire."

Two years ago, Mrs. Guo was in a car accident and passed away. Lao Guo personally sent her soul to the underworld to report, and watched her cross the bridge of Naihe, reincarnated...

Xiaoyu later married to Nanyue. For several years, he had been thinking of taking him to live in his old age, but Lao Guo refused. He didn't like the climate and environment there, and he didn't want to disturb the life of his daughter and son-in-law, and add burden to them. Living alone, Xiaoyu and his wife are doing business and are very busy, so they can only come back to see their father during the holidays.

Lao Guo sat on the stone platform with his flat head on the side, and put his head on his legs. Lao Guo stroked its head, lost in thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the yard, pulling him back from the past time, turning his head to look at the courtyard door, letting Biantou go back to the garden, and going to open the door by himself.

After the door was opened, Lao Guo saw the young man standing outside, frowned, and said, "Didn't I tell you, I've already washed my hands in the golden basin. If you want to play magic weapon, find someone else."

After he was about to close the door, the young man squeezed in, put the gift he brought on the stone platform, and said with a smile, "This is the most popular Quanjian massager recently. You have a bad cervical spine, so you can try it."

Lao Guo glanced at it, but without making a sound, went back to the stone bench and sat down.

The young man sat in front of him and said with a smile: "Old Guo, if someone else can handle this matter, I won't bother you. You also know that the ancient tomb has a complicated terrain and powerful mysterious monsters. If you don't Sophisticated instruments can't go down at all, so... I just came here again and again, if Mr. Guo thinks the conditions are not enough, we can talk."

Lao Guo shook his head, "I haven't played with those for many years, my hand is born, I am old, and my eyes are not good. You should find someone else."

"Another fifty thousand?"

"I'll give you fifty thousand, please don't bother me in the future!"

Lao Guo made a gesture to drive people away.

The boy hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about the head office."

He saw a teapot on the table, took a cup, poured himself a cup, then handed Lao Guo a cigarette, and Lao Guo accepted it silently, and the boy lit him again, smoked half a cigarette, and said, "Old Guo , Three months later, the Magic Guild will hold the Dragon Fair in Yunkou Mountain, do you know what the purpose is?"