Chapter 781

"It's estimated that this Taoist robe hasn't been changed for a year or several months? Which big power and big family's children will be so poor? "

"This guy is not a fake, is he?"

"How can you fake it like this? At least it's a little bit like that? There are a few talented people now, no matter how low-key they are, they are not so shabby. "

"If it's a donkey or a horse, you'll know if there's one." There was a bad smile.

On the street, there is a lot of controversy about the young people riding qingniu. The main reason is that their clothes are too shabby. Even ordinary families don't have this kind of clothes.

What's more, it's hard to think about the genius of a young man when he enters the immortal city.

Qingniu is walking with his head buried in the street. It's an alternative scenic spot. Many people look at it and speculate on the origin of the youth. Most of them think that the young man has no great skills, but he doesn't dare to make trouble easily. What if people really like such a casual dress?

There was a young man riding qingniu on Xiancheng street. The news was faster than qingniu. Many people from other streets came to see the excitement.

Some of the original residents of Xiancheng have lived here for several generations without seeing such a scene. Anyone who dares to enter the immortal city is riding an extraordinary monster as a mount. It is the first time to see someone riding an ordinary green bull.

Seeing that there were more and more people on the street, and they all seemed to be looking at him, the youth could not help scratching his head. His hair, which was already messy enough, was just like the chicken coop, which was too messy to see.

"Why are you looking at me? Did you come to meet me? Am I so popular? " The young man's face was puzzled, and then he guessed narcissistic. When he thought of this, he was so happy that he couldn't help playing a song.

The young man took out the flute, but he didn't start to play it. Some people had seen the power of the flute before. He immediately covered his ears and ran away.

The key is that you guys are so bad that you don't tell others about the power of the flute when you run away. You sneer and hide to watch the fun.

The young man put the flute to his mouth and began to play. As soon as the sharp and harsh voice came out, some people closest to him felt a tingling pain in the eardrum and felt dizzy.

Distance a little bit, also is to cover the ear, the face is iron blue, hastily pull out a leg to run.

"Ah It's terrible. What the hell is this? What kind of magic is this? " Someone called out as they retreated.

"It's really polluted my ears. Help..."

"I've lived most of my life. For the first time, I heard such a terrible flute sound. Even if I died, I would die with my eyes closed..." There is an older generation of monks, tearful said.

The street was full of people, under the sound of the young shepherd's Flute, in the blink of an eye has been empty, the whole street has been empty.

A gust of wind came and swept the dust on the ground and threw itself on the youth's face.

The young man "Pooh Pooh" twice, wiped the shepherd flute, looked at the empty street, and suddenly wondered, "Why have all run away, how can no one know how to appreciate my beautiful flute? No, only master knows how to appreciate it. Every time I hear it, I fall asleep. "

Ang!

Qingniu makes a sad voice, which is full of melancholy for the youth. In fact, it wants to be more. You think more about Sao Nian. Your master is not asleep, but dizzy.

Lao Niu was originally sent out to be a young man's mount. In fact, he refused at the beginning, but under coercion and inducement, he could not agree. However, after walking for more than half a year from qingniu town to Xiancheng, Yaoyao Wanli Road, Laoniu listened to the terrible flute sound for more than half a year, which was devastated.

I'm sorry. If I didn't come, I might be eating tender grass on a green grass terrace in qingniu Town, and occasionally go to other cows to talk about their ideals. How comfortable it was.

"I said Laoniu, why are these people so ignorant of music?" The young man tapped the young man on the back with his flute.

The youth "ang" a, voice some dissatisfaction, young people listen, ha ha a smile, said: "just, since I was born, I have not heard you say anything, playing the flute to you is also casting pearls before swine."

Laoniu said he was depressed.

"I said that boy riding cattle, can you not be so ugly, can you not play your flute, I really can't stand it." At this time, a half year old child covered his ears and ran to the street, pointing to the youth and shouting.

The young man on the ox was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly, "this Taoist friend, you are not right. How can you stand the sound of my shepherd's flute so sweet?"

"Sweet fart, you are deaf, so ugly!" Half of the children jumped up to call, not angry said.

The young man on the cattle shook his head, still without anger, and said, "radishes and cabbages have their own love. If you don't like it, it's hard to hear. There are always friends. It's the so-called thousand mile horse often exists, but Bole is not always there."Half of the children are going to collapse, drooping head is also lazy theory, dejected left.

"Cattle riding boy..." Someone came out again. As soon as he started to speak, the young man immediately interrupted the other party and said, "I don't call that boy riding a cow. I call him Tao Yi."

The man was a burly and stout man. He was tall, big and three thick, and his face was full of ferocity. As soon as he heard the youth report the law, he said, "Taoist priest, I know you are good, right? Don't you want to play your bagpipe, and let people live? "

The way shook his head and said, "you can't stop."

"I want to listen, but when you blow, you can't listen." The burly man, with a sad face, did not dare to glare at the youth. If the young man played the flute again, he would really collapse.

Road a sigh a sigh, helpless said: "this world's bosom friend Bole is really too few, just just, do not blow is."

As soon as Daoyi put away the flute, the burly man also breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there were many more people in the street, and there was a lot of chaos in the clean street, most of them were talking about Dao 1.

"Dao Yi is domineering, but I don't know if this skill is really so great." The elder monk stroked his beard, shook his head, and said with a deep face.

"It goes without saying that with such a flute, no one dares to stay for ten miles." Someone jokingly said.

"This boy is a Taoist. Can he come from Sanqing holy land?" Someone guessed.

"How can such a disciple come out of Sanqing holy land? It's too shabby to insult the reputation of Sanqing holy land? "

There was a lot of discussion in the street, and Dao Yi rode all the way to qingniu. He didn't open his mouth to say anything when he heard these comments. It seemed that he was deaf.

Qingniu walked and stopped. As soon as he looked back, he saw a young man with a silver knife on his back standing in the middle of the street. The young man with silver knife looked indifferent and seemed to be waiting for qingniu to give way.

Qingniu is also waiting. It seems that they are waiting for yindao youth to make way, so the two sides have come to a standoff.

"Familiar smell..." Dao Yi nodded slightly and said, "I said you have nothing to split a mountain? I was nearly killed. If I hadn't reacted faster, I would have been in half like that mountain now. "

The young man with silver knife is naturally Nangong Yidao. Nangong Yidao looks up at the shabby and unkempt young man riding cattle, and says calmly, "you should be lucky."

"What's the matter with you? That mountain move you offended, you want to split him, even if you split the mountain, the key is to nearly kill me Daoyi is dissatisfied with Nangong Yidao's attitude. At least he apologizes?

Nangong Yidao is still indifferent: "what do you want?"

"I don't like to argue with others, but it's your fault. Do you think it's your fault? It's easy to be beaten if you get the attitude like this. " Dao Yi sat cross legged on the green bull and said.

Nangong Yidao's eyes slightly sank, and his whole body's momentum was even more intense. People watching the street were also surprised. How many brushes could this boy riding a cow really have? How dare you bid Nangong a knife.

"What if I don't admit it?" Nangong Yidao is deep.

Tao Yi said casually, "if you don't apologize, I can't force you, can I? There's no sincerity in forcing you to apologize. Why don't you apologize? Well, if you enjoy my flute, I'll forgive you

Daoyi didn't wait for Nangong Yidao to talk, and no matter whether Nangong Yidao was willing or not, he took out the flute. People on the scene were scared to flee.

"Don't..." A lot of people yell out at the same time that they run. They are cruel to their parents. They don't have two legs. They don't run fast enough.

Tick by tick

The sound of the shepherd's flute sounds like a human tragedy. How many people have the heart to die.

Although Nangong Yidao didn't have such a big response, he also frowned, which was definitely the most unpleasant flute sound he had ever heard.

The way blows that is with relish, a face of intoxication, completely regardless of Nangong Yidao is willing to listen.

Shua!

All of a sudden, a Dao Qi suddenly rushed out and chopped toward the road. At the critical moment, a law of the road broke out in the flute, which turned into a diagram of eight trigrams to block the knife.

Dao Yi stopped playing flute and looked at Nangong Yidao and said, "what do you mean? It's so insincere of you to apologize. It's easy to make me want to beat you. "

Nangong Yidao doesn't pay attention to him. The silver knife behind him rushes out and cuts it down again!

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