Why don't you grab it?

Cangwu hummed out of her nose.

When he heard Qingtian talk about this, Cangwu couldn't help but point his thumbs down with both hands.

He despised him again and said, "At this point, do you think it would be useful to praise me for a thousand times?"

The head of the sect was poked into thinking, nodded honestly without any shame, and said, "Yes."

That's all for the chat.

Things were too hasty, but fortunately it was not too late to make up for the problem.

The old leader immediately shouted: "Amao! Ring the bell!"

The little Amao ran over from behind the screen, her face clearly looked bad, and most of them had listened to their conversation.

He raised his head pitifully and asked tremblingly, "More, how many times."

“14 down.”

Qingtian said this.

It was not ambiguous at all, fourteen, he could hear it.

A Mao was stunned at first, then nodded stiffly and said yes, but ran out quickly.

There was a look of crying on his face.

It's easy to raise your head slightly.

Not long after the little Ahmao ran out, the bell immediately rang out from their heads.

It turned out that the bell tower had been hidden under the clouds.

The bell rang, 14 times.

Cangwu smacked her lips as a complaint about such a loud bell, and then shook her robe and sat down.

Putting the tea holder in the palm of your hand, Cangwu shook his head and said, "I thought that the bangfu would never fall to the day when the knock was 14."

There was a rare feeling of desolation in his tone.

At this time, the old leader looked at the open door with his hands behind his back, and said with some pride, "What are you afraid of? It's not the time when the fifteenth sound."

Upon hearing this, Cangwu looked at him with some amusement: "Who said I'm scared?"

The forest of rampant has been calm for many years.

In addition to the year-end and major events, they will ring from one to twelve times, and only thirteen times will ring when the temporary call is held. This bell rarely rings unexpectedly.

But fourteen sounds are something that has never happened.

Fourteen sounds are unpleasant because this represents war.

Dangdangdang.

The bell was clearly on the top of the head, but it was as if it was knocking on a person's heart.

It is getting more and more urgent, making people uneasy.

The afterglow of the bell fluttered until the ending sound finally ended, the peace in front of the head hall was broken.

Brush brush.

In just a few blinks, 32 shadows appeared in the hall one after another.

"I've met the leader."

Everyone has all kinds of voices.

It can be seen that everyone has different specialties and is not a vegetarian.

In such a strange event at this moment, Taoists with different postures could only look at each other, hoping to get out of breath.

The sharp-eyed audience of the Liangyuan Store noticed sensitively: Even Shanhun was standing in it.

It turns out that she is one of the 32 deacons.

Yi Ruchang's mouth shape is compared.

She looked calm, just like usual.

But a very petite girl next to her was a little strange because she turned a small hourglass upside down.

Several Taoists around looked at her hourglass and were a little nervous.

Some Taoists also noticed the young man sitting at the head of the sect, and some even recognized the true identity of the seven-year-old, and were very surprised at the moment.

More people could only bow their heads and wait for the leader's lecture and explanation of the 14-tone emergency sound of the Fufang Forest.

The atmosphere drops to freezing point.

But for everything that happened next, thinking about the future bumpy destiny of the Blissful Forest, the current peace is so nostalgic.

Perhaps it was because of the thrilling rescue activities that Yi Ruchang still remembers every battle.

As an old team member, Cai Lida and Jiang Anzhi sacrificed themselves in the catastrophe that has been recorded in history in the world of cultivation?

There are many more people who cannot name their names, and they are definitely not named monks.

From monks to martyrs.

It sounds like a joke.

It's just a blink of an eye to walk.

The so-called united resistance is often accompanied by sacrifices worth remembering.

And the scene presented to them has an ending that can be engraved on the monument from the very beginning.

They are standing here now, helpless, only

Being everything witnessed by the bystanders is just a process.

Like amber.

A big tree slowly, slowly oozing oil wrapped around a bug. This entity walked into the vortex of time. When it was dug out, only beauty was left.

But it was at these times that the process was so important that it was sad.

The shop owner smacked his lips and snorted softly.

The more he looked at the leisurely young man sitting on the chair, the more angry he became. Without saying anything else, he wanted to go upstairs and scold the streets.

The young man seemed to have not moved.

But Yi Ruchang clearly knew that the young man Cangwu was now in a state of leaving his body, and he probably flew up to see what the flying immortal in the sky looked like.

In this state, Qingtian always protects him, and it seems that he is safe.

Speaking of which, when Yi Ruchang stepped into the two-yuan store that night, he knew that there was nothing good in the house!

Old man Cangwu, old man Cangwu.

Don’t look at you being so handsome and young now, I can’t seem to beat you, so I won’t talk about you anymore.

To be honest, at the beginning, you asked me to come over and open a lock for you. Is it just to add a silence to my Spring Festival?

I shouldn't have put that postman back for you!

Stinky old man! I have been so simple over the years, but you just can't stand it, right?

Yi Ruchang gritted his teeth secretly and cursed all the swear words in his heart. But he couldn't say anything.

Swearing through the screen is obviously not a stupid thing suitable for doing when the plot cannot be stopped.

The illusion continues.

Although the room is full of people, it is so quiet that the sound of needles falling down can be heard.

The two young men, a stranger across the room, looked different, but they were really similar in their expressions.

Not only does it make people angry, but it doesn't care about other people's anger. The carelessness that comes from the bone makes people angry a little bit angry, why is he so stable?

However, he and his appearance are so reassuring.

The shop owner shook his head.

He felt something was wrong.

The old man Cangwu in front of him clearly survived, but the head and Lord Shanhun all existed in it and turned into a soul alive.

What kind of trade-offs have you made?

Let life and death be separated by yin and yang.

Stinky old man, how much can you think of the future when you sit there?

And at this moment, perhaps in an iron fence thousands of miles away, when you were drinking and cursing and chatting with people, you hope that I would get something in this story.

Yi Ruchang touched the key to his chest.

No, I'm distracted.
To be continued...