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Chapter eight hundred and ninety is a good name, but a pity

Next to a stream, there was a child about ten years old, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and planting a fish.

The child looks a little stupid. He is ten years old, his whole body is sloppy and his nose is an inch long.

His stomach roared, making his eyes even more intense at the fish.

At this moment, from the sky, a man in a black robe fell down and looked at the child. He was sleepless No. 3.

No. 3 Wumian looked at the child and smiled and said, "That child, come with me."

The child looked at No. 3 Wumian with a dull look. No. 3 Wumian looked at him carefully and sighed: "The invincible martial artist in the world is reincarnated again. He is actually a fool. It is really a cause and effect."

No. 3 Wumian checked carefully and finally found that the child was a fool. "Since he was a fool, there was no need to take you away. It was not that I wanted to kill you, but that you deserved to die! Yan State is already strong enough, and there is no need to become stronger."

No. 3 Wumian raised his hand and waved it towards the child, which scared the child so much that he quickly curled up, but the child did not feel the other party hitting him. He raised his head and a man in a black feathered robe stood in front of him and held No. 3 Wumian's hand.

No. 3 Wumian looked at Chen Ming and said in surprise: "Immortal Emperor Wuliang!"

Chen Ming didn't say much, and directly beat No. 3 Wumian into powder with a knife.

The other party was just an immortal king. For him, he had no power to fight back. He looked into the distance and whispered: "No. 0, you have crossed the boundary!"

Chen Ming came to the child's side, but the child seemed to have no idea what had just happened, and was drooling at the fish swimming in the river.

Chen Ming took a closer look and was really stupid.

This is the reincarnation of the martial artist. Once again, the martial artist has become a little stupid. Chen Ming is not sure about the reason, but this does not hinder his friendship with the martial artist.

So what if he is stupid? He is still a martial artist.

However, Xuan Ji would be sad when he was like this now.

I'm afraid the martial artist wouldn't want Xuan Ji to see him like this.

It suddenly started to rain in the sky, falling on the child, making him covered in rain.

Chen Ming waved his hand and took out the infinite umbrella, walked to the child, and then held the umbrella behind him. The child looked at Chen Ming with a confused look.

Chen Ming handed the umbrella in his hand to the child. The child hesitated for a quarter of an hour and finally understood. He reached out to take the umbrella and blocked his own rain, but forgot about Chen Ming.

Chen Ming smiled, and then he went to the river, waved his sword and pierced a five-pound carp with one sword.

He took the fish and came under a big tree, raised a bonfire, cooked the fish, scraped off the scales, took out the internal organs, and then roasted it. The child sat by the bonfire to keep warm, and drooled at the roasted golden fish.

Chen Ming brought the grilled fish to the child. The child reached out and grabbed the grilled fish and ate the fish in big mouthfuls. After eating for a while, the child finally felt that he was not that hungry. He looked up and looked at Chen Ming. Chen Ming smiled at him, then reached out and wiped some oil stains from the corner of his mouth.

The child handed the fish that had been chewed to Chen Ming and smiled at Chen Ming.

Chen Ming knew what the child meant, and the child wanted him to eat it too. Chen Ming took a bite and pushed it in front of the child. The child was not polite and continued to eat grilled fish.

Under a big tree, the child fell asleep against Chen Ming who was meditating. Chen Ming held an umbrella. The inside of the umbrella was as warm as spring, and the rainstorm continued outside the umbrella.

He looked at the child sleeping against him and smiled and said, "You don't have a name, no family, and no one will give you a name. I will give you a name, and I will call you Wu Sixuan."

"From today, you will be my eight disciples."

Fifty years passed slowly, and in the place of long sleep, a cicada room suddenly opened, and a young man with a little more mature face and a little less tenderness fell to the ground. In front of him, the eight thousand dragon crow cavalry knelt respectfully and then said, "Let's wait, pay homage to the Sixth Sect Master!"

Luo Muye smiled and said, "How long have I been in seclusion?"

These soldiers were all conquered by him in the Ziwei Galaxy system.

The dragon crow cavalry at the front said: "Six Sect Masters, you have been in seclusion for five hundred years."

Luo Muye's eyes were mature and steady, and he was no longer the same as before. "Prepare, we are going to go to war again."

All the Dragon Crow Cavalry looked up and shouted: "Sect Master, we are all ready!"

"Yes, the Sixth Sect Master, we are ready long ago!"

Luo Muye laughed and said, "I have to celebrate today. You are willing to follow me to go to Taixu!"

The Eight Thousand Dragon Crow Iron Cavalry bowed and said, "We are willing to follow the six sect masters to go to Taixu!"

Luo Muye waved his hand, a dragon swallow descended from the sky, and the power of the holy beast spread everywhere. He turned over and sat on the dragon swallow, shouting: "Go to the expedition!"

On this day, the six sect leaders of Yan State led 8,000 Dragon Crow Cavalry to fight against Taixu.

On this day, Chen Ming placed a table in front of the cliff in front of Gouyuexing City. There was a stove on the table, and a pot of wine was cooking in the stove.

Opposite him, there is a seat cushion.

As if he was treating him, he was waiting for someone to come.

Behind Chen Ming, Wu Sixuan, who had grown into a half-grown young man, chased a butterfly, jumped and pounced, and grabbed the butterfly in his hand. He opened his hand, fluttered his wings, and flew towards the sky. A simple smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Wuliang Immortal Emperor treats a guest and is waiting for someone to come.

There are not many people in the world who are qualified to let Chen Ming set up a table and wait.

In this position, the only person he invited was that person.

A moonlight fell, ten feet in front of Chen Ming. Number Zero sat opposite Chen Ming in white.

Chen Ming smiled at No. 0, picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine for No. 0, picked up the wine and drank it all. He looked at Wu Sixuan next to him, and had lost interest in butterflies and began to catch fireflies.

Wu Sixuan's body was very quiet. Although his clothes were not luxurious, they were clean and had a scent of soap beans.

Zero said: "I didn't expect that the invincible martial artist in the world would be like this after reincarnation. If I were like this, I might as well die."

Chen Ming smiled and then said, "It took me ten years to let him know his name and write his name. His name is Wu Sixuan now."

No. Zero looked at Chen Ming, and was slightly shocked.

Chen Ming continued: "It took me another ten years to let him learn to speak."
Chapter completed!
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