Sword of Coming Chapter 143

Is it really a Confucian saint who is driving to Dashui House?

And is this Confucian sect not the general academy of the academy?

The green robe man sitting in the main position gritted his teeth and almost broke his teeth.

He is stiff and his body is tight. The Huang Tingguo is a **** of cold water in the north. He must be clenched with fists at the moment, and he is squatting on the handlebars of his chair. He will hold back the forgiveness and the hoe. Impulse.

Huang Tingguo is just one of the countries of Datun. In front of this, the skinny looks like a young, uninvited guest. It is impossible to be a native of this country. For Huang Tingguo's great martial arts, he has long been familiar with the heart, who can provoke a beat, who should pull it up, and hundreds of years of hard work, the Qingpao man can be said to have everything in mind.

Confucian 72nd Academy, the mountain owner of each academy, at least the tenth level of cultivation, is qualified to run the College.

The upper five gods of the five gods, the gods and dragons often do not see the tail, so the distance from the secular dynasty is relatively close to some of the ten spirits, the scholars, the mountain master, has been qualified to be praised by the world, a Confucian saint, in addition to the Buddha The golden body of Luohan, the land of the Taoist gods, are the nickname of the ruling.

This little pipa is like a **** in the temple. The gods are high enough, but they are not too far away. They burn their fragrant hoes and worship them. Otherwise, those old gods who are hidden in the clouds You can't find the temple with the pig's head.

The eyes of the young man in the green robe gradually became red, covered with bloodshot eyes, and a touch of pale golden brilliance emerged. He still tried his best to keep his eyes open and stared at the saint statue behind the white boy. In the field of vision, above the altar, a gasous majesty The old man, dressed in a white robes, shines brightly, and the light of the silk is as if it contains the avenue.

Every ray of light, under the circumstance, is followed by a series of numerous golden texts that have disappeared, and there is a rule of Confucianism and etiquette. This sage's law, Gao Guanbo belt, large sleeves wide as a bird's wing, no wind and shake, hanging a gleaming jade on the waist, especially eye-catching, such as a small pocket of a bright moon.

Do not leave, the true sage weather!

The life of the Qingpao man, in fact, has a lot of origins. He has been aware of many secrets inside, and it is just a matter of knowing the goods. So he saw this scene, but he was even more alarmed. If you change to the ordinary five-level monk in the mountain gate, you may be treated as a kind of blind eye.

The tall man embroidered with a golden dragon in the Qingpao finally blinked and had to deflect his gaze. The tears from the stinging slowly slipped out of the eyelids, but he was quickly dissipated. He naturally refused to show his slightest retreat in front of these subordinate guests. After a long practice life, he was able to go to this step today and sit firmly at this high level. It is a good opportunity to rely on the bones of the roots. Without the perseverance of the heart as a support, I am afraid that all the romantics have long been the cold food. The Lancang River was washed away.

Someone once taught him, and the saints learned and hardened. The sage statue is high.

Nowadays, the rules established by the Confucian saints are becoming more and more cumbersome and the rituals are becoming more and more stable. It is no longer an ancient country that was unrecognizable in that era. At that time, on the ancient map of Laos, there were many dragons and dragons, and they were not convinced by the heavens and the earth. It was rumored that only the ancient swordsmen who had amazing killing powers liked to come here to sharpen the swords and swords. The sword turns over the river and is proud of killing the dragon.

Is Qi Jingchun not dead? Nowadays, the saints who hold the sacred caves should be the detached detachments from the Fengxue Temple.

So where is he sacred?

It seems that the good person does not come to the poor.

No matter what, it is the king of the king who has arrived at his own site, and he has no reason to lead the neck.

The Qingpao man forcibly dispelled his heart and sighed, took a deep breath, and lifted his left fist slightly. He gently knocked on the chair handle, which seemed to be an understatement, but the whole big water house was accompanied by a shock, and the section of the cold food river adjacent to the mansion There are no signs of big waves, stacking layers, and tapping on both sides.

The green robe man took a shot.

All the figures in the hall are swaying with each other. The two swords in the sheath of the young sword are overwhelmed, squeaky, struggling, and fighting the beast.

Only the white boy is not moving, and the statue of the body behind him is more stable.

The young man looked up slightly and looked at the man in the green robe who was facing south in the distance. His mouth was full of sarcasm.

Although the Dashui Mansion was built on the riverside, in fact, under the mansion, there is another mystery. It has already carved out the deep and wide waterways. Therefore, it is closely connected with the cold food and gas transport. It is a large-scale legal array, although it is not as good as some top Xianjia's Hushan. Array, or the dynasty of the dynasty of the capital of the city, can be a very deep green robe man, as long as they live in it, do not arbitrarily leave this land, you can have a mysterious blessing like a small world.

It is possible to do this by exception. In addition to the chance, there is a great relationship with the strange bloodlines of the men in the Qingpao.

Generally, the temperament is only after the tenth place, such as the Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and the Three Orthodox, plus a military squad. These three teachers and four forces, once they are at home, can sit in the right place and the Confucian School of Teaching, Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and the ancient battlefield sites of the military are equal to the masters of the small heavens on that side. Other monks enter them, which means that they have to go to the village to follow the customs and act according to the rules of the master.

The needles in the lobby can be smelled and the atmosphere is awkward.

The cold food Jiangshen can see the vision at the door, but the rest of the people are in the dark, and they only feel that the second monk can't figure it out. After the white boy's madness, let's the **** of the water god. I started to be in a daze. Isn't the handsome young boy who doesn't know how to be tall and honest, and who is actually born in a good family with the Dashui House? So dare you so arrogant?

Although the feminine man has already stepped out of the case filled with the fine wines, he should have taken the boy, but he also stopped at this time. Without a bit of eyesight, how to do things under the hands of the Qingpao man, this act of water and snakes, who have always been slandered, has realized that things are not normal.

The young man in the green robe was always unwilling to speak. The previous time he patted the chair, although it was huge, it seemed to be knocking on the mountain, but it seemed to be somewhat bluffing.

The white boy always stand still, pretending you have the ability to beat my virtue, even bring out the strange situation of flood mansion.

The Qingpao man finally smiled and said: "The visitor is a guest, dare to ask what advice?"

He quietly attracted a part of the Jiangshui momentum contained in the cold food river, shaking the air of the entire house, trying to use this to test the truth of the statue. After all, how to see it and be honest, do not personally verify one or two, it is necessary to be at home. The young man who bowed to an outsider and was proud of his nature could not do it.

Once the statue of the **** appeared in the slightest fluctuations, the man in the green robe did not mind smashing the head of the boy himself, dare to pretend to be a ghost in the Dashui House, and deceived him to come up, not to find death?

It is a pity that the statue is not moving, which shocked him and quickly converges all the luck.

On the road of cultivation, going upstream, it should be brave and sturdy, and it will be more convincing when confronted with strong enemies. But it is not just a matter of reason, but it is not for those who want to practice, they will die, and they will not be able to change.

After a white boy's hand was handed, his hand clenched his fist on the abdomen. It was still a sloppy look. He pulled his mouth and sneered. “You have already shot it once. Now it's my turn?”

The green robe man's face is ugly.

The water snake is really unable to stand the young man's face, striding forward, facing his own water god, the gentle man raised his arm and drove a shovel to fly, screaming and screaming: "I can't stand it, can't bear it." It is the lord who severely punishes him afterwards. His son must also play the head of this kid's head, and then collect his brain and mix it into the golden jade liquid in the glass. So the statement of the nectar is even complete."

The man in the green robe was gloomy, "green, not rude to the guests, and quickly returned to the seat."

The feminine man holding the shovel not only did not obey orders, but the pace was faster. "The lord would not want to bodhisattva again. If the gangsters go to the door and don't know the number of rituals, let the genus tell this kid how to be the guest of Dashuifu. !"

After the cold food is stopped by the gods, the water snakes know the true thoughts of their own masters. If they really don't want to offend their guests, they will seem to be introverted and violent, and they will have to play outside their doors with a sleeve. Where will you deliberately say those confusing words?

The water snake is thinking that luck is good tonight, and the stupid squid has taken the lead, but if he can be in front of everyone, give the lord a long face, with his own master in front of the outsiders, always shot the generous temper, a jar of Dashuifu The special gold jade liquid can't run away.

This is hard to cultivate adult-shaped aquarium monsters. I certainly don't know that his famous water god, who is rewarded and punished, wants him to die, only to try to find out the truth again and again.

This time, all the guests are full of curiosity and expectation. Before, it was like a cloud-covered front, which made people really unattractive.

Even if the white boy is just an embroidered pillow, there is no backhand, then it is not bad to see the killing scene of the master of the water god.

"The soil is built into the mountains, and the weather is booming."

The white boy is too lazy to look at the water snake and monsters from the beginning to the end. He smiles like a memorable classic. He seems to be very lazy and casual. After just saying this inexplicable language, the young boy suddenly dangles. From a cynical swaying son, he changed into a very extreme sinister Confucianism, exuding a sense of ambiguity.

In the end, the young man raised his foot and collapsed heavily. He shouted: "The water is in the water, and the dragon is born!"

The figure of the **** behind the white boy, with a high lift, quickly stepped on.

At this moment, the Qingpao man can't move, his breathing is difficult, his face is full of fear, his throat is fretting, and he wants to say soft words for mercy, but he can't say a word.

In case of natural enemies.

If you are hard-working and have a high level of realm, once you encounter it, you will not be able to fight back.

That is incomparably majestic and solemn, the words "蛟龙生焉", such as the ear blasting spring thunder, repeated over and over again in the green robe man's ear, above the heart of the lake, is even pointed to the people, set off a burst of Uncontrollable storms.

The golden dragon of the chest of the Qing robes, like the finishing touch of the immortal, turned into a living thing, and began to swiftly move away. The cyan robes were like cyan lakes, but the golden dragons were crazy and chaotic. The best thing about swimming in the water is only madness and pain.

In the process of the collision of the golden dragons with half-arm lengths, the original bright golden brilliance gradually faded, and there were always golden threads, such as slender feathers peeling off the green robe, falling on the ground and turning into ashes.

The white boy smiled and took a step forward, then lifted his foot again. "Small pond reptile, dare to test the uncle twice twice? You tried twice before, I will step on your cold food on three feet and see you. How to control the size of the rivers and rivers in the future."

Just as the young man was about to step on the ground for the second time, the seat under the green robes of the man's buttocks shattered and turned into powder. The unforgettable cold food was just rising up, and one hand slammed into the chest. The golden dragon is not allowed to continue to collide like a headless fly. The other hand is lifted up high, and it is difficult to beat down. The corner of the mouth is full of blood, and the hoarse is vague: "Rebellious command, offending the guests, insufficient death. Cherish!"

Silently.

The head of the water snake is so bursting.

After the body fell to the ground, it was restored to the true body. It was a slender water snake with a slim body.

The shovel of the immortal relics, the sound of falling ground, on the empty lobby, is exceptionally crisp and harsh.

The bottom of the white boy's foot is less than half an inch from the ground.

The Qingpao man refused to wipe his mouth and stand up straight, and he had to bend over to pay for the crime.

The white boy who had already stopped the pedaling action, looked awkward and made a slow-moving action.

But in an instant, the teenager once again silently said: "The dragon is born."

Step on the ground!

It's crisp and neat.

The **** image is naturally followed by stepping on it.

The white boy's foot is stepping on the blue brick floor of the Dashui Mansion.

And the image of the **** behind it is going on, but it is stepping on the air transport of the cold food river.

The green robe man caught the five fingers of the golden dragon, has penetrated into the chest skin, even if it hurts, he still does not want to let go.

This is where he is witnessing the dawn of the light, not only the cohesiveness of the perseverance, but also the crux of the heart, and death can not be let go!

The white boy loosened his fists and shook his sleeves, his movements were so smooth and elegant, slowly moving forward, bypassing the body of the poor water snake, looking up to the main position, lifting his foot on the branch On the shovel, stepping on the fairy weapon and rolling around on the ground, he laughed and said: "This water **** lord, is it very unexpected?"

Seven bleeds.

The handsome man in the green robe, who was swaying in a crumbling figure, spit out a **** water, then lowered his head and squinted at the dark golden dragon that screamed in front of his chest. After slowly raising his head, there were almost two For a hundred years, the **** of the water **** who did not personally kill the enemy, looked stunned and muttered: "This true fairy, can't you let me go? The immortal teacher will come again, I will be no different from death."

Everyone in the hall, completely ignorant of what happened, one by one.

In their opinion, a river that is almost invincible is just being played in the applause.

The white boy began to look around boringly, and his eyes stayed on the Confucian scribe. The latter immediately sweared, and even dared to stand up straight for a long time. It was worthy of being a scholar, knowing how to judge the situation and making a low.

The young man looked at the fat man who was really the one who stopped the river. The latter did not say anything about it. He shouted his head and shouted: "See you really!"

Only the burly armored scorpion, wide eyes, and the white boy directly confronted.

The white boy did not wait for the Qingpao man to scream and swear, and he has already taken the lead and laughed: "Slaughter."

"I count three times, three, one."

Although the white boy is deliberately cheating, it is clear that he will have another trip.

This is what he learned from someone.

Unexpectedly, the man in the green robe was more decisive and decisive, and he slammed the number one, saying that he would kill him if he killed him.

After seeing the blink of an eye, he stood behind the squid, only the palm of the hand that grabbed the heart of the former, from the back to the chest, he slowly pulled back the **** arm, and held the ugly man who died. The head, gently dialing, pushed the body away, and the heart quickly became a goose-sized red crimson pill, which was thrown into the mouth by the green robe man and swallowed quickly.

The white boy is still talking and speaking, and he put away the foot.

He smiled and looked at the spirit of the old and the young, "I don't recognize me?"

The elders of the Lingyun sentimental door flustered and raised their fists and bowed their heads: "Before we have eyes and no beads, we also hope that the priests will forgive sins. If you are daring, please go to our spiritual school as a guest..."

After waiting for the white-haired old man to finish, the young man began to give orders. "Take the eyeballs."

The next moment, the man in the green robe had a pair of eyeballs in his hand. The old man held his face in his hands, and there was blood oozing out from his fingers. The old man tried to bite his lips and tried to prevent himself from shouting.

The white boy squinted at the two pale-faced Lingyun young Junyan. "It's good luck for you two small scorpions. This is Huang Tingguo, not on the map."

Two young monks with great prospects were slightly relieved.

But the boy said again: "But you have bad luck. The spirits are from the head to the elders. They are almost all stupid idiots. They are bent on loyalty to Huang Tingguo Hong, so let's die together. ”

The man in the Qingpao's shot, hesitated for the first time.

After the young boy's hands were negative, he smiled and said: “You have set up a bureau in Dashui, in addition to testing whether the local county guards are smart enough, then there is a conclusion in your heart. The Lingyun School has a thousand with Huang Tingguo's Emperor Hong. The relationship between Si Wanyu belongs to a grasshopper on a rope. You are not willing to accompany the unspeakable Spiritual School and Huang Tingguo Hongshi, and they are buried under the iron hoof. They are willing to take this opportunity to cut off with them. The fragrant fire, saves the future of the squadrons and the south of the army, Hong's destruction, and even the flooded waters are ravaged by the war."

The young man said: "This kind of bad trick, that is, the spirit of this kind of bandit fool can not see through, there are no eyes, really have no eyes, really good, but still have to die."

The man in the green robe was indefinite, but then he laughed and laughed a lot. He took the three of the auras and slaps one of them, and instantly smashes his head. The three of them are too late to perform.

The white boy slowly moved forward and walked to the main position of the lobby. During the passage of two young swordsmen, he kept his feet and turned his head and smiled. "One is a scattered repair of origin. It is life or death. Don't worry, see me. Later, the mood is good or bad. There is also a closed disciple who is the real person of Fulong. The identity is okay, and there is a little bit of weight. Let me think about it. The reason why you come here is for the word 'gong'. Is it strange that I guess the answer? You don't have a sly expression on your face, can't you? If you do, the **** of water **** will make your head bloom.”

When the two swords were repaired, they saw this thrilling scene. At this moment, the heart that really wanted to die was there.

The white boy continued to move forward and suddenly stopped. He looked at the writer who was impressed by the word "feeling" and smiled. "You are on the coffin of the green bamboo pavilion, the real name should be called Tang Jiang, right. Well, it's been said that Huang Tingguo has been crouching for quite a long time, hard work, and really no credit, just a little bit of hard work. Well, then put the espion you just received, put it on top. Arrange the tasks assigned to you, talk to your water **** lord. This is the next brother, you are really a brother on board."

At the moment, the latter has no more point of inflammation, and the momentum is bleak and quiet. He holds a fist: "Green Bamboo Pavilion C and other dead soldiers Tang Jiang, I have seen..."

At the end of the day, the big green bamboo pavilion was a bit embarrassed, I do not know how to call the big man who shouted his identity.

Knowing the confidentiality of this specification of Green Bamboo Pavilion, there are only a handful of them in the Dagu Dynasty. Therefore, Tangjiang is no longer concealed, let alone retreat 10,000 steps, the white boy is really a big enemy, his Tang dynasty identity leaked, it is a dead end, it depends on whether it is a pain or a pain.

The white boy was discouraged and waved: "Forget it, it doesn't make sense to call me now."

The young man stared at the state where the two legs trembled, and did not say a word.

Don't drive more than the local county, and the Emperor Hong's thought that this can be used to check and balance the history of foreign officials. The two sides are mutually restrained, and no one can form a situation in which the town is divided. This is another strange thing of Huang Tingguo.

The white boy is thinking a little and sticking his fingers to the adult.

The latter has already bowed his head. "Only ask this big singer to be a good teacher. The villain is willing to be a cow. If there is a little bit of lie, it will be thunder!"

Juvenile Cui Wei pointed the person with his finger. "Get up, you don't have to die. After you get out of this big water house, you go to the old thorn history of the age. You will ask him directly, if you want to continue to be a thornist." It was only from the thorn history of Huang Tingguo, and it was changed to our great dynasty dynasty. If he knows each other and nods his head, it is naturally the best. After that, you are still the same. If you don't agree, then you will kill him, remember, At that time, I will send the old thorny head to the Qiulu Inn in the county town to find the Liuyang Hui, a monk of Ziyang House. You don't have to say anything, she will naturally understand everything."

Everyone knows that it is a general trend.

It's just a little faster now.

Juvenile Cui Wei looked at the tearful, sulky face of the adult, shook his head and said: "It's pitiful, hurry, don't be blind here."

The man in the official uniform immediately got up.

The teenager suddenly asked: "Happy not happy?"

The man was scared to face no one, and he did not dare to move.

The teenager waved his hand and motioned the guy to get out of the way, then stopped looking at him and went straight to the main position. After sitting in the big case, he shook his sleeves and appeared a simple white jade chair.

The white boy is sitting in a white jade chair.

The **** of the cold food that was occupied by the nest, Bi Gongbi Jing stood under the church.

Juvenile Cui Wei looked out of the gate and lazily said: "In addition to the apocalypse monk who deceives the ancestors, the rest of the unrelated people are not as good as the ants, and the troubles of the water gods are all killed, so that they are good on Huangquan Road. Companion."

The white boy picked up a pot of wine, raised his hand, and shook. "Right, do you want to drink a cup of gold jade liquid and go on the road?"

Someone at the church finally screamed loudly, and some people were scared to the ground, and some people began to run wild.

Juvenile Cui Wei began to pour on his head.

Hold the jug in one hand.

In addition, the hand was clinging to death, and the palm of the hand came and burst into tears.

Once and for all, whipping, they are all on the soul.

The juvenile was allowed to pour the liquor. After all, he still had the water-repellent symbol on his body. The wines rolled down the ground in white clothes, like the lotus leaf leaves that were skewed in the rain.

Juvenile Cui Wei gently throws the jug forward and leans back against the white jade chair. After looking up, his face is a little distorted. He meditates in his heart: "Old man, stinking, old and undead! I am still separated by my soul. Cui Wei, if you have the ability, you will kill me! Who said that human nature is evil? Isn't it you?!"

He reversed his neck, as if he was talking to someone, as he showed up for the first time outside the threshold. "I don't want to kill your enemies. Are you disappointed? You thought I was going to justice for you. I didn't expect me to be more than them." Is it more disappointing to be heinous?"

The white boy does not wait for the soul to give an answer, just wave his sleeves and completely break up his remaining soul.

Since he appeared on the Kushiro Road in the Otsuka border, this road has come, how could it be to accompany a group of children to swim in the mountains.

Killed under the church.

The white boy's painful hand was quietly placed on the abdomen, and the innocent other hand covered his mouth and yawned.

Jiangshan is easy to change, and it is difficult to move.

Chapter end