Sword of Coming Chapter 189

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There was an old voice behind Yan Xiu. "What do you do to kill them? Isn't it dirty?"

The women who saw the fire show for the first time were a little scared. When they saw the old man showing up, they were relieved. After all, it was a familiar face of the town. How many years passed, every household, no matter how expensive, You all need to deal with the elderly, or to deal with the Yangjiao shop where the old man is located. After all, even if the prince wants to collect people, he must first ask the Yangzhong of the Yangjiapu to promise not to agree, but the money is collected. People are not happy.

Yan Xiu turned to look at the old man and did not speak.

Yang old man smothered the dry smoke, looking at those long tongues, the heart and soul of the poison is not counted, but to say good people, it is really gossip can not beat, Chen Pingan is young and difficult, no parents, almost can not live At the end of the day, there are a lot of neighbours in the neighborhood where the help is done. After all, Chen Ping's mother-in-law is kind and human, and the hearts of the people are long. For example, Gu's mother and the old people who have passed away are often pulled. The children go to eat at home, the food is not good, and the old clothes are sent in the cold, and the seams are supplemented, so that they can help the real life.

It's just the place where the world has a bit of chewing. It's just here. I really helped a lot. I didn't think about collecting the reward afterwards. I saw that the young man's interest was just a little happy. I was willing to talk to my younger generation and say good things. Look, God is open-minded. This is not the son of the young couple. Now all the blessings are on the son.

Even with them, they have some hopes and hopes for life, and they can have such good luck after thinking about themselves.

On the contrary, I didn't have much money to contribute. It's estimated that there's still no need to say anything cool. After the youth in the mud bottle alley, it's really a lion's big mouth, and I've made myself a blessing for the rescue, like the three in front of me. I often go to the Long Lane to eat white, and also drag the family to go with the mouth, the girl Yan Xiu endured, do not want Chen Ping was said to gossip, and do not want to shop business on the books, so I have to come up with my own family Silver, to fill in the hole, the number is not too big, almost a year down, have four or five hundred and two silver.

This money can be left in the poor place of Xinghua Lane in Muping Lane. It is not too small to touch the bottom of the city with a lot of broken silver all the year round.

Yang Laotou looked at one of the women who did not bring her children and said: "Go and talk to your man who is in the county, let him say something to the people behind him. People are watching, disgusting. The human thing should be stopped. Be careful not to have a fart-eye when you have a son. It is a disaster. No one can afford it."

The woman was somewhat guilty. "Yang old man, are you talking about it? How can I not understand."

"I don't understand how to pull it down."

The old man spit out a misty smoke circle. "Then I will say that you can understand it. After going to the shop to take medicine, the money will be doubled. If you encounter a serious illness for the dead, Yang Jiapu's son can't directly go to the three of you. The door, prepare the coffin directly."

The women suddenly lost their anger.

Yang Laotou blinked at a child with a delicate eyebrow and a tough bone. He stood by his mother and shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, give your mother a hundred and two silvers, and give birth to a long life. When you are in the mountains of the west, when you are away from your hometown, think about what I said today."

The old man left, "Xiu Xiu girl, if they still don't roll, then they can really kill them. They are reasonable and reasonable, and no one can pick out the problem. After killing, you don't need to collect the body, just remember to throw out the mud. After the bottle, dirty hands, go to Longxu River to wash."

Yan Xiu's previous impression of Yang's old man was good, but he couldn't talk much about it. He always felt that the cloud was not really cut, so there were some taboos, but now the feelings suddenly increased and he smiled: “The next time I go with Chen Pingan Shop to celebrate the New Year."

Yang Laotou snorted and nodded, no rejection. The old man walked in the lanes, after passing through an old house, many of them were as ruined as Cao's ancestral home. However, in the end, the house of Cao's dead wood and spring was few, many of them were dying and the incense was cut off. A family said no, no more.

When the old man thought of the sultry wife of Li Erjia, and then looked back at the little girl who was reasonable, the old man's mood was somewhat complicated and mixed.

This town, I am afraid that the ignorant woman who is lacking in heart, has the courage and courage to squirt the old man with the mouth, the key is that the old man can't beat her.

The old man was really blocked by the woman, and he couldn't help it. Let Li Er take care of his wife's broken mouth. Li Eryi spent a long time and answered some of the old man's head. **** saying: Master, if you infuriating but, I hit a good meal, remember not the face, or else go home to see his wife, she was to scold you.

If it weren't for the sake of Li Erjia's hoe, Yang Laotou really wanted to slap the woman into a meat.

The three women in the alley did not dare to stay any longer. They took advantage of the happiness and returned to the hometown. They also guilty from the alleys, and each blamed each other for raising, swearing and pushing.

The child who was thrown out by Yang Laotou alone, when the mother kissed the person, always looked calm, and the child turned to look at the narrow and deep lane, only to feel the head empty, can not say the reason, like Lost something very important, such as the woman cooking less salt, the coward went up the mountain and lost the hatchet.

After the women left behind, they found the two painted gods of Chen Ping's family, and somehow lost the true spirit.

This is very strange. Even if it is a general paper door **** sold in the market, as long as the painted **** does not disappear in the long river, the golden body is still there, the incense still exists, then there will be a little aura, but this is a quick aura. It will be dispersed by the wind and rain, and it will not be able to withstand too many evil spirits. Therefore, it is necessary to replace the new door **** every new year, not just the new year Jiaqing adds joy.

However, in the eyes of Yan Xiu, these two paintings of the gods of the door gods are the founders of the two kingdoms of the Daxie dynasty Yuan and Cao. Nowadays, they are prosperous and prosperous in Daxie. The true spirit disappeared, and Yan Xiu frowned and walked forward, and stretched out his palms and gently wiped it on the rough colored paper. The paper soon ran golden and swayed, but the naked eye could not be seen.

The Tsing Yi girl left this with satisfaction. As for the door-to-door scene of the Song Dynasty's courtyard, she did not even look at it.

She walked all the way to the alley of Liu Yuyang's house, whistled a whistle, and soon a dog walked out happily, spinning around the girl, she smiled and dropped a fragrant red red pill, the old dog quickly Eat a stomach, followed by a ponytail girl, the footsteps are light and silent, gently shaking the tail.

One person has to go to the sky.

If it is said that people are more popular than people, if there is a practicing person to see this scene, it is more than a dog, can be mad.

I couldn't see the person I wanted to see. Yan Xiu's original feeling of loss was beginning to rejoice.

Look, he has to take care of himself, whether it is the cage chicken or the dog, she is taking good care of it.

The girl in Tsing Yi walks on the cyan road of blue, and the ponytail that is sturdy in the blue and green is so high that the scenery is good here.

After sending Chen Pinghai back to Luoshan Mountain, Wei Wei disappeared, but did not return to the Mount Pyayun, but went directly to the top of the Luoshan Mountain. In the line of sight, it was an imposing mountain temple with a grand square. Shaped like a white jade, such as fine iron, the extravagant stone paving, the temple has been plasticized, but has not officially accepted the people's incense.

Wei Wei's big sleeves flowed in the water, and he walked forward. A foreign employee of the servant's servant, Lang Lang, after hearing the news, quickly came over and said hello. Wei Wei looked at the big-tired official who was full of tired face and frostbite. While walking, while communicating with the officials and the cheerful progress of the project, it is inevitable that the heart of the Song Dynasty can rise from the small country of the Lushi dynasty to the north. It is definitely not based on the illusory fortune.

When he was not in the mountain temple, he stayed outside the threshold. After Wei Wei crossed the threshold alone, the officials immediately stepped away and continued to personally stare at the construction matters.

Dagu officialdom, two sleeves breeze, happy and happy like a fairy, this is a ritual official who describes the noble and transcendental.

Large pieces of meat, quick knife killing, iron riding broke through the territory to expand the soil, which is said to the Ministry of War.

Eat the soil to eat gray and drink the northwest wind, this is the Ministry of Industry officials.

However, as a member of the real power of the foreigner, and from the family of the great family, so conscientious, it is still unimaginable scenes of the other dynasties.

Wei Wei gently waved his sleeves and closed the door. There was a fragrant fragrance of good wood in the temple.

The towering mountain gods enshrined in the main hall, the head of the item is made of pure gold, quite strange.

A man of Confucian style appeared in a golden body, floating out of the statue, and above his neck, a face showed a pale gold color, just not as sharp and conspicuous as the statue.

The mountain **** is the Song dynasty chapter.

It was the former Longquan kiln supervising official who lived in the town for more than 20 years. The mud bottle alleys were collected by the young Song. They were once mistaken for his illegitimate son, the bridge that hangs the wind and water. It is Song Yuzhang personally supervised. In the end, Song Yuzhang left this place and returned to Beijing to take up his post. During his return to Longquan Township, he was sent to the neck by the big slut, and his head was hidden in the shackles. Killing people, killing and killing, but nothing else.

Song Yuzhang knows too much about the inside story of the Song of the Song Dynasty. He actually knew that he must die at the beginning. Even on the way back to Beijing, the eunuch, who was worthy of the word, was on the way. Preparation, loyalty, and generosity to death are just that.

Therefore, Wang Yizhen, who was sent to kill the murderous man by the singer, was the general of the dying country of Lushi, and he would say it from the heart of the sentence.

The original reader also had a good head.

As a **** of the mountains, Song Yuzhang sang the future of the North God, and "the little **** sees the great god."

Wei Wei was dumbfounded, moved sideways and waved: "Mr. Song does not need this."

Song Yuzhang followed the direction of the transfer of worship, "the rules are so, no exception."

Wei Wei had only completely received this ceremony, but he said: "Your scholars are stupid enough to be the same after death."

Song Yuzhang straightened up and smiled calmly.

Wei Xiaoxiao asked: "Is there a person who talked to you about the role of the mountain god?"

Song Yuzhang ridiculed himself: "They didn't dare to say anything more. After the completion of the ceremonial ceremony, they left the mountain early. They didn't regard me as a mountain god, but they regarded me as a god. Or there is Laobei Yuezheng God to confuse the little god. ”

Wei Wei nodded and let Song Yuzhang stand beside him, swaying his sleeves, and the mountains and rivers in the hall rise and rise, and they are filled everywhere.

On the ground, there was soon a whole picture of the land boundary of the Luoshan Mountain. The landscape was not separated. Although a mountain god, the rule was only a mountain, but the river that originated in the mountain or the river passing by the foot of the mountain, the mountain gods have a degree of not The jurisdiction of one, the world's rivers and gods, especially the lower ranks of He Bohepo, are often not as good as the mountains and the gods, the former often need to actively draw the relationship to the latter, the root is here.

Wei Wei pointed to the mountain temple on the ground, "The ugly words are in front, our landscape gods, in fact, not very interesting, is to enjoy lying on the credit book, eat incense, do not need to repair the power, no need to repair, a A little bit of accumulation of yin and yin will help the court to maintain a mountain of water and gas. Compared with the previous decade, the natural disasters and man-made disasters in the jurisdiction are more or less, and the population is increasing or decreasing. Is it the first few people? Whether there is a monk relocation and rooting here, if there is some kind of auspicious sign, it is naturally better. This is the merit of the gods, the official achievements of the official."

Song Yuzhang was an official. Wei Wei said the gods in the official scene. Song Yuzhang soon realized it and understood it well.

Wei Wei smiled and said: "In short, all the merits and demerits are clearly recorded in the account of the imperial court. It is clear at a glance. Don't think that when you become a mountain god, you only need to deal with me. In fact, you really need to pay attention to the object, or Daxie court. Longquan County has a total of three mountain temples. I occupy the mountain hall of the Phiyun Mountain. You are in the Luoshan Mountain, and there is a building in the north. This is rare in other places. It belongs to the porridge. In the future, you will have a headache, because you need to compete for the charity of good men and women. Of course, you can't compete with me..."

Song Yuzhang jokes and laughs: "Where can I dare, this is called the following crime. Before I lived, I can tell myself that I am afraid of a fart. I can't do it without resignation. The biggest big deal is not a big death, but it can't be done now. It is hard to die. ”

Speaking of this, Song Yuzhang once again pleaded guilty, with a smile in his speech. "Mountain gods have come to Liaoyu Mountain many times, and the little gods have no good intentions to show up. It is really fearful. It should be that the little **** took the initiative to visit the Yunyun Mountain. ""

It's a low-level official who has been rooted in the town for so many years, and likes to be personally involved. He stays in the more than 30 dragon kiln all the year round. The official atmosphere of Song Yuzhang has long been polished, let alone the gag, that is, the jealousy. I know a lot.

Wei Wei said helplessly: "Well, Mr. Song immediately merged into another officialdom from an officialdom, and his understanding is very high."

Song Xiaozhang asked: "The one in the north?"

A mountain can't accommodate two tigers, and the Buddha has to fight for a fragrant incense, let alone the landscape gods who rely on the incense to survive.

Among them, the twists and turns, the fly camp shit, no less than the secular officialdom.

Wei Wei thought for a moment and whispered: "It's not good, it's a great military commander who was a martial artist, and his temper is very stinky. But the two people in the Wusheng Temple of Wenchangge have heard that the relationship is very good."

Song Yuzhang joked: "It is impossible to be an official, not to worship the door, to enter the wrong temple, burn the incense and burn it wrong, it will suffer."

Wei Wei laughed and gave a thumbs up. "This is what makes me defy."

Wei Wei extended his finger and gently lifted it. The falling hills in the mist of the mountains and rivers were getting higher and higher, and finally there was a picture of a little bit of a scene.

On the surface of the stream, someone straightened a rope with two ends tied to two trees. A small bottle was hung on the rope after opening the stopper.

Under a tree on the shore, there is a girl in a pink skirt who will gently jump from time to time, shake the rope, and the bottle on the river will sway.

Wei Wei explained: "This is a good-looking beam bottle. They can accommodate many wonderful sounds in the world. Here, the bottle needs someone to gently shake the rope to help the small bottle absorb the sound of the water. If this is not the case, it will take a lot of time to fill the sound."

Song Yuzhang asked: "Is it the bottle of the mountain owner Chen Ping?"

Wei Wei nodded: "Yes. What is your impression of Chen Ping?"

Song Yuzhang did not hesitate: "Because of the Song salary... Because of the relationship of His Royal Highness, I am very clear about the growth of Chen Pingan, so I am very impressed and can become a mountain **** in Luoshan, I feel very good."

Wei Wei suddenly turned his head and stared at the mountain **** who was under the jurisdiction. For the first time, Song Yuzhang was called Song Daren, and then smiled and said: "Don't tell me, I didn't think of a situation. I want you to monitor Chen Pingan. Maybe one day you will be asked to make an embarrassing thing against your conscience."

Song Yuzhang said with a smile: "Of course, there is speculation. I have spent so much effort on this. In order to build the bridge, how many big brothers and sisters have died. I must have known you, so now Chen Ping is not very good. When the fortune is in the head, how can I be completely unprepared for accidents?"

I am awkward!

He was proud of this during his lifetime and still did not change after his death. Probably this is called death without repentance?

Wei Wei was silent for a long time, and gathered those fogs back into the big sleeves. For example, the tired birds returned to Lin, and they were able to let Song Yuzhang feel their cheerful atmosphere.

Wei Wei smiled. "Okay, then I know."

Wei Wei disappeared in this form.

Song Yuzhang stayed alone in the temple of the mountain, sighing, he really is not suitable for the official, everywhere rough, all after death.

Wei Wei, the white fairy, took the juvenile Chen Ping's parade around, and the meaning of the words, who is not clear?

Of course, Song Yuzhang knows that the statue in the head of the mountain temple in the north is as clear as it is clear that all the Xianjia forces that bought the hills are not living fine, but they are well aware.

Wei Wei deliberately took the juvenile to walk on the hills, undoubtedly revealing a fact in straightforwardness.

Chen Pingan is covered by Wei Wei. You, these foreigners, no matter what you come to, just want to discuss a bowl of rice on my site, you have to measure the weight of a new North Yuezheng. Because he is not an ordinary mountain god, the future is very likely to be north of Guanhu Academy, half of Baojuan, the power, the site, and the most powerful one. none of them!

On the third day of the third day of the year, some people began to travel to the mountains and rivers.

In the mountains to the west of the town, a young Confucian young man with a boy-like boy, each holding a bamboo pole, waded across the water and headed for the lonely mountain.

The scholar carries a box of books.

The boy and the boy are beautiful, not losing beauty, no flaws.

The man he followed was a native of the town. Now he is a teaching assistant in the school of Chen's school in Longwei County. His reputation is very small, far less than the famous Confucian scholars who are well-known in the Quartet. The title, but the children who love school, but they like him the most, like to listen to him telling the wonderful and strange things, such as those who like the scholars. This is especially true for young people, who will not hesitate to stalk and let him promise to be his own gentleman.

The young man was born to be curious, and lived alone in the town of Yuan's ancestral home. At this time, he asked: "Mr., the Taoist saint has words, my life is also boundless, and the knowledge is boundless. With the horizon, there is no end, 殆矣How can this be good?"

The Confucian man was thinking about things and did not reply for a while.

The teenager has long been familiar with the gentleman's journey, and continues to ask himself: "The saint said, "If the day is between the world, if it is too long, it will be. It is clear that it is the former, how is it?"

The man finally returned to God and smiled and said: "So to practice, every time you cross a threshold, you will be able to live longer for ten years and you will be able to read more books."

The juvenile still feels that there is no complete solution. "But we can admire the practice of Confucianism, and read more for the WTO. In order to make this world better, it is never like a Taoist, only to pursue personal birth and testimony. How is this? Is that good?"

"Not honest and dishonest, can't move."

The man smiled and said eight words, standing in the same place, looking around, the mountains and the waters, and then said eight words, "down-to-earth, naturally."

When the teenager heard the words "naturally", he naturally thought of the Taoist who was so prosperous in Dongbao Pingzhou. He sighed. "I saw it in a book, saying that the world is in trouble, and Taoism goes down to the world to save people. Buddhism Killing the wooden fish behind the door. Governing the world, the Taoist went up the mountain and repaired it cleanly, and the Buddha opened the door to collect the money. Sir, it sounds really good to say that the Taoist monk is not good. It is no wonder that they don't eat incense in our country, and the Dharma is not good."

The man shook his head and smiled: "This is just a resentful and extreme statement of some readers. It is not entirely unreasonable. It is just that the reason is less. It is better to be partial, but not beautiful. It is better not to say. The three religions can teach, of course There are all kinds of great things, and the Taoist system of the three religions is very complicated. There are many branches and leaves, and when you want to recognize the purpose of the three religions, you must trace the source and evaluate the two. Otherwise, if you know the fur, you will open your mouth and see one or a few bad priests and bad monks. It will kill all the sticks. This is very bad."

The Confucian man looked to the top of a mountain in the distance. "There are three debates in the three religions. There will be three people who elaborate on the fundamentals of the establishment of the religion. The truth of the tripartite is far-reaching and fascinating, so others can't imagine it, so it is the most dangerous."

Juvenile doubts, "Mr., three people speak each other, how is it dangerous?"

The man took his eyes from a height and looked straight into the distance. He smiled and said: "Since it is a debate, in addition to knowing the length of your teachings, you need to understand the strengths and weaknesses of others before you can successfully convince the other two and recognize your own truth. As soon as there is someone who is studying other languages, or suddenly wakes up, or is a leader, the debate has not yet begun, and it has just changed the door and embarked on a different road."

The juvenile-looking teenager is ignorant and confused.

The man smiled and said: "Don't think so much, walk forward."

The teenager nodded hard.

His name is Cui, the name is taken by himself. He lives in the town of Yuanjiazu, but he is not a Yuan family.

The Confucian scholar who walked in front of him was Li Xisheng. In addition to holding a bamboo pole that is easy to walk on the mountain road, there are two wooden pieces of peaches hanging together at the waist, which are simple and elegant.

Hanging around his waist, it's a good fit.

Cui Xi couldn't help but ask another question, "Sir, why are we going into the mountains?"

Li Xisheng replied: "Because I think there is something, some people are doing something wrong. Since it is wrong, you can't make a mistake again. I need to do something I can."

Cui gave a smile and said: "Mr. is always right!"

Li Xisheng shook his head: "The precious truths in the book that have been passed down for a long time, no matter which one is taught, should not fall in the air."

The teenager is hesitant.

Li Xisheng said: "You can still ask the last question today."

The young boy said: "I saw in another man's pen, there are nine male town buildings under the sun. Why is the last one, the name of the name is different?"

Li Xisheng thought for a moment. "You mean the Xiongzhen Building named 'Zhen Baize'? Because Bai Ze is a... guy's name, if the name is Zhenbailou, Zhenzelou, it is not suitable. ”

The teenager scratched his lungs and bitterly, and wanted to ask another question, but he did not dare to ask.

Li Xisheng can not help but say: "I will ask again. Today's weather is very good, the scenery is beautiful, you can ask a few more."

The young man is happy and happy, and he jumps around the gentleman. "Is the Bai Ze, who is suppressed by the Xiongzhen Building, is it related to the Bai Zetu, who has almost one person in the training?"

Li Xisheng nodded: "There is the same name."

The young man said: "Master, there must be a lot of learning in this?"

Li Xisheng raised his head in a quiet manner, apologized to a position, and then yelled at the teenager: "The Confucian sages warn us that we are elders, not only the saints in the Temple of Literature, but also the saints of the three schools. Applicable. So in the future, you will walk alone in the mountains and lakes, don't scream out his name."

The young man wondered: "Bai Ze?"

Li Xisheng smiled and hit his head. "What do you say?!"

The teenager laughed and didn't care.

The two continued to wading through the mountains and went to the lonely mountain.

On the shore of the West Sea in Dongbao County, there was a man standing on the edge of the cliff. His mind was slightly moving and he turned his head to look east. He frowned.

Standing next to him was a palace-dressed woman wearing a curtain. It was the fox charm that fell on the cliff at the snowy night.

She cautiously asked: "Is there a saint in Baojuan who is not loyal to the master? Do you need a slave to learn the lesson?"

The man took back his gaze and said indifferently: "It's just a big six-level martial artist. A good 'the world is not chaotic bottles first.'

The woman was stunned and closed her mouth. In her heart, she quickly warned herself to say less.

Wei Wei found Chen Ping in the bamboo building. He was on the open ground and practiced the sword stove in the sunset.

The girls in Tsing Yi and the girls in the pink skirts are sitting on the bamboo chairs and eating the broken mouths.

Wei Wei came to Chen Ping's side and stood still. He didn't bother to disturb until Chen Ping's collection of the sword furnace pile. Wei Wei turned and asked the girl in the pink dress to help move two bamboo chairs, saying that she had to tell her family about her seriousness.

Not waiting for the girl in the pink skirt, Tsing Yi's child has already had a chair in the dog's leg, flew away, and after putting down the bamboo chair, he did not forget to bend over his buttocks and wipe the seat with his sleeve.

He returned to the girl in the pink skirt and found her disgusted eyes. Tsing Yi's child was confident and confident: "What do you know, this is what the husband can bend and stretch!"

Wei Wei and Chen Pingan sat side by side on the bamboo chair and took the lead: "Don't blame me for stealing the scene of the bamboo building. You were struggling with the sword embryo, and the situation is far beyond your imagination. It's easy to get away with it, but to be on the spot.”

Chen Ping nodded and untied the caution.

Wei Wei slowly said: "There are two things in the sword repair, practicing swords and refining swords. The swordsmanship is practiced, and the practice is practiced. The sword is itself and the sword is the sword. It is the exercise."

Wei Wei succinctly and briefly opened the Ming Dynasty and briefly paused. It shows that he attaches importance to today's speech. "Because of your sword embryo, I can't see the depth of the product rank. It is not good to assert assertions, but some common principles. I can simply say, for example, grinding a real flying sword, or tempering and warming up a life-sword flying sword, the amount of treasures that need to be consumed, countless. So I took you to a variety of hills, is If you want to understand one thing, the practice on the mountain is to eat the Jinshan Yinshan. The rich people under the mountain, the wealthy side, wealth can be described as spent in a few lifetimes, but in the mountains, no one has this life. The money that can't be spent, maybe... the three ancestors can be exceptional?"

The girls in the pink skirt behind are sitting in danger and listening to their ears.

She has no relationship with her as a fire, but she has a great relationship with her grandfather. How can she not listen to her heart? If the grandfather hears it, she can help it later.

Tsing Yi children listened to boredom and turned their eyes.

Of course, Chen Pingan listened very carefully to Wei Wei and said that if Wei Wei did not say it today, he would soon go down to the mountain to ask for a show.

Wei Wei's hands are caged in the sleeves. This is similar to Juvenile Cui Wei. He slowly said: "Is there a qualification for Jian Xiu, the first threshold for practicing Qi Shi, becoming a sword repair, and whether there is money to practice flying. The sword is the second threshold, and this threshold is not low. The toughness of a sword depends on the density of the sword, so it is necessary to cast a swordsman, and then the sharpness of the sword, which needs constant Hey, this is the reason why the dragon cliffs are so valuable, so that the saints are not afraid to monopolize themselves. They must draw together the Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain to prevent others from being jealous."

Chen Pingan felt in his heart that the original saint had a helpless thing.

Wei Wei followed his fingers to the back, a mountain at a great distance. There was a huge dragon station there. "As long as it is a weapon of the gods, the requirements for the grinding stone will be extremely high. This is why the dragon is worthless." There is no market for price, odd goods can live, because as long as you stay in your hands, how are you earning. Unless you have no choice but to save money, someone will be willing to let go. If it is in Baojizhai, release a message saying that there is a palm-sized dragon. Taiwan has to sell, I estimate that the whole Niujiaoshan is a crowded scene."

Speaking of this, Wei Wei extended his finger and clicked on the boy. "Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan, your snake gallstones when the cabbage is handed, why is it worthwhile, it is the three-point poison of the world, the ordinary medicine is re-spirited, and the appearance is again High, it will have a certain impact on its own gas, it is extremely difficult to eradicate, at first it can suppress and accumulate in some remote gas house in the body, but as the training of the practicing gas is higher, the dirt will be more Obviously, under the inside-view magical power, that point will become bigger and bigger, and it will hinder the avenue. The ten-day temperament can be called the saint by the world, but why are they incapable? Like to be a pharaoh? Of course not, but they are trying to get rid of the stains bit by bit."

Tsing Yi's children were a little scared. They sat down straight at the waist and did not move. They dared not hang around and look around.

The girl in the pink dress is a bit embarrassed. In fact, she always thinks about the third sophomore gallstone, which is to help the master save it, she will not eat it.

Wei Weizheng said: "I will tell you some secrets next time. Even if I want to know those, I will pay no small price. Chen Ping, I hope you don't just say it."

Chen Ping nodded and said: "You can rest assured that now, apart from the girl and Li, I have no good people in the town."

Wei Wei continued to say: "Hang up the mountain, have you heard of it?"

Chen Ping's face changed, he did not speak, and he did not nod his head.

Wei Wei thought that the man of the fight had said that it was not surprising. "The overhanging mountain, the one of the three disciples under the ancestral seat, can be said to be the largest mountain print in the world. It is blessed by the martial law. It is indestructible. This place is the junction of Haoran and the wild, and it is the first danger. It may be the last one."

Chen Ping asked: "Why is the last one?"

Wei Wei smiled bitterly: "Once the flood breaks the bank, how do you stop behind?"

Wei Wei looked up and leaned back against the back of the chair. He said: "So it is not only the Beizhou Luzhou, which is rich in sword repair, but also the immortals who passed the Baoguanzhou last time. In your town, it also lowered the height of the sword and briefly exposed it. The rest of the world's sword repairs, this time have been called to go down the mountain, to go through the hanging mountain, to a place called Jianqi Great Wall, to resist another world of the demon invasion."

"Every time the Yaozu is in chaos and picks up the war, they will call to go down the mountain and cross the mountain into the city. On the high wall, swearing between life and death."

"Swords Great Wall, where the most famous swordsmen under the sun are gathered, the most numerous swordsmen are doing the most dangerous feats under the sun, but do you know what is missing most?"

Wei Wei turned to look at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan can only shake his head.

Wei Wei gave the answer, "The lack of sword!"

"Because the wars there are too frequent and too fierce, many peerless soldiers who have been carried by the outside swords are qualified to be among the swords in the forefront of the swords of the continent. The swords are broken, the swords are broken, and the swords are fallen. There are countless deaths and injuries. So the home-grown swordsmanship has a good sword and it is very difficult."

"In addition to the demon family, there are also a considerable number of sword repairs. I like to collect and search for the wreckage of the famous swords. One to two, the swords and the Great Wall resist the swordsmanship of the Yaozu, and they need a lot of swords. They even need to constantly buy the swords and the outside world through the overhanging mountains. Ask for a sword. Hang up the merchants who are hanging out of the mountains, sit on the ground and wait for the price, and countless people will become rich."

Chen Ping's words are stopped.

Wei Wei seems to know Chen Ping's thoughts. He smiled and said: "Do you think that everyone is you? A bad person, send baby at hand? After you have finished worrying, people are not heavy, do you want to help?"

Tsing Yi's face was stunned and pinched his nose. Do you think that you should find it with conscience? Is it really better for Chen Ping in the future?

Chen Pingan silently.

"Chen Pingan, I don't care about these confession words. To be honest, I really admire you."

Wei Wei apologized a long breath, like a long time in the stomach, not vomiting, then turned his eyes into sharp, sneer: "The big demon in the world, only what I know now. The news, there are three famous swordsmen who have been famous for a long time. The strength of the battle is high and the killing power is unimaginable. Now, after so many years, the number is more or less, and I don't know.

Wei Wei slaps his head. "I almost forgot to say. As for why the Yaozu is tirelessly attacking the Great Wall, it is very simple. The living environment is too bad. The aura is not good for practice. They are physically strong and good at killing. Like a huge oyster farm, the strong occupies the vast majority of the hilly land, spiritual resources and many sons. And our vast world is a big fat, not at the mouth, but can see, the bowl is broken It's cold and cold, how can you not be coveted in other people's bowls?”

Wei Wei's face gradually returned to calm. “In fact, it's right or wrong, one for self-survival and expansion, and for the children and grandchildren to live more moist. One is to guard the home and swear to defend the border. If you change into a bystander position The third party, looking at this matter, may not have such a strong distinction between good and evil. These insiders, after entering the Phiyun Mountain, I promised to become a mountain god, which is a big covenant with Daxu Song. Only then can you know this. The next few things, you can only listen to the book and the story, don't care too much."

"It is said that there was a terrible battle before, and a dozen big demon squadrons came to the Jianqi Great Wall, and had a deliberation with the Terran monks, and hoped to exchange for a piece of land in the Dongbao Pingzhou near the hanging mountain as a condition of armistice. It's just that we certainly won't agree, and we'll get the inch, and the children know it.”

"After that war, there was a gambling war, thirteen to thirteen. In fact, not long ago, a few years ago. The Yaozu and Jianqi Great Wall each sent thirteen, seven wins and six losses. If the demon family wins, they can not be sent to the sword and occupy the Great Wall. If we win, we can get all the swords of the demon world!"

Having said that, Wei Wei couldn't help but stand up, "Hello! Why don't we dare to play these 13 stands!"

"do you know?!"

Wei Wei's temperament stretched out his fingers and pointed to the south. “It's just the order of the battles between the two camps. We've been racking our brains in the world, and we're all known as the Middle-earth of the Yin and Yang's home. At the cost, we can roughly calculate the order of the demon masters!"

"This scene has never been seen before, and the two sides have eliminated the top three most powerful masters, so as not to forget each other, the two world's borders are pierced, and the two worlds are not chaotic. Stable, not worth the candle. In this way, this fair showdown has no meaning."

However, the Jianqi Great Wall side, the previous seven games, except the first game, has won six games, and in the great situation of winning the game, the eighth game, lost. And the woman sword fairy became the first person to be beaten on the battlefield by the demon. After that, the defeat of the army was like a mountain, and it has been lost to the twelfth game. On that occasion, the Jianqi Great Wall believes that it will win, because the big sword fairy is recognized for its outstanding strength and has experienced many battles. No loss! ”

"But he still lost and became the second sword to die."

"After that, we are desperate in the world, because everyone feels that they must be defeated. It is not the sword that the last sword of the Great Wall is not strong enough. On the contrary, he is powerful and powerful enough to make people feel invincible. But the last one of the Yaozu,

It is the strongest person who has been recognized as the top three in the world for thousands of years. It is just that it has just died and died before it was closed for thousands of years. So it is not among the top three excluded. So, the Yin and Yang family The life, thousands of calculations, have not been able to count this. Obviously, the Yaozu is destined to pay a small price to cover this opportunity. ”

"The demon is the sword repair! The sword of the thirteenth peak!"

"In history, the Yaozu has battled the city many times. It has repeatedly killed the city and the last one has withdrawn from the city."

The girl in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink dress behind have already heard the face white.

Even Chen Ping, who is determined to be far more than ordinary people, is clenched with both fists and replayed on his knees, sweating and not knowing.

Wei Wei laughed without any warning, strode forward, and his sleeves swayed sharply. He turned his finger to the far south, turned his head and raised his fist with one hand. "But we won."

"The man who slaughtered the sword and repaired the demon, everyone called him Aliang! Everyone does not know where he came from, where he is going. Only know that he is in the Great Wall of the Sword, the most demon!" ”

Wei Wei is extremely slick, shaking his arm and whispering to the heavens and the earth: "He is called Aliang!"

Chen Pingan slowly turned his head and looked at the small bamboo building that was personally named by a certain guy.

The tears of the stubborn boy suddenly flowed down.

Remember to meet for the first time.

There is a middle-aged man wearing a fight, holding a knife and a knife, laughing and introducing himself to the teenager.

My name is Aliang and I am kind.

I am a swordsman.

Chapter end