Sword of Coming Chapter 312

Zhou Fei's fingers pointed out, and the woman's soul condensed at his fingertips into a white snow bead. He was gently put into his sleeve and looked up at the old temple of King Kong Temple. Without the previous talk, he said straightforwardly: “say back The thing about that clothes, I know that it is related to you, and I have come to the temple to find you for this autumn."

But the old man is still unwilling to say good things, his eyes full of cherished meaning, looking out to the lush green forest outside the house. "There is a younger brother in poverty. When I was young, I practiced the Dharma together and said that he is the most unspeakable story." When I saw it, he would inevitably think that there was a Buddha in the world. The world is still like this. Even if he cultivated a Buddha, how can he? Then I left the small temple in my hometown, I don't know the younger brother now... ”

"Is it a Buddha?"

Zhou Fei pressed his heart in anger and shook his head gently. He smiled and said: "In such a small place, you have become a real Buddha, an old monk, you think too much."

The old man shook his head and said: "I just want to know if the younger brother is still alive. For so many years, I miss the rice porridge made by my younger brother."

Zhou Fei is about to stand up. "I will not go around with you, send you a ride, and ask yourself if your younger brother will do porridge underneath."

The old man's face was light and smiled. “There is a Luohan gold body in the palace. If I can help you get Zhou Fei, can you promise me one thing?”

Zhou Fei sat down again and found it interesting. "'我'?"

The old man stretched out his palm and touched his bald head. He said: "I don't want to be a monk. I was thrown at the door of the temple since I was a child. I was taken care of by the master. When I was thinking about it with my younger brother, I always thought about it. I want a comb."

Zhou Fei laughed.

The old man picked up the outside, tidy it up, put it aside, whispered: "Please help her find a way to get out of the way, don't be locked in this 'small place'."

A blue dress with large sleeves fluttered in the corner of the house.

The beautiful people outside the house served Zhou Fei for many years, and they were well-informed, but they were surprised to see this dress in the air.

The dress floated to the old man's side, and the skirt fell slowly on the ground. Finally, it was faintly visible.

After the old man took off, the words were no longer so particular. "Over the years, I have served as the continuation of the lanterns and the scriptures of the Jingang Temple. Day after day, year after year, I have said thousands of scriptures and Dharma. They listened, all kinds of characters, three teachings and nine streams, they just listened to it, the battlefield is still playing, the rivers and lakes are still the same as the old, can not be a monk, pick up the knife to remove the violence, to kill the kill? Take the knife in the knife On the neck, forcing them to be good to Buddha?"

A sleeve of a dress was lifted up and covered over the neckline, posing a smile.

The old man stared at Zhou Fei. "Can you get it?"

Zhou Fei is not eager to give an answer. In front of the Jingang Temple, it is the Buddhist monk in this world. He is good at the list of books, and the words are like a diamond, and he is magnificent.

Zhou Fei sighed. "Businesspeople still have to talk a little bit about integrity. You old monk, if you really don't know the blessings of such recognition, you can leave this place?"

The old man turned his head and looked at the blue dress. He said helplessly: "She is not the same."

Although Zhou Fei is a very early immortal, he does not dare to claim to know all the rules. After all, it is indispensable to have some real secrets of the gods.

Jing Xin Zhai, Jingang Temple, respect the building.

The family members of these three places may not know less than him after a period of catastrophe and accumulation.

The old man smiled. "We can ask this question once, and I will be completely relieved."

Zhou Fei said to himself: "For me, the best situation, of course, is to leave with Zhou Shi. But in case there is an accident, such as this, Zhou Shi is seriously injured, almost no After drowning and fish sneaked into the ranks of ten people, I need to ensure that after leaving, after sixty years, Zhou Shi can have more confidence. Zhou Shi, Yaer, Fan Waner, these people, no matter who they are, Going to a bigger world, as long as someone is willing to take care of them, they will be able to shine."

Having said that, Zhou Fei is hard to conceal his anger. "Lu Yu is a fool, obviously broken, but he has never really broken it. Where can I find him to find him?" I also used the sword to poke me..."

The old man looked up.

Zhou Fei suddenly raised his hand and a letter between his fingers.

Looking down at the contents, Zhou Fei laughed loudly, "Tian Tian helps me too."

He turned his head and looked at the beautiful beauty who had their own forever. Zhou Fei's heart was full of regrets, and his heart was full of regrets. He did not mention the Tong Qingzhong, who did not need extravagance. He only said that compared with the Nanyuan Queen, Zhou Yizhen, Jing Xin Zhai Fan Wan The three men of the Devil and the Devil, the martial arts qualifications in front of them, are still too far away.

Wei Yan, a Nanyuan national prince in a casual dress, walked with the two in the Prince's Palace. One of them was Wei Yan's teacher. The old man was short and thin, but it was a veritable martial artist. .

The other person is the fairy who came out of the martial arts temple, Xinxinzhai, by Fan Guaner, the goddess of the Nanyuan Guojiang Lake.

Wei Yan looks strange and awkward, but more of it is fortunate, but it is only because of the teacher's side, it is not good to show it.

The old man who taught Wei Yan to be a high-level martial artist screamed: "Good guy, I hide under my eyes. I haven't been able to find it for so many years. When I met, I would ask for advice on the true talents of the world." The kind of national teacher is a rare hero in the world. I have always been convinced, but I don't believe in a cook who cooks and cooks. Where can I go!"

The old man is jealous.

Originally, the admiration building was freshly baked with a newest ten people in the world, named after the surname, where they are, martial arts high and low, have a concise description, Ding Ying Yu true meaning, are old faces, but one of them, It is like a sudden emergence, and the hiding place, in the Prince Garden of Nanyuan Guojing City, the identity turned out to be a cook.

There is a tall old man full of smoke, oil and salt. He is busy sneaking, sitting outside the well-organized, spotless kitchen, holding a golden fried soybean, and throwing it into his mouth. The children and grandchildren who brought him out in one hand are busy today's lunch.

The old cook saw the figure of Prince Wei Yan, lamented, wrinkled an old face, and was very clean.

Wei Yan ordered the cooks to scatter the prostitutes, the old cooks did not stop, and the fate was always in the same place.

The old man who was previously imposing, really met the top master. He suddenly lost the arrogance of sin, silently, and stared at the old faint old man.

The old cook has been squinting at Fan Waner, quickly glanced at it and immediately took back his sight. It seemed that he couldn't help it. Looking at it again, Fan Waner was a bit strange.

Wei Yan is a bit guilty, is it difficult to be old or not?

Ten people in the history of the world, in addition to the spring tide palace Zhou Fei and the female identity of Tong Qingqing, in fact, for the beauty of the world, no one will have a heart.

The first sentence of the old cook is very sultry. "Do you know that there are several kinds of people?"

Wei Yan and the skinny monkeys face each other.

Fan Waner knows some insider because he is born in the mirror.

The old cook licked a fried soybean to his mouth. "There is only food left under the sun, and I have never let it go. If I have to take it away, then I will only be a drunkard!"

The old cook no longer sees Fan Waner, throws half of the fried soybeans into his mouth, and clap his hands and stand up. "The immortals are descending, and they are practicing red dust. One is Zhou Fei and Feng Qingbai. I know this early. Come here. The world, what is the reason for it. Therefore, the style of acting is shocking in our eyes, but in their view, it is justified. But this kind of immortal, what is requested, will not be too deep. There is your mirror heart. The founder, Tong Qingqing, seems to be hiding something."

"The second type is Lu Hao. It is late, but it will definitely wake up at a certain bone."

"There is another kind, just my guess. They have fulfilled their wish for the rest of their lives. Therefore, they are always unable to be awake. Hey, after a lifetime, the hometown has become a hometown, and the foreign land has become a hometown. Such people will be special. Often, the skin is very colorful, and the martial arts talent is very high, but in the eyes of outsiders, the achievement is always the highest distance, and every time it is a little worse."

The old cook stared at Fan Waner again. "But sometimes these people will inevitably have the taste of 'unruly'. The so-called 'konjac' and 'ghost upper body' between the market squares, there is a small flaw, just follow This has some relationship. You little girl, have you ever felt strange in the near future?"

Fan Waner hesitated and nodded: "Two times."

The old cook nodded and smiled and said: "Ding Lao Mo is very powerful, there is no one to kill in the world. There is no unforgivable person in the world. It is no worse than the madman of that year, and it is more intelligent. I think this time he will most likely get paid. Yu Zhenyi wants to protect this side of the world. In my opinion, nature is also very powerful. In some people's eyes, the estimated pattern is still a little smaller. Instead, the national teacher who has been pressured by Yu Zhenyi is autumn. In the past few years, I have traveled all over the country, and I have traveled all over the country and the eight winds and barbarians. I can see that the interest rate will be relatively large."

The old cook sighed. "As for me, I said that I have to do more and more mistakes. I don't want to wait for a death. I used to think about tossing it. Later, the more I saw it, the less I felt. In this chaos, Ding Detou and Yu Zhenyi are dead, and they are both staring. This time, as long as it is on the list, no one can escape. I, what is the immortal, is not curious, I just thought that I could live for twenty or thirty years, so I was very satisfied, so..."

The old cook suddenly shot, **** together as a sword, pierced his own key acupoints, suddenly bloody, one fell in Yu Zhenyi, or "Zhu Xianren" Chen Pingan eyes, almost "combined" atmosphere, In an instant, from the world's top masters, all the way down, become a master who is inferior to the skinny monkeys, choose to take the initiative to withdraw from this chaotic situation.

The old cook was pale, but his smile was relieved. He asked the prince Wei Yan: "With such a big Prince, it would be no problem to raise a bad old man for twenty or thirty years. Of course, when I really need my strength, my highness can also Opening."

Wei Yan nodded. "Mr. Just keep quiet in the house, I will never disturb my husband's cleaning."

At the top of Mount Yak, Zhou Yizhen, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain and returned, took a secret letter and smiled and handed it to Yu Zhenyi.

After Yu Zhenyi took over, he read the contents of the letter and frowned and asked: "What happened?"

Zhou Zhenzhen reluctantly said: "It must be from the respect of the building, but definitely not the hand we respect the building."

Yu Zhenyi looked up at the sky.

When standing tall enough, the gods and people watching the mountains and rivers, the world is a star-studded spectacle, but it is difficult to stare at someone carefully.

Yu Zhenyi has a deep understanding of this.

For example, in his eyes, I can see the Ding Lao Mo, Chen Pingan and Lu Wei on the side of Zhuangyuan Lane. The three light spots are particularly dazzling.

Further, for example, there are two points in the Jingang Temple and four points in the Prince's Palace. The brightest point is suddenly dimmed.

This kind of far-sightedness does not need to consume Yu Zhenyi's accumulated aura for many years, but if Yu Zhenyi wants to carefully "see" someone, it will cost a lot.

The house near Zhuangyuan Lane, the Ding Lao Mo, wearing a silver lotus crown, suddenly received a secret letter from the respected building.

At the end, the old man's eyes lit up.

Is there such a good thing?

It's Ding Ying, and I'm a little bit hearted.

He blinked Cao Qing and said: "Little baby, you are a good luck!"

As for the foreigner, it is definitely a sneak peek, or it will not cause such a big pressure.

In the history of Ding Ying's knowledge, there was almost no such a bright and straightforward intervention in every period of the Jiazi period. No one was beaten like this.

Chapter end