Sword of Coming Chapter 522

The Jingnan River is densely covered, and the two rides are still staying up late.

It's just a matter of how to go from Jingnan to Beiyan, some troubles, because a series of wars have been launched on the border between the two countries. It was initiated by Beiyan, and many people took hundreds of rides between a thousand rides and a big ride. The harassment of the harassment, and the southern part of the Jingnan country, there is almost no tactical cavalry, and it can be killed with the wild, so it can only retreat to the city. Therefore, the borders between the two countries have been banned. Under such circumstances, any Wufu tour will become a target.

However, the two riders decided to pick the border mountain road.

In connection with the infiltration of the former Wuling Kingdom scouts to Jingnan, Yu Jingcheng seems to have realized.

In the evening, they rode up the hillside and saw a village built along the water.

When Yu Jingcheng thought that the predecessors would look away for a moment and then detoured, the ride had already sprinted downhill and went straight to the village. The scene was smashed and the horse was caught up.

After entering the village, it is like a scene of human purgatory. Everywhere is a corpse that has been murdered. Most of the women are undressed. Many of the young men's limbs are shot and speared out of a **** hole, and they die too much. Struggling to climb, bring out the blood of the road, and many broken limbs cut out by the sharp edge, many children are particularly miserable.

Yan Jingcheng turned over and began to lie on the ground to retching.

Chen Ping closed his eyes and listened to his ears. After a while, "There was no living."

Yan Jingcheng did not listen to it at all, only felt that his bile had to spit it out.

Chen Pingan squatted down and picked up the blood-stained soil. After gently kneading, he threw it on the ground, stood up, looked around, then leaped to the ridge, looked at the footsteps and horseshoe traces around him, his eyes continued to drift away, and finally fell on After the ground, Chen Pingan took off the sword and handed it to Yu Jingcheng, and then handed the horse to the Jing Jingcheng. "We keep up and catch up. You remember to protect yourself. You stay here alone, may not be stable. Try to Keep up with me, when the horse is not working well, just change horse riding."

Chen Pingan swept away.

Yan Jingcheng turned over the horse, forced to stun, and ran wildly.

Fortunately, the green shirt did not deliberately pursue the pursuit, still taking care of the foot of the Jing Jingcheng mount.

About half an hour later, he heard the hooves on the shallow water beach.

The predecessor kept on going. "I have already caught up. I don't have to worry about hurting the horse. Just keep up with me. It's best not to open two hundred steps. But be careful, no one knows what will happen."

Yan Jing Cheng jumped on the horse's back of another horse, and the waist was hung with the swordsman who was temporarily placed on her side.

Bianjun Jingqi has iron law for washing horse nose and feeding grass.

In the middle of the half-way valley, the light ride should have a stay, just not leaving for a long time.

The rider on the tail of the Qingqi just turned his head and saw the glimpse of the flying Sweatshirt and the unseen face. He then slammed the scorpion and screamed: "The warriors attacked!"

A green shirt, such as blue smoke, is just around the corner. The well-trained dozens of fine horses have just turned to the horse's head, and they are about to pull the bow. The two riding waist-type war knives don't know why they pulled out the sheath. In the meantime, two The head flew high and two headless bodies fell on the horse's back.

The green shirt no longer landed, just bent over the bow, and repeatedly moved over the horse, holding the knife.

A few blinks of effort, there are twenty rides to be slashed and killed, all are a knife, or cut off the waist, or head to the line to open.

The northern Yan nationality began to spread quickly, and they abandoned the bow and changed the knife. Some people began to remove the armor from the nail bag and draped it.

There was a general-looking rigorous rider, who took a long-handed squat and rushed to the green shirt. The latter was a knife-knife, and he gently poked the neck of the rider and just received the knife. After borrowing the momentum, I have to sneak up and go to kill one behind me. Changchun just counted the other side.

Yan Jingcheng just wanted to shout, but he stopped talking quickly.

The next moment, Yan Jingcheng saw that the green shirt did not know how to do it. In the air sideways, the road went straight and slammed into the long squat, letting the slasher stab his heart and then swept forward. The ride will be angry, even if the palms are already **** and fuzzy, still do not want to let go, but the long scorpion still slid from the palm of the hand, under the intense friction, the palm of the hand will be visible, the ride will not know, and finally to abandon this The long shackles of the ancestors, but between them, the green shirt has been bent over and stood on the horse's head. The next moment, a knife pierces his neck and instantly pierces.

The man suddenly got up, and the long-handed knife in his right hand wore the neck of the rider. Not only that, but the hand of the knife was lifted high and the rider was taken away from the horse.

Above the war horse, that in the hands of the green shirt, the North Yan country side riding system knife, almost all have pierced the neck, revealing a large snowy edge, because the knife is too fast, it is almost without a trace of blood. To the point.

Chen Pingan suddenly took the knife and rode the body off the horse's back and kneeled on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, the North Yanguo cavalry launched a round of bow shooting.

Chen Pingan's double-handed knife, the green shirt shocked, all the arrows burst into the air.

The horse at the foot suddenly broke his leg, and the green shirt was almost invisible. Only two wipes were lit everywhere, just like the village fire, messy and disorderly, but there were dead people everywhere.

Two hundred rides in the north Yan elite, two hundred incomplete bodies.

Chen Pingan stood on the horse's back of a horse. He threw two long knives in his hand on the ground and looked around. "Follow us all the way, it's hard to find such an opportunity, not showing up?"

On the surface of the water, but in the stream of the knees, there was a head, covered with a white mask, and there was a black robe standing there. The smiling voice oozes from the edge of the mask. "Good knife." ”

At the same time, several black and white masked assassins fell on the cliffs.

There is a woman with a graceful face, holding a gouache box, licking orchids, and applying grease on her white neck.

One person is hiding in his sleeves with his hands.

There was a cockroach who was riding the body around him and his fingers against the eyebrows of the head.

There is a burly figure, like a hill, carrying a giant bow.

The only man in black robes standing on the water smiled: "Starting to earn money, quick-fixing, you must delay the Jianxian to take Huangquan Road."

The assassin who applied grease to his neck, said with a sigh of relief: "Know it."

She put away the gouache box in her sleeves, her hands shook her sleeves, and painted two brilliant knives, engraved with dense and quaint patterns.

When she slowly rushed forward, there were two identical women on the left and right sides, and then two more out of thin air, seemingly endless.

More than a hundred women with short knives were overwhelming and flocked to the young man from all directions.

However, there was only one, who left the battlefield, took some water, constantly changed the trajectory, and rushed to the Jing Jingcheng who was sitting on the horse's back, but was smothered by a sword in the sword, piercing the head, and slamming, the woman's body became a group. Cyan smoke.

That real battlefield.

A woman was shattered into a blue smoke.

But every woman, every short knife is sharp and incomparable. It is not a false obstacle. Not only that, but the woman is like a hidden weapon, which is hard to prevent.

If the person is a vulgar gold-faced Wufu, the ordinary six-dimensional Wufu, just her hand, I am afraid that she has died dozens of times.

This is the case with the fairy tales, even if she is only a monk who observes the sea, but wins by volume and restrains Wufu.

There is nothing strange about the world, and there is no absolute thing.

A green shirt suddenly disappeared and came to the front of a woman on the edge of the battlefield, punching through the heart.

All the women suddenly stopped squatting, and she smiled sadly: "Why do you know that I am the real body, and that the fat powder box is not in my sleeve..."

Chen Pingan frowned.

The next moment, the woman smiled and turned into a blue smoke. All the women were also like this. In the end, the green smoke gathered in one place, and the smoke rolled out, and she walked out of a woman. After she took it, she smashed it. Hey, he smiled and said: "You are looking for the right one. Unfortunately, as long as there is no way to kill all of them in one breath, I will not die. Are you angry with Jianxian?"

The woman's hand was negative and made a gesture.

The man nodded, and the woman's body exploded a large group of smoke, and a woman flew to the green shirt again.

After a punch.

Chen Pingan stood in the position of the women's station, and almost all of the women were shattered by the iron fists.

There was only one woman who constantly had blood oozing from the gap between the white masks. She held out her fingers and held the mask heavily.

A short assassin lying on the ground, nodded, stood up, "It became. You really can't do it, it's almost a mistake."

The woman was obviously seriously injured. "If I didn't delay, can you draw a character?!"

Yan Jingcheng raised his sword in his waist and plucked Feijian fifteen.

Jianguang went straight to the side of the little squad.

The little assassin, who had been hiding in his sleeve with his hands, had already pulled out a golden charm when he spoke with the woman assassin. He smiled and said: "If you know that you are a sword fairy, will you be unprepared?"

When the man raised his fingers, Fu Lu hovered over his side, waiting for the flying sword to throw himself into the net.

Feijian fifteenth suddenly turned around and turned away, returning to raise the sword.

A touch of white rainbow plucked from Chen Qing's eyebrows.

Jianguang flashed.

I didn't think that the other person's other hand had already been exalted. Feijian's first day was as muddy and he was not in the middle of the symbol.

The golden material of the dragonfly hovered in front of the short assassin, and it trembled slightly. The man smiled and said: "I have prepared a worthy sword for the loss of the city. Otherwise, you are going to die. You swords, How is it so insidious, Jian Xianben is the biggest darling of the mountain, and so deep in the city, how can we mix these martial arts? So I am very angry."

In fact, after the first day of Feijian was trapped by the sword, a brilliance of the brilliance appeared in the circle below Chen Ping's foot. The light was interlaced, like the same pair of chessboards, and then continued to shrink, but that strip The brilliance of the light is also more and more exaggerated, just as the immortal picks out the purest Japanese fine moon.

The short assassin who was a mountain squad, pulled the corner of his mouth.

There are two great things in this array. One is to let the monk's aura run and stagnate. The other is that no matter who is trapped, it is a soldier who is a soldier of the armor, or a pure warrior who refines the gods, and you are as strong as a mountain. They must be criss-crossed by the criss-crossing rays of light, sticking to the soul, and entangled. This kind of whiplash is not a pain in the skin. It is similar to ordinary folks or ordinary monks, and suffers from the light of the soul.

The squad smashed a few words, and took out a yellow paper symbol, hovering around the golden material of the sword, and the light light traction seemed to be a small character array.

The overall situation has been set.

The white-faced black robes standing on the water, squinting at the distribution of the corpses on the battlefield, then began to recapture the previous man's shot in his mind.

There is a small matter that needs to be determined.

It seems that it is now ready to close.

In exchange for the general situation, encountering such a Jindan sword fairy who is extremely good at killing, if they are rushed to meet, they can only die early and die, can escape one or two, even if the other party is soft.

The killing between the monks on the mountain, the realm, the magic weapon is extremely important, but it is not an absolute number, and the combat power under the sun is never a simple matter of one plus one.

He nodded to the assassin who had been gathering his soul.

The latter stood up and began to step, meditation in his heart.

The green shirt sword fairy in the array is bound, and even a slap, shoulders sway, Chen Pingan actually needs to work hard to raise his right hand slightly, looking down, palms, crawling full of twisted black silk.

It seems that the entire arm has been banned.

Chen Ping's fist was shocked, and it was still impossible to shake the dark lines.

At the same time, the burly assassin took off the giant bow and bowed the bow like a full moon.

The black robe on the river smiled and said: "When you enter the temple, why do you need your left hand to hold the incense? The right hand is too heavy to be used for the Buddha. It is not easy to see the ordinary monk. If it is not afraid, if it is not the case, In fact, you should use this Buddhist magical power to target you at the beginning."

A brilliance of arrows ran through the air.

He was held by the left hand of the man, and he was very aggressive. The Qingzi sword fairy had to turn his head before he escaped the arrowhead. The left hand fist burst, the arrow was broken, and it fell to the ground.

At the foot of the ever-shrinking chessboard, there are countless slender lights, like a living creature climbing a wall, such as a French net instantly covering the green shirt.

And the burly and strong man arched the archery without stopping. After the six branches, they were all shot by the green shirt. The black robes on the river did not move, and a touch of sword light spurred away.

The man reached out and took the palm of his left hand, and actually caught the sharp sword.

The dragon sword of the bottleneck sword repaired by the dragon gate, that is also the flying sword, not to mention the degree of flying sword sharpness, which is no worse than the ordinary Jin Dan sword.

Because the man had to block and imprison the flying sword, even if he avoided it a little, he was still shot by an arrow on the left shoulder. After the arrow penetrated the shoulder, the cast is still like a rainbow. This shows the power and the power of this fairy arrow. The people of the bow are the best.

The right hand has been imprisoned by the magical powers, and the left shoulder is again hit hard, and with the entanglement of the soul and the tremors of the body, the green shirt sword fairy has no power to fight back.

Yan Jingcheng burst into tears and slammed his sword and shouted: "Go to save your master, even if you try it."

But the only one in her waist is the sword, only the silence.

Yan Jingcheng is not eager to die, not reluctant to rush, but she knows that going, will only increase the crisis for the predecessors.

She began to hate her own calculations.

Yan Jingcheng bit his teeth, a clip of the horse's belly, pulled out three golden dragonflies, began to run before the horse, big deal, I will first smash Jingjing, saying that he can not let him not be distracted. Naturally, it will not delay the killing of the predecessors.

Chen Ping, who was bathed in blood and suffering from the soul, left his hand and threw the palm of the hand that could not be restrained. He smiled and said: "Is it? Is there no killer?"

The assassin who banned the right hand of the sword and the fairy with the Buddha's door, Shen Sheng said: "Nothing! There are people who are indifferent to this torture!"

Chen Ping's right arm is drooping, letting the character stand up.

I stepped out and disappeared in place.

Kill the singer first.

This is after the thrilling killing of Datun Jingcheng, Mao Xiaodong repeated the embarrassing thing.

The short man naturally knows his importance.

Go to the cellar.

The flying swords of the black robes on the river and the flying swords and arrows of the Bowman were lasing almost to the ground in front of the short squad.

But the green shirt did not appear there, but it was slightly offset by five or six steps. The left hand grabbed the woman's neck and lifted it in the air. The woman died on the spot, and the soul had been smashed like a flood. The gas instantly smashed.

Throwing the corpse in his hand to the second arrow, Chen Pingan slammed his feet and trembled.

With a sigh, the teacher broke out and appeared behind the burly strong man. Chen Pingan waved his hand and shattered the sword and the rest of the yellow paper.

Then disappeared again.

A punch pierced the chest of the burly man in the black robe.

Through the left hand of the back of the heart, just five fingers grabbed the face of the teacher, the whole head of the latter suddenly opened.

The black robes on the river sighed and put away the flying sword, and the figure quickly fell into the water.

Only the martyr who was able to slay the arms of the monk with a lot of smuggling, the body fell to the ground, and the soul turned into a smoky smoke.

Fei Jian was born in the first fifteenth, and quickly smashed the blue smoke.

Chen Pingan still hangs his right arm, his shoulders are slightly swaying, and he is awkward. He still plunges into the stream in one or two steps, standing at the disappearance of the black robes, and there is a sword in his hand, and a sword stabbed.

The stream of the entire stream is blooming, splashing with countless splashes.

Just near the foothills, there was a shadow of the figure against the cliff, suddenly leaping, and the rainbow went.

Chen Pingan let go of his hand, and the sword in his hand pulled out a very long golden long line and flew away.

And Chen Ping looked around and blinked.

The first fifteenth of Feijian plunged back to Chen Pingqi from two acupoints.

Chen Ping's last sight fell on a rocky cliff on the other side and walked slowly. “When I am a three-year-old child? You should not sacrifice the flying sword, or you will run for you.”

Among the stone walls, the snow-white mask black robes were swept away.

The two flying swords are interchangeable.

Chen Pingan protects his heart with his left hand, and the flying sword is caught between the fingers. The tip of the sword is only a millimeter away from the heart.

The other side of the eyebrows and heart, have been worn by the first fifteen holes.

The flying sword that was held by Chen Ping's fingers was bleak and dull, and there was no more sword and spirit.

Then threw it out quickly.

The black robes who still have a line of air but know that they are dying choose to squander themselves and smash all the key qi, leaving no traces.

Chen Pingan plunged out, drifted across the stream, stood on the shore, took back two flying swords, and punched the smashing of the air.

Swordsman returns.

He was held in the hands of Chen Pingan, his left hand smashed his sword, took a deep breath, turned his head and spit out a blood.

隋景澄策马前冲, then turned over and dismounted.

Chen Pingan turned his head and said: "Nothing."

Yan Jingcheng blinked and Chen Ping smiled: "The other party has no backhand."

After seeing the tears in the eyes of Jing Jingcheng, looking at the green-blooded swordsman, she whimpered: "It's not that the sand field has the rules of the battlefield, the rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, why do you have to gossip, if you're not busy There will be no such battle..."

Chen Pingan was at the water's edge, using a left hand spoon to pick up a handful of water, wash his face, and Jianxian stood on the side. He hoped to focus on the calm stream, flowing and whispering: "I told you, telling complex things. Reason, why is it? It is for a simple punch."

Yu Jingcheng was beside him, holding his face in both hands and whimping.

Chen Pingan said: "You are lucky, the assassin's body and the nearby area, you go to find some to see if there is a magic weapon."

Yan Jingcheng broke into a smile, rubbed his face, and got up and went to search for the spoils.

After about a fragrant incense, the two riders left the valley along the original road and went to the village.

Chen Ping's figure shook slightly, and the arm had recovered a little.

Yan Jingcheng's face turned a lot better and asked: “Predecessors, what are you going to do?”

Chen Pingan said: "Let those people die and have a whole body."

Yan Jingcheng nodded hard.

Then Jing Jingcheng is a bit embarrassed.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "No need to do this. When the manpower is exhausted, just like you are sitting on the pavilion, there is nothing wrong with it. No spectators are demanding. However, some people, if they are right, they will ask questions. It's a world of difference, I think you can have a clear conscience. Remember, anyone who has a disaster will have a moment of powerlessness. If you can survive, then you don't have to worry too much afterwards, or your mood will break sooner or later.”

Yu Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked forward. "Predecessors, although small gains, but after all, suffered such a heavy injury, will not regret it?"

Chen Pingan raised his left hand and pointed his finger to the back. "You should ask them about this kind of problem."

Yan Jingcheng did not follow the finger of the green shirt sword fairy, turned her head and looked at it, she just looked at him.

The village is over there.

From twilight to late night to dawn.

The two rides slowly left and continued north.

When Jingjing Cheng was silent for a long time, when he saw the predecessor picking up the sword and drinking, he asked: "Predecessors, this way, why are you willing to teach me so much?"

Chen Pingan did not answer the question. "What do you think is the old prince of Wang Buqing who is sweeping the villa?"

Yan Jingcheng said: "Very good."

Chen Pingan also asked: "What do you think of the disciples that Wang Bian's predecessors taught?"

Yan Jingcheng replied: "Although I am not familiar with the true nature of the three people, it is good to be at least squatting."

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Have you ever thought about it? With Wang Bing, is it really just a sprinkling of a villager? The rivers and lakes of the Wuling Kingdom, and even the entire Wuling Kingdom, have been blunt How big is the impact of a person?"

Chen Pingan continued: "So I want to see if there is a monk in the future in the Wuling country, even if she does not stay in the family of the Yu family, she can replace the old assistant, the new rain, or Is the next nominal homeowner, she is always the true heart of the 隋 主 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Yan Jingcheng looked at him.

Chen Pingan said from his own self: "I think there is hope."

Finally, Chen Pinghai smiled and said: "I have Luoshan, you have a family. You should not be self-respecting, but don't be arrogant. It is difficult for us to change the world many times. But we are changing the world all the time."

Yan Jing Cheng sighed.

After a while, Chen Pingan turned his head and seemed to have some doubts.

Yan Jingcheng was confused, "Predecessors, what happened?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, don't raise the sword. "When you want to die hard, of course, it's good, but I want to tell you something that is very boring. I want to die and work hard. For others to live, only It's a great thing to keep yourself from being uncomfortable. It's not necessarily that everyone can understand it. Don't let that kind of incomprehension become your burden.”

Yan Jingcheng suddenly blushes and asks loudly: "Predecessors, can I like you?!"

Chen Ping's look is self-confident, and his heart is like water. "Like me? That's your business. I won't like you anyway."

Yan Jingcheng was relieved and smiled: "It doesn't matter!"

Chen Pingan seems to think of a happy thing, a bright smile, no turning his head, and Yan Xiangcheng, who is on the move, has a thumbs up. "Good eyes."

On the north road.

"Predecessors, don't drink, and bleeding."

"Nothing, this is a master style."

"Predecessors, why don't you like me, is it that I don't look good? Or is it bad?"

"It's okay with you. It's okay. Every good girl should be liked by a good man. You only like him. He only likes you. It's right. Of course, your age is not small, not a girl. ""

"senior!"

"Finally, I will teach you a king who blunts the old predecessors to teach me the truth. I have to listen to the good things that go to the sky, and I have to listen to the truth that is hard to hear."

Horseshoe bursts.

Walking, the old banyan tree in my hometown is gone.

Walking, the beloved girl is still far away.

Walking and walking, every year, the most respectful gentleman is gone.

Walking and walking, the most admired swordsman has not seen for a long time, I don't know if I still wear a hat, and I have found a good sword.

Walking, the best friend, I don't know if I have ever seen the highest mountain, the biggest river.

Walking, the slugs that had been bullied by people have become the most disgusting people of their time.

Walking and walking, I haven't crossed the sandals for many years.

A Wang Bing disciple named Lu Wei was sent to the village and sent a letter.

The letter was then sent to the mountain person named surname Qi by the recipient of the Feijian communication.

Lu Hao and the man once met on the rivers and lakes and met each other as a confidant. In fact, the friend is the true pride of the heavens. In contrast, Lu Hao, the martial arts talent is very general, not to mention so many monastic practices on the mountain. People, even if compared to Fu Loutai and Wang Jingshan of the same door, and the younger brothers and sisters, Lu Wei is the worst talented person, so Lu Hao's position in the final sweeping of the villa is able to take over The old butler, the good helper brother Wang Jingshan shared some trivial matters.

Lu Hao likes to sweep the villas, like the hustle and bustle here, everyone is amiable.

Both Master and the same door are taking care of him. He feels that he has nothing to take care of them. He will take care of some people he can take care of, such as those of Zhuangzi.

Lu Hao usually likes to watch Wang Jingshan meticulously teach the little teacher's swordsmanship.

Xiao Shimei always annoyed that she grew blacker, not enough water and beautiful, not to mention her knife method, it seems that the master is always so far away, do not know if this life can catch up. Lu Hao did not know how to comfort, but was willing to listen to her sorrows.

I haven't taken the master of the rivers and lakes for several years and left the village.

Lu Hao did not know this time, Master will come back with what kind of rivers and lakes story.

Wang blunt quietly left, but went to a place outside the rivers and lakes, and found a big disciple Fu Loutai.

It was a small county town a long way from the mountain village, and had a drink with the mediocre man.

The disciple Fu Loutai learned some cooking skills and personally fried three dishes of wine, the taste is really unscrupulous, the peanuts are too salty, the bracts are too light, just uniform, just look at the disciple's eyes, and that Young man's smile, Wang blunt did not say anything, after all, the wine is okay, but unfortunately he brought it, Zhuangzi actually still hides a few thin thin plum wine.

The man was not good at words, just drinking, and there was no such thing as a beautiful sentence. When he heard Wang Bing talking about the size of Zhuangzi, every time he came to an end, the man took the initiative to toast. Wang Du will also go with him.

Fu Loutai was quietly sitting aside.

A pot of wine, the two big men are drinking slowly, but they can't drink for a long time.

Wang blunt finally said: "It's not worse than drinking with you. If there is a chance, the sword fairy will visit the villa, I will delay him for a while and call you and the building."

The man was a little anxious, and quickly put down the wine glass and chopsticks. "Do not make it impossible, can't talk, and the same table with the sword, I will not say a word."

Wang blunt smiled: "You will talk. Believe me. After the chat, I can see which little sister-in-law can't look down on you."

The man with a red face hesitated. "The floor has followed me. This is what happened to the grievances of Tianda. Her younger brothers and sisters are not very happy. This is what should be, not to mention the good, in the end, they Still for her good. Understand this, I am actually not unhappy, but quite happy, my wife has so many people mourning her, is a good thing."

Wang blunt picked up the jug and poured it down into the glass. He gave a few drops of wine and reached out to indicate that Fu Loutai didn't have to get a new wine. He said to the young man: "You can think so, Fu Loutai will follow you, it will not be wronged. ""

Wang blunt opened the parcel and took out a jug of wine. "Other gifts, no, I will bring you a pot of good wine. I have only three pots, one pot I drank most of myself. One pot is hidden in Zhuangzi, I plan to Tianjin basin washes his hands and drinks. This is the last pot."

Fu Loutai is aware of the goods, asked: "Master, is the Xianjia wine?"

Wang blunt smiled and nodded. "After the Jianxian cut and practice the boxing method, the other party saw that Wude was even higher than the martial arts. He sent three pots. There is no way, people have to send them, and they can't stop them."

Fu Loutai smiled and said: "Other people don't know, I don't know? Master, you still have some gods, and you can't afford it."

Wang blunt shook his head. "It's not the same. There are not many people on the mountain."

Fu Loutai is a straight child. "Isn't it obvious that I have had a drink with Jian Xian? If I didn't guess wrong, I left the pot of wine. From here, I want to drink with the old friends of the rivers and lakes, by the way. Studying with Jian Xian?"

The man gently pulled her sleeve, Fu Loutai said: "Nothing, Master."

Wang bluntly stunned, smiled and said: "Married niece, poured out the water! Go away, don't send it, go to Zhuangzi often when you have time, it is home."

The couple were still sent to the door of the house. In the evening, the sunset stretched the back of the old man.

The man gently held her hand and shouted: "I was despised by the villa. In fact, I still have some embarrassment in my heart. I had previously told a lie to your master."

She gently held his hand. "Nothing. I know, Master actually knows."

Du Yu did not dare to return to the Ghost Axe Palace immediately, but a person quietly walked the rivers and lakes.

Many rivers and lakes are not fair, and some accidental disputes between the monks on the mountain, Du Yu still chose to stand on the sidelines, and now he is really seeing who, I feel that it is a hidden high. For a while, I haven't been able to slow it down.

He is a little annoyed. When can he be a good man?

As a result, I bumped into a disparity in the rivers and lakes. A group of big men with heads and faces on the black road chased a white child.

Du Yu took advantage of the thunder and thunder, and beat the green forest heroes, then ran the young man and ran. After running for dozens of miles, he saved the rescued person to the ground and he ran himself. .

Not only was the young man sitting on the ground, he was lying on the spot, and the people in the distance, behind him, were inexplicably incomprehensible.

The sacral beach is covered with Mazong.

In the mural city, there is only one shop left, the business is deserted, but because there is only one left, it can barely be maintained, or there will be some admiration.

Pang Lanxi had a rare time on this day, so he went down the mountain and came here to help.

Although the practice of Pang Lanxi is getting more and more heavy, the number of times they meet is actually less and less than that of previous years.

But the girl's eyebrows are bright, she has never been so embarrassed after life.

Even when she did not see Pang Lanxi, she also lost a lot of sorrow.

Jinwu Palace Liu Qingqing, sitting alone on the top of the mountain.

Only the monks of the Jinwu Palace, who are few in the interior, know that this little teacher and uncle is beginning to retreat, and the time is not short, so the recent closure of the mountain.

No one is allowed to climb.

As for why Liu will meet at the top of the mountain, there are only a handful of people who are known, and no one dares to ask.

A Xianjia Ferry in the upper reaches of the Skeleton River.

A pair of rare wild couples who stayed at the Xianjia Inn for many days, when the woman who finally got into the Dongfujing walked out of the room, the man burst into tears.

The two walked into the house together, and after closing the door, the woman whispered: "We still have so much snow money left."

The woman wiped her tears. "I know that after sending us some ghosts and bones, the sword fairy didn't even think about returning to the Nahe to the market. Why?"

The man smiled and said: "I owe it, keep it. If there is a chance to meet the benefactor, it is our business to be able to return it in this life. It is our business to think about it."

In the darkness of the lakes and lakes in the sky, I plan to make a contribution.

With the reincarnation of the Temple of Fire, the temple was rebuilt and a new painted statue was created.

The incense is flourishing.

As for the Chenghuang Temple, it has not been built yet, and the court has not sealed the new city for a long time.

Drive with the city.

A pair of young alleys, blocked by a group of young and strong cockroaches at both ends of the alley, holding sticks, laughing and approaching.

One of the tall teenagers held his hands between the walls and quickly climbed to the wall.

Another thin young boy also looked at the gourd, but the speed was slow. He was caught by one person and fell to the ground. A stick went to his head.

A thin teenager protects his head with his arms.

Was beaten against a wall by a stick.

The boy who could have escaped, jumped gently, because of the height of the ground, the young boy, who trampled on the wall around the alley, fell to the ground, and after several people were beaten by the punches, he still could not escape. Four hands, quickly served by a stick, still trying to protect the thin teenager behind the wall.

Finally, the head of the tall boy was pressed to the ground, and the thin teenager was beaten against the wall.

A young man stepped on the head of a tall boy and stretched out his hand. He brought a white bowl that had already been prepared. The latter held his nose and quickly placed the white bowl on the ground.

"If you dare to break our good things, you should let you remember a little bit."

The young man lost a string of copper coins next to the white bowl. "I don't see you, money and rice are ready for you. After eating the bowl, the money is yours. If you eat fast, you may earn one." Grains of silver. If you don't eat, I will interrupt one of your legs."

The tall boy refused to live or die.

The thin teenager sighed and was hit by a stick on the back.

In the end, the land was laughing and laughing, and he went away. Of course, he did not forget to pick up the string of copper coins.

The tall teenager squatted at the wall and vomited.

The thin young boy with a bruised face is sitting against the wall and crying.

The tall boy struggled to get up and finally sat next to his friend. "Nothing, one day, we can take revenge."

The thin young boy was silent for a long time, stopped crying, screamed out of God, and finally whispered: "I want to be a person like Jian Xian."

He wiped his tears and didn't dare to look at the tall teenagers around him. "Is it stupid?"

The tall boy licked his head. "Yes, what can't be done, maybe the sword fairy, when we are old, is not as good as us! You don't always like to go to school to overhear." The old master lectures, what is my favorite sentence, how do you say it?"

The thin young boy said: "There is a willingness to succeed!"

Then he bowed his head and said, "But even if I have the ability, I don't want to be like these hybrids who only bully people."

The tall teenager smiled and said: "Nothing, wait until we all become swordsmen, you will do good things, I... don't do bad things, just bully the bad guys! Come, swear!"

The two teenagers raised their hands together and clap their hands.

The tall boy turned his head and exhaled to him. "Is it incense?"

The thin boy quickly pushed the other side, and the two of you came to me, and soon they hurt and licked their mouths, and finally laughed.

They looked up together, the alleys were narrow, as if they were big and big, there was only one line of light and a way out.

But after all, the light was on the top of the two teenagers and was seen by them.

In the country of the water, Song Yu burned in the summer, left the village, went to the familiar restaurant in the town, sat in the old position, and ate the hot pot.

The old man is proud of himself and says to himself: "The kid, I don't see you. This is the hottest. I used to take care of your taste. The sword is stronger than you. This is spicy. I can beat you a few times." ”

In the country of color clothes, a deceased old man was lying on the sickbed, and a dry palm was gently held by a woman sitting on the bed.

The old man who had already burned his hair, tried to open his eyes and whispered: "Master, madam, this year's wine, still not brewed... If Chen Gongzi came, he would not drink alcohol."

The woman tears her eyes and leans over, whispering: "I am afraid that this year's drink, I will brew it myself."

The old smashed and smashed the chanting, the voice has been fine if the mosquitoes and flies, "And Chen Gongzi likes to eat the winter bamboo shoots and fried meat, the lady remembers to give him a big white bowl of wine, don't take the wine glass... these trivial things that should be done by the slaves, I can only have Mrs. Lao, don't forget my wife, don't forget.”

When Cui Dongshan left the Guanhu Academy, Zhou Mo felt that this was a wonderful person.

Not long after Cui Dongshan left, the Guanhu Academy and the Dagushan Cliff College in the north had some changes.

From the beginning of the saints of the Academy, to the deputy heads of the mountains, all the gentlemen and sages must give enough time every year to go to the academies of the dynasties and the Guozijian to give lectures.

Instead, the saints preached for the gentleman, the gentleman taught the sage, and the sage taught the scholars.

In all the maps of Daxie, except for private schools, all towns and villages, and the courts and the Tuen Mun are all adding money to those bookmakers. As for the increase, the localities will decide. If you have been teaching for more than 20 years, you will get a one-time reward. After every ten years of increase, there is an extra reward.

On this day, the white-shirted young man, who had been idle, finally watched a lively event from beginning to end, and appeared in a rich mansion without any living.

In the end, he sat on the railing with a young girl of a sly identity.

The girl has been implicated by the lady who sneaked into the situation and leaked things. She was killed by a heroic heroic brother and all the way to the backyard. She just passed by and was killed by a sharp knife.

The lady was even worse, and she was alive by the resentful house master.

At that time, the righteous brother who revealed the scorpion and the man, his eyes were hot, holding the hand of the knife and shaking gently.

When he first saw the blind man, the woman smiled like a flower. After greeting him, he applied it to the inner court. When he picked up the curtain and crossed the threshold, the embroidered shoes were smashed off the door. The woman stopped, but there was no Turn around, pick up the embroidered shoes with your toes, cross the threshold and slowly leave.

After that, he always restrained the forbearance, but couldn't help but look at her more, so he could see the scandal.

Cui Dongshan put his hands on his knees and talked with the poor prostitute who had already died. It seems to be a chatter: "The future world may be better, it may be worse, who knows."

A mongrel boy with a huge sword frame and a broken sword, such as a peacock, walked slowly with the master to the Great Wall.

Previously, Master took him to the place where the most forbidden place under the sun was underneath. The thrones were suspended and the heights were different.

Master took him to the position that belonged to Master.

"Master, the boss sword fairy, and your friend Aliang, who is the sword faster?"

"Hard to say."

"Master, why did you pick me up as a disciple? I never wanted to understand. Before today, I didn't really dare to think about it."

"Because you are the one who is very wild in our world and hopes to have the fastest sword. You may not be the swordsman who stands at the forefront of the battlefield, but you will definitely be the last swordsman in the future."

The teenager screamed: "How do I compare with Master?"

Hold your boy's neck and lift it slowly. "You can question yourself as a slow-moving waste. It's a poor hybrid, but you can't question my vision."

The man grabbed the boy's neck with one hand and pointed his finger at him, telling him who the hanging throne was.

Finally, he let go of his hand and said with no expression: "What you have to do is that if you look at them someday, they are not pleasing to the eye, you can do a sword less than Master."

"When do I know that you can't do this in your life, you can die. Not all of you are as good as your qualifications, you can have opportunities like you, so you have to cherish the present moments."

The young Taoist who wore the lotus crown, and a young Taoist who did not wear the crown, began to travel around the world.

They are all replaced with robes that recognize the identity of the Tao.

The former has only one requirement for the latter. If you want to do whatever you want, you only need to obey the heart, and you can ignore the consequences.

However, there is a premise, do what you can, don't look for death yourself.

The young Taoist priest was hesitant and asked a question, "Can you kill innocent people?"

The young Taoist smiled and nodded, answering the word "of course", pause for a moment, and added four words, "so best."

The juvenile priest nodded.

Then the young Taoist asked: "Do you know what is innocent? Do you know what it means to kill?"

The young Taoist priest was lost in thought.

The young Taoist shook his head. "You knew it before, even if it was superficial, but now I don't know it completely. So, a person is too smart and not good. I once had a similar inquiry, and the answer is better than You are better, so much better."

The teenager is pale.

Because this little brother.

It is the master of the school, Lu Shen, Bai Yujing.

Even a teenager is a close disciple of the Tao.

In the face of this little brother who slapped himself into a mushy, the teenager was awed by the heart.

At the beginning of Bai Yujing's departure, Lu Shen smiled and said: “I have eaten the hardships of the bottom struggle and enjoyed the great blessing of Bai Yujing's fairy family. I have died once again. Then I should learn how to live well, so I should take a walk. The middle road down the mountain."

At that time, he asked Lu Shen, "Small brother, how long does it take?"

Lu Shen answered at the time that if he learned quickly, it would be enough for decades, and he would learn slowly, and it would be normal for hundreds of years.

Finally, Lu Shen smiled and said: "Reassured, if you die, the younger brother is not bad, you can save you again."

In fact, after the young Taoist priest died and resurrected, this body of the skin is simply a rare natural bone in the world, and the practice is a thousand miles away.

Not only that, in the three fateful points of the life, quietly set aside three fairy soldiers, waiting for him to slowly refine.

According to Lu Shen, a younger brother, it is a gift that the three brothers have already prepared, and he wants him to accept it with confidence.

In addition, the worst of the young Taoist priests is the half-best robes of the singer named "Lianzi".

The rank of the product is relatively low, but now the whole world is in the world, except for a handful of immortals, I am afraid no one knows the origin of this robe.

To put it simply, wearing this robes, the young Taoist priests went to the other three worlds and went to the most sinister places. The higher the realm of the people in the town, the safer the juvenile priests.

The young Taoist priest stretches his neck to kill, and the other side must hold his nose and send it out.

One day, there was nothing to do, Lu Shen was alone on the sea of ​​clouds, and the young Taoist was sitting cross-legged.

Lu Shen smiled and said: "Qi Jingchun finally played a game in this life. Black and white distinct pieces, criss-crossing situation. The rules are strict. It is the end of the official ending. When he decided to make the first pass, the rule is the only one. When he was unreasonable, then he didn't have any more, but he saw the chessboard, the light, the colorful glass."

The young curious asked: "Is this what the little brothers saw and witnessed?"

Lu Shen shook his head and said: "No, it was what our Master told me. It was Qi Jingchun who said to our Master."

Juvenile tongue.

Lu Shen smiles and squints, stretches out a palm, and gently puts it on the head of a young boy who is a younger brother. "Qi Jingchun dares to give a mud-legged boy, so big hope! What about you?! Me?"

After a long journey in the world, the teenager has become more mature, blessed with the soul, and when he is moved, he blurted out and said: "It has nothing to do with me."

Lu Shen took back his hand and laughed.

Two brothers and brothers, continue to walk this world,

The young boy asked one day: "Small brothers are so wandering with me, leaving Bai Yujing, will not delay the big thing?"

The young Taoist shook his head and smiled: "There has never been a big deal in the world."

Lonely mangosteen building.

Cui Cheng rarely came out of the second floor.

Zhu Xuan, Zheng Dafeng, and Wei Wei have all gathered together.

In Wei Wei's hand, the Tung Tung umbrella that was taken out from the Huanhuafu was taken.

Cui Cheng nodded and said: "Bring the money together and go in together. Since we are divided into four, we occupy one, then let Zhu and the money go first."

Wei Wei showed his life, and the black charcoal skull that practiced the mad magic sword in the backyard of the riding dragon alley suddenly found a vacant land. After standing outside the bamboo building, he angered: "Well! I finished the sword Also copy the book!"

Wei Weizheng said: "You and Zhu Xuan go to Nanyuan Country where the flowers are in the land."

Money is stunned.

Wei Wei opened the umbrella and let go,

Constantly, Baoguang poured down from the umbrella surface.

Zhu Xuan took the money and walked into it.

In the next moment, Zhu Convergence and the money went into the Nanyuan Guojing City. The money was rubbed and blinked. It was the familiar street, and the alley was not far away.

Light rain season.

Spending money with the stick, waving wildly, laughing.

A young man in a green shirt came to the air.

Nanyuan Guoguo teacher autumn.

Zhu squinted and squinted, "Hey, master."

The autumn seems to see two "Zhu Xianren" appearing in the Nanyuan Guojing City. They are not confused. Instead, they smiled and said: "Chen Pingan?"

I raised my eyebrows and raised my chest. The old-fashioned Qiuqiu said: "My master is so empty, let me be a disciple of the mountain to see you!"

Then, if the money is struck by lightning, there will be no arrogance.

She even has some hands and feet cold.

After that, she kept groaning until she left the flower garden and returned to God.

Both Wei Wei and Zheng Dafeng feel weird.

Zhu Shou shook his head and said no need to ask.

On this day, saving money was the first time in my life to take the initiative to board the second floor of the bamboo building. After saying hello, after getting permission, she took off her boots and placed it neatly outside the threshold. Even the walking stick was leaning against it. The outside wall, not brought around, she closed the door, sat cross-legged, sitting opposite the bare-footed old man.

The old man asked: "What about finding me? Is it difficult to learn to punch with me?"

I don't know why, the black charcoal **** that has not grown up for so many years, she nodded hard, "to learn to punch!"

The old man asked: "Is not afraid of suffering?"

Keep your eyes firm and strong, "I am not afraid of death!"

The old man smiled and said: "A big tone, when I wow, I will cry. I will not protect you in the fall of the mountain. Once I decide to learn the boxing with me, there is no turning back."

Qian Qian Shen Sheng said: "I thought about it, even if I will cry when I arrive, I will regret it, you must also beat me to cry, do not dare to repent!"

The old man seemed to have some surprises about this answer, and he laughed loudly. Finally he looked at the little girl's eyes. "The last question, why should you learn to punch?"

The money and the fists were clenched and silenced for a long time before they said: "I can compare anyone who can save money. Only one person, I can't lose to him! Absolutely not!"

The old man snorted. "Well, from now on, you are the closing of my Cui Cheng rumor. Don't worry, you don't need to have the name of the shit."

He raised his hand, wiped his tears, focused on his head, stood up and thanked the old man.

The bare-footed old man who had never had a virtual shelf on Chen Ping's side stood up, and after his hands were negative, he was seriously worshipped.

Throwing money on the ground and stepping on the ground, pulling back, pulling a boxing ring, "Come on!"

Cui Cheng flashed away, holding the head of the black charcoal girl in one hand, pressing it on the wall, smashing the bones of the body and sizzling.

The old man smiled and said, "Do you want to learn?!"

Money screamed: "You must learn to die!"

The old man nodded: "Very good."

At the beginning of the alley of Nanyuan Guojing City, I walked out of a young green shirt. He held a paper umbrella, smiled and looked at him. After looking at the money, he was so surprised that he said: "Save money, long time." not see."

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