Sword of Coming Chapter 676

Of the 61 middle-five monsters held in jail, few are left.

Today's core stitching is particularly critical, as it is the final stage of the spine.

After the old deaf child lost his hands, he made a special trip to watch the sewing.

As a demon, seeing people suffer is more comfortable than watching people enjoying happiness.

The white-haired boy shouted at his grandson.

The old deaf child should be deaf.

Chen Ping'an had already sat down and settled, his mind was immersed, and three souls and seven souls had embroidery needles nailed in, and he was imprisoned by the twisted core. The reason is to prevent Chen Ping'an from being incapable of pain, involuntary body damage, and interlocking, and there must be no leaks.

For the sewn clothes, Twisting Core "made marriage clothes" for the young hermit officer.

The reason is very simple. She will never have this life in such a practice.

And once it succeeds, at least two practitioners in the world, especially those pious pedigree magpies, will know her twisting core, as a sewing person like a mouse crossing the street, what kind of thing has been made before and has never come. Feat.

To say that whenever chess is mentioned in this world, it is destined to bypass Baidi City. When it comes to Dao, it is impossible to bypass Heavenly Master.

So Twisting Core is more eager for success than Chen Ping'an.

Even a sewing man who is a monk in the jade kingdom often feels astringent and pantothenic when he has a knife and a needle for a long time. , Raise your head and drip them into the eyes.

In addition to borrowing swordsmanship from the young Yinguan, after twisting the core twice, he took out two Xianjia treasures at the bottom of the box, which were the gold urn and the jade book.

The old deaf child looked down at Jin Yuyu's book and nodded, "Good stuff."

The white-haired boy regretted: "It's a pity. It will be abolished after it is used up, otherwise my hermit grandfather will surely shine his eyes."

Both things are where the core edge is.

Twisting core once spoke with Chen Ping An. In addition to her many magical skills, she also comes from the golden magpies and jade books, which are extremely orthodox fairy house treasures, which can complement the method of sewing, otherwise She must not live today.

An ordinary monk, even if he is in the same state of jade as the twisted core, can't see the content of the book of gold and jade, as if there is a natural landscape formation method.

It's just that old deaf children and white-haired boys are unusual.

The Jade Book is a Zen land jade book of an ancient dynasty in Middle-earth Shenzhou. The book is divided into twenty-four Jane books, and Jane and Jane are connected in series by gold threads. Each jade book is polished by mystery.

Jin Zhuan is a "Zhen Zhenjuan", also known as the "Zhu Yantu". The entire scroll is divided into three parts. The first part contains a total of sixteen large characters, the first eight characters, the three holes of Jin Zhenzhen, and the fonts are all cloud. Alas, the clouds are lingering, slowly flowing, the last eight characters, the Dafa and the eternal existence of the sky, is the word of blessing, and was written by a great master in Longhu Mountain. The second part is the portrait of the sixty-one gods, and the third part is the whole of "Zhen Zhenjuan", which is a queen lady, hoping to become a Taoist **** Xuanjun. It is rumored that after the dynasty collapsed, the woman devoted herself to spiritual practice, and eventually Xia Xia soared.

The jade book was okay, but it was only a foot after it was laid out.

But the real scroll was spread out and stretched out.

The reason why these two treasures are taken out is that the twist core will be used by the Sewing Man's unique technique, or word extraction, or stripping of runes, or cloud patterns, and then apply the method of yellow sticking to the young hermit's skin one by one. Above the bones.

Therefore, the twist core for this sewing, has reached the point where they want to lose their home.

As for how much calamity and pain the young people will suffer, Twisted Core doesn't mind at all. Since they dare to come here and dare to do this, they just suffer.

At this moment, when looking at the book of Jin Yuyu on the ground, the old deaf child remembered a trivial matter. Previously, the old deaf child agreed to the sale of the young hermit officer in exchange for the three disciples all having to leave the prison.

The two parties have reached an agreement. The deaf child needs to come up with a Taoist method suitable for the practice of the demon, and two mountain items of the magic weapon rank, and must be rare in the magic weapon. Whether it is refining or using, the threshold must be low. .

Giving away two magic weapons is a trivial matter, but that method is a little troublesome.

An inherited and orderly Taoist method on the mountain is bound to prohibit a lot of things, just like square objects and close-by things, as well as some rare runes, there are ways to open and close the door.

Another example is that a certain ancestral Fuzhu of Tianshifu in Longhu Mountain is the blessings of the heavenly masters of different dynasties. Apart from the masters of Tianshifu, let alone refining. If you are a monk in fairyland, you ca n't even mention it.

Xianjia's advanced techniques, which are written by recipes, often fit the avenue. After compiling the book into a book, it naturally contains the magic. First, the material that contains the words of the recipe is definitely not simple. Second, even if the monk removed all the restrictions, The low-level practitioners are equally inconceivable. Therefore, the ancestral family at the beginning of the ancestors often collects Taoist books, which are more oral and heartfelt.

The old deaf thought about it, and it was boring to keep the book himself. Anyway, from the idea of ​​no enlightenment, he simply revoked all the bans and sent the young hermit, but after that, how did Chen Ping teach others, The old deaf didn't care, and handed the toilet paper to those who squatted in the latrine.

The white-haired boy asked with a smile: "Is it Yulan and Du Shanyin, isn't it rolling all over the floor with one shot?"

The old deaf shook his head and said, "There is still a chance to barely survive the two swords. Anyway, these two cubs do not rely on hardship to practice, and their lives are better than anything else. Otherwise, they will come here to enjoy the blessing."

She twisted her sword and rested for a while. She seemed to be in a bad mood because she had a little stagnation in the previous sword. She heard the noise of the old deaf child and Huawai Tianmo, and her face was gloomy, and she said angrily, "Go away!"

The old deaf child known for his good temper at the Jianqi Great Wall, really stayed away from this place, and went up the stairs. The little girls were ugly, even if they were so bad, no wonder they couldn't marry.

The white-haired boy fluttered beside the old deaf child. "That gloomy Taoist heart, do you need a grandfather to help you? Or you don't need to thank Grandpa for such a small favor."

The old deaf child laughed and said, "I urge you not to do this, the boss Jianxian is staring at this side. If my servant is not good at protecting the Lord, before I was shot dead, I must first settle the accounts with you and the new account with the old account."

After the two guys left, the twisting core exhaled a stale air, continued to calm down, and slowly dropped the knife.

The horrible picture in the eyes of Fanfuzizi is beautiful in her eyes.

The engraving method, Yang Gui is light, and after twisting the core under the inscription, the cloud rises, giving birth to five-colored zhi, yin and precious, and turbidity, like the long veins of the mountain roots of Dayue. Light as the sky, heavy as the ground.

For example, there is a four-character Yang Yunzhen, who does not write the real name of the big demon, writes the "Tao Jing Shi Bao" method seal, and if it is 10%, there is the auspicious weather, which can not go away, such as the sea of ​​clouds around the mountains.

There are also eight ancient magpies of "Taiyizhuangbao, Lixianyu" that are superimposed on each other. They need to be carefully and superimposed in a very delicate place, which consumes the mind of the twisting core.

There are swordsmanships, rune patterns, buckling and twisting to the fullest extent. There is a drop-off point. The drop-off point is as follows.

There is also a cutting knife like a carpenter's shavings. The twist core lowers its head and gently blows away the useless debris, and those debris naturally come from the spine of the young hermit officer.

After finishing work today, Twisting dragged the young man to the small door again, complaining: "Chen Ping'an, this can't be sustained, at most it will be thirty knives. If it wasn't for me to collect the knives in time, yours The entire spine is a waste. Want to break the Changsheng Bridge again ?! "

The dying young man could not speak for a long time, but his lips moved slightly, which should be cursing.

There was no waste of blood on the wick, and the blood would be connected into a thread by itself, and all of it was collected in the embroidered bag around her waist.

The old deaf stood by the small door, unlocked, and twisted the core and threw the young hermit officer into the golden lava "furnace" inside the house.

The old deaf child closed the door.

Twisting core was about to leave, the old deaf child said, "How does the hermit official kill the Five Realms, the boss Jianxian did not say, how do you plan to solve it?"

Twister shook her head and said, "He didn't say."

The old deaf laughed, "How are you going today?"

There is a haze in the eyebrows, "Chen Ping's delay in entering the long-distance journey is not a long-term solution. In fact, the current pain is very painful. He has asked for three points. Instead, it is me, let the boss sword. Xian used some partial methods to break the ground before talking. Since she was anxious to leave, why not anxious. "

The old deaf child said, "These troubles have nothing to do with myself," she said, "Women, who has been a neighbor for so many years, doesn't ask you to eat boiled tofu and stew tofu today? My master and boy, the craft is really good. You chew each other and eat yourself. "

Twisting core did not appreciate, and went away.

The old deaf went to the prison where the demon Qingqiu did not use the words of the old deaf. The demon obediently handed over the three-bodied essence blood and a large piece of flesh, and then trembled and asked, "Can you help me to give a sentence Hermit? "

This way, I ca n't carry it.

The old deaf child eats the flesh and blood of the barley and is full of muscles, which is a lot worse than cooked food. He laughs, "Isn't the Lord Official looking for you again? Why, did you talk about it last time?"

Big demon Qingqiu smiled bitterly.

I did meet the young man before, but at that time I was anxious to drag the guy into jail, and then "rejected" the other party's offer.

The young man said a sentence, and heard that the genus of magpies was cloudy and dreaded most. Then he lost a yellow paper rune with a ghost symbol and went to the cage. The demon Qingqi grabbed it in one hand and ate that rune, which was a way of ridiculing the young man's rune.

After that, young people will not come, but old deaf children will come every 30 minutes.

The old deaf child wiped and wiped his hands, "Why did you go early?"

Maybe this day is the day of the zodiac of the big demon Qing Qiu, Chen Ping'an went to the cage of the five demon big demon.

When the young man passed by, the big demon Qingqiu immediately appeared near the fence of the sword, and said, "How can I not let the mountain ride ask me?"

Chen Ping'an froze for a moment, is the pseudonym of the old deaf child in the wild world? The Summer Palace's archives of the deaf children are only two pages, and they were smeared with ink by the former hermit Xiao Xiao. Each one was smeared with one word. It did not directly tear the pages or mess. She smacks a blockbuster, and she seems to be doing something very interesting.

Chen Ping'an stopped and looked at the big demon Qingqiu, "It's very simple, you tell me the inside story of the big demon who drags down the river, the more detailed the better."

Daqiu Qingqiu was silent for a moment, with a smirk, and returned to the fog barrier directly.

Chen Ping'an was not reluctant, so he went to the first cage where Yun Qing was detained. Chen Ping often came here to chat with this big demon.

Today the two sides are sitting opposite each other, separated by a fence.

Chen Ping'an did not expect that Yun Qing's knowledge was drowned, and he did not lose the Confucian scholars at all. For example, even the "Monthly Order" had a cloud, and the autumn fell in order to pick up the crickets.

When Chen Ping'an asked, it turned out that Yun Qing had been studying at Zhou Mi for several years, but she had no master or apprenticeship.

In addition, Yun Qing likes to travel around the world, walking around, and even compiled a collection of poems, which are widely spread in several dynasties in the wild world.

At the end of today 's chat, the big demon Yun Qing smiled and took off the bamboo flute engraved with “Zhuxianren” in his waist and held it in his hand.

This bamboo flute, in addition to engraving the three characters of Xianxian, also has a line of small characters, which was granted to Lu Zhifeng coupon.

The big demon Yun Qing said that the reason for this was once a sentimental thing of a big ascendant big demon. If it is not severely damaged and cannot be repaired, it is the immortal rank.

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "Dare to accept."

Yun Qing wondered, "Why?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Even if you meet each other, the camps will eventually be different, and you will not delay the senior Yun Qing to kill me unintentionally."

Yun Qing nodded and smiled: "Because of each other, they vote for each other."

In the suspended building, Chen Ping'an walked around in circles, but he limped involuntarily and his arm drooped suddenly.

Sitting on a distant step, Twisted Core said, "If you don't enter the long-distance travel, the sequelae will be great. Even if it eventually becomes, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Chen Ping nodded gently, "I know."

The twisting core is helpless.

The white-haired boy appeared next to the twist core and turned into a student of the big demon Yun Qing, smiling: "Girl twist core, I don't hide it. I have been fascinating you for a long time. It 's not rich makeup on earth. "

The twisting core was left alone.

Huawai Tianmo changed his appearance again, and said hoarsely: "Women, don't you think I am deaf and blind?"

The twisting core is still ignored.

The external demon changed again, "Senior Twisting, you can't look beautiful. In the center of my eyes, you are all good-looking girls, thousands of good-looking women, and only one Twisting girl."

Chen Ping'an kept walking and said, "It's almost OK."

It turned out that Nahua Tianmo was transformed into a blue shirt Chen Ping'an.

Twisting core is just a follow-up to the matter of sewing.

Huawai Tianmo regained his favorite skin and sat on the steps. "Lonely boy and little girl, they have no love at all, it's so outrageous! What's wrong with you two, it's a shame."

After Chen Ping'an took the stake, he began to stand with the sword furnace. After half an hour, he began to breathe and vomit, and calmly raised his fate.

The twisting core leaves.

The transfigured demon of that green snake was unwilling to leave, staring at the sword-making gourd beside Chen Ping'an.

His short sword "Longyan" was standing inside, and the one that Chen Ping had previously returned was pinned to his waist by the name "Jiang Du".

They are very interesting, just for keeping two small things hanging from the ears.

In fact, the things that can stay in this world for a long time will not be worse in rank.

However, for a demonized demon, it doesn't really make sense, just look at the eye.

He suddenly said: "What about the fairy's relic? Why don't I even send you my robe and let her dress her sword?"

Chen Ping'an said calmly, "The dead are big."

After getting up, one leaned back, supported the ground with one hand, closed his eyes, and held the sword in one hand.

The boy with white hair kept his promise and would not get involved in that building. Instead, he just dangled around and constantly changed into various demons who died under Chen Pingquan and sword. Only one question was asked, "Is the dead big? ? "

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and pressed his fingers together against the ground, so his feet were raised slightly.

The white-haired boy who restored the original appearance looked at him with a smile and said, "You have different opinions, you have been criticizing yourself, the strong, and the world."

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes again and said, "There is no law."

Huawai Tianmo suddenly turned into a woman and smiled sweetly.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and opened his eyes to look.

What I think in my heart, what I see.

This is the terrible aspect of the transfiguration.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and said, "Conceit at your own risk."

The white-haired boy immediately yelled, "Grandpa Hidden Officer, once your future demon is exactly this woman, what is good?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said slowly: "I hope so."

The white-haired boy raised his hands, flicked the green snake in his ears with two fingers, his movements were slight, but if he hit the bell, he echoed the world, and asked, "Why not do some exercises?"

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Let me die!"

The boy with white hair complained: "Baibai lost his life, and the grandpa of the hidden official lost a lot."

Then the next moment, the outer celestial demon trembled and shrank his neck.

Chen Qingdu had already grabbed his head and held it in his hands.

The old man overwhelmed purely with the intention of the sword, and the alien demon became distorted, and his entire body melted like a scented candle.

Chen Ping'an turned over and stood still.

Chen Qingdu threw the alien demon far away and looked at Chen Ping'an, frowning: "None of the key real names of the key monsters can be engraved?"

Twisting core reappeared on the steps, "Don't blame me, the engraving can be engraved, just to engraved on the dead."

Chen Ping'an reluctantly said, "The bottleneck of Wufu is really not easy to break. It is useless to fight against Huawai Tianmo. It is useless. What is lacking now is the mysterious and mysterious meaning. Otherwise, it 's just to temper the body. The sewn clothes of the twisted core predecessor will be enough for me to enter the voyage. "

Chen Qingdu said, "Where can I find an energetic Shijing Wufu for the Hermit Officer?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Don't ask me."

Chen Qing laughed a little.

The twisting core is eye-opening.

Follow the movement of the old deaf immediately rushed to admire.

The transfigured demon who curled up on the steps even felt that the grandfather her grandfather did not shout in vain.

The consequence is that Lord Yinguan was overwhelmed by Jian Yi, first bending down, then kneeling down, and finally lying on the ground without moving, almost turned into a muddy mud.

Fortunately, the boss Jianxian still talked about a bit of morale and threw Chen Ping'an directly into the magma furnace.

After Chen Ping disappeared.

Chen Qing waved his hand, twisting the cores and they left at the same time.

The old man stood inside the pavilion, looking around, and slowly glanced across the four pavilions.

Chen Ping'an rarely left prison and went out to breathe.

The white-haired boy quickly appeared, carrying the young hermit to the place where the prisoner practiced monasticism, and said that there were many babies over there, all of which belonged to the owner, and he picked them up casually.

Just pick it up, don't pick it up.

Chen Ping'an was under the guidance of Huawai Tianmo, and came to the creek. He looked a little embarrassed, as if he was in his hometown, and he was going to collect serpent gallstones. But there is one less big basket.

The white-haired boy is simply a deaf ear for God. He told Chen Ping about the current situation of the two pairs of masters and servants. He said that the gloomy was a little idiot and he was slow to learn anything. Compared with the three disciples charged by the old deaf, it was basically No way. It is said that Du Shanyin's sword training qualifications are good, and the way is better, but it is a big color embryo. These goods can become the masters of the old deaf children and prisoners. He is really sad for the grandpa of the hermit officer.

Chen Ping'an stopped suddenly, not far away from the stream, there was a troublemaker woman and a raccoon girl.

Chen Pingning looked intently, only to find it incredible. I have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, and have seen those incense figurines with plaques and incense burners as their homes, and even Chong Dongshan's Worm Silver. I have never seen the two women in front of me.

The white-haired boy admired: "The grandfather of the hidden official was really good-sighted, and at once I saw their true identities, that is, the incarnation of Jin Jingqian and Gu Yuqian. The du Shanyin was absolutely impossible, only to see With their cheeky faces, **** and small waists, the gloom is even more pitiful, and they don't dare to look at it. Only the grandfather who is a secret official, is also a hero. "

The troublemaker woman raised her head and frowned at her horns, smiling slightly at Chen Ping'an.

The raccoon girl saw the young hermit and pressed a finger against her cheek.

Chen Ping'an reciprocated.

The white-haired boy crippled: "Hidden grandfather grandpa, where are they worthy of your old man's gift?

Chen Ping settled in Ruowenwen, thinking about money and finances as he walked to the hut.

There are three types of gold fine copper coins, big money, spring money, support money, and money. Chen Ping'an was no stranger to buying the way to enter the Zhuzhudong sky. After all, the first wave of mountains was bought with a few bags of fine gold copper. The three fine gold coins sold by the Dalai dynasty to various Xianjia forces. According to legend, the Mohist helped the Song family first create three types of model mother money. The best looks are the first-class beauty, and then they were refined on a large scale. System.

Even the sculpted mother-of-pearl coin created by the secular dynasty, is the beloved thing of many immortal masters on the mountain.

Together with gold fine copper coins, the court issued new money, along with three types of fairy money, including snowflake money on the mountain, Xiaoshu money, and Gu Yuqian money. On top of the carved mother money, there is still a kind of ancestral money.

Snowflake money's ancestral money was naturally treasured by the Liu Clan in Acacia, but the ancestral money of Xiaoshu Qian and Gu Yuqian has not been said exactly. He never thought of Gu Yuqian's ancestor money, but he was included in the pocket by the criminal officer. With such an opportunity, he became manifest.

There are spirit beings in the world. As long as the human form is transformed, no matter what the roots are, and the spiritual wisdom is opened, it is all the roads and creatures. It can be regarded as a mountaineering monk. Treating others with courtesy is certainly correct.

Du Shanyin, a young man, had nothing to do today, stood under the grape stand, and looked at the two guests from afar.

The white-haired boy is still struggling with his "grandfather of hermit official", but stands side by side with Chen Anping, but walks backwards, pointing at the two women who can only make trouble every day. "Presumptuous, current. "

The troublemaker woman and the raccoon girl were originally no different from the country beauties. After the word "current" in the alien demon's words was turned into a vision, the skin showed golden and faint green colors, and the words appeared faintly, especially It is the forehead of Xiao Shao, such as opening a small skylight, it is estimated that when she was born, the words such as chopped and knife marks still exist.

But they didn't even realize it, they just continued to make trouble.

The white-haired boy whispered softly: "The ancestral money of the world is often paired. If both are fine, then they become dependents, alas, it is a rare blessing. Money makes money, and hermits. Grandpa, as long as you promise to take me to Haoran World, I will help you to ask them from the prisoner Jianxian, and then in Haoran World, non-stop, wide-eyed, and help your old people find their fellows! How? ? "

Chen Ping'an said, "Nothing."

Jianxian prisoner was inside the hut, and even if the hermit official came to the door, he did not mean to open the door for hospitality.

Chen Ping'an was here to relax, and it didn't matter the attitude of the criminal officer, as long as he didn't face a sword light.

Du Shan Yin salutes: "Meet the Hermit Master."

Chen Ping'an laughed: "Freedom."

Du Shanyin remembered the incident, patted his head, took two bags of gold powder, and handed out a bag first, "please ask Lord Yinguan to accept it."

Chen Ping'an really accepted it.

Du Shanyin handed out a bag of gold powder again, "please ask Master Yinguan to tell a landscape story."

The white-haired boy smiled and played.

Chen Ping'an reached out and held the tall teenager's head and smiled, "Even if you become a veritable prison officer in the future, stop doing this kind of thing."

Du Shanyin lifted his head, looking complacent, "Dare to ask why?"

Chen Ping no longer spoke, but just walked by with the teenager and moved to admire the colorful flower **** porcelain cups hanging in the air.

The white-haired boy jumped up and patted the young man's shoulder, and said, "You can build on it, and make persistent efforts! My grandfather, the hermit official, is jealous of your blessings. Fortunately, this is a meaning for the monk. "

Du Shanyin grinned, "Just laughed."

The white-haired boy wondered, "Why aren't you afraid of me at all?"

Du Shanyin's mind moved slightly, and a touch of Jianguang suddenly hovered over the young man's shoulder, like a bird standing on a branch.

Du Shanyin said, "Master Xingyuan gave this to me."

The white-haired boy immediately said: "Only this, I will call your father later!"

Du Shanyin just smiled and froze.

Chen Ping'an was looking up at the bottom of a flower **** porcelain cup, and smiled, "You can smash fire."

The white-haired boy laughed.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the back of the tall boy, "Why are you afraid to throw a sword within your rules?"

Du Shanyin turned his head and smiled: "In my eyes, you are all good people, playful in the world, not too much."

Chen Pingping smiled and continued to look at the porcelain cup and the poem Ying Ying, which was excellent in content, and smiled.

The boy with white hair asked: "Du Shanyin, Master Criminal, have you ever told you that you will learn swordsmanship in the future. If you have the opportunity to travel the vast world, you must kill the thieves of flower picking in the mountains? Have you thought about it in one breath? Fairy family treasures that you dare not think about? For example, there is that fairy book that writes the word "fairy"? It's just in your heart, but you are sorry that the two aunts, big and small, didn't send it to you, so it's not good enough? "

"It's okay, my grandfather Hidden Officer had no idea about them. I can help you to the criminal officer, don't thank me! Well, forget it, I said that your thoughts on them are shallow, I always think They are the things that the hermit official has abandoned, and in your heart, they are not so immortal, otherwise you will shorten the grand officer of the hermit official, right? Rest assured, this is human nature, no need to be ashamed. If you want to reach the summit, you should be like you. If you see it, do n't like to give it up, if you hate it, if you love it. ”

Du Shanyin was frightened, and his face became increasingly embarrassing, so he could only keep silent.

Chen Ping an hesitated, but still said nothing.

Too many opportunities to give, do not consider the slightest unreachable, the people who do not want to, the people who do not want to.

But Chen Ping'an turned to think again, saying that such a mentality is not the root of Du Shanyin's avenue. Whoever said the level of achievement is only the depth of consideration.

Besides, Aliang is right, cares, cares, does it work, does he care?

The white-haired boy was a little bit elated, and he was so crooked, and the prison officer inside the hut didn't say a word, good sign. It is worthy of being a prisoner adult who is incomprehensible, and grandpa and hermit are completely different people.

He went to Chen Ping'an and pointed to a white jade table outside the grape stand. "Baby, unfortunately, the fairy book on the table is already Du Shanyin. There are already a bunch of little guys in the book, It 's not unusual to be an anchovy, all of them are valuable. "

Chen Ping'an stepped out of the grape rack, went directly to the stone table, and opened a page of books. The books were all the characters of the gods with different fonts.

The white-haired boy whispered, "You read without even saying hello to Du Shanyin. Grandpa Hermit, this is not like your style of behavior."

Chen Ping settled Ruowenwen, but turned the book and looked for the trace of the catfish.

Li Huai seems to have the catfish in the book, but I don't know if it is perfect.

The white-haired boy murmured, "The Lord Hermit is definitely not going to be a little idiot. Why is it that the mood has changed again? Or did he deliberately bluff me and lie to me with that short sword?"

After finishing a book, Chen Ping'an failed to see the so-called "little guy" and had to give up.

Ancient books record that there is an allusion to the three-fish-eating gods.

The catfish enters the scripture scriptures, and the long-eating goddess characters have five colors. People can swallow them to the gods, and most of the time they can think of springs and flowers.

One is a general description of a person's writing, and the other is a word of mouth from a mountain practitioner.

It's just the so-called immortal characters. Even the people on the mountain do not understand the meaning. All I know is that the anchovy is a wall fish, born only in the door of Shuxiang, hidden in a pen holder, a dai, or a lantern. However, the words of the people under the mountain are inexorable. As long as the expensive letterhead "Shenxian" is cut into the bottle, a wall fish will sneak in, and if you eat up all the scraps of paper, you can hope to grow into a catfish.

The white-haired boy slaps himself on the white jade table, "Shameless to the face? Believe it or not, I wrote a word of wine on the book, drunk you guys?"

Chen Ping'an fixed his eyes, but between the two "line" characters on the pages of the book, a little finger-sized guy constantly appeared from different pages "over the wall", from high to low, sick and crouching. Between the pages, he looked pitifully at him and the white-haired boy.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said "interrupted," and closed the book gently.

The white-haired boy knelt on the stone bench, reached out to cover the book, and explained, "The queen fish becomes the fairy. It is the most fun. What you write in the book, they can eat and there are all kinds of changes, such as writing that and The poems related to wine are really drunk and dangling. Write the beautiful young women first, and then write the sorrowful words. Their appearance in the book will really become the sorrowful women, but they will not last for a long time. . "

The white-haired boy flipped through the book, probably because of his big face, and every time he turned a page, the little ones followed.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked, "If you write that shit?"

The little ones are dull and speechless, they just feel that they are irrelevant. How can there be such a heartbroken person in the world?

The white-haired boy held out his thumb and said loudly: "The whimsical thoughts of Grandpa hermit official are rare in the world! Later, when you meet the novelist's grandfather, you must be happy and meet each other late! Go with her After going to Middle-earth Shenzhou, you must go to that white paper fortune! "

Chen Ping'an sat on the stone bench.

The white-haired boy no longer cares about the book, and points to the stream that actually belongs to passive water. "This is an extremely rare fire in water. It looks like fire in water. Grandpa can be used to refine it into the last five elements of his destiny. Chen Qing is not stingy, the prison officer is more generous, and I can help move to Xingting. "

Chen Ping'an remained indifferent, and said, "Uninvited, he is already a villain."

When Chen Ping'an left, the white-haired boy had to follow.

Mixed with that Dushan Yin, there is a meaning of fart, still follow Chen Ping'an, surprises constantly.

For example, when visiting today, facing the hut, the young hermit officer did not salute when he came and did not leave when he went.

The white-haired boy Fangdian Fangdian followed Chen Ping'an. "Grandpa Hidden Officer, today is a little different. My heart is open and closed. I am truly at ease, relaxed and eloquent.

Both walk on foot.

Obviously the young hermit officer was not in a hurry to return to prison.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I want to pass that stream to achieve my wish? Why go around and just say it."

The white-haired boy asked, "Can you make it straight?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Of course not."

Speaking of etiquette and rules.

Either a long kiln apprentice or a young boy who travels the mud bottle alley, as long as he is wading in the mountains, he should do something that a person wearing straw shoes and a hatchet should do.

The hermit who is in charge, the second treasurer who sells wine, the pure martial artist who asks for fists, the sword repair who raises a sword, different identities, doing different things, and saying different things.

In the final analysis, of course, the same person.

The white-haired boy resentfully said, "My grandfather grandpa, hey, you are not bullied like this."

Immediately, the childlike appearance of the demon demon exclaimed: "Forget it, I'm not human."

Chen Ping'an said, "Is it a person? Outside of the skin, it depends on whether there is more people."

The white-haired boy sneered, "A man, with a heart in his heart, is not an individual."

Chen Ping'an said: "The bodhisattva's heart is still personal."

Walk to the place of an ancient great demon corpse, which hangs like a mountain.

"Leave you!"

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, suddenly punched out, and the corpse was decaying and degenerating. He was no longer tenacious, so he was able to freely cut a "valley" road with one punch.

The white-haired boy applauded.

Chen Ping'an squinted at this seemingly stubborn alien demon and slowly said: "The sad story of that fox charm is really nothing new. If you write books and sell them, it will be difficult to earn money."

Traveled around, I saw the fox fairy hit the bell, the female ghost scratched the door, a disturbing, a scary.

I have also seen the bird listening to the Dharma on the branch, and the old ghost drew a fox and sang "Panshaner".

The white-haired boy said, "It's okay, I'll change it again."

Then pretending to be stunned, "Forgetting her ending, it is not very novel."

Chen Ping'an said suddenly, "I guess your roots."

Looking up, it seemed that he was looking at the Bai Yujing in another world.

The white-haired boy sighed, "Coupled with the repression of the Western Buddhist country, can it be regarded as an alternative Sanqi?"

Chen Pingan changed the subject and laughed, "It's all about doing curtains, teaching, and selling."

When Jianqi was the last hermit in the history of the Great Wall, he told the story of the mountains and rivers at the end of the street, selling seals and fans, and all three things were done, but he failed to make money.

The white-haired boy is listless.

Chen Pingping stood up, struck a blue shirt, rushed straight into the clouds, and then swam the clouds against the wind, his sleeves hunting.

In fact, in addition to the Royal Sword, it is also possible to barely protect the wind, but it can only be supported by a pure breath, and it is consumed very quickly.

Four flying swords, pine needles and Kelei, were sacrificed on the first day and the fifteenth day, and hovered everywhere.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, I leapt forward, and every time I stepped on the flying sword, I wandered around like this.

The white-haired boy yawned.

Chen Ping'an stowed four flying swords, one fell back and fell straight to the ground.

There is still leisurely glance, glanced at the slender stream in the distance.

Water in heaven? The sky is in the water?

Chen Ping was so straight that he couldn't hit the ground with his head.

The white-haired boy above the sea of ​​clouds moved slightly, surprised, and looked up suddenly, only to feel that the world was discolored.

After a while, the alienated demon stood up, his momentum changed completely, and he obtained the "law" of Chen Qingdu, and finally revealed the weather that should rise to the alienated demon.

Holding a handful of water from the sea of ​​clouds, waving his sleeves into the sleeves, and falling to the sky, there was a round of bright moon hanging, so above the palm of the hand, Luo Shuiyue was in his hand.

Slap the moon in the water with one palm.

The world has changed.

The white-haired boy has disappeared.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and then it seemed as if a huge hole had been stirred up by someone. Vaguely, a cloud-like fairy was overlooking the earth, and laughed: "Little Confucian, you ca n't help yourself "Is this with you?"

Then another giant gold body slowly put out a punch and sneered, "How dare you take the next punch?"

Chen Ping'an had already stood on the ground and looked up.

He spit hard, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and flattened again.

A young man in white, travelling for a long time, and standing side by side with a young man in blue shirt, said with emotion: "It's really unhappy to stay in a fan cage for a long time."

Chen Ping'an smiled, "Speak people."

The white sleeves of the gods in white clothes fluttered, they were very happy, their eyes were hot, and they laughed, "Don't **** them! Let them scratch their heads!"

well.

now it's right.

It is indeed my peace!

The earth shuddered.

A blue shirt went straight to the sea of ​​clouds.

Wufu asked the sky with his fist.

Then the white **** Yin shook up, the earth is my heaven and earth, countless flying swords, go to the sea of ​​clouds together.

The swordsman asked the fairy on the sword cloud.

Jianqi Great Wall is north, Jianqi Great Wall is south.

There are all martial arts flowing wildly, covering the sky and hiding the sun, as if looking for the unknown fist in heaven.

Chapter end