Sword of Coming Chapter 768

In the light rain, a Xianjia ferry from south to north slowly docked at the egret ferry at the boundary of Zhengyang Mountain, and walked down a handsome man in a green shirt and gown, stepped on cloth shoes, and held up an oil paper umbrella The umbrella handle is a sweet-scented osmanthus branch, followed by a teenager wearing an ink robe, also holding a small umbrella, usually made of green bamboo, and the fan surface is made of Xianjia green lotus. It is the chief Zhou who is covered in skin and impaired eyes. , Cui Dongshan.

The two men carried their swords separately. They were the secret relics of the Middle-earth Divine Continent and Beiju Luzhou. They never appeared in Aquarius. Two ancient sword fairy relics were named Jiawusheng and Tianbiao.

Behind there are a group of genealogical monks who traveled to Zhengyang Mountain together, talking and laughing, and a young man was talking to a graceful woman in a graceful form next to him, saying that his teacher, and the sword ancestor of Pengyun Peak in Zhengyang Mountain, had hundreds of years. Friendship in the mountains. The old patriarch Paoyunfeng, on the battlefield of the old dragon city, once fought side by side with Li Jianxian from Luju of Beiju, and joined the sword to cut the demon.

Cui Dongshan listened happily and asked with a smile: "Chief Chief, why don't we change an umbrella?"

Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the green lotus under the green umbrella, shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't please."

Behind the team, there is a child with a clear eye, about seven or eight years old, holding a big umbrella, gathering on the umbrella surface with water, accumulating a large beach of rainwater, and then twisting the handle of the umbrella suddenly, the raindrops radiate around Flying arrows, countless flying swords. It was just a monastery who had just set foot in practice. The rain was splashing and there was not much power, but the raindrops hit the two Guizhi umbrellas and Bihe umbrellas in front and thundered.

A few elders in the school only laughed.

These generous generous monks have no need to hold umbrellas.

The gods on the mountains in the middle and five realms travel all around the world. They do not invade the water and fire, and they are foul and avoid. The vassal states of the frogs at the bottom of the well, the history of barnyard officials, and the strange people above the notes of Zhigua, mostly record this generation of monks.

If the two traveling people in front of you can turn the raindrops into invisible like they do, then someone will naturally come forward to stop the children from continuing to play with the umbrella, saying that they must apologize and say a few words about the child's stubbornness and Taoist friends. Polite words.

As a result, Cui Dongshan slipped his sleeve backwards, slapped the child into the water, turned his head and smiled hiply: "The little cub likes to play with water, so go in the water."

Suddenly, although the child had climbed a mountain since he was young, he had no strength to fight back, so he drew an arc under the eyes of all eyes, skimmed through a large cluster of snowy reeds, and fell into the ferry water.

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and smiled: "Almost scared to death, I don't need to apologize, you can lose money."

Cui Dongshan yelled.

Jiang Shangzhen immediately changed his mouth: "Break money to eliminate disasters, break money to eliminate disasters."

A burly man, reaching out to hold the handle of a knife at his waist, said in a deep voice: "The kid is playing around, as for this?"

If it weren't for the umbrella man, with a unique accent from Beiju Luzhou, he had already pulled the knife out of the sheath and hacked it away.

Anyway, my side is reasonable.

It is not afraid to go to the Zhengyang Mountain, and then to the nearby Dali Vassal Court, it will only be that the other party cannot walk around.

Although nowadays, under the Aquarius Mountain, martial arts fights and fairy fighting methods can't help but, after 20 years, the habit has become natural, and it is still difficult to change at one time.

Cui Dongshan supported the umbrella in one hand and akimbo in the other, straightening up and saying: "Laozi is not very young, he is also a child."

Jiang Shangzhen raised his thumb, pointed to the sword behind him, and sneered: "Stay in Laozi's hometown, dare to ask the sword like this, the little boy is already dead now."

An old monk with a calm temper immediately said to everyone: "Listening to the accent is indeed the monk of Beiju Luzhou. As for whether it is sword repair, it is not easy to say for the time being."

Today's Beiju Luzhou is the brother island of Aquarius. As for Tongyezhou, it can only be regarded as Sunzizhou.

In the ferry's water, the vision is engulfed, and there is fire light like electricity, which radiates out like a fire dragon.

It was actually a superb magic weapon with precious light, small cone, bronze material, more than one foot long, carved in Kowloon.

It was the child's innate mortal creature. Before the man climbed ashore, he had sacrificed a small cone and stabbed the ink robe boy holding the Bihe umbrella.

Everyone saw the young man laugh out loud, "Come well", and suddenly closed the green lotus umbrella, holding the umbrella handle with both hands, like a double knife holding a sword, but chopping down with the knife method, only to be hit by the small cone , The young man was **** and excited, his soul was unstable, and immediately blushed, he had to scream, Dantian, his feet fell into the soft mud that was soaked in rain, and he was still hit by the tip of the small bronze cone Hold the umbrella body, slide backwards and out to stabilize the figure.

The child stood on the shore, pinching the tactics with two fingers, stomping his feet, stomping his feet, stomping his feet, and uttering the word "draining water", running the heaven and earth aura of the natal qi house, fingers and the small cone, if there is a golden light traction , The beautifully carved small cone Kowloon, like the eye-opening eyes, all meandering and moving, but the child is too young in the end, the refinement is not refined, the movement is not fast enough, just opened the mouth, to draw the rain, then the ink robe boy stooped sideways, then The man in the blue shirt grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and a few dragonflies spotted the water. At this point, both parties dared not take the ferry avenue. They picked the reeds by the water and stepped on the reeds.

The child did not want to let go of the two kings and bastards, and moved his fingers, staring at the backs of the two, and said in silence: "The wind and the wind are galloping, the oolong is flying, and the waterfall is awesome!"

Nine finger-length black dragons wrapped around small bronze cones, spitting out the fierce arrows formed by the condensation of nine rains. The two of them stepped on the reeds and hid in Tibet, very embarrassed.

The old monk smiled and said: "Chuntang, it's okay, put away the small cone. The skill should be easy to use, and it must be spared and spared."

The child put away his fingers and took a deep breath, his face pale, and the looming rope disappeared. The little cone flickered and hovered beside him, and the child took one from his sleeve The humble cotton sac, put the small cone with "Qililong" engraved into the sac. A three-hundred-year-old white flower snake and a two-hundred-year-old black snake were raised in the sac. Raise that little cone.

The child named Chuntang hung the small bag around his waist, and his face was gloomy, and he rubbed his cheeks, and it hurt so hot.

The old monk stretched out his fingers, twisted his wrist, and wiped gently, driving the big umbrella that fell on the muddy road, and floated towards the child.

The child took it into his hands and threw the umbrella far into the water in one breath. He was not upset, but it was an ordinary thing, not worth a few dollars.

The old monk also deliberately pretended not to see Chuntang's childish behavior. This old Jin Dan, who was revered as a protector of his country in his home country, only looked in the direction of those two people. He always felt weird.

The man with the dangling magic sword sneered: "Two pure warriors who do not enter the stream, dare to pretend to be Beiju Luzhou Jianxiu, what a brain."

The old monk explained: "Most of them are Luzhou people in Beiju, otherwise it will not be so arrogant. One thing is better than one less, remember to restrain Chuntang, don't want to seek revenge in Zhengyang Mountain. Now it is about to open its peak. Celebrations, great festive days, no one hopes to have such a vicious thing. You are the protector of Chuntang, if you can't control him, I will come to use the ancestral commandment to control you."

The man reluctantly said: "Patriarch, I know the importance here."

In the distance the reeds squatted, and the two crouched by the water like a squat.

Jiang Shangzhen held an umbrella on his shoulder and asked with a smile: "What's going on?"

Cui Dongshan lifted the Bihe umbrella horizontally, bowed his head and sighed, wiped off some traces of his sleeve, and looked distressed. Then he twisted an aura with his fingers, which was peeled from the small bronze cone and stared. Said casually: "Boring, playful."

Jiang Shangzhen said: "Looking at the child's little cones and cloth sacs is a dragon breeding technique? Is there such a place as Qililong in Aquarius? I haven't heard of it before."

Raising dragons and dragons in ancient times has been one of the six ritual officers of Confucianism. Later generations will be divided and mixed. When there is no real dragon in the world, then the so-called dragon-raising is just a stream of aquatic turtles and fishes and snakes. And this vein is in the vast world, and the 3,000-year-long catastrophe of the true dragon has affected the pond fish, so there is no longer a sect. Because the breeding of the true dragon descendants and the genus of dragons and dragons are all the hopes of the sky, let alone talk about what is true. Dragon is gone. The whole Qi-practitioner who cultivated the dragon's veins, his luck turned into passive water, the situation was awkward, and the incense gradually faded, just like the mountain and water **** who lost the incense.

Cui Dongshan crushed the insignificant aura there, clamped the Bihe umbrella under his armpit, wrapped the aura with both hands, rubbed it gently, and then watched the spread of those auras in the veins of the heart of the hand, such as the mountains and mountains, Jindan Yuanying, the land gods. Seeing the unreal scene, it fell into the eyes of the fairy, and it was natural, but Jiang Shangzhen glanced at it and saw it clearly, but he didn't know it. For Jiang Kuzhen's way of gossip, Jiang Shangzhen's few "no entry" techniques, Because Jiang Shangzhen has never been willing to learn these methods to avoid evil.

Cui Dongshan clapped his palms, completely smashing all traces of palms and laughing: "There is an old Jiao in a large river near Qililong, opened a water palace, and was once named the White Dragon King by the court. After the remote small country was destroyed, the old Jiao He almost never showed up, but his seniority is much worse than that of Huang Tingguo's who lived for ten thousand years. Of course, Lao Jiao relied on more than a thousand literati samurai from all dynasties and dynasties in poetry to help bring some incense . This fairy house in Qililong has the opportunity of a avenue, and it is regarded as an incense envoy secretly supported by the old Jiao. The small cone of Dingfeng Wave is one of the symbols. But in fact, this river has excellent hydrology and governs ten. The tributary rivers and more than thirty rivers and rivers were dug into the estuary in the early years. If you did not take care of your old Jiang family, you should choose this river as a sullen water into the sea, then this dragon lord should also catch a big duo. Yeah."

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Yunlin Jiang's, I can't afford to climb high."

Cui Dongshan stood up, carrying Bi He umbrella on his shoulders, his face dignified.

Jiang Shangzhen followed him up. After the rain was fine and the weather was fresh, he closed the Guizhi umbrella and closed his eyes to take a deep breath, helping the real dragon and smelling a hint of danger.

The two walked slowly, and Jiang Shangzhen asked, "I'm curious, why do you and Chen Ping'an seem to compare to that Wang Zhu...forbearance?"

Cui Dongshan nodded, "Because my family feels that someone has placed hope on Wang Zhu, then he is willing to follow the hope. For the moment, Wang Zhu has not disappointed. Then I will study Mr. and look at her more In fact, after leaving Lizhudongtian, Wang Zhu was still very smooth. The veritable wind and smooth water, to be precise, after leaving the iron lock well, she did not suffer much, far away from my husband. You worked hard, she was just lying down to enjoy the blessings. Childish and childish, the name was not taken in vain, steal the wall and steal the light, as a little thief, steal my husband's luck and good fortune, steal the dragon spirit of Song collection, and finally occupy the world The general trend, follow the trend to blasphemy. I am afraid that she feels that everything is what she deserves. For example, she will choose the Lushui Peng Fat Mother in the Confucian Temple to occupy the land water transportation. I feel that she has divided her half of the gas, holding her resentment and entering the ascendant. Afterwards, we must mistakenly believe that it really does not matter, and start to make waves."

Jiang Shangzhen asked a crucial question: "Whoever slashed the dragon, after 3,000 years, did he still slash the dragon?"

Without waiting for Cui Dongshan to give the answer, Jiang Shangzhen asked himself: "Compared to 3,000 years ago, it was more credible that a person would cut a real dragon with a sword and cut a real dragon for 3,000 years."

Cui Dongshan said: "The day Mr. Wang appeared at Dadu Temple, she actually saved at least half her life."

Jiang Shangzhen yelled, "She is willing to miss the old, the mountain owner who has been thinking of the old is more willing to miss the old."

Cui Dongshan gently tapped his shoulders with a small umbrella and smiled: "Jia Sheng, Bai busy, Chen Zhuoliu, the uncle Jingqing of our family is really fatal. After so many brothers, he has not been hacked to death. Who believes in such luck?"

Here Bailudu, the nearest Qingwu Peak from Zhengyang Mountain, and Baili Mountains and Waters.

The two first went to a Xianjia Inn to stay, located on a high mountain. The two sat on the observation deck with a wide view, drinking each other and overlooking the mountains.

Taking the first-line peak of Zu Mountain as the center of the circle, and a radius of 800 miles, they are all the ancestral boundaries of Zhengyang Mountain and private mountains and rivers.

The Qunfeng arches the ancestral mountain, and the mountain guards blame it, and the sword is everywhere. You can often see Jianxiu joining forces between the peaks of Yujian, the momentum is like a rainbow, the sword light is dragging, and it cuts through the sky.

Because of the worship of Yuan Zhenye, the **** of the moving mountain, in the past two decades, Zhengyang Mountain has successively moved three broken old mountains of the southern vassals of Dali, as the genus of the opening peak of the future sword immortal in the sect. .

For the imperial court of a small vassal state, instead of spending great efforts to rebuild the mountain roots and water transportation and rebuild the mountain ancestral temple, it is better to re-select the complete mountain, Feng Zhengshan, and get a sum of fairy money from Zhengyang Mountain. Zongxiu, who is like a cloud, has an incense. These mountains, which seem to be "broken, like chicken ribs", have actually been gathering wind and water for thousands of years.

To say that Zhengyang Mountain repays the incense, it is nothing more than Jianxiu going down the mountain to practice, go to the territory of three small countries, cut off demons and remove demons, and deal with the evil spirits that some local governments can't really manage. For Zhengyangshan Jianxiu, But it came in handy. In fact, no one is really losing money, and each makes a big profit.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "After seeing the world, Zhengyang Mountain sword fairy acted, and it became more and more smooth."

Jiang Shangzhen echoed: "Zongmen's weather should not be underestimated."

Before the great battle that swept the world, the monks of Zhengyang Mountain, even if they were not heirs to sword repairs, went out and practiced, and they were all known to be domineering and rampant across the continent.

The ancestral ancestors on the Yizhou Mountain, the Fengxue Temple and the Zhenwu Mountain, the two ancestors of the Yizhou military family, the wind and thunder garden that Li Tuojing has not yet solved, the big leech rider rising in the north, the Jiang family in Yunlin, the old dragon city fu Home, the sword repair of Zhu Ying Dynasty. In addition to this, Zhengyang Mountain can be completely unnoticed.

Otherwise, there will not be the nickname of "Aquarius Chinensis".

The breeze city with a fox country? It's just an anonymous clan force in Zhengyang Mountain.

In addition to the Yu Guizong, the Sanzhou native sect of Aquarius, Tongye and Beijulu, no one can own the next sect.

Although Ruan Qiong's Longquan Jianzong has always been regarded by the monks on the mountain as the next ancestor of the Fengxue Temple, in fact, this is not the case. What's more, Ruan Qiong also has the title of the chief consecrated by Dali, and among several heirs, Xie Ling, a talented genius, has appeared. So Zhengyang Mountain is still willing to give Longquan Jianzong a glance.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "This Yuanbai, the life experience is more pitiful. When I go out for a trip, the mountains and rivers float. These years are not as good as the Shaopo Xianyou in our gray Meng Mountain. Very good qualifications, Wei Ying Ying looked in his eyes. Before going to Shenzhuan Peak, Wei Ying originally wanted to ask Zhengyang Mountain for this person. He originally planned to cultivate it well. Unfortunately, it was too nice. He also hurt his life and flying sword. Even if he arrived at Shujian Lake, it is estimated Will also be pitted by Liu Laocheng and Liu Zhimao."

Cui Dongshan said: "Fortunately nothing has happened, otherwise your Yu Guizong's crotch will be full of yellow mud."

Yuan Bai, one of the old "shuangbi" swordsmanship of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. He made a deal with Zhengyang Mountain, changed from Qingqing to Zhengyang Mountain, and then asked Huang He, the owner of Fenglei Garden, to ask the sword for a fight. Yuan Bai was not injured, but successfully delayed the Yellow River's breakthrough and entered the five realms. .

Yuan Bai is now recuperating Xuefeng. The kendo achievements of this life are not so high.

In addition, on Zhengyang Mountain, there was a young sword repairer who had almost become the descendant of the Longquan Jianzong ancestors. After he transferred to Zhengyang Mountain, he practiced breaking through the border like a bamboo.

This retreat is to form a pill. As soon as he goes out of the customs, a peak opening ceremony will be held to promote the leader of any peak.

Cui Dongshan's eyes were slightly cold, "Yuanbai has a maidservant next to her, named Liucai, from the Blessed Land of Aidazhou."

Liucai, Liu Cai.

Jiang Shangzhen was immediately interested, "Which girl is a lottery?"

Cui Dongshan said with white eyes: "For you, it's the kind you can't remember with your eyes."

Jiang Shangzhen lifted Erlang's legs and asked, "That Wu Tijing, as the mountain owner said, was the reincarnation of Li Tuojing's soldiers. He found Tian Wan's mother-in-law and took it to the mountain to practice, just to disgust the Yellow River and Liu. Baqiao?"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Not far apart."

Wu Tijing, a young Jianxiu born out of nowhere. Destiny flying sword, mandarin duck. In addition to the rumors, he also has a secret flying sword.

As for why secrets are not revealed, they can still be rumored. It is good to know such things on the mountain. It is the same reason as some of the secret records recorded in the history books of Yamashita.

Jiang Shangzhen's gaze shifted, "Still facing Xuefeng, look cute."

For Xuefeng, it is because the two peaks stand side by side, and for the mountain opposite Xuefeng, there is snow all the year round. But the mountain was unknown. I only heard that it was Kaifeng's grandfather to Xuefeng.

A Yuanying Jianxiu who came here once practiced with the companions on the opposite mountain, and the companions failed to rank among the golden dans. After his early death, this lonely sword immortal banned the hilltop. I have stayed on the Xuefeng Peak and said that it is a closed door, but I am really tired of the affairs of the mountain gate, which is equivalent to giving up the seat of the owner of the Zhengmen Mountain Zhangmen Mountain.

It's just that the truth in the secret record of the Master's Hall in Zhengyang Mountain is not so beautiful.

Cui Dongshan tells the story of the landscape that can't escape from life and death.

The confederate of Xuefeng's female ancestor, when she closed her door, saw her whim. After she got out of the gate, she was informed that she was beheaded, and she also lit a soul lamp and placed it on the opposite side of Xuefeng. On the top of the mountain, heavy snow freezes for decades. However, since then, she also had a demon, and finally tried to break the bottleneck of Yuanying's last retreat, fell into a demon, and was beheaded by Jianxiu, the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain, and her sword sword was lucky. , Imprisoned at the boundary of Zhengyang Mountain.

Cui Dongshan really knows too much about the old things in Aquarius. When he and Pharaoh and Bastard were still a Cui Ying, occasionally in the middle of the night, they would take out a jug of wine, a plate of peanuts, used to picking up lights to read at night, and they would easily draw out a secret file on the mountain, the origin of the fairy, the court The mystery, the grievances of rivers and lakes, will turn over.

"I haven't listened to the inside story of these great scenes since I knew it."

Jiang Shangzhen sighed, holding the back of his head with both hands, shaking his head and said: "Climbing up the mountain is nothing more than pouring water into the wine, turning a pot of wine into a large jar of water, the longer you live, the more water you drink, the longer you drink, taste It's getting more and more indifferent. You, him, her, you, they. Only'I' is different. There's no one next to her, snuggling on the side."

Cui Dongshan suddenly laughed, "We had come earlier than we had come by coincidence, and the first-line ancestors had discussed things."

Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the sword light Changhong from many mountains, "The name is well-deserved, and there are many sword immortals."

Cui Dongshan folded his arms and said, "I used to see an empty time shop in a Dongtian site, and there was no shopkeeper, and I was still doing the strongest buying and selling business in the world."

Jiang Shangzhen exclaimed: "I really envy Brother Cui's extensive knowledge."

Jiang Shangzhen suddenly turned his head, "Brother Cui, in your life, haven't you met the woman who made you feel a little bit moved?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head: "Really not."

Jiang Shangzhen rubbed his chin, "Your venerable ancestors, it's a bit weird to say that marriage is feng shui."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "So Lao Xiu burned Gao Xiang before he could charge my husband as a disciple."

Jiang Shangzhen remembered something, and he couldn't help but tweeted: "The man in charge of landscape information at Zhengyang Mountain is really a genius."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Sky Wizard."

Zhengyangshan ancestral hall discusses matters, the sect master Zhu Huang.

The old patriarch of Yupujing, Xia Yuancui. Tao family ancestor, Tao Yanbo. The ancestral master ruled the patriarch, Yan Chu. Hu Shan enshrined, Yuan Zhen page.

Coupled with several other Zhufengfeng master sword immortals, their seats are all in front.

More backward, there was Na Tianwan, who was in charge of Shanshui Dibao and Jinghuashuiyue, and set up a few small and successive credits. She finally moved her seat in the seat where the thunderbolt could not move.

As for Yuan Bai. Nowadays, it is at the bottom of the ancestral hall, and I have a good time. Every time I discuss things here, I close my eyes and raise my mind without saying a word.

Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "We will follow the rules for the opening ceremony."

This is probably Zongmen's demeanor. Jindan Kaifeng has become an ordinary thing that the ancestral hall can not talk about.

Emperor Zhu's face was solemn, "Just creating the next sect is already a matter of urgency. What the **** is the constitution? Can't we just drag on and off again?"

The Zhengzong Mountain sect, everything is ready, but the wind is owed. The original site selection has been completed. The required combat power has been ventilated with many hills. Together, it has finally made up the big cave. I did not want to be in the Dali court. There was a dusty nose over there, and I repented temporarily, even reluctant to recommend it to the Chinese Temple of Literature. According to the family members of the Xu family of the Qingfeng City, the Yuan Dynasty of the Shangzhu Kingdom, the emperor was willing, but outside the capital, some people refused to nod.

Obviously, if you dare to have a disagreement with your emperor, and do not even sell the face of Zhengyang Mountain, then there will be only the mansion where Dali accompanied the capital.

But the problem is that Song Mu, the prince, actually has a good relationship with Zhengyang Mountain.

Therefore, the Taoist ancestor's face is not very good today.

It is not that there is no gossip on Zhengping Mountain in the Aquarius Mountains.

Because Zhengyang Mountain's down-to-earth monks suffered losses, it was too few. In addition to fighting, the accumulation of war power depends more on fairy money and materials. And the choice of each battlefield is very particular, and the ancestral hall has been carefully calculated. It didn't look like it at the beginning. When the war ended and a little rewind, no one was a fool. Shenzongzong, Fengxue Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, the genealogical monks of these old ancestors, in public, did not give Zhengyangshan monk a little face, especially the old patriarch Qin of Fengxue Temple Daguangou, and Zheng Yangshan has always been innocent and hatred, but he has lost his mind and madness. What to say is based on the fighting skills of the swordsmen of Zhengyangshan. Don't say anything about the next ancestor. The next ancestor must have it. Haoran Jiuzhou, who doesn't give a thumbs up, who doesn't feel pleased?

It is also because today the Confucian Temple has banned Shanshuidi newspapers, otherwise I don't know how many such grotesques have spread.

The reason why Zhengyang Mountain is so anxious to create the next sect is indeed a worry about the continent.

But as soon as the next ancestor stood up and the raw rice was cooked into cooked rice, many mountain monks should reassess the situation. They closed the door at most and said a few strange and eccentric words in private. Or, in public, it is not true that Zhengyangshan is half a sentence. Maybe it will be icing on the cake, arguing with others, and actively saying a few good words for Zhengyangshan.

Xia Yuancui, an old sword fairy with the highest rank and the highest level, has a relaxed attitude and smiles: "Let's go around the Dali Songs and discuss with the Yunlin Jiangs?"

Among the top five realms, Zhengyang Mountain is already the name of Haoranzong, so whether there is a next ancestor in his family is not so urgent for Xia Yuancui. Since then, he has spent many years in monasticism, and in his spare time, think about the pastime and beauty of the fairyland.

Sovereign Zhuhuang nodded, "Yes, but who is suitable for Jiang's?"

The Song Dynasty, who has lost half of the country, the dynasty will continue to shrink. Many ancestors in the south-central region have begun to make trouble. If it is not for the accompanying capital and the Dadu Temple, many vassal states in the north-central part are estimated to be tempting. But the genealogical monks of Aquarius knew all about it. The ranks of the ten great dynasties and the Dali will only get lower and lower, and finally settle in the seventh or eighth position.

Xia Yuancui smiled and said nothing. The old sword fairy with the sword on his knees gently brushed the scabbard, and he had already put on an appearance that had nothing to do with himself.

Yunlin Jiang's is amazing, but he still doesn't let him go down for a favor.

Today, the only one in Aquarius is at the Confucian Temple, who can speak. In fact, it is not the Dali Songs who have done many things well, but the Yunlin Jiangs.

Because Yunlin Jiang's is one of the holy families in the whole world, which is the most suitable for "Zhong Mingding's home of food, family of poems and etiquette".

There are actually several ancient genealogies on the side of the Confucian Temple, and the Yunlin Jiang family who migrated to Aquarius and settled in Aquarius are well-deserved descendants of saints.

Ten thousand years ago, Li Sheng personally formulated the ceremonies, and Jiang's ancestors made several great wishes. In "Dali Spring Official", he was listed as one of the six officials with Dashi and Dazai, and he was in charge of the oldest kinds of congratulations. And the surname Jiang is one of the oldest surnames in the world.

An old sword immortal who dialed Yunfeng said in a deep voice: "Since the companion's mansion is over there, let's go to the barren world to accumulate war power, then go. I take the lead!"

Patriarch Yan Chu sneered with a smile: "You are a golden pill bottleneck, you really feel like you are in the battlefield of the old dragon city, and you have some fairy spirits from Li Jianxian. Are you still in the five realms?"

Lao Jianxiu has long been accustomed to the atmosphere of his family's ancestral hall, and he still said to himself: "You are not willing to be involved in danger. I bring my own monk who dialed Yunfeng and passed the Great Wall of Sword Qi to kill the demon at that crossing. ."

Yan Chu snapped the chair handle and said angrily: "You should be the only person who dialed Yunfeng?! The skill is so big, why not directly lead people to the peak, go to the wild world together, and have the ability to smash Natoyue Mountain, I'll be willing to see you off personally, how?"

The old Jin Dan, who had dialed Yunfeng, stood up angrily and had to leave the ancestral hall first.

At the same time, several old sword repairers who had been to the battlefield of the old dragon city had the same attitude. As long as Yunfeng was withdrawn from the ancestral hall, he chose to leave together.

The first-line ancestral ancestral hall discusses matters, which is often the case.

Bamboo Emperor frowned slightly, and this time he did not let the Golden Pixian Sword Immortal leave and said softly, "How can I leave without permission."

Old Jin Dan took a seat again, took a deep breath, and decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Hu Shan enshrined Yuan Zhenye's arms around his chest and couldn't help but yawn, so still boring.

Emperor Zhu's eyes shifted, his body leaned forward slightly, and he smiled and said, "Can Yuan Laozu have a good plan?"

In the face of this mountain protection, even if the Emperor Zhu is the sword repairer of the bottleneck of Yuanying Realm, he is still the master of Yishan, and he is still quite respectful.

The old ape in white wriggled his lips and slouched back on his chair. "It's hard to make iron. When the Sect Master enters the five realms, all the troubles will be solved. When I congratulate with the Sect Master, take a trip to the sea. ."

Bamboo Emperor laughed heartily and clenched his fists: "There will be Lao Yuan's ancestor."

In the ancestral hall, even Xia Yuancui instantly lifted his spirits, and looked to the mountain owner who was so difficult to break the bottleneck that he often talked about his hopelessness in the five realms.

In particular, the Taoist ancestors who served as God of Wealth and Yan Chu, the master of the law, immediately looked at each other without showing any traces.

Instead of serving as the door god's confession, he turned his head and looked out the door.

The Emperor Zhu refused to talk more about his retreat, and changed the subject. He nodded to Tian Wan, who was promoted, and the woman immediately took out a booklet and got up and said: "Zongmen flourishes. Sword Fairy Embryo. Nine of them are still young and have no apprenticeship for the time being. You can choose one of them, Master Patriarch.

The so-called sword fairy embryo is, of course, a young sword repairer who is expected to become a golden scholar.

Mainly from the old Zhu Ying dynasty, once found, it was immediately sent to Zhengyang Mountain. In addition, the broken southern boundary of Aquarius in Zhengyang Mountain. In these years of Zhengyang Mountain, almost every sword immortal needs to go down the mountain to find the sword to repair the embryo for the sect, and secondly, the good materials and beautiful jade that can be practiced on the mountain are the same. do not miss it. As for the Tong Yezhou side, there were also unexpected joys, and two young sword repair embryos were found.

As long as you can become a sword repair, it is a blessing. Because as long as it is Jianxiu, staying in Zongmen practice, you can add a sword of luck to Zhengyang Mountain.

Therefore, today's Emperor Zongzhu certainly has no emotion similar to "as long as Wei and Jin come to Zhengyangshan, willing to let the virtuous".

As soon as he came, he loosened his bottleneck, caught a ray of opportunity, and hoped to break through. In addition, the current Zhengyang Mountain, as the new ancestral gate of Aquarius, has the right place, the right people, and both. It may take less than a hundred years to hope to compete with the Shenzongzong for the position of the monarch on the Zhoushan.

How to make people feel uncomfortable, so Zhuhuang seems to have been younger than a hundred years in recent years.

The Emperor Zhu suddenly asked, "There seems to be some unusual movements in Dali Longzhou, especially the Niujiaoshan Ferry?"

The Xu Family of Qingfeng City bought a dragon kiln from the horse house of Xinghua Lane. In addition, there are some dark incense in the Huaihuang County, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, and Zhengyang Mountain.

It's just that for so many years, I haven't been able to get any useful landscape espionage. Beiyun Mountain's Wei Yun's Piyun Mountain, together with the governor's government office that can perform the right match, and Ruan Qiong's Longquan Jianzong are all The taboo above the official landscape of the mountains and rivers, Zhengyang Mountain did not dare to stretch his hands too long, but there was an unexpected joy during the period, that is, Ye Qingzhu, the goddess of the Chongdan River, who has given Zhengyang Mountain a few secrets one after another for more than a decade It was only through intelligence that Zhengyang Mountain learned that Luobei Mountain, there were several pure warriors with a high level, and it also helped to sort out the incense of Luobei Mountain and Piyun Mountain, such as how to divide the account of the Niujiao Mountain Ferry, and the dragon In the blacksmith shop on the Xu River, Liu Xianyang concealed the identity of Jin Dan Jianxiu, who was deeply hidden.

Today's discussion took two full hours. Just after the two peaks competed for the few sword fairy embryos, they almost didn't ask each other about the sword.

Finally, the hills were smoothed out. Rao Shizong, the emperor of the bamboo emperor, was a little tired. When the discussion ended, Dao Jianguang returned to the peaks. The bamboo emperor left the white ape alone and walked out of the ancestral hall together, overlooking a mountain river. .

Emperor Zhu smiled and said: "Yuan Laozu, the same joy."

Because the guardian worshipped by him, like his suzerain, will soon be among the five realms.

Yuan Zhenye's face was as usual, nodded, and after squinting his hands, he narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. The burly white old ape is majestic.

The Emperor Zhu said in a joke: "A longquan sword ancestor, or Jin Dan sword repair, Yuan Laozu still has to be careful."

The old ape in white clothes chuckled and said: "Liu Xianyang, plus Chen Ping'an, these two small wastes. Be careful? Be careful, don't be careful, don't kill them with one punch?"

Bamboo Emperor nodded, "After all, the identity of the two young people is still more troublesome. One is Ruan Qiong's heir to disciple, and the other is Wei Han's half-pocket bag. Fortunately, our Zhengyang Mountain, after all, is not in the boundary of Beiyue, Ruan. Qiong is also just a military monk in the jade world."

The old man in white said with a sneer: "I'll die if I wait until I'm in the five realms? I really think that if I hold back for more than 20 years, I can get revenge? As long as the two wastes dare to come to death, I will send them a ride."

At the Xianjia Inn in Bailudu, Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen listened together. After all, the protection of a sect gate was not a decoration. The two could only use small means.

The two listened to the brazen words of the ancestor who moved mountains in Zhengyang Mountain. Jiang Shangzhen was silent for a long time, and his face was palpitation. He whispered: "I can't hear it."

Cui Dongshan hurriedly handed over a pot of wine, "pressed and surprised."

Mao Xiaodong, with Li Baoping and Li Huai, and a large number of Confucian scholars in the palace of rituals, traveled all the way to the south and finally came to the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Jianqi Great Wall, no sword repair.

Not only the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but also the hanging mountain, Jiaolonggou, and Yulongzong, have all passed by.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi, which was divided into two, faced the two walls of the vast mountain river facing the wilderness of the world, with many large characters engraved on it.

It's a pity that Dong Sangeng sword cut the lotus lord, Aliang and Yao Chongdao joined hands to cut the sword

None of the city head lettering. The war was tragic, too late.

But on the other side of the city, half of the Jianqi Great Wall was engraved with a lot of big characters, but it was Jiazi's handwriting to shake the mighty wind. It's just that I don't know why, the Chinese Temple of Literature has not erased those letterings.

Nowadays, the horrifying monks who travel the Jianqi Great Wall are endless.

In addition, Haoran world has set up three Xianjia ferries with extremely large scale between the wild world and Jianqi Great Wall. It is said to be a ferry. In fact, it is no less than the capital of the great dynasty, Daxing civil engineering, Confucian temple leader, Middle-earth Shenzhou, Liuxiazhou and Ailaozhou each contribute their own money.

Like three nails, nailed into the landscape of the wild mountains and rivers.

Over one of the ferries, there were almost two hundred sword-like boats hovering all year round, covering the sky and the sun, all of which were Mojia heavy appliances that failed to come in handy during that war. After the war ended, they slowly moved to Quite wild.

At the other ferry, there was only one person who built the city and served as the city guard.

Mojia giant.

The three giant ferry towns are a bit like the Pimazong set in a green town in the ghost valley.

In addition, one of the ruins located on the sea between Jinjiazhou and Fuyaozhou is also controlled by the Temple of Literature.

At the gate of the gate in the wild world, the Great Tiger Master Tianqi, Qi Tingji, Pei Cup, Huolong Renren, Huaiyin, these mighty and powerful men, were in charge of stationing for two or three years.

In a red dress, with a young man wearing a Confucian shirt, Yufeng left the city head and stood on the battlefield ruins in the south, overlooking the large characters on the head of the northern city.

Dao Fa, Haoran, Xitian.

Lei Chi was heavily grounded, and his sword gas lasted for a long time.

Chen, Dong, Qi, Meng.

Li Huai looked up at one of the big letters and sighed: "Aliang on Gou Day, Cheng Tian only knows nonsense. He was good to my brothers at that time, and he blew a basket of cowhide.

I thought there was no truth in his mouth, but it turned out to be a bit fierce. "

Li Huai whispered, "This is the word, the earthworm crawls, and there is only one copy under the sky. Even if Aliang stood in front of me and patted his chest and said it was not written by him, I don't believe it."

Li Baoping was a little sad. "The Great Wall of Sword Qi is no longer supported by the formation, and there will be no battle after the war."

Li Huai comforted: "No more."

Even if it is not destroyed by the great wars, the wind and rain will blow year after year, and the city walls will gradually erode when exposed to the sun. One day, all the city head lettering will be blurred.

An old servant in yellow clothes, with falcon-eyed eyes and thin bones, went south from the city head to the south with a rainbow, suddenly turned, fell to the ground, and fell beside the two people. Come and pay tribute to those city heads.

Nowadays, there are sages of the Confucian Temple and two monks on the top of the city at the city head and the sky, and they have been inspected very closely. In addition, all the demon races in the wild world are blocked in the south of the 100,000 mountains and the three ferries. Therefore, the monks of Haoran travel around the Great Wall of Jianqi, even more so than when Jianxiu is in the world.

Li Baoping and Li Huai are leaving.

The old man looked as usual, but he was distracted, and no matter how good he was, he took the initiative and asked: "This girl, but surnamed Li? Yuan Yuan, who was born in the same line with Yasheng, debated the aisle in the Palace of Rites. Doctrine of body and Taoism?"

Li Baoping turned sideways and nodded with the old man: "It's me."

That debate, according to rumors, was that Li Baoping lost to Yuan Xu.

Li Huai was present at the time and didn't understand it anyway. However, looking at that age, he compiled three "Yi-Jie" Yuan Yuan. When talking about Taoism, he talked elegantly, calmly, and was relatively unpunished. On the other hand, Li Baoping often frowned, pondered long exams, and stopped talking many times, as if he denied himself.

Yuan Xu is one of the ten young people in the world.

It is rumored that the hometown is that of the Qingming world, but it has become a disciple of Yasheng.

The old man regretted and said: "This Yuan Ye, born in the Confucian orthodox lineage, and as a descendant of Yasheng, dare to say what Taoist princes and the most holy predecessor "phase is the beginning".

Li Baoping smiled and said: "Seniors have something to say, don't need to be polite with me."

The meaning of her words, people who can say such things, do not understand the "three" arguments at all.

Since you don't understand it at all, it's not that you have learned from it, so today's set is close to it, and you must not ask for it.

The old man looked embarrassed. He was really neither interested nor fully aware of the quarrels that these scholars had eaten and supported. This trip to the world was very cautious and trembling. He almost didn't let him break his leg. It was very hard. The old man glanced at the 100,000 mountains to the south, not too far from his own den. If he returns without success, it is estimated that four legs can be interrupted by the old blind man.

But although the old man was very anxious, he still looked at himself. He applied for the title, "The old man named Longshan Road, is a mountain repairer in Nanpo Suozhou. He has read some sage books, and sincerely admires the knowledge of Wen Sheng..."

Li Baoping immediately smiled and asked: "Dare to ask the old man, what is the falsification of the sex, what is the clear division?"

The old man in yellow suit named Longshan Gong started to blind again, and felt that the little girl was so difficult to deal with, so she had to be “open and honest” and said: “It's true. The old man does not know anything about the saints in the Confucian Temple, but he only knows about Wen Sheng. In one vein, from Mr. Wen Shenglao's joint three continents, to the strength of the literary heirs, it is really admirable, and there is absolutely no falsehood."

Wen Sheng's veins, right and left, Chen Pingan, Cui Ying.

Left and right here to shoot swords, Chen Ping'an served as a hermit.

The mountains and rivers turned upside down, and Cui Yao traveled across the continent to disperse the fourteen realms and join two heavens and earth to become the second "Sword Qi Great Wall", completely blocking the retreat of the wild world. Forced the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain to distract and open up the three places of the sea, otherwise the scales and weights of the two heavens and the earth would be repaired and repaired within a hundred years. This invisible ritual and music collapsed, which had little effect on the ordinary Confucius, but would affect all the monks in the world. The demon took the opportunity to make a crevice, and it would only be like a wild grass. The monk's heart has no leaks, but it can fall apart. How can Xiao Wule overcome the lack of the world. And the later the patching, the greater the impact on the weather.

Li Huai is a bit boring.

Annoying, it was some mountain monks who saw the wind and rudder, and they came to Wensheng. In particular, the Longshan prince in front of me, after all, copied the thirty-two articles of my grandfather's grandfather, and then came to the court to greet him. At first glance it is not an old river and lake, let alone compare with Pei Qian, it is better than yourself.

If it were not for the Confucian sage who was sitting in the sky, the old man slapped the little girl in red, and then he ran away carrying the uncle Li.

The old man's eyes glanced over the 100,000 mountains. Fortunately, the old blind man hadn't appeared yet, then there was still a chance to remedy it, maybe it was too late, it must be too late!

The old blind man has a bad temper, and he never makes a difference in every shot. The key is that the old immortal blind man has been blinding himself for thousands of years and bullying his loyal family.

There are only a handful of fourteen realms in the world. Why don't you ask Chen Qing how many swords? Why don't you break your wrist with Tuyueshan Patriarch? Old things that don't have four or two bones, they only show their realm with themselves. Old birds wait for dead dogs.

Li Baoping moved, stopped in front of Li Huai, and asked, "Sir, why don't you just open the door and say something open?"

The old man smiled at the caress, pretending to be calm, and said stubbornly, "Well, the little girl has a good eye, and the old man is indeed a bit selfish. Seeing you two younger juniors, the roots are sober, they are one of the best monks in the world, so I plan to accept you as the anonymous disciple, so rest assured, you don't need to change the court of Li, the old man practiced in this life, and has suffered a lot from the top, and has never been able to collect the disciple disciple. So I want to send you a blessing."

Li Baoping shook his head, "The old gentleman is kind enough to lead, as long as the teacher learns art, even if it is an anonymous disciple, it is still incompatible with courtesy."

The old man's abdomen is endless, who is rare in you, at a young age, there is a gentleman's weather, and she is still a lady.

If Lao Tzu wandered through the wilderness of the wilderness world, such a little girl as unsightly to you would catch it with a slap.

Li Huai feels that this old gentleman is a bit funny, sneaky, not bad tone, still worried about what way to fail, so give away a good fortune?

Li Huai asked with his heart: "Li Baoping, would this guy come here to fight?"

Li Baoping replied: "No. He has no courage."

So Li Huai asked with a smile: "Senior Senior, take the liberty to ask, what realm?"

The old man almost burst into tears and finally chatted with the uncle Li.

That big fart Aquarius, dare not go to death, waited for several years overseas, and finally waited until Li Huai went to Middle-earth Shenzhou,

A whole decade, a decade of time, working in the vast world, hiding in Tibet, flying to the ground, living with the Fei Fei and the old deaf, and being a funeral dog for ten years!

The old man packed his emotions and coughed, "The state is okay, there is a small way."

Li Huai laughed: "Then it's not too high?"

The old man immediately said, "High, why not high! Just be humble."

Li Huai extended his thumb and pointed to the large letter on the wall head, "A Liang and I are the brothers who cut the chicken head and burn the yellow paper. It was still Liang Liang chopsticks knocking on the bowl, crying and shouting, I agreed."

The old man has the heart to want to die. The old blind man is a sinner. Just accept such a disciple to harm himself?

The old man's heartstrings were tense, aware of the suffocating majestic momentum, as if he was beginning to approach the Great Wall of Jianqi.

The ten years of bitterness that can't be worried, in exchange for a bleak ending that was beaten to death.

The old man fell to his knees and prostrate to the ground, "Li Huai, please, please promise to practice with me. As for the teacher or whatever, you are just as happy."

Rao is a little dumbfounded by Li Baoping. What is this Longshan Duke running out of nowhere?

Li Huai was even more shocked.

Sure enough, all the blessings that came to the door under the world must not be. This old gentleman was confused, and he practiced with him.

An old blind man of short stature appeared beside Nagongsong out of thin air, slammed down and clicked, oh, hey, the old man in yellow clothes had broken his entire spine bone and immediately collapsed to the ground.

The old blind man sneered: "Waste stuff, you can't do even such a small thing. Wandering around in the vast world, did you eat **** for ten years?"

The old blind man turned his head to "look" at Li Huai, asked with a straight face: "Are you Huai Li?"

Li Huai asked, "Can I?"

The old blind man smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Huai looked sincere and nodded, "I think it's okay."

Li Baoping frowned slightly.

On the other side of the city, a sage of the Confucian Temple, a soaring realm, and a sword repair in the fairy realm, there was no movement.

She then breathed a sigh of relief. At least these two old men were not gangsters who would riot.

The old blind man sneered: "Your boy and that dog day are brothers? That would be great."

As a result, his seniority is high.

The old blind man pointed his finger at the guide, "Boy, as long as I am my heir, the 100,000 mountains and the scrolls in the south are all under the jurisdiction. The golden armor, the demon clan, you are the driving force."

Li Huai bit his face bitterly and lowered his voice, saying: "I am arrogant, why did you overhear the elders, how could you be taken seriously? This kind of words can't be spread arbitrarily. When the old fairy heard it, we both couldn't eat and walk around, why bother."

Li Baoping stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows.

On the way when he came, Li Huai was indeed in private, so bragging does not make drafts. Li Huai and the elderly are now roughly the same, anyway.

As for the old man who shot fiercely and stepped on the backbone of others, Li Baoping has guessed his identity, the "old blind man" in the wild world.

Because the Longshan Duke, who "received his apprentices to kowtow and ask for help," has a clear broken spine, he can still be "comfortable" lying on the ground, and still has some eyes to play with. He has been secretly looking at Li Huai, and the old man in yellow only has a broken face The jar broke, but there was absolutely no injury. Changed to any person who cultivated the Tao, the body was tough again, and then the magical power was great, and it was the time for the look to be depressed.

The old blind man pointed to his own eyes, and the orbits collapsed without eyes.

If the monks in the upper five realms under the ascendant realm, dare to perform magical powers, looking directly at this, it is estimated that the soul of the gods will fall into the bottomless abyss on the spot, the soul of the gods will be stripped off, and it will be reduced to the six gods without a master. There is a pair of skin puppets.

Li Huai blinked and asked tentatively, "Is it the old senior most admired in A Liang's life? Every time I talk to me about the senior, that guy will bathe and change clothes, and talk about the hero's heroism and feats. Aliang will cry again and again."

Li Huai means that I want to say that I am more **** than Aliang, and I am not qualified to be your apprentice.

The old blind man rubbed his chin, a good disciple, who could speak and would not be bored again. The vision of his own apprentice is really not bad.

In fact, since the separatist world has been seized for 10,000 years, it is not without demon monks, hoping to make the old blind men "add blue eyes" and become the heirs of a fourteen realm monk.

It's just that the poor worms that speculate and have more tricks than one are trying to please the old blind man, but all of them have become the dish of the "old man in yellow".

The old blind man's idea couldn't be simpler.

Disciple, I can take it to close the door. Master, don't ask, you'll die if you ask.

The old blind man stretched out his hand, grabbed Li Huai's shoulder, and gently carried it with a heavy weight.

Li Huai's face was pale, his toes stood on tiptoe, his hands were holding the old blind man's dry arm, and he begged Li Baoping: "Li Baoping, please beg for help. Chen Ping'an came home, and I ended up again It's a matter of catching someone to be an apprentice."

Cultivating the Dao in the mountains, for decades at a time, Li Huai was really unhappy. Such things as the realm, whoever takes it.

Li Baoping said seriously: "Senior senior, there is no such reason as you. The students and apprentices on the mountain always have to tell you what you want, and they will follow the circumstances and come into being."

The old blind man smiled and said, "Little girl, don't think that if you have a big brother who is not close, you will be able to break some things with me. Li Xisheng is still too young now, and the realm is far from enough. As for whether he can be in the world. The wish is even more a matter of two words."

Li Baoping smiled and said: "You said countless."

However, Li Huai had a nameless fire. This old blind man was too much.

With his hands clasped in that arm, Li Huai flew up with just one foot, kicking on the chest of the old bastard.

The old man in yellow who was lying on the ground enjoying the blessing almost did not stare out a pair of dogs.

The old blind man didn't move at all, just reached out and patted the dust on his chest, smiled and smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, it looks like I'm closing my disciples."

Li Huai was a little guilty and used the inexplicable martial arts method to gather into a line and tremble with Li Aquarius: "Aquarius Aquarius, I have some soft legs and no guts at this time, stand They couldn't stand, they didn't dare to kick anymore, I'm sorry.”

The old blind man laughed and said: "Benevolence is righteous, it's quite right. If you change to Chen Ping'an, you don't dare to do that."

As a result, Li Huai was bold and bold, and he flew again.

The old blind man yelled, "There is potential, it's pretty good."

The old man in yellow is like having suffered two catastrophes, and suddenly he starts to worry. This uncle Li is really going to be the heir to the old blind man. It is estimated that the days will not be too uncomfortable.

Above the city head, a sage of the Confucian Temple asked, "Is it really okay?"

Mao Xiaodong said with a smile: "A hundred thousand mountains that can accommodate several swordsmen from the north, is not a place of black smoke. A person who can be a friend with Aliang, a person who can be respected as a senior by my husband, needs me to worry about something. "

The old blind man "glared his eyes" at the head of the city, a scholar who was born in the line of Wen Sheng, who really could talk.

The old blind man withdrew his eyes and faced with this very pleasing Li Huai, he was a little bit desolate and Yan Yue, saying, "When I was a disciple of mountain opening and closing, I need to stay in the mountain to practice, just wander around two worlds, the one on the ground, see if there is, It will be your follower in the future."

Li Huai said with a sad face: "What can I do, how can I let senior Longshan Gong protect me."

One of his mothers would kowtow towards herself. Where can the realm go? It's hard to tell whoever protects. The key point is that this old predecessor on the ground has nothing to do with his own style. That is not at all a way. Even if we get together, we certainly can't talk to each other.

The old blind man had a good temper and smiled and said: "Yes, it is my disciple, and dare to look down on an ascension. Very well, then it is not necessary to live."

The flying ascendant on the ground, seeing a bad chance, stood up with a thunderous thunderous momentum, and begged hard: "Li Huai, the grace of today's life, I will definitely report it to death in the future."

Who is the old blind man? It is the clearest. It is definitely not a joke.

Li Huai asked: "Can you stop being an heir first and be an anonymous student?"

The old blind nodded: "Of course."

Li Huai sighed, glanced at the old blind man behind his hands, and then at the old Senior Longshan Duke with a smile on his face. What does it all mean?

Li Huai quietly said to Li Baoping: "When I learn the skill, I will help you beat this bearer master. Anyway, bearer is not remembered, it doesn't count as a bully."

Li Baoping laughed: "Older seniors can hear it."

With a smile, Li Huai walked quickly to the old blind man, rubbing his shoulder skillfully.

Chapter end