Chapter 925

Liu Yanchang's eyes were hot and salivated at the altar. He was very beautiful and dignified. The three Notre dames had already finished waiting for his rotten wife in Liujia village.

In fact, Liu Yanchang has already married, and the original match is in Liujia village.

On this trip to Beijing for the exam, my family is poor. Naturally, I have no money to take my wife.

Liu Yanchang stares at the statue of the third virgin. Unexpectedly, the statue's eyes are reflected in the palace. Two beautiful shadows are staring at him with a gloomy face.

"Empress, this poor scholar is really rude. He dares to blaspheme the gods. Chaoxia will drive him out."

Glancing at Liu Yanchang, Chaoxia was disgusted.

Although she was worried that the third virgin would be with mu Qingxiao, compared with mu Qingxiao's elegant free and easy, the naked eyes of the rogue apprentice in front of her were disgusting.

"Forget it, I'm just a mortal. I don't need to pay attention."

Glancing at Liu Yanchang, the third virgin was very unhappy. She had never met such a mortal in front of Huashan.

But she is a God in the sky. Naturally, she doesn't want to haggle with an ordinary person. She just wants the latter to draw lots to make a wish as soon as possible. It's best to leave.

About ten minutes later, Liu Yanchang forgot the original purpose of Xiyue temple in the future. He had come to ask for a visa, but now he had no such mind.

Reluctantly, Liu Yanchang took back his eyes. He looked left and right. When he saw that someone had left a poem on the left wall, his eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea in his heart.

Glancing around the Xiyue temple, I happened to see that there was still some space on the wall on the right. I put down the book basket behind me, took out the pen and ink, polished the ink, and began to write on the wall.

After leaving the poem, Liu Yanchang looked back at the statue of the third virgin, put away his pen and ink, put on his book basket, turned and walked straight down the Huashan Mountain.

Seeing that Liu Yanchang did not ask for a autograph, he left a poem on the wall. The three virgin and Chaoxia looked at each other.

When Liu Yanchang left, two beautiful shadows appeared in the Xiyue temple as two gorgeous light groups swept out the statue.

Falling on the ground, Zhaoxia walked into the wall and saw a poem:

A red and green god,

Made of clay, wood and gold.

If there is three parts of air in the throat,

Match for the same bed.

After reading the poem on the wall, Chaoxia's face was green and red, and there was a cold killing intention in her eyes. Just now, the smelly birth actually left such a disgusting Limerick.

And there is no rhyme in the poem, which shows the mediocrity of talent.

After looking back at the poems on the left wall, Chaoxia shook her head. The gap was not a bit.

Next to her, the third Madonna frowned slightly, glanced at the poem on the wall, and said darkly, "the morning glow, wipe it off."

"Yes, madam."

With a sound, the long sleeves of the morning glow waved, and the immortal Dharma surged. The words on the wall were like covered with water, and the speed visible to the naked eye disappeared.

After finishing everything, Zhaoxia still couldn't calm her anger and said, "empress, that ordinary people really deserve to die!"

The third virgin is also very uncomfortable in her heart. It's just chiguoguo's flirting with herself. How can she tolerate this practice.

Immediately, the two women turned into Hongguang and swept away in the direction of Liu Yanchang's departure.

When the two women left, the space was slightly distorted. Mu Qingxiao's figure had appeared in the Xiyue temple. Looking at the blank wall on the right, a smile appeared on his face.

It seems that the plot still doesn't deviate. Next, the third virgin cast her magic, which made Liu Yanchang faint, but she was soft hearted and rescued him.

After thousands of years of loneliness, Liu Yanchang married again. It's easy to deal with this simple little girl.

Finally, Yang Jian, the true monarch of Erlang, was so angry that he had to suppress the third virgin under Huashan Mountain.

Afterwards, Liu Yanchang, who has no pen and ink in his belly, naturally can't go to high school. After failing to make it home, he can only live by pasting paper lanterns.

In this context, if a scholar with a little ability has a little brain, he can write and sell paintings to others, but this guy actually goes home to paste paper lanterns. It's just a pit in his brain.

Most importantly, the third virgin followed this guy as a concubine.

At the thought of this, mu Qingxiao fully understood Yang Jian's idea. His sister was a high-ranking third virgin. She was abducted by such a person and was still a concubine.

If he were Yang Jian, it would not be as simple as bluffing Liu Yanchang.

In terms of feelings, mu Qingxiao naturally can't blame others, but Liu Yanchang is just a layman. Among ordinary people, he is the kind of person who has a wife and goes out to fool around.

There is no comparability between the two.

Now, the third virgin is already her own woman. If Liu Yanchang dares to move any crooked brain Sutra, mu Qingxiao will never mind sending him to the king of hell as soon as possible.

When he got back to his senses, mu Qingxiao's hidden breath turned into sword light and rose into the sky. He followed the third virgin and Chaoxia. He wanted to see how Liu Yanchang could hop.

Liu Yanchang is just a mortal. He goes down the mountain very slowly. The third virgin and Chaoxia catch up with him in a twinkling of an eye.

At this time, Liu Yanchang just arrived at the foot of the mountain, carrying a Book basket along the winding road and ready to leave.

Above the void, the third virgin glanced coldly at Liu Yanchang, raised her slender jade hand, and the immortal power surged. A thick dark cloud suddenly appeared in the originally cloudless sky.

In an instant, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, the whole sky darkened in an instant.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the void, the thunderbolt exploded, and Liu Yanchang on the ground was frightened by the sudden thunder. His body trembled and almost went out of his wits.

"Well... It didn't just rain the day before yesterday. Why did it rain again?"

Liu Yanchang was pale and looked up at the cloudy sky. Obviously, he was frightened by a bolt from the blue and stammered.

The dull sound of thunder continued. The next second, the wind roared and the rain poured down. It crackled on Liu Yanchang's face and hurt his cheek.

Suddenly, Liu Yanchang became a drowned chicken. He was in a mess. He also looked handsome before.

During the storm, the big rain hit his face, which made him confused. The rain became heavier and heavier, making his vision blurred.

When the strong wind blew, Liu Yanchang's thin body swayed like a candle in the wind.

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PS: according to legend, Liu Yanchang had his first wife. When Chenxiang committed the case, Liu Yanchang's first wife's son helped him take the blame.

Moreover, Liu Yanchang lived with his first wife and son in the twenty years when the third virgin was pressed down the mountain.

Liu Yanchang's poor talent was not appreciated at all, so that he had to go home and paste paper lanterns to live.

I don't love Liu Yanchang very much, so old fellow iron knows.