After returning to Fulu Town, he made a slap in the water with Dasong Wang Song Changjing. Zhengyangshan Laojiao did not stay in Lizhai for too long, flew out of the town, in the place where the sandals and teenagers entered the mountain, after a short stay The old man is still returning to his previous punch, carefully observing the depth of the footprints of the teenager on the mud.
In addition, in the vision of the old man, there is a series of faint footprints of adults. The old man guesses that most of the young swords in the wind thunder garden are left behind. When he punches the boy in the mud bottle alley, the man clearly wants to rob the fire. There was a moment of swordsmanship overflowing, although it was fleeting and hidden, but the old man had been through a hundred battles, and in the Zhengyang Mountain, where the swords and swords broke through the bottle, they have been practicing for thousands of years. For the sword and sword, it is too familiar.
This Zhengyang Mountain protector has lived for too long, so I have been too knowledgeable and have seen the swordsmen who are good at raising high-quality flying swords. Among them, there are dozens of exquisite pocket swords, all of which are as tiny as hair. I also saw the sacred flying sword of a mountain as big as a mountain.
After the old man thought about it, he continued to move forward. After entering the mountain, he was first weedy, then a bamboo forest. The ground was mostly the dead leaves accumulated in autumn and winter last year. However, because it is closest to the town, the bamboo forest does not seem ridiculous. All the way to follow the footprints that are not easy to detect, the old man found himself going out of the bamboo forest.
The old man did not go straight out of the bamboo forest, but looked around. He did not see the footprints of the juvenile on the ground. The line of sight moved, and there were no obvious marks on the surrounding green bamboo. However, the old man still did not go straight to the mountain to catch up, but rose up. One foot stepped on the upper end of a thick green bamboo, slightly added gravity, the body tilted to the side of the mountain, and the bamboo bends. At the moment of the collapse, the old man suddenly swells, the burly body is like a fluttering feather, no weight The green bamboo of the burden suddenly rebounded and recovered straight. The old man, such as the immortal Yufeng, stood on the top of the green bamboo. The figure followed the bamboo and swayed slightly. After looking around the square, he looked down at the surrounding area and finally found the clues and tears. Looking to the left hand side of the road, carefully listening to the vertical ears, faintly heard the sound of the stream.
The old man sneered: "Sure enough, as always."
The old man stepped on a green bamboo and ran to the creek on the left hand side. I didn’t know how many bamboos were cut off along the way. After coming to the creek, the young shoes for the sandals went along the stream to the deep forest, or fled downstream. The old man was somewhat unprepared for a while. The old man is on the bank of the river, his brows are wrinkled, and some are resentful. If it is outside the world, as long as it is a little aura of mountains, the old man can simply force the land **** who lost the back of the mountain to force it out. I will know where the boy is going.
This is also one of the sacred magical powers of moving the mountains. Otherwise, other monks will let you practice the law, and the name will be very high. It is absolutely impossible to easily point to the gods of the water and soil, and the roads are different. This is like the officialdom of the secular dynasty. It is also difficult for Shangshu to call out to a small family member, Lang Lang, who wants to do this. The most important thing is that the military department and the foreign minister are not on the temple.
The old man listened to the sound of the water and fell into meditation.
According to common sense, the young man is 80% from the small uphill into the water, and he may have studied the technique of breathing and breathing. This is different from ordinary people's body, light and hard, strong and strong. So that I can play the game of catching mice with the old man in the lane, so that I can hide in the depths of the jungle that is familiar with the road. It is reasonable and reasonable. If it is purely juvenile, I used to rely on a **** blood to revenge. After being light and heavy, I gradually cooled down. Naturally, after I started to fear, I ran to the blacksmith shop in the south and sought the shelter of the teacher. It is also reasonable.
The former is just time-consuming, and the latter consumes a lot of energy, and even consumes the incense of Zhengyang Mountain.
The old man went straight to his heart and blurted out and said: "This boy must die."
After saying this, the old man had no doubts and chose to go downstream to the stream.
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To the south of the town, there is a yellow mud road, winding and twisting. On both sides are the rice fields and crops of the town people. The small road is halfway. There is a small temple with a white wall and black tiles. It is a temple. It is actually a place for the rest of the people to rest. The land, especially during busy seasons, hot summers or heavy rains, there is no place to cover the rain and rain, it is a world apart.
At this time, Chen Ping and Ning Yao are here to discuss the rest.
Ning Yao’s heart is bright and clear, and at night, it’s easy to find the charcoal graffiti on the wall full of childish children. Most of them are names. Most of the low places are already mottled, or they have been tampered with, or overlapped. Stack, just a higher place, there are some clearly visible names, Song salary, childish, Zhao Wei, Xie Shi, Cao Yu... a long string, estimated to be riding on the neck, even standing Ning Yao even saw the names of Liu Yuyang, Chen Pingan and Gu Yu, and they gathered in the highest place in the upper left corner, which seemed to be less gregarious.
Ning Yao took back his sight and asked: "In any case, the first step is to do it. It has forced the old man to breathe for the first time. Then you really have to go to the town to get back the wooden bow? Will it be too risky? In case the old man is very cautious, there is no trouble to go up the mountain to find you, are you not a sheep into the tiger's mouth?"
The sandals and teenagers have been exhaling in excitement. The length of breathing is not fixed. Everything only looks at the feelings, pursuing the "most comfortable" state. After listening to the sound, the eyes are determined and said: "No way, the wooden bow must be brought back, or else we I spent a lot of time in the past! And I was in the mud bottle alley, shooting an arrow at the old man, really like Ning girl, even if it is so close, but as long as it does not shoot the old eyes, caused Damage can be ignored."
Ning Yao is somewhat annoyed. "I have said it early, you don't care about the worms! You didn't believe it before, and you didn't listen to it. OK, I am by you, but now that you believe it, you should always follow my method?" ”
In fact, how to deal with Zhengyangshan Laojiao, the young girl who was discussing this matter at the bridge in the bridge, decided to do everything at first. Chen Pingan just let the girl wait for him to go back to the town to find three people, but the teenager suddenly changed his mind. Before Ning Yao walked to the north end of the covered bridge, he caught up with Ning Yao.
After the two had a huge disagreement, the girl with the sword and the sword was very firm at the beginning. You are not a practitioner in the practice of Ping An. Even the boxing style will not be. It is good to watch the play, and help to shake the flag at most. She came to slaughter the old man, revenge for Liu Yuyang, and vent his hatred. But when Chen Pingan asked her **** the old man, Ning Yao was reluctant to say that she only had the ability to press the bottom of the box, walk the world, go up the mountain, go down the mountain, walk alone, no family passer killer how to do it.
Chen Ping did not agree.
This is the time after Chen Ping’s three times to find someone.
Chen Ping stood up and twisted, almost no hindrance to stagnation, and got up and said: "I have a rest."
Ning Yao was surprised: "What is Yang Jiapu's stuff so useful?"
Chen Ping’s eyes suddenly looked awkward, but he quickly nodded and smiled: "It's very useful."
Ning Yao asked: "Will the old lady see through your escape route directly?"
Chen Ping thought for a moment and cautiously replied: "Is not sure."
Ning Yao used the scabbard to draw two circles and a straight line on the ground and asked: "This is the route between Xiaomiao and Fu Lu Street Li Zhai. Where is your wooden bow hidden?"
Chen Pingan squatted down and drew a circle. "It’s almost close to the east, it’s not too far from Mud Lane."
Ning Yao nodded: "Well, even if the old man came directly to the small temple, I will delay his footsteps and get enough time for you."
Chen Pingan is in the middle of the line, draw a small circle with his fingers. "If this is the worst situation, Ning girl, can you seduce him here? It is the place where I first entered the mountain, so I took It’s not long before you get to the wooden bow."
The girl in the dark green robes swears with a knife, proudly said: "I may carry the old man's head and go to your side."
Chen Ping shook his head and said: "Don't be stubborn, be careful!"
Ning Yao can't wait to beat the head with a scabbard. Who is stubborn?
She blinked: "Hey! The person standing in front of you is my Ning Yao, the first sword of the whole world in the future, is it good?!"
The teenager stood up and looked down at the two cloth bags at the waist, in case it was tightened again, he smiled and said: "I know I know, so ah, then don't die in this small place, Otherwise, thank you. I will wait for you to make such a big man, and as a friend, I will be smeared."
Ning Yao said with emotion: "Chen Pingan, you are so indecisive, so advise you not to marry a woman in the future, just find a woman to marry."
The young man snorted and did not refute. Just about to leave the temple, Ning Yao said: "I will send you to the creek first. I will go northwest for a while to prevent the old man from worrying about the safety of the little girl. It didn't take long for the bamboo forest. As a result, I didn't find your trace, and I decided to give up and go back to the town."
Chen Ping thought for a moment and did not refuse.
The young girls rushed to the creek together, and the girls invisibly spit in the rivers and rivers, the water was speechless and the undercurrent was surging. Juvenile breathing is like flowing water in a stream, and the water is long.
The weather varies.
Ning Yao suddenly couldn't help but ask: "The wooden bow arrow smeared the kind of herbs you said, really useful?"
The teenager replied: "It is useful for wild boars of more than 200 kilograms anyway. It should also be for the old man."
Ning Yao no longer speaks.
The two were close to the creek. It was the place where the sandals and teenagers came ashore. The young girls almost broke out at the same time, and they got up and jumped to the other side.
After the girl landed, she held the scabbard and slowed down her footsteps. The teenager sprinted and jumped, jumped across the river, and ran on the ground. In one go, she immediately passed the girl. Chen Pingang just turned her head. The girl said, "You go first. Town, don't care about me."
The teenager continued to move forward and turned to remind him when he ran: "I will bend a little and pick a quiet lane into the town, maybe a little later."
Ning Yao nodded. After Chen’s figure disappeared, he stopped holding the hilt and began to move slowly to the west.
Not long after, the girl stopped her body and stared at the upstream stream.
A burly figure suddenly rushed from the stream to the north bank, falling in front of the girl more than 20 steps, arrogant.
The old man had some doubts. There was no hidden scent of the teenagers. He intentionally or unconsciously squinted at the white-sheathed sword at the waist of the girl. He smiled and said: "Little girl, the person who went to Fulu Street before, is you?"
The girl's hands hold the handle and the hilt, silent.
The old man curiously asked: "Little girl, before I came to the town, although you have been hiding your head, I know that your origins are not simple. It is not the flow of two wastes in the old city of Qingfeng City, but I am very Strange, what are the grievances between you and me, why bother? Or do you have a family teacher and have a festival with Zhengyang Mountain?"
Ning Yao did not say anything, the sword at the waist was unsheathed at the same time, and his body shape flickered.
The narrow knife first arrived, and the ancestors of the Zhengyang Mountain protector squatted down, and the old man actually raised his hand casually, and the arm was tough to open the edge of the knife.
The girl took advantage of the body shape to rotate, and the cross sword swept away and swept the old man’s neck.
The old man also used his arm to open the sword.
The young girl’s first move failed to succeed, and she did not have a close entanglement. She opened a distance with the old man and walked slowly.
After identifying the sharpness of the two weapons, the old man ignored the sharpness of the two arms and smiled. "The weapon is really good, and dare to carry two with you. The millennial disciples of the millennium, or else the rumors of the first-class stalwart of the mountain, I almost thought that you were repaired by another wind-lei garden sword hidden in the dark."
The old man moved with the girl's seemingly careless footsteps, followed her body shape and slightly diverted her gaze. Shen Sheng said: "Little girl, know that even if you are frustrated, you will still not give up, the old man will finally give you a chance. You can report to the Master's life, after which you will be killed by the old man. Zhengyang Mountain will not admit your mistakes, and will not care where you come from, who you are under."
Ning Yao is simply turning a deaf ear to this, always looking for the real weakness of this old man.
After all, she is not the big king who has already touched the threshold of the tenth. She is able to move her head in the face.
I admit that I have already retired too many old sneers: "So don't know how to lift, then go with you."