Chapter 219： Taoist poem

The young Taoist stood up, took care of the clothes, strode into the embroidered square, a kind of generous and righteous look, loudly: "You first listen to the path!"

All the people in the room looked at the foreign priests, and they looked different. The gods and the sects of the sects were tied with a black rope. When the teenager saw the Taoist Zhang Shan, they were somewhat unhappy and took off the ropes. The rope is like a snake, stretching in the air, and immediately bundled up the young Taoist. Zhangshan, like a scorpion, swayed and almost fell, and finally stood firm.

Shenzongzong teenager sneered: "Why should you listen to your nonsense? A false priest from unknown sources, who dares to make noise, will directly throw you out of the yard."

The Taoist Zhang Shan is angry: "The name of the small name is Zhang Mingshan, from Jialuzhou, and the teacher from the Linglong School is a real person. The trail is a son of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which is well-known for his genealogy! The bottle is honing the heart of the road, in order to complete the test of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate. As long as the trail returns to the hometown, it can become a registered Taoist priest of the Tianshifu Golden Jade. You are a god, a great prestige, dare to insult the Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Zhang family!"

The gods and gods who have not experienced enough in the rivers and lakes are a little embarrassed, and they have no arrogance for a time.

Obviously, it was shocked to the "Longhushan Tianshifu". It’s really unfounded to take the gods and the wrists.

The shadow of the famous tree of people can be passed on to the ancestral gate of Baoliangzhou. No one is provoked.

The Dragon and Tiger Mountain in the Middle-earth Shenzhou is even more famous. It is not affiliated with any of the Taoist three religions. It is a system of self-reliance. The priests of the gods are certainly heard, but they are limited to some ghosts. The legends of the city are mostly rumored by the people of the city. The ordinary soldiers on the mountain will not take it seriously. It is only a joke to listen to, but the gods are the sacred head of the sacred door, for the dragon and tiger mountain Tianshifu The real heritage, know far more than others, Zhang Jia Tian Shi palm print, holding a sword, the road is boundless, killing endless, it is really in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, the gods are also able to rank among the top ten Five immortals, this is a bit like the sacred head of the gods, and the eternal status of Tianjun 祁 in Dongbao Pingzhou, so it is easy for Shenzong to understand the fairy tales of Longhushan.

Taoist Zhang Shan pursued the victory and looked upright. He stared at the old-fashioned leader who looked at the eyes. "Yang Huang is a former disciple of the gods, and it is a love word. It is the path of these outsiders. I think it’s okay to sing a tear for sympathy for the couple. As the head of the Baojuan dynasty, Shenzong is sure to have the right match.”

The youngest child holding a long wooden strip, the god-in-law Xiaodao Tong, gently pulled the sleeves of the girl Taoist, and quietly asked: "Sister, I think that Zhang Tianshi is quite right, what do you think?"

The girl with a green and yellow bamboo whip at the waist shook her head: "Don't be honest, don't take it seriously."

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

But at the same time, he had some doubts on the side of the roof of the embroidered building.

Taoist Zhang Shan wanted to reach out and point at the nose of the old man, so as to increase his speech, but found himself **** and steadily, he simply jumped forward and sneered: "Not to mention the old fairy." It is Yang Huang’s past generation of brothers and sisters. He has many years of fellowship. He met with him today. He met with his own knowledge. Why did he meet with swordsmen instead of arms and arms? How, I’m a teacher, no matter if I’m on the books or not, just swim. Fang Sihai, as long as they meet each other, they must see each other as they are, but you have no such atmosphere. If the path is a child of Zhangjia, Longhushan, it is also a mountaineering person, but also knows that law is nothing more than human feelings. The obvious truth."

The young Taoist finally changed his tone and smiled and said: "The old fairy is long, it should not be an old complaint with Yang Huang, so regardless of the Zongmen temperament, do you want to force the couple to die? But the path feels like this The possibility is not big, the old fairy looks at the open-minded person, this time, the small road Zhang Shan will inevitably be famous for the old fairy and the gods, even if it will come to the ancestral authentic Dragon and Tiger Mountain, just mention God, you must give your thumbs up!"

The old man with his hands squinted and laughed and said nothing.

The young Taoist who stood on the wall suddenly said that no one could understand the words. The Taoist Zhang Shan was somewhat confused. Unexpectedly, the young Taoist who had the sword and bells turned back to the Baopingzhou Yayan, condescending and pointing his finger to the Taoist Zhang. Shan, angered: "You are a liar, the poor road to the Luzhou official words to ask you, why can't you answer a question?! In Dongbao Pingzhou, dare to pretend to be a child of Longhushan Zhangjia, is a rebellious Yizhou system. Do you know that God Shinzo is qualified to take you down?! Don't make a mistake!"

I didn't expect to encounter a **** who could blow the snails more than myself. The Taoist Zhang Shan was so angry that he began to use the real Jialuzhou yayan to yell at the young Taoist priest, and then turned back to Baoliangzhou, "Yuankou, yellow, upside down." Black and white, a good god, a treasure bottle king!"

I never thought about the young Taoist priest on the wall. I ignored the Taoist priest Zhang Shan and turned to look at the old man. He smiled and proposed: "Master, it has been preliminarily determined that this person is not from Jialuzhou. As for whether it is Longhushan Zhangjia Disciples, but also need to slowly determine, it is better to take it first, throw it aside, let's clean up the portal first, and deal with the other ghosts and ghosts to talk about other?"

The old man seems to be moving, and he is about to speak. The big knife, Xu Yuanxia, ​​can’t help but feel the bad breath in his heart. As I said before, holding a sword, come forward and take a step forward. Laughingly said: "Under the name is only a nameless pawn, there is no way to sell what the gods of the gods are selling, but if the priests want to punish Yang Huang, do things according to law, Xu will listen to the ears and teach the ancestral head Xianjia The golden rule of the gold, there is no way to follow, but if you do not give a statement, you must kill Yang Huang couple, Xu is a fight for a hundred and a few pounds of meat, only a knife in the hand, but also to teach The Heavenly Law of the Immortal Masters!"

Suddenly, the sect of the sacred sect of the demon is suddenly asked: "Since you claim to be from the Xiaozong sect of Longhushan in Jialuzhou, can you have a customs clearance? You can prove that you are from the city of If you can't prove it, if you fake the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Tianshi, you can't eat it."

The Taoist Zhang Shan face has a difficult color, showing a hint of hesitation.

The big knives have some headaches. I thought that if it was a small Taoist priest, and pretending to be a distant relative of Huang Zigui on Longhu Mountain, it was not a small crime. It was in the hands of Shen Zong, who had the right to supervise the Yizhou dynasty. of. The owner of a continent, the responsibility, in the final analysis is only four words, but the weight is extremely heavy, called "original Qingyuan."

Taoist Zhang Shan took a deep breath and turned his head and said: "Chen Pingan, help out the customs clearance from the bag."

Yang Gu, a ghost of the ancient house, smiled and turned to look at her. She seemed to see the mind of the husband. She nodded. Yang Huang turned around and said: "Xu Xia Shi, Zhang Daochang, your kindness, Yang Huang If you have a future, you will be rewarded! Today, the gods are guilty of a statutory sin, or they are revengeful by private grievances. Yang Huang and Jing Jing are all responsible. They are just Xu Xia Shi, Zhang Daochang, and the little brother named Chen. Don't think that the people of my gods and monks are so human, it is not like this, it is not like this!"

At the end of the day, Yang Huang laughed and laughed, as if he had lived for a hundred years, his mood has never been so easy and happy, he extended his thumb and pointed at himself. "My **** is a sect!"

Slightly paused, the ghost Yang Yang pointed his finger at the old man. "After you are a kind of idiot that does not cultivate your heart, it is a minority. It is no wonder that a hundred years of light and bullets have passed. You Zhao is still a five-dimensional repair, haha, a hundred years. Before, I was Yang Wu, who was already a martial artist. If you remember correctly, you Zhao Wei was only in the middle of the world. It’s a good place to stay in the world. The most retained one is your misconduct. The bastard!"

In some words, the man in the old house was unscrupulous and hearty, but it was quite embarrassing for the old man to listen to the face of the ancestors. In particular, the young Taoist who called the old master as the master, murdered and exposed, behind the sword in the sheath is ready to move, turned out to be a sword repair.

However, Yang Huang’s words just happened to poke the heart of this person. Master Zhao Wei stayed in the three borders for several decades. The young sword repair has been stagnant for a long time in this realm, step by step from the stunning sword to repair the embryo. It became a beautiful jade that is expected to be in the middle of the five worlds, and slowly became an embroidered pillow with a promising future. It is almost impossible to refine a flower shelf of the flying sword in his life. His position in the gods is also within a short period of ten years. It has plummeted.

In the past, he was able to talk to the golden boy and girl who had a good reputation in the past, and occasionally chatted a word or two.

What is the honor? !

In particular, the aunt and the female aunt who accompanied the white deer around her, when she was chatting, she also showed a smile.

What a rare beauty? Even with a courtesy smile, what about?

I must know that she is a woman who is hard to find on the land. Moreover, the Fengxue Temple Jianxian is the youngest Shangwujianjian in the 1000-year history of Baoliangzhou.

At the end of the day, he can only follow a hopeless master of the avenue, with these small children in the muddy pond at the foot of the mountain, crawling and rolling, beautiful and experienced, and killing some spiritual wisdom along the way. Open the femininity, drop a few heads of the mountain-water monster that have not yet been transformed into human form, and then entangle with the messy gangsters and tree demon ghosts. What is this?

When he was angry, he was going to have a sword.

Anyway, it’s also a sinister tree, and it’s not enough to die. It’s also bad for itself. It’s also Sanjian Jianxiu. Together with several elders, the golden boy who is in charge of the external affairs of the gods, after all, has accumulated some nod The fragrant fire, if you have a punishment, it is just a face-to-face copying book, what are you afraid of?

A narrow-sounding voice sounded without warning. "The sword can't be squirted."

The people followed the voice and looked up in the same way. The night scenes there were swaying and swaying. The uninvited guest seemed to use the superior invisibility symbol. In fact, the fire was always on the ridge, and slowly appeared at the moment. The figure is a girl who is not so slim and graceful. She can't talk about bloated and obese. She has a ruddy round face and is wearing red satin clothes.

The old man was a little scared and quickly shouted: "Zhao Wei met with Fu Shishu."

The round-faced girl who stepped on a long sword wondered: "Do you recognize me?"

The old man smiled. "The gods and sisters, regardless of the inside and outside the door, there will be people who don't know Fu Shishu, and that is too ignorant."

The round-faced girl suddenly blackened her face and sneered: "Why, I told the Golden Boy that the failed anecdote, the whole sect of the sect has already known about this? Which long-handed woman or idle man told you, let me hear it." After I return to Zongmen, I must thank you very much."

Not only is the old man confused, but in fact everyone is a second monk who can't figure it out.

The reason why they recognize this Fu Shishuzu is not a confession or confession, but the generation of a very high-profile girl sword repair, in the Shenzong ancestors, the most popular, the most popular sword, between the peaks It’s a rampage, and it’s still a little fat girl. It’s like flying around in the middle of the year. One of the things I like to do most is to straighten the sword and rush into Yunxia, ​​and then smash it from the height of Baizhang’s height, only about two feet from the ground. Height, the emergency sword pulls the height, the ground flies, the chic away, the ordinary sword repair who dare to do so? Who would not remember this little ancestor?

Besides, the girl tried to turn at a height of one foot from the ground two years ago. As a result, she slammed into the ground, and even the person with a sword had a very simple inverted onion posture. It was so lonely and there was a good applause. The spectator's children are silent.

Finally, the jade girl He Xiaoliang, who had a very good relationship with her, reprimanded her and made the little ancestor converge.

It didn’t take long for the girl to break through the bottleneck from the five realities, and she succeeded in being in the middle of the five-day Dongfu, and then she began to sacred the sword. Every day, she wandered around the door of the old god’s house in each mountain. The ancestral elders who are accustomed to the clean practice are tireless, but the young grandfather of the girl was a preacher of the sacred sect of the sacred sect of the sacred priests, so the temperament of the temperament of the prince is true, only the teacher Descendants even have a preference for treating golden boys and girls.

When the girl looked at the expressions of the crowd, she immediately knew that she wanted to swear, and said that she missed her mouth. She wanted to go to the sword on the spot, but when she thought about the confession of her sister and the yak, she had to endure anger and Shyly angry, standing on the ridge with a slap in the face, began to brew wording, early to send the pair of insignificant old men and women.

Like many martial art, Shenzong is divided into internal and external gates. Before He Xiaoliang was separated from Shenzong, Jin Tongyu and her daughters were one of the most rare events. In order to experience the pride of two heavens, Specially let the two younger generations intervene in the external affairs. Of course, they are not directly throwing them a big one. They are arbitrarily exclusive, but they are similar to the secular dynasty’s Yushitai officials. They have the power to supervise the hundred officials, and He Xiao When they are cold, they will also be given the task of fully handling certain external customs. They will have the right to give up the approval of Zhu’s specific advice on how to deal with affairs, and then hand it over to the external gate to be responsible for Yamashita’s world affairs. Disciples, as one of the experience, the final result, He Xiaoliang and the two have the right to inspect and assess.

Therefore, He Xiaoliang, the Taoist woman of Baoliangzhou, was indeed deeply cultivated by Zongmen, but decidedly to leave the Shenzong, not to mention that outsiders did not understand, that is, inside the gods, many elders and grandfathers felt incredible. Only when he was angry, he said that Xiao Xiao is a white-eyed wolf.

It is actually a sacred sect of the gods, and he is very attached to He Xiaoliang, who is the best in Fuzhou. It is the so-called deep hatred of love.

Yang Huang sent a secret letter to Shanmen. God Shinzong received it early in the new year. At that time, He Xiaoliang had not left Zongmen, and Jin Tong also had a conflict on this letter. Jin Tong first wrote the pen and approved it. The content is generally properly disposed of, not too harsh and harsh, it is excusable. He Xiaoliang gave the opposite opinion directly. Zhu Zong’s wording was extremely strict. He said that Yang Huang was a **** disciple and he was a devil. He should be severely punished for not paying the loan.

However, He Xiaoliang's disposition of the female ghost is almost the same, and he chooses to ignore it.

Because of the dispute between the two sides, Yang Huang’s secret letter was temporarily put on hold, and the gods were outside the gate. On this matter, in the matter of reason, and the unspeakable general trend, more or more inclined to He Xiaoliang at that time. But no one thought that He Xiaoliang was suddenly not a **** disciple. Even the identity of a continent jade girl was abandoned. The golden boy who loved Xiao Xiaoliang for many years seemed to think that the secret letter was too suffocating, not I am willing to pay attention to it a little bit, and he has to deal with the things at hand, countlessly, and then throw it to the outside door, a law enforcement elder, only to say that it is handed over to the disciples who go down the mountain, and it’s cheaper, no need to consider the contradictory above. Zhu approved the content.

The follow-up matter is very clear. Zhao Wei seized the opportunity and personally reported the private venge.

But the round-faced girl named Fu, I don’t know where to hear the incident, I sneaked all the way to follow, just to be able to distract my heart, not to think about the **** golden boy in the gods, she’s flying over thousands of miles, so I’m not happy. There was occasional turmoil along the way. After I heard that it was the rumor of the sacred sect of the sacred sect, the ruthless martial arts master and the mountain overhaul, I wished to treat her as a bodhisattva.

The words of Fu’s young girl can be faked, but the rare lotus crown that does not dare to surpass it, and the golden jade that is draped with the waist, can’t fool people.

After the round face girl appeared.

The big knives and the Taoist Zhang Shan all understand the fate of the Yang and his wife. It is not something they can control. It doesn't make sense to say more.

A "senior" of a godly sect is enough to say only one sentence.

Yang Huang took the hand of the female ghost and looked up at the girl. She smiled calmly: "The shackles of Yang Huang and Jing Jing are all based on Fu Shishu, regardless of life and death.

The round-faced girl squinted at the couple, a dry, an ugly, looks like people can't like it, of course, can't talk about disgust. When she thought of two copies of Zhu’s on the secret letter, the girl sighed and thought that her sister was no longer a god-like person, so what should I do according to that shit?

She cleared her throat and issued a command: "Zhao Wei led the team to get the obscenity. As for the pro-hands, I contacted the local court official. You can see it yourself. Yang Huang and his wife, just like this, as long as Do not do bad things in the name of the gods and sects. In short, from today on, all your actions by the couple have nothing to do with the gods."

Since watching the excitement, the round-faced girl is reluctant to stay in this ghostly place where the landscape is broken, and the sword is swift, and the speed is extremely fast. Others' swords fly, they climb slowly along a curve, and finally enter the sky. The girl surnamed Fu is eager to straighten a straight line, straight into the sky, and it makes people feel shocking. I always think she will accidentally fall. Back to the ground.

Yang Huang remembered something, loudly: "Thanks to Fu Shishu’s previous retreat!"

The old man, Zhao Wei, made a fuss, and sent the girl away. After that, he snorted and turned away without saying a word.

Yang Huang did not like to forget the shape. Instead, he was apologetic to the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the singer: "Yang Huang is filthy and does not dare to send to the immortal."

The young priests who took back the demon and the compatriots who were stalking the ghosts and bamboo whip, hesitated and nodded slightly.

The little boy who held the town's demon wood, swayed and left, suddenly turned his head and made a face, laughing at the tree charm female ghost: "Ugly ugly ugly!"

The female ghost, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked stunned and slowly turned her head, rubbing her face with her hands, and then dare not see anyone.

Between the moments.

The little boy suddenly stopped, so he stood still and stood still, not that he didn't want to move, but he didn't dare to move.

Among the group of people, the disciples who are truly the most patriarchal is the ethical sword of his natural intuition, not the twin brothers and sisters, not even the idiot sword that "has been in the three worlds for many years." repair.

He quickly turned his head and looked around.

The little priest clung to the town demon wood engraved with "the ghosts bowed his head", his hands were full of sweat, he slowly shifted his line of sight, the ugly ghosts did not say, the sick scorpion Yang Huang, only rely on a **** The big knives of the mighty warriors are most likely to be the Luluzhou Taoist of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, and the last is the expressionless reciting boy.

The young politician who looks like this, in this way, falls into the eyes of others, only to be the child’s heart-like play.

Only Chen Pingan extended **** and quietly made a strange gesture of going forward.

The little priest hurriedly blinked, swallowed, and finally forced a smile. He and the instincts made him feel dangerous, and waved goodbye.

The little priest is sorrowful while flying, Mom, this guy is a strong and powerful, how is it like the old monster in the Five Kingdoms? And it is still the kind of monk who often goes down the mountain and kills him.

The little priest did not think about going to the line, and Zhao Zhao’s mentor killed a rifle because it was meaningless.

On the road of practice, besides asking for the road, it is better to have more than one thing, but it is not nonsense.

The little priest ran and ran, and he smiled a little.

Wow, it’s exactly the same as what my master said. There are also high-ranking people in the mountains! Doesn't this hit yourself? After going back, I must tell Master that the person I met was at least the old monster of Jin Danjing. Maybe it was a ten-day fairy, stinking, pretending to be a teenager, scared him to almost slumber...

The priests ran fast, and they also came to a jump, and said with pleasure: "Oh, this is not a loss."

The younger brother in front of the hand-picked veranda has turned his head at the same time.

The little priest immediately put his breath in the air, and after landing, the old man continued to move steadily.

On the side of the embroidered building, after a storm, although the men and women in the old house were scared from beginning to end, they were the rest of the robbery. The couple shook hands and smiled. Everything was in the air. I hope that the burden will be exhausted and the pain will come.

The Taoist Zhang Shan smiled at Chen Pingan: "Sword Xian Jian Xian, see no, such a young sword fairy, powerful?"

Chen Pingan has some helplessness.

The rain has stopped, and the young Taoist priests look to the sky at night and sigh with emotion: "I really want to sing a poem."

The big knife knife laughed and laughed.

No matter what, things finally have a happy ending.

This is better than the daytime for the day, the demon is successful, the wine is drunk, and the big man is happy.

The old man who fell to the ground was on the side of the three-in-one courtyard. He finally woke up and immediately swept away. As a result, he saw the unidentified masters and men, and lowered his heart slightly. Yang Huang whispered to the old man: "All the past Now, don't worry about those sneaky villains in the future."

The old man was first stunned, then he cried and fell asleep.

The sly female ghost slowly moved her torso, "wandering" in the past, gently holding the old man's shoulder, gently comforting: "It's okay."

Nothing is light, no more bitterness, and the ghosts Yang Huang laughed and said: "Xu Daxia, Zhang Xianshi, and Chen Gongzi! If you don't give up, let us, do the best of the landlord's friendship? Prepare a table of good wine. Good food? Have a drink?"

The grandmother Xu Yuanxia nodded with a smile and asked the Taoist Zhang Shan and Chen Pingan: "What is the intention?"

Taoist Zhang Shan smiled and said: "What is it?"

Chen Pingan also smiled and nodded and patted the waist of the wine gourd. "If I can, I want to buy some wine with you."

Yang Huang waved his hand and seemed to regain the enthusiasm of the disciple of the gods. He said: "What to buy wine? The home brewed in the home is not alcoholic, but the taste is really good. After staying up late, eat enough. Chen Gongzi just moved away!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and there was no more stagnation in the old house. Only the people who were not drunk were intoxicated.

After that, the old man smiled and smiled, still continually bowing his tears and hurried to the stove to cook.

The couple stayed in the main room of the three-in-one courtyard and chatted with the big knife.

Taoist Zhang Shan hesitated for a moment, still called Chen Pingan, came to the courtyard veranda, and apologized: "Chen Pingan, the trail is actually the name of Zhang Shanfeng, not Zhangshan, can't help, as a friend, but you have been so long Not too kind."

Chen Pingan sat on the railing and said: "Walking through the rivers and lakes, carefully driving the ship for thousands of years. What is wrong with this."

The young Taoist eyes brightened, haha ​​said: "You don't use the real name to walk the rivers and lakes? Right? Just say, the name Chen Pingan has a good meaning, but it is still a bit cheesy..."

Chen Pingan turned his eyes: "It's my name!"

The young Taoist was a little embarrassed, silent for a moment, he remembered something and whispered: "What did you do before sending a ball to the trail?"

Chen Pingan said in a heart that he couldn't help himself, and then smiled and said: "In fact, there was a big fight in the opposite side of the wing room. I went out to watch a fierce battle. The student named Chu was originally a tree demon. After the sword fairy smashed, he dropped the magic weapon that seemed to be called Ajiao. The sword fairy squinted and disappeared. I went to secretly pick it up."

Chen Pingan reached out and handed the ball to the past.

"Sword fairy should be the **** girl." The young Taoist stunned. After taking the hand, he measured it. It was not heavy. He looked down and looked at it gently. He saw a slight crack in his hand. The name was Zhang Shanfeng. The Luluzhou Taoist face was solemn and handed back to Chen Pingan. "It is very similar to the legendary arsenal Jiamao, but this nailball should have been hit hard, causing a flaw in the upper side, but retreating 10,000 steps, A pill is a very rare and expensive baby, although the path does not know how high the price is, but it is definitely a good thing that is not exaggerated in value. You should take it easy, don’t show it to outsiders, as long as you find someone to mend later. Repairing, you can rest on your body, equivalent to a first-class amulet!"

This soldier's Jiamao, according to Chu's own scholars, is the magic weapon of the ancient treasury in the ancient Shu State, worth 3,000 snowflake money.

Chen Pingan did not hide in the sleeves and took advantage of the situation. Instead, he tentatively said: "You also know that I am a martial arts person, and that I have learned the boxing method, paying attention to the past, and not relying too much on foreign objects, otherwise it will Let your own boxing is not good enough, so this nailball, I have little use, sell it to you, three hundred snowflake money, what?"

The young Taoist shook his head hard and laughed at himself: "I don't think it's three hundred snowflakes, it's one thousand two thousand snowflake money. It's such a baby that can't be met. If there is this home, the shabu-shabu will buy it, and the eyes will be I don’t want to worry about it, but the trail is now so poor that it’s hard to eat on a barge.”

Chen Pingan gently throws the ball to Taoist Zhang Shanfeng and smiles: "When you owe me three hundred snowflakes, don't rush to refuse, you think, you will be fainted by the rain." In the future, if we encounter monsters and ghosts again, how can we fight with people? If you put on a pill, you may have a lot of chances. If you have something to gain, you will return to me. When you pay back, Ok?"

The young Taoist sighed and carefully took down the pill that was never daunted by dreams. He sat side by side with Chen Ping, sitting on the railing of the veranda, looking at the sky together and shouting: "Chen Ping..."

Then there is no more, it seems that many words can not be said.

Chen Ping’s hands were on the railing. "You see that I haven’t helped me from start to finish, and you haven’t meant to abandon me."

The young Taoist scratched his head. As a result, it seems to be a little bit wider. Chen Pingan regards himself as a friend. He also regards him as a friend. Between friends, isn’t it so disciplined and everything is stressful?

He suddenly laughed: "If you are like a dragon, the hero has a knife."

Chen Pingan smiled and succeeded. This is to praise the great man Xu Yuanxia.

The young Taoist said again: "Abandoning Wenyou Haiyue, it is hard and full of truth."

Well, it should be talking about himself.

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng turned his head and said: "Chen Pingan, I haven't thought about your poetry now, and I will have some feelings in the future. There will be some, rest assured, the path must be very heroic!"

Chen Pingan couldn’t help but laugh at his interest. He just nodded and said: "Good."

Chen Ping jumped off the railing and ran to the stove. He turned and shouted: "I am going to help cook."

The Taoist Zhang Shanfeng snorted and sat in the same place.

On the other side of the main room, from time to time, the big man’s hearty laughter came out.

The young Taoist changed his sitting position, backed by the pillars, arms around his chest, and remembered the mountain in his hometown. He closed his eyes and sang a small tune of homemade songs, shaking his head and swaying.

Finally, I opened my eyes and the young Taoist whispered softly: "Want to ask this song, who is doing it? Zhangshanfeng on Wudang Mountain!"

Chen Pingan actually thought about things.

Previously, I had a battle with the Chu family, and I had a few martial arts in the three martial arts. Chen Ping’s heart was roughly counted. Among the many boxing methods taught by the barefoot old man, the gods and drums were the most powerful ones. In the middle of the box, in the boxing, then even the case, the scholar of the ancient Shu Shushu, although it is a nailball turned into a bright body, but Chen Ping is actually the limit of the boxing, that is Twenty fists, the gods and drums, and not even a punch, so if you are not a flying sword in the sword gourd, you will be exhausted by the scholar, once the gods are exhausted In one breath, he can free his hand. If he uses one or two weapons to attack, what should he do with Chen Ping?

It is not difficult to escape, but it is difficult to win and kill the enemy.

However, it is also a reward to be able to combine his own boxing method with the attack of the first fifteen flying swords. Even a little bit of seamlessness is also a reward.

Can Chen Ping’s heart deep inside, still feels not full of hearty, after all, it is a little worse.

It seems that the real answer is simple, but it is still not fast enough for him to punch out! Not enough!

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and practiced boxing. In the future, he will practice his sword. If he is not in a hurry, he will always go one step at a time and walk forward in a down-to-earth manner.

He patted the sword and gourd at the waist and whispered softly: "Thank you this time."

There is some sense in the gourd, and the fifteenth began to fly and pluck, very excited.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "But when the two of you are on the scene, can you not be so... dazzling? You are not talking to people about martial arts. You need to report a name before you shoot, and you will be arrogant. Let's not pay attention to this? Just sneak out and raise the sword, you think it is this?"

Hovering for fifteen moments, still, does not seem to be sulking.

In the first day, it was plucked out of the sword and gourd, and broke into the house of Chen Pingqi.

Fortunately, Chen Pingan is now suffering from this pain. The cloud is very light, and he sprints forward with a smile and goes to the kitchen to help.

Driving the sword of the life, just consume the mind, do not need to use the infuriating, but flying swords to kill the enemy, there is a distance limit, and the sword repair realm, or the degree of soul condensation is directly related, want to break the flying sword distance bottleneck, there is no shortcut Can go, for the sword repair is the rise of the realm, for Chen Ping, the Wufu who just won the reputation of "Sword Fairy", it is necessary to stop the instinct of the 18-sword Jianqi operation, and it is more arrogant.

The bottleneck of the first round is a radius of ten feet, and the fifteenth is eight feet.

Not far from the stove, it is a little bright.

"Where is the name of Zhang Shanfeng, where is it better than Chen?"

Chen Pingan slowed down. When he thought of it, he was not convinced. He just pouted and slapped himself. "Hey, Jian Xian!"