Chapter 124： Master resurrection

Flowers bloom, the enchantment outside the red lotus water, no matter the morning faint, are flowing with fine brilliance. The people inside are not coming out, and the people outside can't get in.

Five years have passed, and people are like a lantern. Every day, every night is changing. Every tenth and every month is changing.

In the teahouse, in the history books... those years, eventually became a line of small characters, became a period of storytelling.

Past events, look back -

In the first year of Chu’s retreat, his disciples burned down the mountain, and Xue Meng’s teacher stayed in the dead and died and repaired himself.

This year, the word of ink burned a little better than in the past, Xue Meng broke through the ninth weight of the knife of silence, and the teacher went to the lonely moon night to learn from the end of the year, and benefited a lot.

During the period, the ink burned to Yizhou Salt Merchants Changjia, and I met the Changgongzi for private affairs. However, I learned that Chang Gongzi was violently killed before the day. The ink burned in the ghost world and learned that Chang Gongzi and the fake hook Chen had collusion. I wanted to listen to one or two. Who knows that the other party has already killed people, and even the bodies have burned to ashes.

The clue is interrupted.

In the second year of the retreat of Chu, the rehearsal of the Lingshan Conference, Xue Mengde was the first, Mei Hanxue was the second, and Nangong was the third. The sergeant squats in the lower pot and hangs the pot of Guangji, and the ink burns through the deserts of the south of the Yangtze River, all the way to demonize the good, and then return to the forest to practice, where to go.

The third year of the retreat of Chu’s late reign, every year, the glory. In the past, the **** battle at the Butterfly Town was declining, and the cockroach was born. The wild ghosts cried at night, and Xue Meng led the disciples to death. Although it did not reproduce the scenes of the devils in the past, the subordinates still lived in the disaster year.

Due to the vast territory and numerous daggers, the upper cults of the nine sects of the nine sects guarded the borders of the upper and lower sides and built a refusal wall to prevent ghosts from passing through.

Those who are homeless to the poor are all rejected from the wall, and the city is defended against ghosts and defenders. Therefore, the sea in the wall is clear, and the corpses outside the wall are everywhere. Xue Zhengyi has repeatedly negotiated with the Shang Xiu, and failed. At that time, the blood of the disciples who died in the town of Choi Die was put to the east.

At the end of the year, the ink burned in the mountains was received by the uncle's letter, and it was learned that the middle of the chaos was in chaos and re-entered the red dust.

Chu nightning retreats for the fourth year.

The ink burns and Xue Meng fight side by side, and the two sons of the dead and the dead lead the people to sweep the disenchantment in the lower bounds. In the end, in the old town of Choi Die Town, the peak matchup was provoked. Xue Ziming killed more than a thousand evil spirits, and drove the ghosts. The ink rained heavily to repair the sky and cracked the evil spirits with one's own strength.

After this battle, the upper repair circle removed the city defense and allowed the people in the repair circle to enter the customs.

Xue Meng ink burning is famous, the former phoenix chick prestige is unparalleled, the latter due to the remedy of the sky, the enchantment technique and the Chu night Ning is very similar, so it is called "Mo Zong Shi" by the world.

Baiyun Cang dog, blink of an eye.

After the Battle of Lingshan, Xue Meng had a good name, but he was not as self-satisfied and self-satisfied as he was when he was a teenager. As long as he had nothing to do, he worked diligently in the bamboo forest, and he practiced in the winter. I am sick and never stop.

He remembered the words of the Master, even if there is no Shenwu in hand, the pride of the sky is still the pride of the sky, just to pay more blood and sweat, he is no longer born, but the endurance can make up.

Sometimes he used a set of knives, and he fell lightly and gracefully from the end of the bamboo forest. In the sunshine wearing the forest, he turned his head and occasionally felt a glimpse of it, as if he saw the sitting on the rock and played A small figure of the leaves.

This made him reluctant to think of the day again. Chu Xiaoning, who was getting smaller and smaller, saw him practice his knife in the forest. His song was melodious, pointing out when he was in a hurry and when he should be slow.

Xue Meng looked at his head and recalled it, and the sound of the song seemed to be in his ear.

So he closed his eyes and calmed down. When he opened it, he saw a piece of dead bamboo falling and falling. He slammed his knife at the bottom, and the dragon humming, the knife shadow relaxed, and when it started, it sounded like a wave. Hey, it’s a long way to go.

When the Dragon City was withdrawn, he stood up straight, and the dead leaves had been cut into thousands of pieces, silently falling on the side of the boots.

When I bowed, it seemed to be a young, unsatisfied young man.

Looking up again, the eyebrows are straight and straight, and the eyes are clear and steady, like a rushing stream that finally rushes into the lake and becomes peaceful and broad.

Five years.

Xue Meng took the knife and wiped the frost blade with a white cloth. He was about to take the knife back to the sheath. He suddenly heard a rush of footsteps in the distance. Some disciples rushed over and shouted: "Less Lord! Little Master!"

"What's wrong?" Xue Meng frowned. "There is nothing in the panic, nothing. What?"

"Red lotus water 榭 -" The man ran out of breath, his face was red and screaming, panting, "The guilty, the master of sin is gone! Jade, Yuheng elders - wake up, wake up!!"

"When you slam", the Dragon City of the Battle of the World was lost by the owner and fell to the ground.

Xue Meng’s face was pale when he was a beautiful white face, and then immediately rose red, his lips opened and closed, and eventually he couldn’t even remember his own blade, and he flew like a dead man. Nanfeng, almost halfway through the stone, stumbled and stumbled.

"Master!! Master!!!!"

Xue Ziming, who had just taught others that he had no way of saying anything, had not left any scum left in his blink of an eye.

When I ran to the outside of the Honglian Water Margin, I didn't enter the main hall door. I saw Xue Zhengyi striding out of the inside and seeing his son and desperately going to the inside. Xue Zhengyi smiled and covered him.

Xue Meng is dying: "Hey!"

"Well, know that you want to see Yu Heng." Xue Zhengxi smiled. "But he just recovered, lacked energy, and said a few words to me, he fell asleep. You are always embarrassed to disturb your master's rest."

Xue Meng stayed: "This is true, but..." But the five-year time is too difficult. He has a lot of words to say to the teacher. The first place in the conference, I want to tell the master that I have suppressed the ghosts, myself...

"Be sensible."

"..." The sensible word is like the seven inches of a snake, and it is pinched. Xue Meng will also obey. He almost sighed for a long time, but his foot stopped and his neck stretched forward. It seemed that he could pass through the burly father, the hidden door, and the person lying on the couch.

Xue Meng licked his lips, some were not willing: "I will go in and see the teacher, I don't talk."

"I still don't know you? I yelled when I was happy." Xue Zheng gave him a look. "The Lingshan Conference won back. The outsiders were in front of a cold shelf and went home for four or five days. Seeing people tells you how you have made Nangong 踹 from the demon wolf's back. Now even the Li Po of Meng Potang can recite the original words you said. You said that you are not snoring, who believes?"

"……OK."

Xue Meng’s.

"My father taught."

"That is, when did you miss it?"

Xue Meng grinned, still could not help but wonder: "Hey, how about the Master?"

"It's very good, and the master of the crimes has been removed from the poison left by the heart."

"Ah, that is to say that the Master will not become a younger brother in the future?"

"Haha, no."

Xue Meng scratched his head and thought that he would never see Xia Shi reversal.

"Then, is that else okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Don't worry, no, really have to say, that is, he knows that after five years of sleeping, his face is a bit ugly." Xue Zhengyi thought of the look of Chu's late night, smiled. "Fortunately, he still has not much strength. Otherwise, I can ask a lot of things. Oh, yes—"

He suddenly thought of something, to Xue Mengdao: "Menger, arrange a thing for you to do. Your teacher respected him for so long, and missed a lot of things. We rely on us to tell him, we are tired He also sounds exhausted. In this way, you ask your mother to ask for some money and go back to the impermanent town under the mountain to buy some books. Isn't there a kind of booklet that has a year-old story? He is jealous."

Xue Meng heard, not right, this old fox is suspected of being noisy, he has to kick him down to do the coolies.

But I think again, this hard work is done for the master, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept. Anyway, the teacher has gone to sleep again, and he is really not sure whether he will get out of control after entering the house, and rushing to wake people up.

Then he sighed, and he was very reluctant to say: "Buy books and buy books."

"Buy more, talk about the repairs, and buy the lower ones, buy some, Yuheng itself loves to read."

"Oh, good." Xue Meng was very depressed, and a man went silently.

Xue Meng didn't like to read books. When he came to the book stall in Wuchang Town, he looked around and thought that he couldn't find any tricks from the name. He asked him to ask the stall owner: "Old man, you are here to talk about the truth." Are there any books that have changed over the years? Give me a few books."

The stall owner saw the dead man, although he did not recognize this is the phoenix chick Xue Ziming, but he was very excited. He said with warmth: "Xianjun wants to talk about the changing book, of course. There is a history of history." , biography, chronicle, regional ambition, demon spectrum, the manuscripts of the most famous ten storytellers on Lianjiang Lake. Which kind of fairy does you like?

When Xue Meng heard his brain hurt, he waved: "All, I have come over, not bad."

For businessmen, the most pleasant words in the world are not "love you", "worry you" and "want you", but "buy" "not bad money" and "every one."

The stall owner immediately smiled and smiled. He slammed his hand and Xue Meng, and turned and picked him from the pick-up book. Xue Meng was idle, and he flipped over the stalls. He suddenly found a thin booklet that was very interesting. The page he spread spread out:

Comprehension

First: Jiang Yan. Identity: Lin Lingyu, the head of the lonely moon night

Second: Nangong Liu. Identity: Linyi Confucianism

Third: Ma Wei. Identity: West Lake Taobao Villa

......

Such a cloud, with a small head of the fly to write a whole face.

Xue Meng immediately came to the fore. He especially wanted to know where he was, so he went back and forth on this page for four or five times. He saw it as a cross-eyed eye and did not find the word "Xue Meng".

He was very frustrated, and then he was a little angry. When he thought about it, he felt that he was not willing. After turning over one page, he planned to continue to look for it, but he saw only three or four names in the back, and one sentence:

"The compilation of energy is limited. All the rankings are counted in only one hundred, and the next one is a little bit worse."

Xue Meng’s book: "Is this young master so poor??"

The stall owner was shocked by him. When he saw his book in the hustle and bustle, he picked up and calmly said: "Xianjun don't want to be angry. This folk booked ranking booklet is always in a mess, and ah, every land is spread. They are all different. You have to buy a book in Linyi. The first place on the gentleman's list is definitely the head of Nangong. It is a pastime to see this pure, and you have to be angry, you have to be angry."

Listening to him, Xue Meng thinks that there are some truths, and he is still very curious about the other contents of this booklet, so he snorted and took it from the hands of the stall owner and flipped two pages.

This time, he saw a more eccentric ranking.

"The family of the family"

The author has something to say:

The horses on the rich list, and the Taoyuan Villa are eggs, hahahaha~

Master respected, we also began to resume the small theater every day~

Today's bib has:

Doublesaya Shuangye Jun’s dog teacher respects the mirror reflection~ The young dog gives the teacher a gift, and then the master repays the sea otter to the adult dog~ Inexplicably abused how to do QAQ, but the young dog really Knock cute, think sun QAQ

Desolation's dog teacher respects it? The master and the dog are all beautiful, the dog's clothes are staring at me for a long time, I don't know why it is so strange to my attention, I think the star The little gold is really beautiful on the black~ knocking on the beauty~

Frosty one sword, the wife of the meat bag wife ~ dog and Xia Shi really hit the cute ~ ink is very warm oil ~ like ~ ~ and the sister and Xue Mengmeng ha ha ha ha, teacher sister young girl version And Xue Mengmeng~Xue Mengmeng said that he wants to exchange his own sorrowful blue and silver light armor ~~ Xue Mengmeng cried out, he is not based, not not~

Thank you, madam, what?

Reopened small theater~

Hawkers like to buy, buy, and buy, so what do you want to hear in your character?

Chu nightning most hopes to hear: Yuheng elder is a good teacher.

Ink burning 2.0 most hope to hear: you are different from previous lives.

Ink burning 1.0 most hope to hear: everyone likes you.

Ink burning 0.5 most hope to hear: dog things, wake up, don't dream, the saliva flow on the desk!

Xue Meng most wants to hear: the young master is the first, the youngest master is the most handsome, and the younger master is the most respected teacher!

The teacher wants to hear the most: how can the teacher be so gentle and cute, it will be boss

Ye Jingxi wants to hear the most: Nangong Gongzi will not be short-lived.

Nan Gongyi most wants to hear: You are abdicating to let you go, you can be the master.

Song Qiutong most wants to hear: This is a bg text.

Mei Hanxue most wants to hear: Mei Hanxue, ready to play.