"Predecessors, what did the ancestors do to the predecessors? The predecessors actually hated the Huang family?" Huang Tianle suddenly asked for a discoloration. "How do you say... the seniors are also carrying the blood of the Huang family!!!"

"Hahaha, it’s true that you are correct. It’s also the slave’s **** veins of the Suzaku’s blood. After the death of a ghost, the slaves can practice seven eyes with the holy blood, fighting against the thunderstorm for tens of thousands of years. I am not afraid of Xiaohua’s strange flame. Huang Yi was laughing first, then sighed again: “If this is not the case, the slaves have already killed Tianmenshan with one pulse! Now you have to wait for a few, it is also a fragrant love. Let's go!"

"Is the spell so powerful?" Xiaohua’s eyes turned a few times, whispering: "The younger generations have seen the secular people of Zhu in the city of Jingbo, and they have been cursed, but... it seems to use this kind of remedy. Solved!"

Said, Xiao Hua will take a look, will take out one.

"Jingbocheng Zhujia?" Huang Yi will take a hand, and Dan Dan flew to her eyes. It seems to be thinking: "How is this family name so familiar? Where did the slaves seem to have heard of it!"

"Hey? You are a bit weird!" Huang Yi showed seven eyes. After the seven flashes of light flashed, he said: "The material for refining this medicinal medicine is ordinary, but it seems that there are things that are very rich, afraid. It’s this thing that can get rid of the spell!”

"Of course, the spell is a technique of sinful poisoning. It is also related to the cultivation of the person who performed the spell, and the degree of sinfulness of the spell. You are afraid that the remedy of the sin can not solve the spell of the slave!"

Said, with a wave of hand, Qi Dan is flying to the hands of Xiao Hua: "This medicinal medicine is very rare. For the technique of sinister poison, huh, huh, the poison of Jiudou 刚才 is effective! Just now you use This can detoxify, do not have to use the green scorpion venom!"

"Hey, the younger generation is ignorant, really didn't think so much!" Xiao Hua scratched his head, and it was very embarrassing to take over Dandan.

"Predecessor..." Xue Xue walked out of the rabbit circle and stayed next to Xiao Hua. He still asked with concern: "The predecessors have not said how to become like this, how they have survived for so many years. And... ...you have the right to travel to the book?"

Looking at Xue Xue, Huang Yi smiled and said: "The lang is naturally dead. He has no chance of being a slave. He has not become a ghost. For so many years, I am afraid that I have been reincarnation several times!"

"Predecessors, a veteran scholar... Is there such a big charm?" Xue Xue was curious: "Is the predecessor abandoned?"

"The little girl still doesn't understand!" Huang Yi said: "Love has no reason, no matter Xianfan. There is no separation of identity..."

"I understand" Xue Xue hurriedly said: "In fact, the younger generation is similar to Xiao Hua. The younger generation does not understand that there is a scholar who has no hands on the strength of the chicken. What can make the seniors fall in love!"

“Hehe” Huang Yi shook his head and said: “You are wrong. The world is also confused by Xianmeng and Huangjia. What is the scholarship of Lang Lang? He is a Confucianism, but a Ranger!”

"Confucianism? Ranger??" Xiao Hua, look at Xue Xue, the same inexplicable.

"Hey, you don't know. After the ancient times, this Xiaoyu mainland is not just a Taoist temple, but also a different cultivation path, such as demon repair, animal repair, Buddhism, and Confucianism. Huang Yi smiled bitterly. "But I don't know why. Daozong is a big one, and all other cultivation roads are blocked. And Lang is the inheritance of Confucianism, and he becomes a Ranger."

"Hey, the slaves know!" Huang Yi suddenly realized that he said, "The Zhu family of Jingbo City, after the ancient times, is a very famous Confucian family. Their spells are afraid of the predecessors of the Taoist!"

“Really?” Xiao Hua asked some incredible questions.

Huang Yi said with embarrassment: "The slaves are not sure. These are the ones that the lang told the slaves on the same day! And the lang, it is precisely because of the inheritance of Confucianism, the practice of the heart, was discovered by the ancestors of the Huang family, this is Founded by Xianmeng..."

Having said that, Huang Yi is stunned, raising his head, above the air, and it is a slightly thicker thunder.

The power of this day is more powerful than that, and Huang Yi has been injured by Tianlei. This time it is even more difficult. It is easy to destroy the thunder, and her body is a little lighter.

"Yang Lang is harmed by the slaves! Unfortunately, the slaves become ghosts, and they can't see the langs again!" Huang Yi said sadly: "If the slaves are not injured, they are not in the ancient temple. Save, everything will not happen!"

Xue Xue is accompanying Huang Yi’s grief, and Xiao Hua is thoughtful. When Huang Yi avoids a thunder, he will take a shot and take out Confucianism, Dan heart and turtle shell. He asks: “Predecessors, This...but what is your heart?"

"Ah?" and said that Danxin came out, Zhu Hong's Guanghua Dasheng, stabbed Huang Yi and hurriedly put his hand in a block, exclaimed: "This is Dan heart, ghosts and gods easy to open, Hao Ranzheng's heart! Quickly closed, slave Can't afford it..."

But when Xiao Hua hurriedly wanted to put Danxin away, Huang Yi called again: "Mo Ji, Mo Ji, this Dan heart... How can there be a breath of Lang Lang? Yes, it is the heart of Lang Lang. ....."

Huang Yi said, floating a little, strong self-restraint the red light of her body slowly eroding her body, it is very strange to hand to Dan heart: "No, the lang has already died in the cold river, How is he..."

Seeing that Huang Yi’s body was so badly corroded, Xiao Hua did not dare to care about it. He waved his hand and Dan’s heart was within the space.

Huang Yi was very disappointed and sad. His eyes looked at the void. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he ignored his body.

"Also, there are other opportunities for the seniors of the tour. After the reincarnation, there is a practice of Confucianism!" Xiao Hua carefully comforted.

"Oh, Xiao Xiaoyou does not enter the ghost road, I don't know the reincarnation!" Huang Yi smirked: "Although the real slaves are not known, but the slaves know that it is difficult to travel again..."

Having said that, Huang Yi does not seem to want to say anything more. Look at the Confucian costumes and turtle shells in Xiao Hua’s hands. He said: “This is exactly what Confucianism is. Confucianism is the same as the Taobao’s magic weapon. What is recorded above is the practice of Confucianism. The text is not the same as that of my Taoist school. The slaves know some under the guidance of Lang Lang on the same day!"

"However, Xiao Xiaoyou, the slave family will not tell you, the lang is your forerunner's lessons. In the Daoyu mainland where Dao Zong is prosperous, Confucianism can only be killed!"

"Yes, the younger generation... naturally know!" Xiao Hua nodded and took the space of Confucianism and Turtle Shell.

"Booming" Suzaku's hall in the air, is a burst of thunder, and Huang Yi's waist is already empty, obviously may not be able to withstand another thunder, Huang Yi looked up and said: "Nujia natural cultivation ghost road Thousands of years of thunder, thousands of years of thunder, all the time are worried, day and night to think about ways to avoid robbery, today ... afraid of the slaves last robbery! After that, the slaves will never again There will be no such thing in the world, no one will ever know the true story of Xiaocai. In this case, the slaves will tell Xiao Xiaoyou about the details!"

"Predecessors, can't you get into the reincarnation?" Xue Xue hurriedly, she was too sympathetic to Huang Yi!

"Stupid girl!" Huang Yi looked lovingly at Xue Xuedao: "The heavens are fair. If the slaves enter the world in this world, they can't reincarnate."

"This way!" Xue Xue was extremely disappointed, but Xiao Hua was a move in his heart. When he was going to talk, Huang Yi said: "Remember that it was a sunny day, and the slaves met Huang in the cold river." The family’s enemies, who were seriously injured and fled to the Hanjiang River, were blocked by them in the air above the ancient temple. They saw that the slaves were going to die, and they were dressed in a Confucian costume, holding a long sword, and descending like a god, although they knew that they were repairing themselves. For the sake of insufficiency, you can still help the slaves to save the unemployed people! Hey, Xiao Xiaoyou, you are today as the real image of Xiao Lang, this is why the slaves have not been able to start with you!"

Waiting for Xiao Hua to speak, Huang Yi said: "Under the protection of Lang Lang, I waited for two people to escape from the Han River for thousands of miles, and finally took off the strong enemy, but I was also seriously injured. It’s a bitter life, it’s easy to find a spring flowering valley, which is the beginning of the most beautiful memory of a slave’s life! Hey, the little cabbage is the name that the slaves made at the time to deal with the lang! I remember clearly that on the 104th day, the slaves didn’t know why they didn’t send a message. But after returning to the Huang family, the slaves never missed the days in the valley, and they never missed the time until they were there. The slaves know that they have loved the prince, and fell in love with the ignorance, the impoliteness, the indecent assault, the indecent assault, the cautious ceremonies, and even some dull slang! It is him who makes the slaves delay. Don't want to send a message!"

"After that, the slaves... thought for a long time, even in the front of the ancient temple for a long time, only to find the lang..." Huang Yi’s tone showed shyness, some memories of happiness, "good, Yao Lang It seems that like the slaves, even the gods who don’t keep their homes sing in the ancient temples, 'Guan Guanyu, in the rivers of the river. Fairy ladies, gentlemen are good.' The Confucian poetry, seeing the arrival of slaves, is actually shocked and happy. Hey, when it’s the heart, let’s start... We thought it was God’s destined love!”

"Just, a few years later, when the slaves negotiated with the Lang Lang to build a double repair, the slaves knew that the Lang was actually a Confucianism that the slaves had never heard of, and that Confucianism was the enemy of the Tao. The enemy of the world, the slave family can never be double-educated with him!"

"However, slaves don't care at all, just can stay at the side of the lang, all things are not a problem!" Huang Yi said: "Unfortunately, the slaves repaired things that did not grow, after all, they were still known by the owner. It is also the slave of the slaves! The slaves are too naive, thinking that the relationship between Daozong and Confucianism can be narrowed down by the relationship between the father and the daughter, and the slaves can be completed with the Lang and the old dreams."

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