The blind old road is holding a mahogany sword, and the tip of the sword points directly to the female ghost of the wedding dress. "In the end, is the demon a ghost?!"

The female ghost with a bright red dress gently twisted the handle of the umbrella and stood alone on the mountain road in the distance, giving a feeling of standing. She walked all the way, the skirt was muddy, I don’t know why she did not use the magic. With the invisible mountain suffocating, it condenses into a clothes that can not be stained with dirt. The red wedding dress on her body is obviously a real silk satin. Maybe it is from the tailor of the Yamashita store.

The female ghost first went to the next wipe and peeled off the whole dough. At this time, the palm of the hand slowly lifted up again, and it was covered with a pale and colorless face, such as the beautiful girl in the mountains, the young and beautiful. If the face is not morbid, it is actually the same as the secular woman. It is close at hand, and even the blind person can't feel the demon in her body.

This kind of great demon, who walks through the city, has long since been inaccessible. As long as he does not take the initiative to approach the Chenghuang Pavilion and the Wenwu Temple, he will not be provoked by the suppression of secular forces. Of course, this kind of big demon is willing to converge. Repressing and killing the heart, not going to be a disaster.

The female ghost pulled her lips and kept her lips moving.

"Dao Changyi's heart and demon enchantment, accumulated innumerable merits, and then came to the body. The so-called "Fei Lei Zheng Fa, the body is waiting to be seen."

The old man’s heart is getting more and more shocked. The inner and outer sleeves in the sleeves have a total of four layers of inverted discs, which are aimed at the monsters, the charms, the feminine ghosts, and the landscape gods. It is spinning wildly, removing the layer of exquisite charm, and the other three layers are all rotating large earthquakes. This shows that this object has a complex identity. It is very likely that it will be a great demon who has been cultivated in the past. However, before he completely broke into the evil path, he already qualified for promotion to the landscape.

The eyes of the blind people are complaining. This is more difficult than the sinister mountain ghost of Sanzhishan. The old road does not change its color and does not jump, so as not to be aware of the guilty conscience of the female ghost, slowly put away the mahogany sword, hold the wooden sword to show goodwill, and laughed loudly: "This lady is very charming, there is a sitting side It’s hard to see the poor roads. The young lady’s murder is very little, and there are not many sins. There are some grievances that are lingering. It’s also a remnant of many years ago, not worth mentioning. The poor road is a kind of mountain wilderness repair, and this lady can be regarded as half of the same person, Dashui rushed to the Dragon King Temple, disturbed the young lady to practice, and sinned."

The female ghost who had been looking up at the oil-paper umbrella, suddenly retracted her eyes and stared at the old road that was good at Leifa. This time she opened her mouth and said, "Miss? Didn’t see my clothes? Call my wife. !"

The last four words, the wedding dress female ghost is almost roaring out.

After a moment, heavy rain, the mountain wind whistling.

Slamming.

The female ghost put away the oil-paper umbrella, holding the umbrella with one hand, gently stroking the umbrella surface, and gently wiping the rain, but looking at the faces of the three men and the disciples, constantly distorted, "Sure enough, the blind man, the old blind! You can look at the heart Like it, it just happens to bring you back to the house, let you know this bad heart, know what is called the heart of the cone."

The old man tried to ease the atmosphere and sighed: "Why is the lady so aggressive? Is there no room for manoeuvre?"

The female ghost began to move slowly, stepping on the mud in the road step by step, holding an umbrella and lifting the clothes in one hand, revealing a pair of wet and dirty embroidered shoes, smiling: "The Tao is not refined, dare to be bad, dead. Ok, it’s good to die. After the province was able to delay Lang’s reading, he delayed his fame...”

At the end of the day, the female ghost whispered, the eyes were gentle, and the shreds of words that seemed to be whispering were covered up in the squally showers.

The blind person sneered: "This lady, really want to burn with the poor roads and jade?"

The old man sees the situation of endless death. After decades of travel to the Quartet and the small half of Baojuan have passed, it is not a matter of fear. He sighs: "Small nephew, as long as this time can join hands to retreat, The poor road promises you to let the little drinker not pay the Fuquan for a whole year."

The lame boy nodded and reached out to hold the rod that wrote "Lake the devil, catch the devil, and remove the devil." Shen Sheng said: "Yes."

The blind old man stepped on the ground with his hands on both feet, and both hands were close together, making the Taoist sword, quickly meditating a series of swords, and finally ending with "urgent as a law."

I saw the scorpion scorpion that was inserted on the ground. Suddenly, the original 裹 裹 , , , , , , , , , 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原 原The small field of the silver armor, began to obey the military order, running on the face, and arranging troops.

Then the words "falling the demon and catching ghosts", along the face, the wooden poles, the arm of the lame boy, the shoulders, all the way quickly, and finally ran into the teenager's ear and nose.

The youngster's eyelids instantly become pure white, and every breath is breathed, and the face is seven, all with black smoke.

The lame boy clenched his fists, screamed at the sky, and the black smoke rolled up all over the body. The raindrops of the size of the soybeans were almost three feet above his head, and instantly evaporated into moisture.

A lame boy is obviously more like a feminine ghost than a slut.

The wedding dress female ghost has been looking at the round face girl, waiting for the boy to start running towards her, this is only looking at the blind blind old man, she said indifferently: "Too let the body disappointed, even the side door is not On the top, the trick is not to enter the stream. The thief shouts to catch a thief, not to die, it should be better than death."

The lame boy rushed high before the female ghost, and swept his leg to the latter's head.

The wedding dress female ghost does not evade, nor block, always hold the dress with both hands and fingers, and the posture is graceful and straight forward.

Silently.

The female ghost's entire head was "rooted up" and flew down to the mountain.

Just the headless female ghost continues to move forward.

After the landing, the teenager was swept across the whip, but this time it swept the waist of the headless female ghost.

The hand of the female ghost holding the umbrella, only with the back of the hand gently blocked the young man's heavy weight sweeping.

The teenager’s leg did not make the female ghost’s back move.

With the help of the huge rebounding force, after the teenager’s stagnation figure was twisted, he pushed the palm of his hand to the heart of the wedding gown. Shen Sheng said: “Lower demon!”

Silver demon two words, floating on the back of the juvenile hand, and then a piece of painting automatically dismantled, and finally gathered into a smoldering silver short sword, containing the blue light, off the hands, flying and stabbing the female ghost.

The female ghost pinched the sharp sword that was about to pierce the bright red wedding dress with her fingers.

The flying sword, which is more than a foot long, trembles and creaks.

The voice of the female ghost sounded leisurely. "Don't worry about the skull. This clothes can't be broken, dirty, and can be cleaned. But after the break, the seams are not patchy. Otherwise, how can Lang Jun laugh at my daughter? red……"

After the lame boy handed it out, he almost hooked it at the same time, but did not call out the word "catch ghost". On top of his fist, he also plucked a flying sword that was condensed by the noodles. Obviously Like a dull, the teenager is not really demented.

Killing the enemy, it is a strange match.

A loud drink screams, "Ghosts, poor roads, this time for the heavens, no head, the same as you want to thunder!"

The mountain road is more than a dozen feet from the air, and a white thunder slams down.

The female ghost still holds the umbrella, and the other hand first grabs the first "Demon" flying sword with the index finger thumb, and gently raises the arm, catching the second handle "Catch the Demon" flying sword with the ring finger and the tail finger. .

Then an elbow underlined the young forehead in the middle of the boy, the latter flew out of the whole person, fell on the mud path, and then slipped back more than a foot.

The female ghost raised the hand holding the umbrella and slammed it open.

White thunder landed on the top of the oil paper umbrella and smashed.

The female ghost standing under the umbrella slightly added the gravity road. The two flying swords were broken from the hard life. After falling to the ground, they turned into two pools of mercury white pulp, which was quickly confused with the mud.

A wave of hands, the head flew back and returned to the neck, flesh and blood, and soon returned to the original.

The wedding dress female ghost raised her free arm and took off one or two grasses on her head.

"Come back!"

The blind old heart trembled, knowing no more, looking at death, completely let go of the hands and feet, after a heavy breath, the face is majestic, shrouded in a pale yellow color.

The old man left the ground with one hand and a fist in the abdomen. He beat the abdomen with one hand, the palm of his hand turned to the sky, the sleeves slipped, and a series of vermilion symbols appeared on his arms.

The old man said: "It’s a cloud rain, it’s a thunder! It’s a cloud, and the fairy is guiding the way!”

The female ghost was holding a paper umbrella, and the corner of her mouth was pulled. She passed by a lame boy who could not afford to be hurt. He suspected that he would block the road and lift the foot casually, and the young man would go down the mountain, but the young man’s body would disappear in the air.

The little round face girl went crazy, cut the palm of her hand with a knife, smeared it on her face, and then rushed to the female ghost.

But the little girl forgot that the rain was so heavy, she didn’t have the blind man to keep the charm of the fairy, and when she rushed to the front of the wedding dress, she was already refreshed, only to keep falling. The rain is just now, the blood has been washed away by the rain.

The female ghost took a shot and hit the little girl's cheek. The petite and thin body immediately vacated and flew out, just like the lame boy, and soon passed away.

After each step of the red female ghost, there is a white thunder that is as thick as a bucket, falling on the surface of the oil paper umbrella, and then the electric light splashes and the white thunder breaks.

If someone looks at the mountain from a distance at this time, they will see a lightning bolt like a white snake, which will fall from the low altitude again and again, and then splash between the mountains and forests.

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It’s hard to move forward without a warning, and it’s raining and raining.

When Chen Pingan proposed to find a place to hide from the rain, Lin Shouyi reached out to hold the fight, so as not to be stunned by the rapid rain, Shen Sheng said: "Nothing."

Li Wei grabbed Li Bao’s sleeve and shouted: "I am a little scared."

Li Baobao’s lesson: “Isn’t the Yinsong predecessor a ghost? What are you afraid of?”

Li Wei’s eyes lit up, “Yes!”

In turn, I turned to teach the white donkey behind Lin Shou, "Little white, can not be lost."

The scorpion snorted.

The yin **** appeared next to Chen Pingan and hoarse voice. "There is a female ghost sitting in the surrounding landscape. Now she is playing against the old man. There is no accident. The female ghost is sure to win the prize. Her origin is not clear, and the road is not low. I can take it in peacetime and elsewhere, but it’s very busy here and now."

The Yin God carefully looked around and explained: "On the mountain and the sea, as long as it is a famous mountain with a surname, it will have its own hilly land, or its jurisdiction. If you kill someone on your own site, you will have the time. In addition to this, the imperial court did not specify the mountain rivers of the gods. Even if there are powerful monsters and monsters, they can stand out from the crowd, but want to have a similar Confucian school and Taoist temple. The ancient battlefield sites of the Daofu Fudi and the military monks are harder than the ascent to the sky. This is not only a matter of being able to repair it, but also a great opportunity. But Tiandao is never happy with me, I want to be bright. It’s easy to occupy a piece of land, which is tantamount to the secular dynasty of the secular dynasty.

Li Yusheng said to himself: "This sinister predecessor must have been a scholar before his death."

The spirit of Yin is deep and refers to the foothills of all people. "A very bad news is that the female ghosts of the leaders here are no different from the local gods. Maybe they also serve as the river god." Identity, from the beginning to the end, is eccentric, and then you are at the foot. From the beginning, the female ghost has applied the technique and walked on her secretly placed 'Huangquan Road'. I am the body of the femininity, free to enter and exit, But once you want to force you out of this road, you may lose your body and soul."

Lin Shouyi said indifferently: "Yin **** predecessors, since you fight with her and can't win, we can't go, what should we do?"

Yin Shen Shen Sheng: "When she shows up, rest assured, I will never let you hurt."

He is a little embarrassed, regretting that he was in the arrogance of the past, and he went on his own. Although it is beneficial to repair afterwards, it can even be said that the benefits are immeasurable. But the problem is that now, his own way, is only lost. The next seven or eighty percent, and fell into the calculation of the female ghost, she is very likely to start with the goal of Chen Pingan and his party, not the three men of the blind.

Those white paper lanterns that are several miles away from the mountain road are simply tempting him to find out the obstacles.

The mood of the Yin God is complicated, and the blind person is not high, and the nonsense mouth is really poisonous.

The Yin God said: "You all stand behind me."

Soon the **** of yin stood at the forefront of the path.

After Chen Ping and Lin Shouyi leaned back, they left and right.

Chen Pingan has replaced the hatchet with the Xiang Fu, and Lin Shou has a hand drooping, and each sleeve has a symbol.

Li Baobo and Li Wei are standing behind.

The last white ranunculus, some violent and uneasy, stepped on the ground and splashed mud.

A wedding dress ghost with a paper umbrella, slowly coming from a distance, holding a leg in the blind, in a place a few feet away from Chen Ping, finally stopped, on the mountain road, lit up A lantern, even if Chen is behind him is no exception, a group of blush will make everyone shine red.

The female ghost casually threw the unknown old man between the two sides, and looked at the "surprise" expression that was not unexpected. He extended his finger and clicked. He said: "So many guests, one, two, three, there are three scholars. In the end, which one is a Confucian gentleman? My family, Lang Jun, once determined that this life must be a sage gentleman, so that the community can make a fortune. I did not expect such a small age, I soon reached the wish of my family Lang Jun. ""

Chen Pingan wants to take a step forward. Yin Shen shook his head and whispered: "No hurry."

The female ghost stunned her head, looked left and right, and looked at the three little guys with small bookcases. "Lang Jun once said that good-looking scholars can be called reading seeds, so whenever I miss Lang Jun, who has not returned to the distance, will invite some scholars who have passed by this place to come to my house to give guests a wonderful age, a lonely ancient book, a thousand-year-old guqin, and I like to hear them say the moving words of the vows, only in the world. Those who are full of poetry and poetry can tell those love words so much."

The final look of the wedding dress ghosts gathered on the yin god, smiling: "This sinister predecessor is really a bad luck. If it is a few years later, I will definitely not show up in this time."

She spoke to herself, bowed her head slightly, covered her mouth and smiled, and the autumn wave circulated. "Women and women, showing up, it is really bad."

But even under the light, the picture is still pale and colorless, too creepy.

Li Wei just looked at his head and glanced at his legs.

She smiled and asked: "I really haven't talked to people for too long. It's hard to stop, don't you mind?"

She remembered something and gently put away the paper umbrella.

Almost at the same time, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and there was no rain in the air.

Lin Shouyi asked: "Dare to ask this lady, those who are invited to go to the government to be a guest, what is the end?"

She continued to move forward and smiled. "They, finally, I cut these vows of the vows one by one, and helped them stop bleeding, and then planted them in my garden."

"Because I want to know, the reading seeds in Lang Jun's mouth will not bloom in the mud, will it be fruitful one day?"

"But I am very disappointed. They just turned into a bone. But it may be those who read, but they can't call it a book, so your appearance makes me happy."

Lin Shouyi looked pale.

Li Bao was so angry that he was shaking.

Li Wei simply covered his ears with his hands. "I don't listen, I don't listen..."

"I used to like reading people the most, but I hate the most heart!"

The wedding dress female ghost slowly raised her head, and blood and tears flowed out of her eyelids.

The infatuation of the world is always disappointing.

A white paper lantern hanging on both sides of the mountain road, all slipped from the top of the blood, and finally flooded the candle.

"At the end of the day, I realized that there is no scholar under the sun, not a negative person."

The female ghost was covered in blood, and she lost her oil-paper umbrella that used her husband and her husband as a token of love. Her hands covered her face, and her sobbing sounds ooze from her fingers.

"Lang Jun, I don't blame you, come back."