Wei Wei talked about it sometime, and he didn't want to reveal more. There are blanks in calligraphy and painting. Talking and chatting are the same.

In the whitwind of the white wind, it floated in the wind of the mountains.

After Wei Hao left the Lushan Mountain, he slowed down the speed, and picked up a group of clouds, pinching the snowballs, and constantly increasing the weight. Finally, the hands were held together, and the squeezing was squeezed. Finally, Wei Wei’s palm was more than a cobblestone. The white ball, he found one of the sources of the town Longxu River in the air, gently throwing it against the mountain stream, the white ball fell into it, and soon a herring swallowed it into the abdomen, then went down the mountain , the green cow back, the stone arch bridge, the blacksmith shop, and the waterfall from the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, fell with the rapid water flow.

The river is flowing, the time passes by, and there is no one on the bank of the Iron River. The trunk is on the old willow tree that crosses the water. The iron river water **** named Yanghua is sitting on the willow tree, closing his eyes and covering the face. The woman of the face, Jiang Shen, suddenly opened her eyes and reached out, and a lively herring was caught by her. She took a finger to the blade, cut open the belly of the herring, and found the aura of white balls. Her thumb was softly touched. She first re-stitched the belly of the "send letter", and slipped it into the river from her palm. After the herring entered the water, it was very cheerful, and the scales seemed to have more luster.

Yang Hua bowed his head and stared at the white ball of the palm of his hand. It was filled with the scent of the cloud, precious and unusual. For any river, it is a great complement. In the eyes of the gods and gods, there are also their own sea treasures, water essence and so on. They are all condensed into the essence by the emptiness of the mountains and rivers, and they are like the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sect.

Yang Hua looked up, in the clouds, faintly, a white man stood on the top of the mountains, one side of the ear hanging a golden ring.

She was here before, and I saw this person and one of the big goalkeepers, the Mojia heroes, and the weak black snakes riding along the road, going retrograde along the river and going to the mountains. However, Yang Hua did not think that this Wei Wei would have become a big god, Beiyue Zhengshen, and the rank is far above her.

Yang Hua does not know why Wei Wei wants to show goodwill to himself, and his position is not stable, so he needs to draw people's hearts?

Yang Hua sneered, clenched his fists, and did not hesitate to pinch the white ball of the palm of his hand. The aura flowed into her body, and the hair was flying. The river under the feet was rising, and it seemed to be joyful in the cultivation of the master.

Wei Wei took back the sight of Tiefujiang and returned to his old nest, Phiyun Mountain.

The imperial wind passed through the hills, and the athletes at the foot occasionally said hello. Wei Wei used to smile and responded. Today, there is no such mood.

He just came to an iron-locked bridge that hangs on the top of two mountain peaks. It has not yet been completed. It is wide enough for two carriages. The hurricane of the mountain gorge is big, and it will only shake the bridge slightly. How big is the wind, and the cable bridge will follow. The magnitude of the sway, the Mohist craftsman and the organator who is responsible for the construction of the bridge will have a hard requirement and will never cut corners. The green ebony laying on the bridge deck is extremely tough. The swords of the lower five regimes are striking, and at most one hole is pierced in the bridge deck. The iron lock is cast by the fine iron.

After all, in the foothills, a hundred-year-old shop is a gold-plated signboard, and in the long-lived mountains, more than five hundred years ago, dare to talk about the old name.

When the white mountain **** walked on the black-black bridge, the contrast was sharper, and the more people were born with the feeling of “being sorghum”.

Wei Wei stopped and held the bridge in one hand and looked up.

He knew that he was able to become the great **** of Beiyue, at least half of the reason, because the man who wears the sword and the bamboo knife.

Because Daxie found that he was meeting the man, he inexplicably broke the ban and returned to the mountain **** of Qidunshan from the bleak landlord.

It was the credit of the bamboo knife, and Wei Wei himself understood it after a long time. As time went by, Wei Wei gradually realized the unusualness of his own golden body.

A dish that can hold the next tank of water? Of course not. Even if he used to be the **** of Beiyue in Shenshui, this is a superior **** who can accommodate a lot of incense, but he was later imprisoned by the immortal gods, but he wants to accept all of the big Beibei land. Incense and aura, Wei Wei just left Chess Hill for a while, he felt that it was impossible, too self-sufficient, not good to say eucalyptus, but it is definitely a child smashing iron, sooner or later will damage the bones, bad spirits fundamental.

But nowadays, Wei Wei’s control over more than 30 hills is simply a matter of hand.

Therefore, Wei Wei is willing to give Chen Pingan the greatest goodwill of his own, and is willing to take him to the landscape, similar to the signing of Da Yu Bei Yue on the teenager.

First, Chen Pingan is not annoying, the second is to report to Aliang, and the third is that Aliang may return to the world.

The third reason is the biggest.

Wei Wei is very afraid that Aliang will really return to this world. Once he feels that he is not doing enough, then a bamboo knife can make his realm climb up. I am afraid that the next bamboo knife will be on the mountain. I will return myself to the original shape. If it is Wei Wei in Qiudunshan, you can not care so much, but today Wei Wei can't do it.

Because of the girl who practiced in the Changchun Palace in Datun.

Wei Wei turned his head and looked northward. He looked at the distant north and raised his eyes. He whispered: "It must be a good life. In this life, you don't want to be a scholar again. The most insulting person is a scholar."

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Outside the bamboo building on the lonely mountain, I heard about the story far away from the horizon. Tsing Yi’s child thought of eating an ordinary snake gallstone for pressure.

Tsing Yi’s child chewed the snake gallstones and thought of the appearance of Chen’s turn to look at the bamboo building. He couldn’t help but scream: “I didn’t expect our master to cry, it’s really a temper, just listen to something. The story of the unconcerned one is so moving, I believe that the old man will be very good after the rivers and lakes. When the road is not flat, he will scream, save the little lady, she will be with her body, and the lord will become a small white strip in the waves... ..."

Tsing Yi’s children have already turned Chen’s peaceful rivers and lakes into an imaginative and fascinating scent. The more I want to be more happy, the one who thinks of Chen Ping’s so embarrassing and boring, and the scene of being taken by the river and lake women one day is really interesting.

The girl in the pink skirt was still immersed in the previous shock. She looked complicated and worried. She asked softly to the children in Tsing Yi: "You said that the Yaozu in this world is so cruel and tyrannical, why are we in the world? Do you have nothing to do with the gods on the mountain? Why don’t you just kill us?

Tsing Yi’s child thought about it and replied casually: “Probably think that we are a **** on the side of the road, stepping on the dirty shoes.”

The girl in the pink dress will be suspicious, and she can't think of her own unique insights, so she has to put this worry and anxiety into her mind for the time being.

Wei Wei has left, Chen Pingan did not rush to get back to the bamboo building, sitting alone on the bamboo chair, the mountain wind in the early spring is still smashing, blowing the young horns and flying hair.

Wei Wei smiled before leaving. "The rumor is that Aliang is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength."

Chen Pingqing clearly remembers that he first met at the side of the Iron Flavour River. Someone held a bucket and patted the bamboo handle. He was very suspicious and said, "I can’t find my sword for shame. The man with the knife in the world."

Wei Wei said, "Some people say that he is the sword of the thirteenth peak. At that time, he had a battle with the big demon. The sword used was not the best, but he used to use it. He has been reluctant to change. After the crush, he naturally You need to change one, a better sword!"

"Imagine if you can find a weapon that makes Aliang feel like picking up a hand, or even find a sword that can help the master to enhance the power of a realm, one is enough, just need to grow a realm. Then he is The fierce power of the 14th peak! As a sword repair, you may face the three ancestors, the Taoist ancestors, and the Holy Master, you can also fight!"

"I can't imagine, after finding the sword, what kind of Aliang would it be at that time?"

After Wei Wei finished the last sentence, he left, full of expectation and admiration, such as the hills looking up at a big Yue.

Going into the landscape painting of Master Wen Sheng, Chen Pingan took out the sword.

Chen Pingan now knows what Aliang abandoned.

That rainy night went down the hill with Aliang.

"You took what I thought was the thing in the bag."

"If you don't have the ability to write two or three words in the future, see if I don't cut you."

At the time, Chen Ping did not want to understand what these words mean by the words of the martial arts. Because Aliang is very light, so the teenager does not know the true weight.

The teenager didn’t know the sword at all, how good it was.

I didn’t know Aliang at all, how strong it was at the time.

If Chen Pingan knew this before he left, then he would ask the goddess sister of the sword spirit incarnation before going to Aliang, and ask her if she can, change a master, the man is called Aliang. It is a swordsman and people are very good.

A Liang does not say, the boy does not know.

When Aliang left, the boy knew.

Such an Aliang.

How stupid.

Why does he blame himself for being a bad person?

Chen Pingan stunned for a long time before he stood up and walked to the bamboo building. Tsing Yi’s child whispered: "Master, are you okay? Is it scared by the story that Wei Wei said? I really don't have to worry about it, what is it? The Great Wall, what is Aliang, the big demon swordsman, and we are separated from the one hundred and ten thousand and eight thousand miles, and the heavens are not afraid. The Confucian saints are not the only ones, and the fight is not bad. Besides, the strange name of the swordsman is no longer a relationship with us. There must be no relationship between us. This kind of person must be three-headed and six-armed. It is evil and evil. See God killing God, see immortality, even if there is a chance to talk to such a person. When I meet, I don’t want to see it. It’s terrible. It’s estimated that if you just sneeze, you can blow a hurricane and blow it up.”

Chen Ping patted the head of Tsing Yi’s children and smiled. “I’m fine.”

He came to the second floor, took the handle of the scorpion sword, went to the underarm corridor, lifted up to the sky dome, and said two words in his heart.

"I am a swordsman."

"That `s a deal."