The backyard of the ancient house, outside the embroidered building, the battle is in full swing.

Far-distance travel is only a big knives for the demon, although the martial arts realm is not too high, and the four realities are solid, but the sword in the hand is a very high-quality weapon of the gods. After infuriating, At the time of the knifeing, the red light blooms, and there is a faint wind and thunder, which is unstoppable.

The old ancestors who had previously been in the courtyard of the three entrances turned out to be a hidden three-level martial artist. They only had a long life and were not energetic. They still lost their heroes and swords, and they had dozens of rounds. Was stunned by the big man with a knife back, provocatively slammed into the wing, and passed out.

Originally, the old man was not so unbearable, but he had been in the cage for a long time, and the smoldering atmosphere that had been gathered by the formation had been dyed for a long time. Although he was not a ghost of the ghost, he also naturally feared the masculinity of the knife. Moreover, the big knives traveled to the Quartet, and the experience of fighting was extremely rich. The rapid defeat of the old man was indeed reasonable.

The last time I entered the yard, the owner of the old man chose to retreat from the enemy alone. From the beauty, he fell to the courtyard and picked up a long-sworded sword. The sword was cool and watery, and the sword and the enemy were against the sword. It doesn't work hard with the knives. Every time the sword is thrown, the key qi of the big man is slashed. The tip of the sword reveals the blue-colored swordsman, and it brings a trace of beautiful plumes in the rain.

The big knife knives shot, quite the style of the battlefield, the plain and unpretentious, each time the knife is quick and fierce, the move is not complicated, and it can't be said how delicate, the knife is crisp and neat, free and easy, no knife In the middle, it will be seriously injured in one. Against the superior swordsmanship of the black man, the big knife knife has plenty of strength.

Give him some clues, the man is more rapid, because there is a bit of real fire, the big shout: "You, the bird, clearly born in the right path of the fairy, good roads and longevity not to fight, why do you want to be self-satisfied ?! In the end, I will be a half-man and a half-ghost. I will favor this female ghost. The scourge is hundreds of miles away. It’s uninhabited?! You said you shouldn’t die!”

The big man screamed with anger, double-handedly knives, squatting down, slashing the sword on the man's sword, and slashing even the man with the sword to collapse a few feet, the young but white-haired old house owner, all the way down The rain was splashing at the foot, and it was hard to stand up. I swallowed a blood from my throat. The man’s wrist with a sigh of relief shook a sword flower and instantly shattered countless raindrops near the tip of the sword. The cracking sound was like a crack. Spring firecrackers.

The big man slammed forward and stepped forward. A portable knife, Baoguang circulated, and the whole arm shrouded in the glory. The man reached out to the man with his hand and glared at him. "The Buddha said that he is turning back, you are deceiving." The teacher annihilated the ancestors of the idiot, still do not close the hand?! Really when I Xu people do not dare to kill you together?!"

The man was the first time to speak tonight, probably because of his poetry and sorrow, although his voice was hoarse, such as a stone blunt knife, but the temperament was elegant and calm, not only did not have evil words, but rather teased: "Buddha He also said that he put down the butcher knife and made it a Buddha."

The big knives looked around and looked up and squinted at the second floor of the closed door. After taking back the line of sight, he smiled and said: "Hey, there is still a mood to grind my skin with me. It seems to be somewhat cuddling, and right, Based on your origins and the practice of the five-level martial arts, you can't say that you have already run a dirty family business in the past 100 years, otherwise the nearby landscape gods will not do what you do. If you don't guess wrong, you must have no face to recognize the ancestors, but outside, there is no less work to do the banner of the tiger skin, in order to win the outsiders do not dare to move you."

Speaking of this, Dahan is already very angry. His face is like the wrath of the king in the statue of the temple. The tongue is spring and thunder: "Is it not?!"

The man with the long sword smiled and his eyes were a little blank.

The big man screamed: "Give you the opportunity to be a man again, don't you, then don't blame Xu for being ruthless!"

Before the man came out of the knife, the man sighed and groaned, then bit his finger, wrote a letter on the sword body, and wrote a blue book with his own blood.

The Qing dynasty is one of the Taoist instruments. It is said that in ancient times, it was possible to write a book to the gods, to reach the heavens, and to connect the heavens and the earth. Once the sincerity is reached, it is accepted by the gods, and there are all kinds of magical powers coming to the body, for example, to the thunder gods. The blue words, once they show their spirits, can even hold the thunder and lightning, and the body of the golden body is like a thundering **** who will come to the world in a short time.

"It is no wonder that there is a residual temperament of the finest green words on the other side of the shadow wall. You are a bird's official disciple. It is really a hundred deaths!"

The big man was so angry that he almost jumped his feet and smashed it out. Under the force of force, Guanghua exploded, setting off the whole yard as bright as white.

For him, demons and ghosts, as human beings, their violent acts, and even more irritating, the big man who used to be weird and miserable, will not be too shocked, because that is the nature of the devil and ghosts, if they are good with people That is a strange thing, so the big man has always tried to kill, it is not so resentful as it is today.

However, a martial artist who corrects the evil spirits and deceives them is the most resentful act of the big man.

Under the wrath of the big knives, the momentum is amazing, the gas is strong, the knife is strong, not to mention the sword, this is a gods and soldiers who are coveted by the masters of the rivers and lakes, for a time in the yard, the knife is gorgeous, suffocating The turbulence caused the unfortunate rain falling in the small courtyard, and it has not touched the blue brick floor, and it has already been turned into powder in the air.

Although the teacher was out of school, but the man in the old house was too weak, the skin was decaying, and the old man, such as the old man, was barely maintained on the threshold of the five borders, but the air was left early, but the riverbed was wide but there was not much water. The stream is almost completely dry, which also makes the green words on the sword body increase the attacking intensity of the sword, with little success.

On the second floor of the embroidered building, the female ghost wearing a green dress in Qingyi finally couldn't help but show up. She covered her face with one hand and supported the colonnade with one hand.

With her appearance, on the side of the courtyard wall, there was the ground in the courtyard, the pillars of the veranda, and the roots of a tree that was as thick as an arm, such as the bed arrow lasing.

The big knives who had already prevailed in the wind, suddenly became like a ring of life, still uneasy, and their body shape swayed in the courtyard, avoiding the branches and arrows, and by the way, the hidden weapon that passed through the knife, The man is very heroic and in danger, but he laughs loudly: "The old demon is really a ghost of the tree! Come well, Xu will cut off all your roots, and when you leave you, I want you to be in the hot sun. Under the sun and die!"

A young Taoist ran from the veranda, and posted a pair of yellow paper plaques on his calves, which made him run like a breeze, dazzling, and the young Taoist who carried the mahogany sword ran and shouted: "Xu Daxia, the trail came. Help you kill the demon!"

The big knives were hit by a tree root on the shoulder. The tall figure was swept in the air by a huge impulse. The root of the tree was cut off with a knife. The roots of the fallen ground were still thumping, and the wall was retracted. Cut the roots of the tree, there is black blood oozing out at the fracture, and it emits a stench smell, and the gloomy rain makes the yard suffocate. Fortunately, the martial art of the Dahan is really flowing, and it is quite thick, such as a layer of golden shelter and seeing young people. Come and join in the fun, the big man vomited a **** water, gas smiled: "Little Taoist, kindhearted collar! But don't help, take your friend and leave the house quickly! Just go to the town to prepare good wine, and work for Xu, This is helping the big day!"

Young Taoist priests are unwilling to leave here, killing the demon, and killing the people, it is incumbent!

As a disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Tianshifu, even if the relationship is alienated, even if it is away from the Taoist holy land, through the mountains and rivers, he Zhangshan, even if it is unknown, the Tao is meager, that is also One of the thousands of candidates for Zhang Jiazheng Tianshi!

Young people's legs are affixed to the shackles. It is the magical act of buying a large amount of money. It can support the time of a fragrant incense, and the sacred character, also known as the sacred horse, as the name suggests, can help the user walk like a horse, as if the ancient gods The Royal Wind is hunting. The goddess is thus able to be among the seventh products in the ninth-order flow of the book, even if it is expensive, it is worth the money for young people who lack strength and strength.

The thief first smashed the king.

Taoist Zhang Shan double-fingered swords and squats in the veranda, looking up to the second floor of the embroidered building, said: "Hurry as a law, go!"

Behind the mahogany sword, flying from behind the young Taoist, with the slight shaking of the swordsman's fingers, it is not straight to kill the tree ghosts on the side of the embroidered gallery, but a big one. Circle, draw a subtle arc, and finally bypass the colonnade, from the side to the face of the female ghost.

The female ghost not only wants to help the downstairs to suppress the swordsman of the big knives, but also to distract the mahogany sword that screams in the air at this moment, so she can't take care of the ugly face. It turns out that her half face is flesh and blood. The locust crawled, the bones were terrible, and only half of the slightly intact face was like the ice crack of the porcelain. This disgusting disgusting appearance, the cowardly little vulgar, I am afraid I will be scared to death on the spot.

The cyan branches with a few thumb thicknesses burst out of the colonnade, entangled in the mahogany sword that the nails would be nailed into the face.

In an instant, the mahogany sword illuminates a yellow bean-sized silver qualifier, rolling down the sword, and a little aura is a daring, making those branches smoldering, burning, and blue smoke.

If the female ghost is struck by lightning, she screams with tears and tears, and quickly twists her neck. She dare not look at the aura again. She slams her sleeves and almost burns the coke branches and wraps the mahogany sword. In the embroidered building, after the female ghost turned her head, because the movement was too big, the blood clots on the face and the mites fell together on the beauty, and the female ghost whimpered, I don’t know if it was pain, or embarrassing.

"Hey!"

After seeing this scene, the man holding the sword whispered, and the situation was hard to help. He shouted the nickname of the female ghost. The man was so sad that he said: "You are deceiving too much! Why do you want to succumb to the obscene mountain god, so persecuted? Our couple?! Although Jing Jing is a ghostly and strange body, it can be from a harmless person. For more than a hundred years, I have maintained my vitality in addition to my own blood, but I took the ancient house as my eyes and absorbed three hundred yuan. The yin and anger in it, but the obscene mountain god, take the mountains and waters for self-cultivation, you are a self-proclaimed hero, a person who is a Taoist, why not go to find him trouble, but come here to be aggressive?!"

Speaking of this, the sword man grieves and laughs: "Because our husband and wife are not ‘people’, the surname Qin is the mountain god, do you think that the righteousness is clear?”

The sword-skinned man with corrupted skin and few blood and blood, the cross-sword in front of his chest, staring down at the snow-stained sword light. Once upon a time, Zongmeng, Qingshan Green Water, Xianhe Changming, Dongtianfudi, he also repaired there. Xi Jianshu, familiar with a book of the Qing dynasty, was once a young Junyan who was expected to be in the middle of the five realms. He just suddenly sent a book to the mountain gate, saying that he was a girl with his childhood and the media, and was seriously ill. The most famous Langzhong of the county town has been unable to return to heaven. The family book wants him to practice with peace of mind. Because even if he goes down the mountain, most of them can’t catch up with the last side of the woman. At the end of the book, his father also hints that he will never become him. In the future, the obstacles in the movement of the gods.

He burned down his family's books and smashed his sword down the mountain.

When I returned home, the woman was already dead.

He bent on his own way, using a mysterious sacred sacred script, wrote a charm of the soul with a **** heart, carrying the woman's body, pulling her residual soul, rushing to the deep forest in the evening, the sunrise was hidden in the cave, the sunset was in a hurry Hurrying, trying to find a place with strong yin, hoping to help her return to the sun, after more than a hundred years, he spent his life, exhausted his mind, built an old house, and stolen the ancient The wooden core of an ancestor of the ancestors of the country, the magical door secret technique of transplanting flowers and wood, blends the woman's soul with the wooden core. Under her dress, she has no time. Only the roots and the whole old house are both help. She continued her life, but also painted the ground for the prison...

They are on the embroidered floor, worshipping the heavens and the earth together, and worshipping the parents and Gaotang. Finally, the husband and wife worship each other and they are dependent on each other.

Only the woman's close-knit, they do not give up on them, from the blue silk girl to the white hair old man.

Forget the past.

The man holding the sword murmured: "If this is the case, our couples are not very interesting."

The big knives stopped the sword and held out a hand. He lifted it up and made a truce. He asked, "What is the hidden truth during the period?"

The man smirked: "The obscene mountain gods have been in the old house for a long time. I know that in the spring of this year, the rest of my life is repaired. It is difficult to resist the insidious temptations of the sneaky generations, and I have to violate my conscience and vows. Write a secret letter to Zongmen, I hope that Zongmen can send a **** in the Five Kingdoms to help shake the mountain temple, but the mud cows into the sea, so far no news has been returned, this is normal, the Zongmen is not right to me. If you kill it, it will be enough to do it. Who is willing to mix this kind of pickle? If you change it to the mountain and hear this ugly thing, it is estimated that you can't wait to go down the mountain to clean up the portal."

Taoist Zhang Shan came to the front of the big sickle and whispered: "There are not many time left in the path of the path. If they make a deception, the path will really have to retreat with friends."

Only the Taoist Zhang Shan smiled. "But the path feels that the man is not empty."

The big knives are a little embarrassed, people are sneaky, smiles, and things are unpredictable.

If there is a godly disciple who is willing to come here, even if it is only a foreign monk in the second and third worlds, it can prove the innocence of the old man and the ghost girl.

As a sacred ear of the Baopingzhou Taoist family, there is another Tianjun as a **** of the sea. If the sentence is not too kind, even if it is a comrade who cleans the gate of the mountain gate, I am afraid that the speech will be more useful than the head of the outside martial art.

In the presence of four, although the war came to an end, it still does not dare to have any distractions.

In particular, the embroidered woman who had stolen the ancient ancestral tree cores has been well protected by the old man owner. This battle was cut off by numerous surgeons and was scared by the mahogany sword. It’s not light, although deep inside, she knows that there will be such a day sooner or later, but when this day comes, she still panicks her. She only feels that she is always the burden of her husband, and her heart is getting worse.

Her heart is like a mess.

This is the case in a hundred years.

At this time, on the other side of the courtyard, there were two powerful and breathtaking atmospheres. One person was wearing a robe and descending from the sky. I don’t know why, instead of going straight to the embroidered building, I chose to fall there. Although the men and women in the old house heard the fighting there, but the actual enemy is currently busy with the big knife, it is really innocent to find out, only as a prostitute, has been regained consciousness, Blocking the insidious villain who sneaked into the old house.

Then there will soon be obscene mountain gods and white deer people, come and rush, go more hurried.

Even more telling the strange words of "Ben Fei Fei Jian" and "Sword Xian", like encountering a real mountain god, did not dare to take the shot, and hurriedly retreated.

The big knife whispered softly: "Little priest, go yo."

Taoist Zhang Shan stunned, although the big man said that the clouds were light and windy, but the meaning of his eyes revealed that he wanted to leave the right and wrong.

The young Taoist can't speak, and the mood is stirring and sad.

Fortunately, I finally met the same person, willing to spare no effort, in addition to the magic guardian, in the Longtan Tiger Cave is also the spirit of the old, this is the character he is most eager to become in this life, sad is that he is always useless, inaction .

The young Taoist did not speak, silently drove the mahogany sword back from the embroidered building, and took it in his hand. He leaned on the last time of the magical act on his leg and turned away.

The man holding the sword in the courtyard frowned and thought, but I don’t know if the change over there is a joy or a worry.

Is it that the gods and gods really sent the disciples in the door down to the mountain?

The woman is worried about his body. This is the end of the strong battle. This war is more like a drum reminder. She can no longer care about the manners, and slowly move forward. The huge body covered by the blue dress and the tall embroidered building is the first time. Appeared, the beauty of the second floor was broken by the middle, like a woman standing on a huge tree stump leaning down in the courtyard, behind it is a large root of the old tree that slanted in the air.

She trembled and held out her hands, holding the man's face, oh, she only hated herself for not speaking.

The man whispered comfortably: "I am afraid that I am afraid that it is really a rescue of the Zongmen."

The big knives saw this scene, sighed and sighed, thinking of the husband and wife in front of me, even if it was really a devil's devil, but this affection, can not be fake.

After Chen Jingping scared off the obscene mountain **** and the white deer, he picked up the ball of the nailball and collected it into the square. Then he sneaked into the veranda of the courtyard in the 4th and 4th, ready to control the two flying swords. Killing the enemy separately, fifteen to kill the man with the sword, the first one is responsible for delaying, consuming the tree charm female ghost, but when Chen Pinggang just wants two flying swords to smash out the sword, he found that the war stopped. The two sides did not mean to be desperate for the time being. Chen Pingan listened to the words of the old man who seemed to express his true feelings. Some of them were not sure of authenticity, so they began to hold their breath and stood silently behind a pillar that covered the figure.

When the big knives let the Taoist Zhang Shan leave, Chen Pingan thought a little, his toes were a little bit, his figure was high, and then he stepped on the pillars and ejected them into the courtyard. The figure was in the height of the hand-to-hand veranda. As soon as it flashed, both hands patted gently on the front beam, and the body shape looked like a fish floating in the water. It smoothly passed through it, and quickly returned from the three to the second yard, floating down and standing in the original residence. At the door of the wing, sitting on the threshold, the young Taoist rushed over at the moment when Chen Ping’s **** was just sitting.

"Chen Pingan!"

Taoist Zhang Shan slammed into flames. "Let's take things and hurry. Xu Xiushi asked us to go to the town quickly. Things are tortuous. I will not know for a while..."

Chen Ping stood up and suddenly pointed to the door of the old house. "Someone broke in."

After entering the door, a group of people gathered up the paper umbrellas, bypassed the shadow wall, folded into the veranda, and strode to the courtyard.

This pedestrian is dressed in a refined and elegant robes, one of the top three teachers of the head of the fish, the five priests, old and young, both men and women, extraordinary momentum.

The leader of the old road should be the leader. In the night, it is still a look of sorrow, and it is a sacred man.

The other four, young people with weak crown age, holding a copper bell, carrying a long-skinned sword, Jiansui is a long string of golden silk knots, unusually eye-catching.

There is a pair of young girls who look exactly like each other. They look proud and arrogant. One person has a long black rope hanging from the waist, and one person has a beautiful bamboo whip with a yellow and yellow waist.

There is also a child with a smiley face, because his smallest leg is the shortest, it is especially walking and windy, swinging and swinging, holding an inconspicuous strip of wood in his hand, but engraved with "the ghosts bowed" Ancient characters.

The young Taoist whispered softly: "Master, it is a person who is not a demon."

When the old man nodded, he no longer paid attention to Chen Pingan and Zhang Shan, who stood at the door of the wing. They walked straight ahead. When the men and women passed by them, they were not interested in Chen Ping, who was carrying a raft and a sword. A few eyes on the Taoist crown and the robes of the Taoist priests seemed to be somewhat fresh.

The five Taoist priests left the two behind them. After the old man entered the courtyard, he violently yelled: "Yang Huang Yang! Don't roll out and plead guilty!"

When the man holding the sword under the embroidered floor heard this familiar voice, he was mixed.

The good news is that the old man is an unquestioned disciple of the gods, which means that his own letter of help has played a role. Although Zongmen has already eliminated his Taoist pedigree, he still does not intend to ignore it. I really sent people down the mountain to investigate this matter, which means that the obscene mountain **** surnamed Qin is destined to eat and walk.

However, there are even greater worries in the bottom of the man's heart. The old man and his peers are the pride of the gods who entered the gods in the same year, and their respective masters are brothers and brothers. The master is the same person, but the two The relationship is extremely bad. When the gods are practicing, the two are incompatible with each other. Today, one is an unattainable immortal master, and the other is a mean devil who is not a ghost or a ghost. If it is the old-fashioned communion, he How can it be?

Behind the old man, not behind him, is the **** of the ancestral temple.

The sword man allowed the woman to hide behind him. He gently pierced the sword into the ground, no longer holding the sword, facing the veranda, and squatting in the end. "Yang Huang is willing to accept the sect."

The old man swayed into the embroidered square and smacked his mouth. "Yang Huang, I haven't seen it for a hundred years, it's quite a wind and water."

The big knives turned their heads and looked at the costumes of the five Taoist priests. Instead of climbing to the priests of the priests, they went to the squatting man and said: "Tonight, Xu is offensive." I sincerely apologize here! If there is a need, Xu will definitely come forward."

The man of the big man walked in the rivers and lakes for 20 years, and his eyesight was so hot that he could see Yang Yang and the godly sect of the old man.

The misfortunes are related, but nothing else.

Those old and small priests, only the words "decent people" are posted on their foreheads.

Let Taoist Zhang Shan feel a sigh of "I don't want to be a Taoist priest in Baoliangzhou", and then look at his own family dress. The young Taoist people from Jialuzhou are somewhat self-defeating, but they can't worry about the big knife, they will take Chen Pingyuan far away. Then, finally, next to the railing of the veranda.

The gods and priests have taken four of the same generations who went down the mountain and walked into the ruined square. They lost the palm of their hands and quietly made a unique gesture of the sect. The other four immediately flew out, each occupying Position, surrounded by the old men and women, the men with negative swords, still standing on the high wall, watching this posture, it is not like the arrival of the mountain.

The man named Yang Huang, holding out the hand of the ugly female ghost, whispered: "I wish to live and be married."

The female ghost is still unable to speak, oh yeah, but some people in the place know that she is saying "willing to be born and born, married."

Just like this.

The grass-shoes boy who was going to stand on the sidelines, shed tears and ran down.

Even he himself is a bit stunned.

Childhood memories have long been blurred, and many things have been remembered.

However, there is a scene in which Chen Pingan still remembers clearly that he is a mischievous temper. He may have only said one love story in his life. "Can we continue to be together in the next life?"

The quiet woman who was sewing the clothes at that time just smiled and asked, "Why wouldn't it be together?"

At that time, Chen Pingan was cuddling in the woman's arms. For these words involving life and death, the age was too small and there was no feeling, but the look of the moment at that moment was for the children to remember.

As time goes by, after the mother-in-law has left, the more she goes, the more she feels that if she really likes a person, it seems that her life is not enough.

So there is such a scene.

The Taoist Zhang Shan unintentionally discovered Chen Ping’s strangeness, wiped his cheeks, and had some doubts. The rain was so big that it was not rainy. What's more, this heavy rain has now become a drizzle, and it is no problem to not have an umbrella.

Zhang Shan was worried and asked: "Chen Ping, is it okay?"

Chen Pingan quickly wiped his face and squeezed a smile. He shook his head and said, "Nothing is ok, so many strange things tonight, too scary. I am more aware of this person. I didn’t want to be scared before. It’s okay now. I dared to let go of crying."

Taoist Zhang Shan looked at his face and reached out and patted Chen Ping’s shoulder. He turned his head and held back and smiled: "You just didn't see it."

The gods and old people looked around and finally smiled at the man in the old man standing straight to the waist. He said: "Things are people who are not doing things, so a good life. Yang Huang, how do you think the poor road will handle you? You said that it is in accordance with the golden rule of Zongmen, according to the rules of the law? Or according to the personal relationship between you and me, do not follow the rules?"

The old man gnawed his teeth and kept silent.

Only in the end, he is going to plead for enthusiasm, and only ask for this sacred sect.

The big knives are about to speak, he must speak out, don’t spit!

The old man turned his head and looked gloomy and violently screamed. "When the idlers wait, shut up! The gods clean up the portal, and no one else can dictate!"

The big knives gave the eyes a bleed and bleeding, and I couldn’t wait to pick them up.

But in the end, I can only sigh.

This kind of chores of the Zongmen School, the outsiders dare to blend, it is dead and white.

The rivers and lakes are like this, and the mountains are also.

It’s the same everywhere, where people are sulking.

At this time, Chen Pingan turned his head and handed it to the Taoist Zhang Shan a ball. "Zhang Shan, from now on, we both don’t know each other. You accept this thing..."

Taoist Zhang Shan pushed back and confessed his head: "Chen Pingan, you should never be alone. As long as you start with it, you can’t take it for yourself. Dealing with these right pathmasters, Xiaodao knows how to deal with it. It’s better than fighting, remember, when I’m being beaten, don’t try to help, otherwise you’ll lose it.”

Chen Pingan asked: "Is this OK?"

The young Taoist smiled brightly: "Try it, if not, you will top it again."

After saying this, the Taoist Zhang Shan is a bit happy, Chen Pingan is dead but the three-way Wufu is also a part of the ancestors, or the three ancestors are on the top, and the blessing of the son Zhang Shanfeng, this must be done. !