The Mazong Zongzu Mountain is called a wooden coat, and the mountain is towering. There is no luxury building. The monk is only a monk. Because it is rare, it is even more deserted. Only the mountainside hangs the "Faxiang" plaque for hospitality. The house is barely a fairyland.

Three days ago, Muyishan began to be banned and no longer hospitality.

Not only that, but the archway building at the entrance to the Ghost Valley has also begun to be martial. People who are experienced can not enter.

From the Nahe to the market, to the mural city, to the swaying river, and the entire sacral beach, I didn’t think it was unreasonable.

Because even more unreasonable things have already been seen.

First, the three pictures of the goddess of the mural painting city on the same day, turned into a white drawing.

Compared with the subsequent big changes, this is not a big deal. Many monks in the Bone Bone Beach are still immersed in the three piles of Fuyuan. There is already a loss of the Lord. It didn’t take long before they saw the thrilling scene one by one, late at night. Above the land of the sacral beach, there is a huge white bone out of the sky, high as a mountain, it appears in an invincible position, it should be the law of the ghost of the Ghost Valley Jingguan City, the sacred force to open up the barrier of the heavens and the earth, when The white bones that are supposed to be concealed in the yin dynasty are in the world, and there is a boulevard conflict with the yang. The white bones and the bones of the bones are rubbed, and the radiance shines, bursting with a smashing spark, setting off the white bones like the ancient fire gods. .

The white bone is obviously chasing a golden light that rushes south to the south of Muyishan. Although Gao Cheng is out of the ghost valley, the knife is delayed, the person who has the knife, hovering in the air, confronting the thousand bones, Xiaoru Rice grain, but every time a knife is blown out, the wind and thunder are shocked, and Guanghua is soaring. It’s a far-reaching attack. If you take a long bridge and watch the weather, it’s sure that it’s a sacred ancestor. It’s just a sword, the momentum is not inferior.竺泉, a strip of swords from the ground, the sword is like a rainbow, very fast and straight.

The white bones of the shoulders are skewed. It seems that there is still another restraint in the ghost valley. But it is still holding a palm high and pressing heavily. It suddenly rolls up a thick cloud of clouds and smog. The ghosts cry and wander, the clouds seem to pile up a dozen. After the death, you must not surpass the souls of ghosts and ghosts, and struggle hard in the sea.

The Yunhai Chao dynasty ancestral temple was quickly pressed, and then the Mazong Guardian Mountain opened, and more than a thousand armored scorpions were plucked from the Muyi Mountain. One was taller than a few feet, and the slinger was wrapped in a gold-and-silver line. , slamming into the sea of ​​clouds, the sea of ​​clouds is constantly being thinned, and the potential of falling is still there. In the wood-clothing mountains, a set of armored spirits is used to go forward, and finally the sea of ​​clouds and thousands of sacred sacred scorpions are strangled by each other. Jade is burned.

At the same time, a light spread from the Muyishan Zushitang down the mountain, such as thunder and lightning, intertwined in the archway building, a large array of bright, and then a five-foot-high golden body spirit rose from the ground, Holding a giant sword, a sword swept over the waist of the white bones.

The Jinguan City Gaocheng's white bones could not be defeated. The border between the ghost valley and the cheekbone beach, and the golden body spirit suddenly came out of the sword. The huge white bone grabbed the sword front, and the golden light sparked like the rain, and the whole bone was once. The beach is shaken and the white bones are open to the giant sword, and the figure falls down. It instantly falls into the shadow of the earth. It should be returned to the small world of the ghost valley.

The golden body spirit is also returned to the array. The light also returns to the Muyishan Zushitang, and it is a pearl in the mouth of a bronze dragon statue in the temple.

The night of the Skeleton Beach slowly falls to silence.

In the middle of the mountain, the fairy house is inside.

The young Pang Lanxi, who was placed in high hopes by the Mazong, sat at a stone table and looked at the young Ranger opposite. The latter was looking through a pan-Huang Bing book that was searched from the Yangchang Palace.

Although Pang Lanxi is small, but his generation is high, it is the only rumor of an ancestor of Mazong. There are several Jindan monks who have to call him a small teacher and uncle. As for more middle five monks, they can only shout. His little teacher is an uncle. These three days, in the house, there was a guest in the green shirt swordsman. Pang Lanxi had been there several times. Out of curiosity, the chat was talked about, and the question was asked. The other party is very sincere and sincere. Unintentionally selling Guanzi pockets, but afterwards, Pan Lanxi pondered, as if he didn't talk about the idea.

It's hard to imagine that this person was the one who bought the painter in the mural city with his cheeks and the price of his own.

At that time, she had to run out of the shop to remind the person to walk in the rivers and lakes to avoid revealing yellow and white objects. They all deceived this guy.

The ancestral ancestors who ruled the commandments in the ancestral hall did not want to vent the open-air machine. They only said that when the lord returned to Muyishan, they said that they had a feeling that this realm could escape from the high-handedness in the ghost valley. This is really not a small matter.

Pang Lanxi became more and more curious about what happened in the Valley of Ghosts. How could this person provoke the owner of Jingguan City?

Chen Pingan put down the military book written by the gods of the country in the early years. When he thinks about it, he smiles and asks: "Lanxi, the murals of the mural city have become white drawing, riding the deer, hanging shackles and raining the three goddesses Shop business, what should I do in the future?"

Pang Lanxi also had some troubles, but helplessly said: "How can she, apricot, she is almost dying, saying that there will be no business in the future, the mural city now has no three blessings, the number of guests must be reduced, how can I When I did it, I had to comfort her. I said something that I heard from my brother and sister. I never thought that Xingzi would not appreciate it. She and I were sulking and ignored me. Chen Ping, how is Apricot? I am obviously kind, how is she still not happy."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I don't want to know why?"

Pang Lanxi nodded: "Of course."

Chen Ping's smile is more intense. "Lanxi, I heard that you have a few boxes of complete sets of galleries on your hands, and it is the most time-consuming and most diligent life of your grandfather."

Pang Lanxi stunned for a moment. After a while, he smashed the railroad: "As long as you can help me solve it, I will steal it for you!"

Chen Pingan was speechless. He reached out and pointed out that Pang Lanxi, who had stood up, sat down. "The gentleman is not good at people. I don't want to fill in those sets of books. I only hope that you can convince you that you are too grandpa to draw a pen or two. I don’t want to steal it, I don’t want you to steal it. One set is OK, two sets are better, and three sets are best.”

Pang Lanxi has some doubts, "Is that just the case?"

Chen Ping nodded.

Pang Lanxi still has some hesitation. "Stolen has the good or bad of stealing. The bad thing is to be sure. You may have a meal. The advantage is that you can buy and sell a hammer. It’s a bit better. But if you have a dead skin, I’m grinding my grandfather’s pen. It’s not easy to paint with heart. It’s not too easy. Grandpa’s temper is eccentric. We’ve been taught up and down by Ma Zong. He always said that the more carefully he painted, the more he liked it. Then he bought it for the vulgar men in the world. The more he offended the eight a **** girl."

Chen Pingan nodded. "He is sincere and spirited. Without this sincerity, you may not be able to paint the charm of the grandfather. Otherwise, the so-called Danqing holy hand, Linyi painting, and the slightest achievement, what is the difficulty? Why? Or are you too grandfathers to be the most wonderful? Just because you are too grandfather, you can’t say that the eight goddesses are in your eyes, and you have a good heart and mind.

Pang Lanxi blinked.

Is this honest or honest?

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Outside the mansion, a tall white-haired old man with a shackle around his waist turned his head and looked at a ancestors who had made friends with him. The latter was closing his palm.

The old man with white hair asked: "The realm of this baby should not know that we are eavesdropping?"

The old ancestors smiled and said: "I will help you cover up the air, you should not know, but there are countless ways in the world, not necessarily without accidents. Only if he can escape from the ghost valley, you can't always talk about it."

The white-haired old man smiled and smiled. "No matter what, this speech won my heart."

The ancestors of the Mazong ancestors were the ones who followed Jiang Shangzhen into the mystery of murals. "Is it really sold?"

Pang Lanling, the grandfather of Pang Lanxi, had a great wish when he was young. He vowed to paint the spectacular mountains in the world. However, he did not know why he was rooted in the Mazong side. Pang Shanling whispered: "Let's see again?" I would like to hear, how this foreign kid will point to Lanxi."

The old ancestors frowned and said: "The people are guests. I used to be a singer, but I used to show some magical powers, and then I listened to them. It is not in line with the hospitality of our Mazong."

Pang Shanling blinked: "Lanxi has lost the blessing of the deer goddess. If it is touched again on the sentiment, I would like to see the master of Lanxi, will you marry you!"

The old ancestors smiled and said: "The skill of his swearing is great, but my ability to beat people is better than him. He is not a slap in the face, and he lay in bed for a month."

Pang Shanling suddenly smiled and said: "Looking back, I will send you a set of hard yellow gods and goddesses, and you will have a good reputation for four words."

The ancestors raised their palms and looked at the mountains and rivers. They smiled and said, "Just wait for you. It’s awkward, it’s not good."

Only this ancestor quickly put away the supernatural powers, Pang Shanling wondered: "Why?"

The old ancestors smiled and said: "The other party is not very happy. Let's take it when we see it. Otherwise, I will go back to the lord and tell me a slap in the face. I can't eat it. I have to make such a big move in the ghost valley, so hard to let That Gao Cheng took the initiative to show the law, leaving the old nest, appeared in the bones of the beach, the lord not only took their own shots, but we also used the guardian big array, it was only after cutting it for a hundred years, the lord returned to the hill, the mood must be terrible. ”

Pangshanling is somewhat worried. In the past two days, the ghost valley has been completely isolated from the outside world. Although the life lights in the ancestral hall are still bright, this means that the monks in the two towns of Mazong and Lancome have no casualties. . However, God knows that the high-bearing will not be angry, and it will be broken with the worms. The pattern of the bones of the sacred beach and the ghost valley will be broken in an instant. Pangshanling is afraid that suddenly at a certain moment, the ancestral hall is there. A glimpse of the demise of the dying lights, and the speed of extinction will be extremely fast.

At that time, I can finally leave a few defects. No one can guarantee that the Sovereign Master Quanquan or Jindan Duwensi will be there. There is no exception. There is a big war to kick off. In the style of wearing a Mazong monk, I can’t let the life light go out first. On the contrary, they are these big monks.

The ancestor guessed what Pang Shanling thought, and smiled and comforted: "This high-injury is a must, and it is bound to be angry. This is a matter of reason, but there are still some good news in the ghost valley. The previous sword was the white-cage city of Puqi, and the Yuan Ying Yingling, who was born by the gods, was always in conflict with Jingguan City. When the sky was broken, I saw that it seemed to be intentionally inserted. Don't forget, there is also the Taolin in Ghost Valley, and the two world-class high-ranking people in that temple will not be killed by Gao Cheng."

Pang Shanling nodded slightly. "I hope so."

The house is over there.

Regardless of Pang Lanxi, the apricot of his childhood is the most important thing: "Well, you said, but it must be that I think it makes sense, otherwise I will not go to the grandfather to discuss it."

Chen Pingan first raised his hands and held a fist, indicating that the outside of the immortal master had to get an inch, and then one hand gently placed on the book, the palm gently stroked, he left the ghost valley, only to find the palace The books that were carefully collected by the demon singer were mostly well-maintained and the appearances were good. These were all rare books that could survive the millennium, and even they were so lonely. They were in a good mood and began to confuse the young man in front of him. Dao: "Lanxi, do you think that you are in the golden world and become a land **** in the eyes of a vulgar master? Is it difficult?"

Cheng Lanxi said: "Chen Pingan, I really don't boast, Jin Dan is easy, Yuan Ying is not difficult."

Chen Pingan nodded, Pan Lanxi said, this is the fact, these days to stay in the house of the Mazong, through the chat with the eyes of the teenager, and the mural painting city Jindan monk Yang Lin, several rumors Communication, roughly knowing the weight of Pang Lanxi in the Mazong, is very likely, is cultivated as a future lord, at least it should be a person who is in charge of the power of the Mazong.

Moreover, Pang Lanxi is extremely talented, pure in mind, and kind to others. Whether it is congenital bones or acquired nature, it is incomparable with the Ma Mazong. This is the wonder of the avenue. If Pang Lanxi was born in Shuzhihu, the same person, the avenue achievement will not be high, because the Simplified Lake will continue to kill the original heart of Pang Lanxi, so that his cultivation is Opportunity, can be in the Muyi Mountain, which is like a fish, like a heavenly match. Probably this is the so-called one side of the water and soil raising one, some people blame others, may not have no self-knowledge, it is really bad luck at that time.

Pang Lanxi saw Chen Pingan start to be in a daze, could not help but reminded: "Chen Pingan, don't be confused, one or two sets of gallery fills in waving at you, how do you travel thousands of miles?"

Chen Pingan apologized and then asked: "You are a **** on the mountain that is destined to live longer. Your apricot girl is a mortal in the foothills of the mountain. Have you ever thought about this? Ordinary woman, there will be some white hair at the age of 40. The age of a child, perhaps a white-haired old man, when you let the girl of apricot, how to face a Pang Lanxi that may still be a teenager, or at most a weak crown?"

Pang Lanxi’s heart was tight and muttered: “I can deliberately follow the crowd and keep the appearance of the person, and become a white-haired man.”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "You are wrong and wrong."

Pang Lanxi looked up and looked blank.

Chen Pingan said: "And don't say that the old man's skin of Pang Lanxi will still be introverted, radiant, and not to say it."

Chen Pingan paused a little and whispered: "You have a place to be, the apricot girl who is thinking of your heart, think about it? Some things, how do you think, how good you think, no matter how good the original intention is, it must be Is it ok? Is it right? Have you ever thought that giving the other person true goodwill is never me, we are wishful thinking?"

Pang Lanxi wants to stop.

Chen Pingan slowly said: "On the other side of the mural city, I was just a passerby with you. She will let you chase out the shop and remind me to be more careful. This kind of heart is definitely worthy of you. I went to the good girl I liked. I used to watch both of you at the shop. As a bystander, I can see that the apricot girl is a person with a delicate mind but a wide-minded person. It is extremely rare, so it is not because you It is a fairy goddess who eats Xiayulu on the Mazong Mountain. She is just a trader who deals with money all the year round. When she gets along with you, she will be self-defeating. She is not like this. You really know how difficult this mood is. How good is it?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "You don't know."

Pang Lanxi was speechless and his lips were moving.

Chen Pingan said: "So these years, in fact, she is taking care of your state of mind, I hope that you can practice safely and climb high on the mountain. If I don't guess wrong, every time you have to go down the hill to help, you are separated. I will not show too much reluctance in front of me. You will be depressed afterwards. I am worried that she doesn't like you as much as you like her, right?"

Pang Lanxi has some eyelids sour and closes his lips.

Chen Pingan sighed and took out a pot of wine. It was not a fairy, but the kind of rice wine that Longquan County sold far away from Beijing and Chongqing. Chen Pingan gently drank a sip. "You never really thought about her thoughts. But I feel that I should do what I want, so, okay?"

Pang Lanxi shook his head. "Not good, very bad."

"So, this mural city goddess has no good fortune, the shop may not open, you just think it is a small matter, because for you Pang Lanxi, it is naturally a small matter, a market shop, a year more profit and loss can be a few more Is it a small summer money? I have been collecting the fairy money from the Mazong Zongzi Hall for a year, but what is it? But you don’t know, a shop just at the foot of the Mazong Mountain, for a city girl. In terms of how big it is, without this business, even if it’s just a move to the market, isn’t it a big event for her?”

Chen Pingan took another sip of wine, his voice was soft and mellow, and his speech content was like wine. He slowly said: "Girls' thoughts are always longer than their peers. How do you say that the difference between them is like a young man. The idea is to walk on a mountain, just look at the heights, the girl's mind, but it is a small river, winding and flowing to the distance."

Pang Lanxi frowned, and I didn't know what a sad picture I remembered. Just thinking about it, I let the young man who had no worries and long-term care, and his heart, had some tears in his eyes.

Chen Ping looked at him and sighed softly.

Can be described as tough, seemingly born a pair of stone heart of Gongliu Island Liu Laocheng, not once in the word, fell a big head.

Chen Pingan suddenly laughed. "What are you afraid of? Now that you know more, you will do better later, think more for her. I can't do it. I feel that I am not good at pondering my daughter's mind. I will teach you the most stupid way to tell her what to say, don't feel embarrassed, the man's face, outside, try not to throw it once, but on the side of the favorite woman, there is no need to always do everything."

Pang Lanxi nodded and rubbed his face. He smiled brightly: "Chen Ping, do you know so much?"

In the end, it is a person who cultivates the Tao. After the break, if the obstacles are removed, Pang Lanxi’s state of mind is restored.

Chen Pingan raised the jug in his hand and shook it. "I am walking, I drink."

Pang Lanxi curiously asked: "Is the wine so delicious?"

Chen Pingan does not speak, just drinking.

Still waiting patiently for the news of the ghost valley.

In fact, there are some things that Chen Pingan can say more clearly with the teenagers. However, once they have spread out the story, they may involve the avenue. This is the taboo of the monks on the mountain. Chen Ping will not cross the thunder pool.

Moreover, young girls and girls are ignorant and fascinating, but they are a kind of good, why bother to break too much.

Pang Lanxi left and said that at least two sets of hard yellow gods and women were not running, just waiting for his good news.

When Chen Panan was about to leave the courtyard, Pang Lanxi suddenly shouted at the teenager and smiled and said: "Yes, you remember, I said these things to you, if you really think it makes sense, when you do it, You still have to think about it. It may not be a good reason to listen to it. It will definitely suit you."

Pang Lanxi waved his hand and smiled. "I am not really stupid. Don't worry, I will ponder it!"

Chen Pingan got up and walked around the stone table and practiced six steps.

In the twilight of this day, Chen Pingan stopped the boxing and turned his head.

In the previous direction of the Bone-Bone Beach, the white-bone method and the golden armor o, there was a figure coming from the wind. When a fairy did not deliberately converge on the sound, when the wind was far away, the thunder was often shaken and the movement was great. Just after squatting on the five realms, and "combining with the heavens and the earth", you can be silent, even the gas machine is almost no. The figure that went straight to Muyishan should be the lord's spring, the jade, and the result is still causing such a big movement, or it is deliberate demonstration, shocking some forces lurking in the bones of the bones, or the forces that are eager to move, or In the ghost valley, the patriarch of the sect of the sect of the sect has been hit hard, leading to an unstable state.

After the figure plunged into the wood-clothed mountain, a sudden emergency stop, and then like an arrow to shake the half-mountain house.

Within the small courtyard, the hurricane smacked **, and the sound of Chen Ping’s two sleeves rang.

It was the spring that was practiced in Qinglan Town.

Chen Pingan fists: "Thank you for your lord."

Yan Quan waved his hand and sat at the stone table. He saw the jug on the table and gestured: "If you are sincere, please ask me to drink a pot of wine to solve the problem."

Chen Pingan sat opposite and took out a pot of rice wine. "It’s just a hometown rice wine, not a mountain scent."

Yuquan uncovers the mud seal, drinks a big mouth with a headache, and wipes his mouth. "It is lighter, but it is good that wine is not water."

She blinked and sat quietly on the opposite side of the young man and asked, "You are familiar with Putou? You used to travel in the ghost valley, even if it is rampant with Yang Ning, I have never seen it, I don't know you. How big is the ability to let the bones make a sword for you."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Unfamiliar. Accurately speaking, there is still a festival. On the other side of the Raven Ridge, I have a conflict with the skin-scarred city ghost. It is Pu Pu who stopped me from chasing Fan Yunluo. Later, Pu Xu took the initiative to show up. I found me once. When I saw him in a green shirt and a sword, he asked him why he didn’t marry the sword behind me."

Yan Quan said that the rice wine was meager, but he didn’t drink less. He quickly saw the bottom and shot the jug on the table. He asked, “What is the name of the bone?”

Chen Pingan laughed and said nothing.

Yan Quan snorted, these two really are all the way?

Hey, wearing a green shirt, all using the sword, then it is amazing?

However, Yan Quan stunned the wine jug, forget it, and drank some people's wine, or to be polite, say, any foreign man, there is Jiang Shangzhen **** in front, in the eyes of Yanquan, are flowers The average good boy. What's more, this young man, who used to use the words "Dayun Phiyunshan Chen Pingan" as the beginning of the mountain, the sale, the spring is quite quite desirable, the Phiyun Mountain, the Quanquan naturally heard, even the big sister Beiyue God Wei Wei, she has heard it several times, no way, wearing Ma Zong's financial road in other continents, I counted on the cross-state ferry. And this second sentence of self-proclaimed Chen Ping, she also believes that the young man said that the Niujiaoshan Ferry, he accounted for half, all the past five hundred years of the Mazong Ferry boat docked, no need to spend a snow Money, Yan Quan feels that this old lady, I don’t have to spend a long time buying and selling a copper plate, absolutely! This is going to be passed on. Who would dare to say that her lord is a loser?

But the spring is still a little boring. In front of this guy, it’s too much like the death of his own head. He smiled and said: "In fact, you are doing more. You have to find me before, but you don’t need to give any conditions. As long as it is for the north, don't Said to be Jingguan City, it is any bone shelf that I am not pleasing to the eye, I will stop blocking, you are not distressed at this time? Is it careful that the liver is shaking?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Zhu Zongzhu is arrogant and arrogant. This is the grand style of the Mazong. But I am a guest, a younger generation, can't be a man, and there are still some gifts."

Yan Quan licked his chin. "The words are good words, but I can't listen to them."

Chen Pingan took out another jug ​​of wine.

Yan Quan nodded and smiled: "The words are not good, but you are more pleasing to the eye."

Chen Pingan picked up the rice wine that had not been finished before, and slowly drank it.

Yan Quan glanced at the young man's grinding drinking road, shook his head, and he was not pleasing to the eye.

"You don't have to take any more wine."

After drinking the second pot of wine, Yuquan put the empty jug on the table. "This time, Pugutou really annoyed Jingguan City. It won't be too good. It's just this guy, I don't care about it anyway. High. Cheng also annoyed him, hit it, can't do it with all his strength, but can fight in the dead, but it can really kill Pu bones, but Jingguan City will hurt some vitality, not playing and not, after all, Gao Cheng this time It’s losing face, first killing you, and giving the **** dog thief a broken net for a long time, waiting for Gao Cheng to return to the ghost valley, guess how, and not willing to tear the net that is all snowflake money. A sloppy, can only pinch the nose to close up, haha, Gao Cheng before the fame of the bones of the bones, may be used to such a diligent housekeeping activities, after the fame, did not think there is still this day! Jiang Shangzhen this rotten black heart large color embryo Even in this life, I can still do a good thing."

Yan Quan felt that the people were so happy and laughed, and naturally they reached out.

Chen Pingan sighed and took out the third pot of rice wine on the table.

When I started drinking, I thought that I would like to talk to people about drinking and drinking. I couldn’t say it, and I started to drink and drink.

Sure enough, the owner of the city of Jingguan.

The most powerful spirit in Ghost Valley.

When Chen Ping’s decision was to escape from the Ghost Valley, there was also speculation that the Yuan Ying ghosts recorded in the North’s “Reassuring Collections” were carefully screened. Jing Guan Cheng Gao Cheng, naturally thought, but felt the possibility It’s not big, because it’s like the white-cage city of Puqi, or the Daeyue Temple and Xiaoxuan’s two high-ranking people who are not in the Taolin’s side. The higher the realm, the higher the horizon, Chen Ping’an is on the banks of the Heihe River. The phrase that is said "according to this result, when there is such a heart", in fact, the scope of application is not narrow, of course, except for the wild repair, and then there are many accidents in the world, there is nothing inevitable. Therefore, even if Chen Ping feels that the so-called northern spy of Yang Ning, the possibility of Gao Guancheng in Jingguan City is the smallest, Chen Pingan is precisely a person who is accustomed to the worst point of view, and directly regards Gao Cheng as an imaginary enemy!

Otherwise, Chen Pingan has already been in Qinglan Town. The Mazong Zongzong Master Quanquan is practicing in a few steps, and it takes two gold-colored abbreviations to break through the sky and leave the Ghost Valley. And before that, he began to recognize that Qinglan Town had the eyeliner of Jingguan City, and deliberately took a trip to the city. This self-help bureau, from the throwing to the copper stinking city school ghosts, will soon start quietly running.

In fact, in Chen Ping’s heart, he has barely found a line and a vein.

On this line, there will be many key nodes, such as the cliff bridge, Yang condensate to express his own feelings.

On the bank of the Heihe River, the old man looked to the other side, and the Buddha sang a song and said that it seems to be a "back to the shore".

After entering the reason that it is the most stable town of Qinglan in the ghost valley, it is impossible to drop the strokes, and it is extremely rare that the swords can not be done.

If it is pushed forward, it is the goddess of the goddess of the mural painting city. The deer goddess walks out of the picture and goes to the swaying river crossing to become the old man to test himself.

Mural City, can be described as the first place where Chen Ping was involved in Beizhou Luzhou!

Yang Ning refining into the pure evil thoughts of the mustard, the scholar had a heartless speech at the waterside temple, saying that he did not win Chen Ping.

Things in the world have always been dependent on each other.

Chen Pingan was deeply touched by this.

If the mind is immersed in the longevity of the fortune, what is the consequence?

At this moment, even if Chen Ping has been far away from the ghost valley, he is still afraid of being in the Muyi Mountain.

Imagine if it was a blessing in the Tongshi City, under normal circumstances, it is natural to continue to the north, because the previous turbulence along the way, but they are all shocked, but everywhere, no good things, no good things. But good luck again and again, earn a little here, earn a little there, and the deer goddess finally has nothing to do with it, the accumulation of mountain mine pool has nothing to do with him, Bao Jingshan Fuyuan still has nothing to do with him, he Chen Ping seems to rely on his own caution With the addition of "a little bit of luck", this seems to be the most comfortable and unpredictable state that Chen Ping will feel.

Chen Pingan squinted and drank the rice wine in the pot.

Yan Quan squinted at the long sword carried by Chen, and shook his head. He felt that it should not be this thing. Jingguan City Gaocheng, although it is the whole enemy of the Mazong, can be recognized by the ancestors of the ancestors. This sneaky valley is full of heroes, whether it is repaired or chested, it is not bad, can be described as a hero. Therefore, even if the young man is really carrying a half-blessing soldier, Gao Cheng will not be so coveted, and will not be so irritated. It is rare for him to make a draft before the words. After brewing some words, he said: "Why are you? I will not ask, you don’t even have to take the initiative to say that this is a grudge between you. Of course, the fight against Gao Cheng and Jing Guan Cheng has always been the part of our monk Things, life and death without complaints, you also do not need to escape because of this escape, is in my Muyishan disaster, I feel that I must mix a foot in the future, help yourself or something, no need, you and I do not need to Guest set."

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Okay."

Yan Quan smiled and said: "Good boy, really welcome."

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Ghost Valley Taolin, Xiaoxuan are inside.

The old master stood under the towering peach tree, and the water was filled with mist at his feet. Then he slowly spread a huge picture of the landscape.

When a scholar appeared on the scroll, he walked into the city of Tongshi and went to participate in the imperial examination like a child.

Xu Xiao, who is holding the dusty "Little Doo", stunned in his heart. "Master, is this the legendary time?"

The old man nodded. "The Dayuan dynasty Chongxuan Department’s Yunxiao Palace’s teaching, personally sent a handwritten book to us, Xiaoxuan’s view, to help the Yang Confucian Guardian, a good thing to do in the end, for the teacher I have drawn this picture. But you can rest assured that this is just the transcript of the real horse. The price will not be too big. Others can only watch it three times. The reason why you show it again is that you want to see one or two. The stone of his mountain can be Attack jade, so you look carefully."

Xu Wei shocked: "The Chong Xuan Department Xiao Tianjun, anyway, there is that brother in the Baojing Mountain to take things, Yang Ning himself is just to play in the ghost valley, why?"

The old man smiled and said: "At the beginning, I was puzzled by the teacher. It was only speculation that most of them involved the avenue of the avenue. When you read this picture, the truth will come to the fore."

Xu Wei’s eyes are not willing to miss a detail in the scroll.

It’s just that Yang’s behavior in the copper stinking city is really unsightly. If this picture is not a picture, Xu Wei must think that Master is making a big fuss, and Yunxiao Palace’s teaching is even more ambiguous.

But when Xu Wei saw the exfoliating mountain summer maiden was turned into a black smoke by the "study student", swallowed it, and above the wall, staring at the young swordsman.

Xu Wei has some looks that are dignified.

After that, all kinds of things.

Xu Wei was frightened and frightened.

When the picture of the landscape at the foot finally came to an end, it became a scroll of the picture and was gently held in the hands of Master.

The old man smiled and said: "What do you think?"

Xu Wei Khan Yan said: "If the disciple is that ... good brother, I don't know how many times I died in Yang Ning's hands."

The old man nodded. "If you are this person, you can't escape the ghost valley."

Xu Wei remembered the movements in the previous Qinglan town, and then the veritable gods killed, the little Taoist child was somewhat discouraged.

The old man looked at the proud disciple and smiled and said: "Why, does this feel that you are not as good as others? If you tell the teacher about this foreign country ranger, the real age, but in his early twenties, do you still have to die at the end? Under the peach tree?"

Xu Wei’s forehead oozing fine sweat.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "I don't care. In the lifeline where the blessings of the blessings coexist, the next time you fight, it's a good thing. It's a good thing. It's deep red dust, causality, and it's terrible for the people who cultivated the Tao. To take a step back, you Xu Wei is really not such a person today, can you not practice without understanding? Then change to become a teacher, is it a thought that there is a ancestor in the heights, a little lower, there are three veins to teach, and then low Some, even the flying immortals in Baiyujing, have to be disheartened and tell yourself what to stop?"

Xu Wei looked up and looked blank.

The old man slammed his hand on Xu's forehead. "We are politicians, repairing their own kung fu's own family affairs, and the enemy is only the rules and cages of the grass and the trees, and the life and death of all people, not in others. The glory of others and the ups and downs, what is the relationship with me? In the view of the teacher, the real avenue is that there is no need to fight for contention, but... forget it, this statement is more useful."

Xu Wei stepped back and hit a head. "Master, the disciples have some understanding."

The old man is grateful and nodded. "It is enough."

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Originally, each mural was a threshold of the secret family of the fairy.

As the eight murals have become white, the aura of this fairy cave has also lost most of it. It is a common secret of a hole in the sky, a blessing, and a treasure of Feng Shui, but there is no sense of surprise.

Jiang Shangzhen walked again and was very lost.

After returning to the sacral beach with the sacred willows, he did not leave the northern part of Luzhou, but quietly came to this secret place.

Some things, don't want to understand, always tickle.

And hiding in the place, double-edged, one is safer than hiding in Muyishan, and the second is worried that after the evil with Xiaohe, the sequelae will be more terrible, the sultry mother is a blessing to the scary Lord, once hate If you are on your own, it is very possible. As long as Jiang Shangzhen is in the general Beizhou Luzhou boundary, it will be inexplicably suffered. The great disaster will not be, but it will be very disgusting. For example, Jiang Shangzhen is very worried about his own bones. Beach or Muyishan casually emerged, and then he will die on a young girl in the south of Yunyou, and then a tear in his nose, crying and complaining, Jiang Shangzhen is the most unbearable such reunion.

It’s just that Jiang Shangzhen is lying in the flowers of this mysterious place, thinking about sitting on the bed of the embroidered embroidered bed, thinking on the dressing table with the fragrance of Yu Xiang, sitting on the railing of the tall building that the fairy sisters must have stunned, after all, there are still some things. I couldn't think through it, as if I had to work hard, I would have had three days to pass.

If you can't figure it out, just ask.

Jiang Shangzhen took control of the life, and slammed it at a threshold.

Soon after, I came to the familiar ancestor of the Mazong ancestors. When I saw this person, I didn’t want to fight for a fight. He yelled: "Jiang Shangzhen, still not getting out of the way?! We don’t have a **** for Mazong. you eat!"

Jiang Shangzhen sat on a railing overlooking the old guy who was tempered. He said with a smile on his hippie: "Don't talk, there is something to say, I am now an ally of you."

The ancestors of Ma Zong are not nonsense, they are going to fight.

Jiang Shangzhen quickly raised his hands and said in a serious way: "I have something to look for in your lord, and of course, the guests who are on your mountain, it is best to let them come here to talk."

The ancestors have already taken out the life and look at the posture, not as simple as stretching the bones.

Jiang Shangzhen gently slammed the railings with his hands, but he said: "Here, you have a precious family business in Mazong. Calling them, isn't your loss?"

The old ancestors sneered, when the piece of life wooden sign appeared, there were four kings like God o standing around, the limbs slowly moving, the golden light constantly condensed in the eyelids.

Jiang Shangzhen is afraid that the Beizhou Luzhou monk will play this out, and he will take care of his mother’s handle first.

If it was the same year, Jiang Shangzhen really ate this set. At that time, Jiang Shangzhen was still only a golden Dan, but he dared to claim to be the first to take the initiative, and the first time to fight the martyrdom. Since the beginning of the three-headed. But this trip to Luzhou, Jiang Shangzhen did not intend to return to the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Shangzhen squinted at the height of his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

In a sea of ​​clouds at a high altitude, the embroidered shoes of the lord 竺泉 appeared again. At first, it was as big as a hill, covering the sky, but it was just landing, and it returned to normal shape.

There is still Chen Ping around Yanquan.

The two appeared in the top corridor of this towering loft.

Yanquan let the ancestor return to Muyishan.

The old ancestors, put away the life and four kings like God o.

Jiang Shangzhen laughed and jumped off the railing. "Xiaoquaner said that the day is not like three autumns. We haven't seen each other for ten years. Do you want me? I know, I don't want to be at all, right? ”

Yan Quan was too lazy to look at him and said to Chen Pingan: "Reassured, if there is trouble, I will come over. Slaughter this color embryo, I am more than just going to Pingjingguan City."

Jiang Shangzhen did not take it for granted. He leaned against the railing and made a fan with his hand. He gently fanned the wind and smiled and said: "Xiaoquan is really as lively and lovely as that."

The spring passed away, and the sea of ​​clouds returned to Muyishan.

When the ancestors and the lords of the ancestors went to the ancestors, Jiang Shangzhen’s big sleeves waved, and one strange piece of magic weapon appeared from the sleeves. It was directly banned from the Yunhai Gate that leads directly to the Muyi Mountain, and the other eight murals were small. door.

Then, on the other side of the sea of ​​clouds, there was a faint sound of "Zhang Shangzhen, you are looking for a cut," and then the sea of ​​clouds was shaking. It is estimated that the spring began to slam on the side of Muyishan.

Jiang Shangzhen waved his sleeves again, and there was a fascinating fascinating magic weapon flying over the sleeves, completely blocking the door of the sea of ​​clouds, and then swearing loudly: "If I am murderous here, I will give you a spring when I go out." Dead, can't you succeed?"

Chen Pingan was indifferent to this. He took a pot of wine and threw a pot of wine at Jiang Shangzhen. He said, "Thank you."

Jiang Shangzhen has no previous jokes and feels: "I am very curious, you guess who shot you?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Is it not high?"

Jiang Shangzhen did not have any jokes, but stared at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan gently jumped up and sat on the railing. Jiang Shangzhen also sat aside and drank each other.

Chen Pingan said: "If you ask, I am really sure."

Jiang Shangzhen doubts: "Then I am even more puzzled. I have inquired about your past through various roads. It is reasonable to say that you and her will not have such a deep relationship."

Chen Pingxian first said a digression. "The lord of the ancestors told me earlier that after the white-cage city Pu Pu went to the high sword, he returned to her ‘Swordsman acting, the world is unconstrained’, which is really good.”

Jiang Shangzhen drank a swig of wine, snoring and fretting, like a mouthwash, then looked up and swallowed.

Jiang Shangzhen poured a sip of his face and still did not rush into the belly.

However, it was a broken net worth 70 to 80 valleys in the ghost valley, but I saw such a good show from beginning to end.

Is it humiliating me to talk to me about Jiang Shangzhen?

"The reason why he is unclear with He Xiaoliang."

Chen Pingan no expression, slowly said: "It’s Lu Shen’s **** pit."

Jiang Shangzhen squirted a sip of wine.