Liu Yuyang really just went back to the countryside to see a glimpse. After reading it, he took the dragon boat ferry that was located in Lushan, called “Flip the Ink”, and could not reach the Old Dragon City directly. It needed to be near a drinking water country in the middle of Baojuan. Turn around the Xianjia Ferry and follow the road to the south.

All the ancestral monks of Zhuji Island have already moved from Shuji Lake to the back of the squid, which is regarded as the first Xianjia force to form a covenant with Luoshan.

His Royal Highness Princess Liu Zhongrun, who is now the governor of the curtain, is now a temporary ferry manager. A ferry has no place to sit in the town. It is hard to be reassured.

Yan Xiu was at the ferry of Niujiao Mountain and sent off for Liu Yuyang.

The dragon boat is huge, and it is a Jinshan Yinshan. It can be seen that Liu Yuyang is very emotional. In the early years, the three people, the most wanting to make money, is actually not Gu Yu, it is Chen Pingcai. However, it is not the same as Gu Yu’s desire to make money early and think about how to spend money. Chen Ping is afraid of poverty. Only by earning money every day, no matter how much, even if the family is only one more copper than yesterday, The days of restlessness have become stable, and the days of stability have become more stable.

This time, when returning to his hometown, Liu Yuyang was mostly walking in the door, and the neighbors who stayed in the town for a long time were pulling home. The old man was less than a year, and the children wearing the open pants grew up year by year. Every marriage has been married. I don’t know Liu Yuyang. Those old people of the past are busy doing business in the city. So Liu Yuyang really has the opportunity to talk to people, not much, and he is destined in the future. Will be less and less.

Now chatting with the old man, Xinghuaxiang became the horse of the gods in the mountains, and the landlord Chen Ping, who bought many hills in his hometown, became the Song of the Longzi Longsun, and the official in the state. Dong Shuijing, where the masters are doing big business together, is the topic of the most talked about by the town.

And these old people who have been squandering their lives seem to like to praise the feng shui of Xinghua Lane and Mud Lane, saying that it is no worse than that of Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.

Liu Yuyang likes to listen to the old people to recite these parents short, especially some old people who were not familiar with Mud Lane all the time. Speaking of Chen’s peace, it seems that he is looking at his own younger generation every day, so that Liu Yuyang listens very happy. Indeed, in dealing with people, especially with the elders, Chen Pingan is very good at childhood, usually not much, can see people on the road, will greet, never messed up, even if the other party ignores, squinting Do not give, the next time I met, the mud bottle alley will still be called a regular.

Some of the fortune, suddenly rich, is based on good life, envy does not come. Some things can be done, it depends on the accumulation of bits and pieces, it seems that you can learn casually, and it seems that you can't learn.

Liu Yuyang waited for the docking of the dragon boat ferry, and also needed to unload the cargo. Now the sale of the dragon boat is related to the Ma Mazong and Chunlu in Beizhou Luzhou. This is a heavenly thing that many people in the town can't imagine.

Liu Yuyang suddenly smiled and asked: "The child named Xie Ling on the mountain is very pretty."

There is something in the words that has always been a town custom.

Yan Xiu snorted and said: "It is a child."

Liu Yuyang has some gloating.

Yan Xiu said: "You can't control you."

Liu Yuyang nodded: "I am beaten to death, I beat him a meal, Gu Yu does not fight back, can not change the basic heart of the small nose worm, this point, I have known very early, so I did not think about how to manage him. This small The **** finally has a conscience, knowing who is really good to him."

Yan Xiu and Liu Yuyang are old-fashioned. In fact, Liu Yuyang entered the sword shop on the shore of the Longxu River earlier than Chen Ping, and he was an apprentice. It was not the kind of work that Chen Ping later helped. Burning porcelain is also good, casting a sword to fight iron, it seems that Liu Yuyang has to go to the home faster than Chen Pingan, Liu Yuyang is like paving the way, with a path to go, he likes to pull Chen Ping behind him.

On the road of life, many people are willing to have a good life with their friends, but they may not want to be friends better than themselves, especially so much.

Liu Shuyang is not like this, Chen Ping is not, this is probably two people with very different temperaments, why they can become true friends, and after both worlds have undergone earth-shaking changes, they are even more friends.

Yan Xiu held the embroidered pad in one hand and picked up a peach cake. He asked: "I didn't go to the mud bottle lane to say hello to her, talk a few words?"

Liu Yuyang said with emotion: "The admiration of youth is very happy, and looking back, it is a beautiful nostalgia."

When Liu Shuyang’s emotions were completed, Yan Xiu had already finished eating a piece of cake and picked up an almond cake. He said, “You talked to me, I am very happy.”

Liu Yuyang smiled and said: "Master Shi drinking, I am Chen Ping."

Yan Xiu snorted.

Liu Yuyang is not a lie, but there is still a business, not good with Yu Xiu. When Chen Yuan went to the sea, he returned to Liu Yiyang and asked him to return to his hometown to help him to give a poem to Bao’an. Liu Yuyang feels that it is more appropriate to let the chief of the big brother and the future master go to the young emperor. That thing is not too small, it is about the alcoholic Chen Chen will support the Datun Shanya Academy, returning to the 72nd Academy, but the Dalu was built in the Linlu Academy in the Phiyun Mountain, and the alcoholic Chen is unfamiliar. I won’t say more than one word at the Temple of Literature.

When Liu Yuyang had some doubts at the time, he asked calmly, and did not know the sage of the sage of the sage of the sage, why did he have to do this, and he was not worried about the internal criticism of the Yasheng?

Liu Yuyang’s hidden worry is not unreasonable. An associate teacher of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple, whether it is a realm or a senior, is comparable to Chen Yu’an. In short, Chen Yu’an is the famous melody of the world. The pillars of the Holy Pulse, but Chen Yu'an is in the context of the sacred veins of the Yasheng, and there are still many restrictions on words and deeds.

At the time, Chen Yuan seemed to be in a good mood. He said with Liu Yuyang that this was a book he was doing with Chen Pingan. If Chen Pingan only relied on the identity of a disciple of Wen Sheng, he would dare to talk to him about Chen Xiaoan, then it would be bad. . Finally, at the foot of it is the rocky cliff of Daheyu. Chen Yinan took a picture of Liu Yuyang’s shoulder. The old gentleman and the young man said a new words, saying that we, the scholars, don’t have to be ashamed to talk about interests, and they have to be high-minded in their hearts. To be pragmatic, the scholars must go out of the study, walk around the people, and talk about the truth that those who have not read the book can understand.

At the time, Liu Yuyang blurted out a sentence and said that the same person in our scholars should not be a scholar.

The old man is very pleased, smiles and smiles, saying that the style of our family is very good.

Yan Xiu suddenly said: "I have said that I have not missed too much. Then I still take the underground river. The ferry that goes directly to the Old Dragon City is not without."

Liu Yuyang rubbed his cheeks and said: "The town was so big. The beautiful girl in Taoye Lane in Fulu Street didn't dare to think about anything. She was different. She was a neighbor of Chen Ping and lived in a mud bottle. Lane, even my family's ancestral home is not the same, she is still the niece of Song Chai, every day doing the work of picking water for cooking, I feel how much worthy of her, to say how much like, okay, there are, or I like it very much, but I don’t have to think about it, scratch my heart and scratch my liver. Everything goes with it, how can it be?

Yan Xiu asked: "What is the place of the Great Wall of Jianqi?"

Liu Yuyang thought for a moment, "It is a place where there is nothing, only a lot of swords, and practice, life and death. It seems that it is not too big a thing on the sword wall. So there are too many drunks, swords After all, Xiu and Jianxian like to drink. It can even be said that in the impression, the Great Wall of Jianqi is outside my hometown, and the tallest person is not like a place of Gaoren."

Yan Xiu nodded.

Liu Yuyang’s face was awkward and hesitated for a long time. He finally couldn’t help but say: “Yu Xiu, I know you very early, right? We have a good relationship, right? Just some words, I really don’t say much, Chen Pingan You are my friends, so I can only try to say something that you might want to hear in something."

Yan Xiu looked up and looked at Liu Yuyang and shook his head. "I don't want to listen to the words that you think I want to hear. For example, what is better than Ning Yao, you and I are better friends than Ning Yao."

Liu Yuyang was relieved and laughed. "The girl is a girl."

Yan Xiu said: "I only asked this question, besides being curious about how the Great Wall is now, I want to know if he is there, if he is doing well, if he has Ning Yao, he is very good. I am a friend with him and I will be very happy."

Liu Yuyang just wants to talk a few words along the words of Yan Xiu, saying that Chen Ping’s kid is like a fish in the Great Wall of the Jianqi. Liu Yuyang suddenly stopped and silently warned himself not to talk too much.

In the next few years, Liu Yuyang will return to his hometown next time, and he will justifiably become the ancestral hall of Longquan Jianzong. On this matter, after Liu Yuyang’s mountaineering, he and the rumors and recorded disciples all understand, but Liu Yuyang is in the founder. The ranking on the pedigree is after the Dongshan disciple Dong Gu, or directly after Xie Ling, did not say, Liu Yuyang did not ask, it became a lot of interesting talks after the many famous disciples of Longquan Jianzong. Up and down the door, nowadays are also familiar with the temper of the Sovereign. As long as the sword is sincere and the words are not too much, there is a lot of speculation about Liu Yuyang's practice. After all, there are not many Confucian disciples who are just a few.

Yan Xiu curiously asked: "Why are you still willing to come back here and practice the sword in Longquan Jianzong? I can't teach you anything."

Liu Yuyang reluctantly said: "Chen Pingan will take care of others and is not very good at taking care of himself. I am far away and not at ease."

"‘I don’t trust Chen’s peace.”

Yan Xiu whispered a whisper of Liu Yuyang’s lungs. She laughed and put away the embroidered plaque into the sleeves. She touched the fingers of the pastry crumbs and gently rubbed the sloppy smocks. “Liu Yuyang, not everyone. Qualifying to say this kind of thing may be okay before, it will be very difficult in the future."

Liu Yuyang smiled and said: "I don't trust Chen Ping."

Yan Xiu smiles and blinks.

Old Dragon City, Wang Fu Temple, study.

In the book case, there are some orthodox history books of different dynasties, Wenhao poetry collections, calligraphy and painting brochures, and no fairy objects are placed as decorations.

There are four screens behind the book, one map of the old Dagu, one map of Baoliangzhou, and the other two, which are respectively distributed with the map of Tongzhou and Beijia Luzhou Xianjiamen.

From the northern hometown, he just returned to the southern part of the Song Dynasty salary, sitting alone in the study, moving the chair direction, facing the four screens.

Song set salary hands around a small and exquisite heart-building pot, gently rotating, the small pot land for the word "mountain".

Song set salary gently twisted the small pot in his hand, this thing was lost and recovered, it is a return to the original owner, but the means is not very glorious, but the Song salary does not matter what the South China will think.

At that time, Min Nanhua entered the Zhuzhu Dongtian, bought a small pot with a bag of gold fine copper coins and an old dragon cloth Yupei. This sale is actually fair, of course, Nannan Hua still relies on The matter has not been a small leak, unlike many magic weapons on the mountain, there is a good rank, but it is a chicken rib for the monks of the immortals. This is the rare magic weapon of the high-ranking lake, the most suitable for the immortal cultivation. Dao Xin, Moze Qifu, not only that, there is a small hole in the pot, or a square inch, so after Min Nanhua succeeded, please inspect the high, and I was very cherished.

Yesterday, Minnanhua and the young Yu Wang "retrospected the old", Song paid a salary to mention this small pot, today Xiaonanhua sent people to send.

Song salary is not really a graciousness to cultivate a heart-warming pot, but this time to travel back to the countryside, so that the young king who has always seemed diligent and diligent, but who has actually passed through, is from a mud bottle lane Song that does not seek merit but seeks nothing. Collecting salary, unwittingly raised a heart, and finally began to use the big king "Song Song" to live on his own, then this re-fall into the hands of the small pot, Song set salary to release one hand, gently smashing, this is the mountain The weight of power.

Since ancient times, Xianjia light princes.

But today's Da Yu dynasty is different. It has already been to suppress all the forces on the mountain, and to be overwhelmed by the power of the mountains. You are a god, a sect, and a true patriarch. What happened to the behemoth, to the imperial emperor "Song He", the royal study of the small dynasty, still have to be half a courtier, you need to look at the face of the people to act, squat, and get up.

Song’s salary was free to throw away the small pot that was worthless, and the hands were rotated.

There are two secret files on the table behind him, all of which are collected by the Songs and asked by the copper people to collect the information on the terrace. Song’s salary is completely convinced that the green wave pavilion is the spy, because the earliest owner of Green Potting, after all, is the big lady. Today's Empress Dowager is the birth mother of Song. Although Greenbo Pavilion and Niu Malan are now part of the National Teacher, the Song salary is very clear. Many elderly people who have not been removed from the Green Pavilion know How to do it, in the emperor Song He, the Queen Mother, and the singularity of the king of the Song Dynasty, how to choose, the fool is clear.

The holding of the terrace is a spy agency unique to the military. It will only be heard by the uncle Song Changjing, and even the national teacher Cui Wei will not intervene.

Song set salary turned over, and looked at the two files, one is the list of five monks on the Luzhou Luzhou, very detailed, one is about the "juvenile Cui Dongshan" file, very simple.

Li Di Feng Huozhen real people, Li Xia of the Taixia pulse has already passed away, referring to the Xuanfeng Yuanling Temple, in addition to the Baiyun Taoshan two veins, fortunately one of them is only Yuan Yingjing, otherwise the fire dragon real person this pulse is really terrible

It is.

Heaven is thankful.

The bones of the bones of the sacred sects, the sect of the sect, the two ancestors.

Ghost Valley Jingguan City, Gao Cheng.

Among the Taolin, there are Taoist temples, temples, and Tibetan mastiffs. The specific details are unknown.

Duckweed Jianhu, the woman sword fairy pick. Has been far away from the Jiancheng Great Wall.

Taixuan Jianzong, the lord Han Zizi, the old ancestor Huang Tong, the new jade scorpion Jianxian Liu Jinglong. Han Yuzi is also in the Great Wall of Jianqi for many years.

The first sword of the Northland, the white skirt, the teacher of Xu Wei.

Lushan Yuyue, who has died in battle, exchanges his life with Shijing Wufu Guyou, which is a great loss for the entire Beizhou Luzhou.

Shui Longzong, Bei Zong Sun Jie, Nan Zong Shao Jingzhi.

Master Qiong Linzong.

Dayuan Dynasty Chongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace, Yang's owner.

Cool Zong He Xiaoliang.

For the time being, I don’t know the life and death of the immortal field, Huang Juran.

In addition, there are many similarities with the Taolin Taoist temples and temples, as well as those who are few in the world and quietly retreat. The Dalai dynasty's espionage is difficult to penetrate into the hinterland of Beiju, to explore the long-standing dust. The truth. There are also some secret history, which is the journey of all the living and dead swordsmen.

As for the Cui Dongshan, the terrace only gave a blank sheet of paper.

However, there are two papers that have been transferred from the criminal department to the study room. A brief description of where the person appeared, stayed, and behaved in his or her life, the most in the school, and the first time he appeared in the Zhuzhudongtian, which has not yet broken. After that, the younger boy of Lu’s prince, Yu Lu, and the girl who changed his name, took it to the Daxu Academy. On the other side, he and Cai Dao’s offering of Cai Jingshen, a conflict, and a magic weapon in the capital. Heavy rain, and later with the Xiu Xiu to kill a Zhu Ying dynasty, a Yuan Ying bottleneck sword repair, successfully killed it on the border of Zhu Ying Dynasty.

The ending of the first page of the document of the Ministry of Justice is that this person has a very fast break, a lot of magic weapons and extremely strange temperament.

The second page of paper, dense, is all the introduction of those magic weapons.

Song collected salary to regain sight, turned his head and continued to stare at the four screens. Nowadays, people who go to the mountain on the mountain of the king’s palace are mixed, and many hidden identities, the other party does not take the initiative to break, Song’s salary breaks the head and can’t guess, there is Tong Ye Zong lurked in Baoguanzhou for many years in the secret home of the Zu Shi Tang, as well as the business manager of the Beiju Luzhou Qionglinzong in Baopingzhou.

Song set salary was like a fool at first. He could only say some proper words. But after the resumption of the game, Song’s salary was discovered. The self-recognized words were actually the most inappropriate. It is estimated that many people will not disclose their identity. The world-famous high-ranking man feels that chatting with himself, the young king, is simply playing the piano.

Because Song’s salary has always been, I have never wanted to understand what I want.

In exchange for Song and the real name? Fighting for a dragon chair with your brother? Song salary is not interested, or Song salary is very afraid of repeating the same mistakes, but anyone who has read several books of history knows that the brothers of the Emperor's House will kill many people. When the son of today, the Empress Dowager, after all, is his close relatives. Song salary found that his life seems to have been so muddy, love is hard to be pure, hate no one is completely, in the end, they will pay their debts one by one, supervise the official Song Yuzhang, neighbor Chen Pingan, prostitute female gui...

Can't go on like this anymore.

Song’s salary was tight in the hands of the Yang Xin pot, and suddenly got up.

The childish Gui in the door of the study actually stood quietly for a long time. Only then did he say: "The son, someone asked for it, waited for a long time. It was Yunlin Jiang’s niece, the wife of Minnan Hua, um, the woman was squatting. Rich state. But it is the high man who has displayed the blind eye, the real looks, okay."

Song collected a smile and walked to the door.

When walking alongside her, Song’s salary whispered softly: “How much do you need for snake gallstones, gold coins?”

The child’s eyes brightened and smiled: “The son, of course, is in line with the early years of silver. It’s more good, but now these materials are strictly controlled by the court. The capital of the Imperial City will not be taken out.”

Song set salary smiled: "Do not worry, just find a small thing by the head. I can do a pen trade with Nanyue Shanjun, take Fan Fanmao as a blind man, and try to intercept half of it for you."

Juvenile is like an accident, secretly looking at the eyes of the Song, the son is now somewhat different.

She continued to swim in sight, but did not vent the open air.

Today, Bao Ping Chau can make her heart-wrenching characters, there are only a handful, there is just one, and the most unwilling to provoke.

After the Song salary was far from the study.

From the back of the four screens, a white boy was circling, and the corner of the corner was still carrying a child who did not breathe from beginning to end.

Cui Dongshan held a folding fan, gently tapped the back, flipped the wrist with one hand, changed a brush, circled on a screen, and the northern part of Luzhou, helped write more Wushang monks on the top. The name, then squatted on the table, flipped through the three pages of his own paper, first on the two pages of the criminal file, on many unnamed magic items, one by one, and finally the blank page in the cattle and horses On, write down a sentence, Cui Wei is a pharaoh, do not believe to ask him.

After writing, I am satisfied.

I waved my hand and let the high-brother come to my side. Cui Dongshan bent over and painted on the child's face.

Then the head did not lift, smiled and said: "Ma Ku Xuan, enjoy the habit of not beinghave well, one day, you will suffer a lot."

Ma Kuantun appeared out of his body and leaned against the entrance of the study. "How much suffering? How do you die? Causes and entanglements? National teacher, others don't know, even the frog at the bottom of the well, the shallow cluster of shallow water. But you will not know I am not afraid of this?"

Cui Dongshan still draws turtles on the face of Gao Laodi. "On the way, I saw a scholar who is very righteous and ignorant. I look at people's hearts and the general trend. I still have some skills. In the face of a team of swords and rifles, I pretended to be generous. I am willing to sneak a sneak peek at this country. I really deceived him a reputation for fame. I let people take the scabbard and only smashed a finger of the reader with a shank, and said only to the official. A few words, life is alive, and there are not only two things in life and death. Between life and death, there are many disasters. As long as you have passed through the pain of ten fingers, just keep your mind, I keep him in this life, you can be a small country, when you were a literary world. The leader, after death, can still nickname the literary genre. As a result, guess what?"

Ma Kui Xuan frowned.

After Cui Dongshan finished painting, he nodded and wrote a pen everywhere. It was a manifestation of his life skills. Then he turned his head and smiled: "You said that you are not afraid of death. I believe it, but you are even entangled in causality." I don't understand, the frog at the bottom of the well, where is the qualification and I said that I am afraid of it? Is it the arrangement of the horse orchid? Who is it? I am not scaring you. It is a matter of high morality. How many people can kill me? Even if you will With the realm of Tongtian, I still let you worry for thousands of years, and let it go. So, smart, let me save snacks. Otherwise, when you have a real fear, for me, there is What is the benefit? One of the fundamental purposes of the work theory is to try not to make people stupid, and to make sure that you seek benefits and gain benefits."

Ma Kui Xuan nodded, "justified."

Cui Dongshan sat in a chair and rotated the folding fan in his hand. He smiled and said: "If you don't beat a few days, you will fight poorly. You say it is fun and not fun."

Ma Bianxuan smiled and said: "Today can play poor, Minger may be able to fight the rich family, people always have to think about living, or simply be a child for a lifetime."

Cui Dongshan stunned and nodded hard: "It makes sense."

Ma Bianxuan hugs his fist: "I hope to listen to the teachings of the national teacher in the future."

After Cui Dongshan left the horse, he swayed the fan and leisurely. He wrote four big books on the fan, and he served with morality.

Cui Dongshan stretched out a finger and casually sketched it. It should be writing, and complacent: "Three inches in vertical, thousands of heights. One line is flying white, Changhong is empty..."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the child who stood silently next to the book. "Which child is so handsome."

The whole face was suddenly said by the child of the ghost character: "Sir, I want to learn chess."

Cui Dongshan said with a white eye: "Teach a fist to teach, starve to death, teach you to play chess, what good is it?"

The child said: "You can play chess with your husband."

Cui Dongshan shook his head and did not give an answer. He just said a strange sentence that couldn’t be understood: "The will of the will, there will be a return."

It’s not a crazy thing to engrave the sword.

Cui Dongshan began to close his eyes and raise his spirits.

The child begins to daze.

After half an hour, Song’s salary went back to the study alone, and the child said that he would go out to the city.

After Song’s salary saw the white-shirted young man who had occupied the nest, he stopped and went on. He took a chair and sat down and smiled: "Mr. Cui is really missing."

Old Dragon City is not a place where people who can practice the monks can enter the uninhabited environment.

Cui Dongshan opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Song’s salary nodded: "Some guesses."

Cui Dongshan beat his shoulder with a folding fan. "High brother, tell him who I am, I am afraid he guessed wrong."

The child said with a bow: "My husband is Dongshan."

Cui Dongshan received a folding fan, and suddenly laughed with a big chair, and the whole chair was smashed.

Cui Dongshan suddenly converges and stands up.

Being shocked and invisible, Song collected his body and immediately stood up.

Cui Dongshan said: "I don't want to paste with you now. My name is Cui Dongshan, and Cui Wei is one of my least famous children."

Song’s salary was bent over and whispered: “The national teacher is so hard to be honest.”

Cui Dongshan made a fan with his hand, and the breeze blew his face. "Why do you worry about it, only self-deprecating."

The three pages of paper on the table were turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.

Cui Dongshan bypassed the table and walked to the window sill near the Song salary. He whispered: "Qi Jingchun is not low on your expectations. Why are these years not good?"

Song’s salary is silent.

Cui Dongshan lamented, "Song collects salary, Song pays, you know, your life, in a lot of romance novels, you are the first to appear in the opening, or the last appearance of the ending. You 咋I don’t disappoint myself? The small brain is not fascinating? You look at the apricot flower alley, you have a cat, you are even more amazing. Before you go out, you bring a Wang Zhu, for example, plus Xie Ling of Taoye Lane, his ancestors can come out from the first few pages of the spectrum, and you are the kind of people who are destined to return to God!"

Song set salary face ugly, what is this with?

The white boy raised his head and put on a tearful voice. He seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not enough, and he made a snap.

The tall old man was fascinated by the gods and began to sing that little song. It was a happy story about the stinky tofu.

In the view of Cui Dongshan, there are two kinds of good living methods for one person. One is that God enjoys eating rice, and there is little worry, no big concern. When you close your eyes, you can comfort yourself every day. One is that the ancestors have a meal to eat, there is a skill to wear, do not have to worry about the wind and sun, rain, and money, so you can eat candied haws, you can eat stinky tofu, you can also have a bunch of candied fruit, a bite of a gourd, a piece Stinky tofu.

Poor young king, standing in the same place, I don't know what to think.

On the square outside the main gate of the Tsengfeng Zu Shitang, a grand martial arts conference was held. The table was attached to the table, and four tables and four benches were placed. The table was filled with melons and fruit cakes.

Of course, the gates of the Zu Shitang are not opened casually, and they are not allowed to move things out, so the tables and benches are specially moved from the back of the mountains.

Everyone here, now is the main rudder of Longquan County.

The rudder main money, sitting in the main position, back to the gate of the Zu Shitang, arms around the chest, she placed a wooden sign on the table in front of her, is the lord token of the Longquan County rudder, the bottle sister It has been kept for many years by money.

Just after being promoted to the rudder, the rudder master did not take long to settle down the mountain, and the rudder was dedicated to Chen Wenshu to attend the meeting. Chen Ling was absent from the rudder. He had already been counted on the ledger by the rudder.

The girl in the pink dress who is in charge of all the keys to the house in Luoshan, and the little girl in black with a golden sling and a green bamboo stick, sit side by side on the bench.

Li Wei, a small rudder of a school under the rudder of the rudder, has members of the Cliff College students Liu Guan and Ma Wei, and the three are crowded on a bench. Liu Guan and Ma Wei and Li Wei are not only the classmates of the Daxie Shanya Academy, but also a friend of the school. Liu Guan is a child of the Han family. Ma Wei is a big-named Hao valve. Ma’s family and Dagu’s Goyang Gao’s In-laws, Liu Guan Ma Wei are the seeds of the book that are highly regarded by the masters of the school.

There is also the right-hand protection method of Rongsheng Qilong Lane. The original Shantou Mountain and the Houlong City Chengge Pavilion incense villain, because of the smallest size, was allowed to sit on the table by the rudder master, and was fortunate to be able to face the rudder master.

The rider’s left guard is kneeling under the bench.

As the chief rudder of the martial arts lord, Li Bao bottle. The rudder of the ruling rudder, the big white goose Cui Dongshan, the two were absent from the league.

When I coughed and coughed, I swept over the crowd and said, "Today you are convening, there are three things to discuss, not a play... Zhou Mi, first put the seeds back. Liu Guan, sitting and sitting."

The little girl silently put down the melon that was in her hand. Liu Guan is sitting well.

The main rudder of the rudder, really iron-faced selfless, so emotional.

Say money

Three things, the first thing, the promulgation of several rules of the rudder, are the fundamental purposes of walking the rivers and lakes, are all copied from the rivers and lakes novels, mainly around the teachings of Master. For example, having a skill, is the foundation of Jianghu people, and the martial arts is the martial arts of Jianghu people. Besides the fists and swords, how to distinguish between right and wrong, accurate and unsuccessful, is a true heroes need to think about If you think about it again, the road will not be flat, you must have it, but it is not enough.

Then there is the reason for the change of a series of duties and promotion of the rudder. Emphasis was placed on the punctuality of Zhou Mi and the incense villain, and severely criticized the lazy absenteeism of the riding dragon left guard.

The last thing, she is going to go to Wubei to go to Luzhou with Li Wei. This is the first time that the rudder has been traveling down the mountain. Therefore, we need to work together and talk about the experience of walking the rivers and lakes. Chen Wenshu is responsible for Write by the side, write a book and copy a few copies, and a manpower in the future.

After chatting about the business, I took a lot of money and shook my hands.

On the peak of the twilight, it is happy.

All the way with the wind and the birds in the sky, the Mazong was dragged by the spirits of the intercontinental ferry in the sea of ​​clouds, and smoothly docked at the Bianjitan Ferry, where there were two Luoyushan names and worships, together with the Sovereign The Yuan Ying monk Du Wensi, who was stationed in Qinglan Town, Ghost Valley, and the Muzishan Zu Shitang, Chuan Jianjian, Pang Lanxi. Chen Lingjun took the mountain stick and carried the bamboo box and walked down the ferry. Many of the monks from the south and the south, and the monks who finally returned to their hometowns flew down the ferry, screaming, and dumplings. They had a dispute with many ferry monks. Seeing that Chen Ling is an eye-opener, the people of the Northern Zhou Luzhou monk are really well-deserved, and they are heroic and bold. This is going to be left in the own Niujiaoshan Ferry. How many people have to be beaten by Longquan Jianzong and Dagu?

Chen Lingjun first went to the mural city that was getting colder and clearer. He bought a set of pictures to fill the goddess. It was regarded as the door-to-door ceremony for the masons. These expenses, the Lost Mountain ancestral hall, prepaid an angel's money to Chen Lingjun early, but Chen Lingjun did not. Using a small snow money from the small vault, joking, will Chen Grande lack this money? If it was in the early years of the Imperial River, walking in the rivers and lakes, the gods and money smashed each other, similar to thunder, but after arriving in Longquan County, Chen was only slightly better with people, otherwise he was so hot... Niang gave a punch to death.

Sometimes, I like Chen Lingjun, who is thinking about it alone. I always feel that all the temperamentians under the sun should live in the town for a while, and they are eager to discuss some experience of the rivers and lakes.

In the majestic mascara, the lord 竺泉 did not show up, the two ancestors were not on the mountain, a long-distance tour for many years, as for the other ancestor of the ancestors, these years have been busy with the visit Zong's middle-aged old man, together with the reinforcement of the mountain guard, Pang Lanxi is in retreat, Du Wensi is still in the Qinglan town with the help of the shelf, Chen Ling did not see the acquaintance, while the face of his own master is not big enough, even No lord personally took over, set up a dust-washing banquet for himself, and worked hard to maintain the posture of the big world. He also had to look around carefully. In the early days of the town blacksmith shop, he was almost stunned. A sage of a wind and snow temple dressed up like a crop, is it unclear that it is intentionally pitted? So when I went out, Chen Ling felt that she was still safer.

Chen Lingjun sent a ceremony to receive Chen Lingjun and the person receiving the gift. It was named Wei Yusong, and he was arrogant. He claimed to be the accountant who was squandered every day and talked the most. Mr. Chen Lingjun felt that he had encountered a difficult brother and brother, but kept reminding him. If you go out this time, don't be easy to talk to your brother. Chen Lingjun has no way to turn over the book, but it is mostly the precautions of the mountains and rivers. The Majizong and Chunlu, the masters of the family who have stepped on the points and formed the incense, Chen Lingjun did not care carefully. I felt that Wei Yusong had a good chance to vote. It was a good candidate to burn the yellow paper. Chen Lingjun quickly hugged the Buddha’s foot and found a chance to secretly take out a book of his own master and turned it over to the Mazong. Wei Yusong, the master specially mentioned a few strokes on the booklet, said that it is a predecessor who will be very good at buying and selling. It is regarded as the **** of wealth of the Mazong, reminding Chen Lingjun to see later, must respect a few points, and say a few words.

Now that he knows that the other party is a big man who manages money, Chen Lingjun immediately has a heart, a fairy mountain, three people can not provoke, control the rules of the division, certainly fists hard, control the money, not the province The oil lamp, surely the heart is black, and the last one is the ancestral hall of the very old ancestral hall.

Say goodbye to Nawei Yusong, refused to retain the other side, and even dared not to send the other side to the mountain gate. When Chen Ling was down the mountain alone, he encountered a woman with a flat face. It seemed that his eyes were not quite right. Chen Ling was somewhat guilty. Awkward, Lao Tzu is not that Wei Wei, hehe. The woman had no eyesight, and she was sneaking around with Chen Lingjun. At the door of the mountain gate, Chen Ling was somewhat guilty. She planned to change her mind, re-climbing, and staying in the Mazong for a few days, so that she would marry the woman. It’s not too late to get rid of it.

At the gate of the mountain, when the woman with the knife at the waist claimed to be a spring, Chen Ling’s knees were soft and his body was shaken, and it was hard to stabilize.

Yan Quan smiled and said: "Wei Wei has already sent a letter to Muyishan, and after going to the river, if there is some trouble, you can report the name of the Mazongzongquan, which may not be able to save lives, but it can certainly help you revenge. Of course, no trouble is the best. But it will be very difficult. In our Beizhou Luzhou tour, there is no trouble with a lot of troubles.

Chen Lingjun shouted a thank you. When Yan Quan waved his hand, Chen Ling said aloud, and Quan Quan suddenly asked: "When will Chen Ping return from the Great Wall of Jianhe?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head: "Not very clear, my family's lord travels every time, when I go home, there is no exact number."

Yan Quan looked at Chen Lingjun’s bamboo box and the mountain stick. He laughed and said: "You are in the mountains, are you walking in the rivers and lakes?"

Chen Lingjun nodded hard.

Yan Quan suddenly said with emotion: "Some envy of that guy's ... freedom."

Chen Lingjun couldn't understand the eccentric words of these mountain figures hidden in the clouds, but it was hard to hear that the woman who was a famous woman was still very impressed with her grandfather. Otherwise, she does not need to make a special trip from Ghost Valley to Mt. In the ordinary mountain, the fairy family, the most important thing is to sit on the same level, to treat people, the rules are complicated, in fact, there is a Wei Yusong seeing him Chen Lingjun, has already let Chen Ling are satisfied.

One of the five masters of the lord, but also dare to die, the ghosts of the valley, Gao Cheng, for so many years, such a woman really hero, actually appeared in person, so Chen Ling has left the Muyishan, walking a little floating.

According to the established route, Chen Lingjun took a spring dew ferry to the east of Jishui to enter the sea. The ferry management was the Jindan monk Song Lanxuan. Now he has a chair in the spring dew ancestral hall. After Chen Lingjun visited, Song Lanqi was too polite. Chen Lingjun was directly placed in the Tianzihao room. He personally accompanied Chen Lingjun for a long time. In the speech, for Chen Pingan and Luoshan, in addition to the enthusiasm of the heart, Gong Gong was humble and let Chen Lingjun More uncomfortable.

Nowadays, there are Luoshan Mountain, Phiyun Mountain, Dai Mazong, Chunlu, and the Quartet. Among them, the Mazong Wei Yusong and the Chunlu and Tang Dynasties are the responsible persons responsible for the specific affairs of the size. Song Lanxuan and Tang Yan are allies, themselves. The members of the ancestral hall who can become Chunluo are owed to the young Chen Jianxian, not to mention the latter’s evangelism with Song Lanxie. Song Lanyi has never seen his master, so he never forgets an outsider. That is no longer a relationship between Jian Xian and Jian Xian.

Chen Ling is farther away from home, and he is more homesick.

Everyone misses it, and even the old scorpion who is practicing in the Huanghu Mountain will often think of it.

On the occasion of the departure of the ferry, Wei Wei said a word, saying that the person who cultivated the monk went out, killing people by technique, pressing the people with pressure, not too difficult, it is difficult to win the hearts of others.

For the first time, Chen Lingjun carefully read the contents of the previously omitted booklet, and then went to the observation deck. He stayed on the side of the railing and stayed in the sky. The sky was high and the moon was half-circle. It was far and near, as if the ferry had to change the route slightly. You can hit it all at once, just as it is as simple as a visitor through an arch.

The lord is not in the mountains, it is the same, Chen Ling are already feeling.

It’s hard not to understand why it’s not the same, not the same place, without leaving the Lonely Mountain.

When I was with the old man, the identity of the realm, it seems that it is easy to be ignored. When Chen Ling is walking on the mountain road that the master has walked through, he discovers that the boy who was unwilling to follow the old boy in the same year seems to have changed. It’s very powerful.

Chen Lingyi converged his thoughts, packed up the baggage parcels, and greeted Song Lanlan, then left the ferry on the way, went to the city and went straight to the Temple of Fire.

Under the secret plan of the Dragon Palace in the Cangwu Lake, the Temple of Fire, which was once ruined, was rebuilt. The local government spent a lot of money to reshape a painted statue, and the incense was prosperous. Chen Lingjun picked a late night, and Gong Gongbi knocked on the door to see. The man who was not in the realm of the realm, Chen Lingjun took out a lot of Xianjia wine, the man who appeared in the real body is very happy, just about Chen Pingan now, the man does not ask.

Chen Lingjun feels that this old brother is very appetizing for himself, and he is the most arrogant!

So the two sides drink alcohol, there is no need to persuade.

The lord not only wrote in the book, but also wrote a book. He also verbally chanted Chen Lingjun. This local **** is his friend of Chen Ping, owing a meal.

On the other side of the Dragon Palace in the Cangwu Lake, I received a report from the Temple of the Fire Temple. The Yin Jun of Hou Jun immediately came in late night without carrying any confidant, eight hundred miles away, for a whole driving city within the jurisdiction. For Hu Jun, it is just a few steps to walk around the yard.

I saw the Tsing Yi child who was full of burgundy and was swaying in the mountains. Hu Jun Yin Hou smashed, and Chen Jianxian, how can there be such a friend?

Just a drink, it’s all fun.

However, the man of the Temple of Fire, after Yin Hou came, just treated with courtesy, not warm, but it was a good drink with Chen Ling.

In the early morning, Chen Linglv left the Temple of Fire, went to Jinwu Palace, and visited the Jindan bottleneck sword repair, Liu Qingqing.

The same was the grand hospitality, and Bi Gong Bi Jing was sent to the mountain peak of Liu Wenqing's retreat.

Chen Lingjun saw Liu Qingqing.

The beauty of the young and beautiful, the head of the fairy, the snow-white robes, the direct-minded people feel as if the famous mountains and rivers under the sun are waiting for the fortunes of such monks.

Liu Wenqing smiled and asked if she would drink tea. Chen Ling said that there is no need to use it. Liu Qingqing does not insist. In fact, there is nothing to talk about between the two sides. Liu Qingqing is not the kind of mountain monk who is good at socializing. Both the host and the guest are more polite, Chen Ling has nothing to say. At that time, Liu Qingqing will not be retained, Chen Lingjun will start to leave, Liu Wenqing will be sent to the foot of the mountain, Chen Ling knows that this person is in retreat, quickly refused, flew down the mountain, left the Jinwu Palace, as for the Jinwu Palace, waiting for the foot of the mountain, Chen Lingjun They refused the banquet of the other party, sinned, thanked and agreed to the next time. In one go, Chen Ling was more and more familiar.

After that, go to the spring dew, and then do not take the Xianjia Ferry.

In the end, it is natural and hydrophilic. Chen Ling has picked up an ordinary vessel. In the boat paintings, in the snoring of the two sides, the canoe is a guest.

In the spring dew area, Chen Lingjun did not bother to find Song Lanxuan, who is already an old acquaintance. Instead, according to the photo album, he first visited the two sides of the sea and went to the sea, then went to Chunlu, and visited Yuying Cliff. Going to the shop where the old master founded, there is a generation of shopkeepers, business is very good, Chen Lingjun has been a two-day shop buddy.

In the night, there was a sword in the continent.

The whole spring dew was flashing brightly, and Chen Lingjun quickly opened the shop and looked up. The street was bustling, saying that there was a sword fairy falling on the Great Wall of Jian

Chen Lingjun, who was far away from his hometown, thought of the lord who was farther away from home than himself. He sat on the threshold and held his hands and looked stunned.

On the southern battlefield of the Great Wall of Jianqi, the third long golden river appeared.

A young man carried a sword and was filled with the borrowed sword square sword.

Chen Pingan stood on the top of the city and looked at the battlefield for a moment. He stepped out of the battlefield and fell into the earth. During the process of falling, his hands had rolled up his sleeves. When he was about to land, his knees were slightly curved and stepped on the void. Suddenly rushing forward, behind the earth, a large pit was sag, and the depth of the ground was deep and thundering.

Not a sword, but a wind.

Just like an arrow moment away from the wall more than a hundred feet, holding the heads of two demon monks with both hands, gently push, the two dead bodies of the skull fell out.

When Chen Pingan floated down, all the swords around the battlefield were consciously far away from here, and they automatically gave way to a young invisible official who was killed for the third time.

Today's Jianqi Great Wall has no more resentment, because the young invisible official was originally a sword repair, more able to kill.

A soldier's demon monk was wearing a heavy armor, holding a big scorpion, and stabbing it straight. The young occult officer straight forward, casually smashing the pole with a skull, and punching the other's body with one punch, one foot slightly stepping on the ground At the time, the boxing did not start, and the boxing was opened first.

In the surrounding battlefields with Chen Ping’s heart as the center, the fists are flooded with enthusiasm. Not only that, but the second larger boxing circle, reviving in the distance, stirring, a layer of boxing, a layer of divinity, round The phase is like a layer of moonlight.

Zhongwu Wufu, like the sky.