A foreign scholar named Chen Zhuoliu sent a Feijian letter to Luobei Mountain in Changchun Palace, and then walked through Dalijing City, walked all the way south, and slowly traveled to the year-old shop in the town of Qilong Alley, see When the young man named A Qi, the gentleman of the shopkeeper, named A Qi, weighed his money bag to choose pastries, Jia Sheng, the shopkeeper of the grass shop next door, came over and came to the door. Now the robe on the old fairy is much simpler than before. After all, the realm is high now, and everything in the robe is a foreign body. Chen Zhuoliu glanced at the old Taoist priest and smiled. Jia Sheng noticed the other person's eyes and nodded.

After Chen Zhuoliu left the New Year's Eve shop, he went to the Yang's shop, but he was not able to see Old Man Yang. It was a pity that he knew that he had come here to talk about the old Huang calendar.

Chen Lingjun hurriedly coaxed the wind to come, and had previously received a secret letter from Feijian. The good brother said that he would rush to the town on time today, and the two sides met in the shop in Longqi Lane. Chen Lingjun went down the mountain one hour in advance. Three sword symbols were hung in one breath at his waist. Before going down the mountain, he borrowed one from Xiaomili and Silly Warm Tree. When the time came, he would give Chen Zhuoliu his own one. Borrow? What to borrow is not a bit ostentatious. When I was in the New Year's Eve shop, I waited for almost an hour, but it wasn't a problem to just eat melon seeds. It was boring, and Chen Lingjun teased the lonely little elder, telling me what to do and what to do, too hard. The clever boxing technique, which is not easily passed out, is called Centipede. It is perfect to practice this boxing in this dragon riding lane outside this gate.

But the little guy just stood on the bench behind the counter, flipped through the books, and ignored the Tsing Yi kid.

After Chen Lingjun took his hands, he went to the shop next door to find his old friend Jia Sheng. He slapped his chest and said that he would let Brother Jia see a new friend. Waiting for the absence of Chen Zhuoliu, he ran back to the year-old shop and asked Shi Rou if there was a student with a bookcase in his back. Shi Rou said that there was one. He bought pastries at the shop one hour before and left. Chen Lingjun stomped his feet, cast a blind eye method, lifted the wind into the air, overlooking the earth over the town, still unable to see the familiar figure of the friend. Strangely, could it be that he had patronized Yufeng before, and did not look into the mountains, so that the two parties just missed it, in fact, one came out of the mountain and the other went into the mountain? Chen Lingjun hurried to Luo Po Mountain again, but after asking Xiaomi grain, he didn't seem to see the Chen Zhuoliu. Chen Lingjun squatted on the ground, his hands clasped his head, and sighed for a long time.

In fact, Chen Zhuoliu was now sitting in Huanghu Mountain, sitting outside and basking in the sun.

The dragon slasher, when he reached the water's edge, did not slash the dragon, just like the fisherman did not cast a net at the water's edge, and the woodcutter entered the forest without cutting wood.

Anyway.

Just wait patiently, and then something even stranger will happen. Chen Zhuoliu must not miss it again this time, but it is an unprecedented feat.

Since Old Man Yang is not in the town and has been out of prison for ten thousand years of painting, then in Longzhou, only Chen Zhuoliu was aware of this clue. The Piyun Mountain Monarch and Wei Barberry could not do it, not only the state of Beiyue Mountain Monarch For the sake of him, even "Chen Zhuoliu" relied on his "seclusion" for many years, following some clues, coupled with the cause and effect of dragon slashing, and the evolution of mental arithmetic, he accumulated this together. Subtle signs of change.

It's just that he was a little curious. Does the embroidered tiger know this?

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In a wild world, outside a hut in a mountain among the 100,000 mountains, the old blind man was rickety, facing the mountains and rivers that he alone occupied.

At that time, he personally sculpted two eyeballs, one was thrown into the world, and the other was thrown into the world of Qingming.

The mountains and rivers in front of us are empty. Too clean, too clean.

An old dog crawled at the door, looked up slightly, and looked at the old guy standing on the edge of the cliff. He didn't fall down and fell down. He was disappointed every day.

The old blind man asked, "Do you know why A Liang had left the Jianqi Great Wall but did not return to his hometown?"

The old dog, who was soaring, shook his head. "Not sure."

The old blind man scolded: "It's really a dog brain!"

The old dog didn't hold back at all, just wanted to say otherwise? What could it be? Old blind, you like to talk nonsense. If the two of us exchange realms, huh, huh.

After leaving Lianghang Mountain, Aliang went directly to Lizhudongtian, and then flew to Qingyutian Baiyujing. In Tianwaitian, while killing Huatian Tianmo, he broke his wrist with Dao Er.

After becoming a sword repairer in the 14th realm, he still did not go to the Middle-earth Shenzhou where his hometown was, but went directly back to the Jianqi Great Wall, and then suppressed it under the Tuoyue Mountain. One of the two ancient flying platforms, Zeng I was asked by three swordsmen to hold the mountain of Yuetuo, and then cut off the road that was expected to reopen the connection between heaven and man. Heaven. No one can refine that site, and even the ancestors of the Three Religions can only impose restrictions on them.

The old blind man reached out and grabbed one of his shriveled cheeks, "Just Alana's virtue, if there is no breakthrough, can I go to my old friend in my hometown ... pretend to brag? "It's nothing great," he would say so. Poke a **** and you know what he ate. "

The watchdog nodded and suddenly said: "I see, Aliang is homeless, bereavement dogs, the readers are all like birds, in fact, our world is not the same as the sea. It's not difficult to say elsewhere, If anyone in the world of Haoran enters the fourteen realms as a sword repair, it will leave the rest of the ancient gods outside the heavens, no matter which camps are divided into history, it is very likely that they will flow into Haoran world crazy. No wonder Lao Xiu is unwilling to The disciple enters this situation from left to right, it is too dangerous to say anything, and it will cause a big disaster. This makes sense. The little girl with horns and braids entered the 14th realm at the beginning. It seems that it was also a means for Zhou Mi to marry the world.

The old blind man sneered: "It's not a pig brain."

The old dog is helpless, scold it, scold, old blind you will only bully a loyal dog.

Old blind man, you say you are in a 14th realm to eat dry food, go and do a fight with Tuyueshan Great Patriarch, win, the whole wild world is your territory, or go to the Chinese Temple of Literature Sapo, I will definitely help you to see the 100,000 mountain as a family business.

The ancestor of Yueyue Mountain and Wenhai are so close, why are they willing to let Xiao Yao such a day do not care about me, the land does not care about me guy, an incumbent who can't even control Chen Qing, in the Hall of Heroes, the 14 worlds? It turned out that in addition to letting the wild world have a top combat power, there are other plots. When the old dog thought of these twists and turns, he had a terrible headache. Then he immediately felt that the old blind man was actually very kind. If he really slipped on one foot, he would fall off the cliff and die.

The old blind man turned his head to look at the Jianqi Great Wall, glanced at Tuoyue Mountain again, and remembering the advancement route in the wild world now, he always felt that something was wrong.

A monk of 14 realms, in fact, whether or not he has a pair of eyes, really does not hinder. It's just that the world has taught people for thousands of years. However, some young people, old blind people, no matter how hurt their mouths, they still appreciate it. It ’s just that there are too few such people, and it seems that they do n’t end well one by one.

The old blind man was a bit sighed, "It's time for a good-looking disciple."

The old dog shuddered and said: "Don't be the master of the hidden officer, the guy looks at me with a wrong look, just look at it, just like staring at a dish."

More and more angry, the old dog raised his head, stretched out a paw, and gently pulled on the ground, but only scratched out a few traces. Obviously, he did not dare to make much movement, but his tone was extremely angry. It ’s not that there are so many things at home that I ca n’t get away from it. I went to Jianqi Great Wall early to cut him half dead. There is no flying sword, but swordsmanship or something, I do n’t mean it. ”

The old blind man sneered: "Don't kill him even if he cuts him. Why do you want it? Succeed the meat and serve it as a wine dish, and hold up our master who is a hidden official?"

The old dog crawled on the ground again, and sighed: "The old deaf child with a thief's head and a thief's brain didn't know that he would come here to worship the mountain first, so he detoured to the south.

The old blind man appeared next to the old dog without warning, raised his foot, and stepped heavily on its back. A series of crunchy sounds exploded like a firecracker, rubbing his chin with one hand, "You sneak away to the vast world bottle Zhou, help me find a young man named Li Huai, and then bring it back. When you are done, you will be restored to your free body, and then you will slam the world.

The old dog began to pretend to be dead.

Compared to a free body, of course, it is still important to keep your life. At this time, I ran to the world, especially the Aquarius, where the dog meat was not on the table? It must have been cooked well by the embroidered tiger.

The old blind man kicked the old dog and said to himself: "Is it true that I want to go to Aquarius personally, is there such a way to take the disciples?"

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Fei Ran was left in Tao Yedu by Zhou Mi.

At the time of parting, Zhou Mi seemed to have been injured so much that he could make a peak of 14 realms pale.

At that time, Zhou Mi had extremely fierce sword energy and remnants of Lei Fa Daoyi, as well as a quirky fist.

Fei Ran lost the printed seal and went back to the military account. I do n’t know why, Jia Zi account clogs, or Zhou Qinggao, a close disciple, had already been waiting there. He said he would travel with Fei Ran next. Tongyezhou, and then go to the Luhua Island fortification cave, Firan actually really appreciates this young man, but he does n’t really like the terrible feeling of pulling a puppet and hitting walls everywhere. It ’s just that since Zhou Qinggao came, it must be a careful instruction. As for what Fei Ran himself thinks, it no longer matters.

Fei Ran only asked one question, what will happen to the Mirage City of the Daquan Dynasty.

Zhou Qinggao laughed and answered the word, still.

Fei Ran took Zhou Qinggao back to Zhaopingfeng, and then headed south together. Fei Ran landed in a deserted city and walked on a lush grass arch bridge.

The green shirt with the sword on its back and the great cover of the skin, stopped standing at the top of the stone bridge arc and asked, "Since both have chosen desperation, why do they still have to separate the two roads of Dongbaopingzhou and Nanposuzhou and win one of them, It ’s not difficult. According to today ’s play, it ’s not a battle anymore, it ’s a broken tank, and Fuyaozhou and Jinjiazhou are not going to make up for the follow-up soldiers. No one has any objections to the big military account? As long as we occupy one of the continents, whichever one we have, we won the Aquarius, then we will fight the North Club Luzhou, and the Nanpo Suozhou, we will use the Yizhou Jinjiazhou as the big ferry. Go north to attack Liuxiazhou, then this battle can continue to be consumed, and it will be no problem to fight for another few decades and a hundred years, and we have a good chance of winning. "

In particular, Aquarius, with Dali accompanied by the capital as the boundary between the north and south of a continent, the entire southern coastal area, there are crazy demons everywhere, appearing from the sea.

Zhou Qinggao said: "I had this doubt before, but my husband never answered."

Fei Ran reached out and wiped the jade white bridge fence, his palms were covered with dust, and he was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Tuyue Mountain Patriarch, what did you think?"

Zhou Qinggao thought about it and shook his head, "I didn't dare to ask this matter with my husband."

Fei Ran finally asked: "Why not follow your husband."

Zhou Qinggao still shook his head. "Mr. ordered the students to do the same. If they shouldn't ask, just say nothing, don't think about it ... just think as little as possible."

Feiran turned around, leaning back against the bridge, leaning back, looking towards the sky.

Empty sky, empty heart.

Fei Ran actually got used to treating himself as a man on the mountain after he became a monk, but he still separated his hometown from the world. So it ’s better to plan for the military account.

The sword on the battlefield of the Great Wall is killing people, and there is no ambiguity. It's just outside the battlefield. For example, in this Tongyezhou, Feiran doesn't say that it is very different from Yusi and Tan. Even if it's Zhou Qinggao, who is also surrounded by the same deep-rooted learning, the two sides are still different.

Zhou Qinggao said with a smile: "I don't drink alcohol, so I won't bring alcohol with me, or I can make an exception to drink with Brother Fei Ran once."

Shake his head brilliantly, "Forget it, you can't drink with sorrow."

If we say that life is an arch bridge paved with bricks and stones. Then the ordinary Confucius in Yamashita City, when he was standing, at most not confused, almost walked to the highest point of the arch bridge. Walking among them, you can look back on the bridge, but there is no way to go back. So I grew up anxiously as a child. Fear of old age when I grow up. However, it seems that there is no such situation for the cultivator of mountaineering and monasticism. In fact, once the monk is decayed and hopeless, he will only suffer more than the common people on the mountain.

Fei Ran suddenly laughed, "Our lord the hidden official, named Chen Ping'an, seems to have the most uneasy feelings. Thinking about it, my mood is much better."

Fiercely took out two pots of wine and threw one pot to Zhou Qinggao. Leng Buding asked: "Tongyezhou has nothing to do with, why not skip the Kaohsi Cave, let's go directly to the Jianqi Great Wall and visit the hidden officer?"

Zhou Qinggao hesitated.

Fei Ran slapped each other's shoulders, "The previous time I passed the Jianqi Great Wall, Chen Ping didn't care about you, and now it's almost time to conclude the coffin, you two must have a chat. As long as the relationship is familiar, you will know that he is better than anyone else. Talk about tuberculosis. "

Zhou Qing nodded, sipped his wine, and smiled: "Then give it a try. The premise is that you must ensure that I will not be killed by him."

Fei Ran smiled: "It's easy to say."

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On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, on the head of the city, a monk monk of the Dragon Gate Realm, breathless, shook his hand slightly.

Before ascending to the city head, I made an appointment with the famous hermit lord. The two sides only exchanged swordsmanship and fist. There was no need to divide life and death. If it lost, it would be a white run to the north of the wild world. At the head of the city, he immediately went back to his home. The hidden official raised his thumb and used the wild and elegant words that were more authentic than it. He praised the exquisite workmanship and long-lost heroic spirit, so there was no problem at all.

So the fight was very hearty. In fact, it was the soldier monk who cut the sword on the head of the city alone, and the young hermit who attacked the bright red robe, let it be cut on himself, Occasionally, he narrowly surveyed with a narrow knife hidden in the sheath, and lifted the sheath of the knife to block one or two. In order to take care of this hero's mood, Chen Ping'an also deliberately exerted the palm thunder so that every time the scabbard and the blade edge bumped together, a burst of white lightning would bloom like a white snake wandering.

At this time, with a narrow knife, looking at the guy who closed the knife and stopped his hand, Chen Ping'an smiled and asked: "I'm tired of cutting, or will I replace me?"

The demon monk immediately lifted his chest and said boldly: "Not tired or tired, not tired at all! And just let me slow down, what are you anxious about."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "You guest, please come to the door without invitation, shouldn't you say respectfully, Master Yin? But I have been waiting for you for a long time."

It shouted without hesitation: "Master Hermit."

I added a sentence, "The name is well-deserved, good boxing!"

Chen Ping'an suddenly looked around blankly, but he instantly converged and waved at it, "Go back."

It's not really stupid, "Don't kill me?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "You are the first time you have climbed the city head, and you have never been to the battlefield. Maybe you have no chance to come here in your life and kill you."

After it closed the knife, it clasped its fists and said: "Slightly inferior, Master Yinguan really punches high."

Chen Pingan held the knife handle in one hand and rubbed his eyebrows in one hand, squinting at the guest who was rather humble and sincere in his expression. Help you round the field and admit it. "

It was a little embarrassed and whispered: "This is not so good."

Chen Ping'an grabbed his hands and surveyed, but when he saw that the opportunity was bad, he immediately escaped from the wind. After the "big demon" who didn't have a clear mind left, Chen Ping's head looked up and found that there was a heavy snow for no reason, and there was no sign.

The snow drifts over the eyes.

Before today, I still doubt it.

I don't know if there is any chance to go back to my hometown and eat a bowl of eel noodles that I didn't eat.

I don't know if there is a chance to go back to my hometown, and then eat a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots. Will the wine bowl on the table be replaced by a wine glass?

Will it be pulled out for a hot pot in the summer? Will there still be an old man who lied to himself and fell a thing, drinking alcohol can relieve the spicy, so that he almost burst into tears.

In these years, after getting that book of landscape travel, I have been waiting hard for this day, but I seem to be worried about it.

In an instant, the weather in the world was so chaotic that the entire Jianqi Great Wall shook, and Chen Ping'an tried his best to stabilize his mind.

The landscape is upside down.

A blue-collar Confucian stood on the head of the city and turned to look at the young man. "You can go back."

Chen Pingan took out the white jade hairpin and kept it in the hair bun.

Stepped over the city head and squatted down, "Can you let me have a meal and a pot of wine first, and wait for me to eat and drink before making a decision?"

Cui Ying nodded, "The big things are over, all are small things."

Chen Pingan sat down on the head of the city and fell back. He said he wanted to eat and drink, but he did n’t eat or drink. He just lay on the ground, his eyes wide, and he stared at the wind and snow at night.