I Have a Million Beasts

Sister Xia Yun, what are you doing? I don't understand what you mean. "Because Xia Yun couldn't find his true identity, I was relieved: "How did I become the door of Qingcao Fairy Tongyi?

Xia Yun smiled and looked at me: "Then in Ruicheng, you were caught by the white man and came back safely. Do you still deny it?" When I came back, I told Master Bai Rao, knowing she was from Qingcao. fairy.

Huang Yanying and Fang Ganying are apprentices of Qing Cao Fairy Aunt. They don't know many people so I can't. But now it's not the gatekeeper of Fairy Qingcao at all. Can you do this?

What, are you in your pain? "I haven't figured it out yet, Xia Yun has already sneered: "I really didn't expect that Suo Jian Ba ​​Lang was actually a disciple of the old nun Qing Cao!

Xia Yunran made rude words. This was the first time I heard. If you have not heard it in person, others will not believe it.

What's even more outrageous is that Xia Yunmei humiliated her target, but she treated Aunt Qing fairy.

Although there are not many people I have contacted, I can fully feel from Li Suan's words that the name of the goddess Qingcao was born and her reputation is profound. It's not a matter of respect but it's almost here.

What I can’t accept is that I’m already very clear now that I am an apprentice who looks breathless, and the fairy aunt of Qingcao is my uncle.

Xia Yun regrets his mother face to face and his uncle, I absolutely cannot accept: "Miss Xia Yun, are you from here?" As far as I know, how did you get sinned by the chivalrous behavior of the Qingcao fairy nun for decades~ What about?"

Xia Yun: "My master: "Shangqing nuns are the most hypocritical, most dishonest, and most shameless old nuns in Mingcao.

I was also very angry: "In any case, the fairy sister in Qingcao is our predecessor. "When you say this behind the older generation, haven't you thought about sharing?"

Xia Yun suddenly changed the subject: "Are you the door of the old nun Qingcao?

"If I were the doorman of Qingcao's brother-in-law, I want to break up with you now!" I just turned around and never saw Xia Yun again: "If you talk to me in this tone, I won't be out Sound.

Okay, I won't mention the name of that girl. "Xia Yun might also see that I was really angry, so he smiled unexpectedly: "But, not long ago, my master told a lot of stories. Do you want to hear it?

I am very simple: "No!" Miss Xia Yun, I am not a disciple of Qingcao Xian Station, but I have heard many people tell this generation of chivalrous stories. Even if your master has any thoughts, you have too many words.

Amitabha! This donor is young and has extraordinary opinions. Donors are biased, really, Amitabha!

Fart! Why do you have the same view of strange and clear people? In addition, when your old husband is playing chess with you, your old show-headed donkey rushes to listen to another couple talking about love. Pretending to be an old show-headed donkey like you, who is five-hearted, four is not clean.

Qingming Temple, built behind the mountain, faces the water. The face of the door was broken, and the incense was broken.

Now Bingxue, there is a monk and two vulgar old men sitting on the threshold.

Old, tired of walking, sitting on the threshold is not surprising.

Strangely, the two old men sat face to face on the threshold of the temple gate.

Can I sit on the threshold of the temple? No. But the two old men just sat down like this and didn't look alike.

Xia Yun and I gambled together. I don’t know that they have come to the gate of Qingming Temple.

The two people were surprised when they heard the sound.

After a surprise, they must raise their heads. When they raised their heads "Zero Thirty Zero", both of them were shocked.

The two old men were actually not sitting on the door, but on the snow on the threshold.

Ancient is not thick, only five or six British す.

The two old men sat on five or six inches of snow, and the snow was not crushed.

Zhu Shi's horse is eight to nine, Ana Jingcheng, you have already lost. "-

Fart! Old man three plus five, can your old show-head donkey live?

Amitabha! Nakin is four to five, eight to six, Zhu Shi is already gone, puff, Ayidafu!

My eyebrows suddenly frowned.

The reason why he frowned was not because he didn't see the chessboard, but because the inner strength of these two old men was incomprehensible.

Gambling with Xia Yun just now is true, but there is no one at the gate of Qingming Temple, that’s for sure

Now there are not only people, but also two or two old people who cannot understand.

The two old men seemed to emerge from the thin air, and they also commented that it is not good to not have eyebrows between themselves and Xia Yun.

The donors look weird. When they arrive at Qingming Temple, they seem to be related to my Futuo, Amitabha!"

"Funny! Obviously, this girl is very bright, jade has ice tendons, and clever. This **** has her head on her head, her face is full of misfortune, and her watch is in vain. Then put a flower on the donkey's feces, and you will be Fake Futuo put nuns in his mouth.

My eyebrows have deepened.

To be sure, the old man dressed as a scribe had a tough heart, while on the other side was an old and sang but the old monk laughed and was not angry.

Of course, the reason why I frowned was not old nor angry, but the old scribes and Xia Yun.

"I have met two senior students!" I bowed with my head, polite.

"The old and young generations are absolutely pedantic, and the smell is unheard of!

As the old Wentu waved impatiently, my body shook violently, and then I fell to the ground with a bang

Amitabha! What else does Zhu Shi want, did I win?

"Fart! Why are you doing it, you old showman?

The old scribe was furious, and then swayed to the right. Xia Yun had been sitting in the snow for six consecutive steps.

Xia Yunpi sat on the ground, looking angrily like an old scribe.

But this time, the old scribe is very hard not to deal, but he is surprised: "Weird, weird!"

Amitabha! The donor's breathing is fast and not chaotic. He is calm and open-minded. The outer zone bacteria team neither advance nor retreat, but 2.8 wings. So weird, there is only one person in the royal quarter.

Nurao's main steps are light, but not endless, floating but not slippery.

If you encounter an external force, you will not let go, but you would rather bend than bend. It is better to sit down and waste your legs than to land all over; there is no other man in this land.

As the old monk commented, he raised his left hand slightly.

Yun and I both felt a **** force to hold themselves, and then resumed the original standing posture.

"strange!

Strangely, the old man stood up and turned his hands around me.

"When did this old madman walk around? I really want to know. The most impatient is, when did he have an apprentice? The old witch is so arrogant and unhappy to see the whole area. So bright. How come out of the girl?

The old monk also stood up: "Amitabha!" After fifty years in the middle of the earth, many changes have taken place. Bi Jing, the old man also has his own. "

Fuck Ni!" The old scribe squeezed his hand without trouble: "The old madman and the old 30 Wukong are not a complete system. How can their offspring get entangled together and make me unhappy?

Xia Yun, who had been angry and pale, took out the sword at his waist, pointed at the old scribe, and scolded him: "Old Pifu, stop being foolish, this girl wants you to look good!

"Yes!" The old scribe touched his bare chin and saw Ruo Xia Yun smiled. Indeed, this is the duckweed sword of the old Wu Sheng, with a three-minute fire, and the female scripture is very great.

There is a future!

Don't be rude, stop

Seeing Xia Yun's white rainbow passing through the sun, it stabbed Lao Wenchao's heart, and Xia Yun's right hand flashed before my eyes.

Suddenly, Xia Yun was shocked: Are you kidding? Do you think you have been with this old man for too long?

For ten years, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

I know the truth best, so he hardly considered it and prevented Xia Yun's actions.

But Xia Yun desperately stayed quietly; "You let me go!" This old pig actually regretted insulting my master. Although he can't do it, he has to compete with him today.

The person who gave the charity stopped her anger, and he did not insult your master. The old monk waved his hand: "50 years ago, when Mr. Zhu surrendered in front of his master, it was the witch who kept sharp swords. "Fifty years have passed. To use an old term to call an old witch cannot be overstated. Up. Tong Mi Tuo Fu

Well, Master, we shouldn’t care about matters between the elderly. "I take this opportunity to tell Xia Yun: "We, as the younger generation, are in line for the time being, and we must not be reckless.

Boring, boring" "The old scribe gave me a look: "It's so boring that an old madman has offspring like you. 1

Don't do this, old man, let me respect you!" I smiled: "I can't you today, it's not surprising. Because this boy is too, can't see the whole area. But this does not mean that children will never see the whole area! Just because you are a great God today does not mean that you will always be a great God! Goodbye!

Be strong! "The old scribe clapped his hands: "The great God is used to stepping on it, the old madman really has a unique vision!" Come to you, the old man UU reading www.uukanshu.com will take care of you and take back what he just said.

At this time, the old scribe shook his head again: "As for goodbye, it is still too early. "It's too early to leave now!

At first I didn't understand what the old scribes meant by "too early".

After the old scribes took me and Xia Yun into the monastery one by one, they finally understood what "too early means."

In fact, it is too early to leave now.

It was noon and it was also lunch time.

There was nothing in the ruined temple, and of course, there was no food.

Just because there is nothing in the temple does not mean that there is no food to eat, because I have a halo muscle.

Not only does it have hooves, I also bring five pounds of wine.

When the old scribe caught Xian and threw me into the ruined temple, there was an oil paper bag in his left hand, and of course a large wine.

Xia Yun and I looked at each other, not because I was locked in the ruined temple, but because I found the strangeness of the old monk.

The old monk was originally sitting on the door, his kind eyes and the appearance of a high monk made people pay tribute to this.

However, when the old scribes grabbed oil paper bags and wine bags, the eyes of the old monk suddenly flashed

The beautiful long white beard began to become windless and automatic, with nothing to look at.

When the old priest bit the cork in Jia Jia's left hand with his teeth, the old priest suddenly moved

Canglong's claws, left the old scribe, holding the wine bag in his left hand, and the old monk's right hand with five fingers and other hooks, directly giving the old clerk a paper bag.

Just as the old scribe's right hand threw Xia Yun into the monastery, it happened.