The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Ah, who is it? Only she can order Huangshan alone? To surrender the other heels of Suzaku evil spirits?"

The ink burned did not directly answer him, but said: "Before the millennium, the song of the Suzaku evil spirit called Song Qiao, the word star moved."

Xue Meng was shocked and screamed out: "Hua Bi Zun, Song Xing Shi?!"

"Ok."

"He, he is the last sphenoidal beauty seat in the history of comprehension to be a master!"

There was no expression on the face, and he said, "Yes, so the last person who can open the gate of Huangshan Mountain has died in the fire of the Confucianism. It is Song Qiutong."

Xue Meng’s mouth was involuntarily enlarged, and he was about to say something. There was a sudden commotion in the distance. The forefront of the foot of the Huangshan Mountain suddenly surrounded a large group of Qingyi monks in Bitanzhuang.

"Li Zhuangzhu!"

"Zhuangzhu!"

Chu nightning changed slightly, and the eyebrows fell into the blaze. He walked over there. He opened the crowd and saw Li Wuxin being helped by his disciples. His face was like white paper, his mouth was bloody, and his stinky blood was stuck in his flower.

White beard, white lips, double eyes turned up, already unconscious, trembled: "It is the first... Yes... is the first..."

Because Li was unwilling to pull off, the remaining enchantment counters that the heads suffered were even stronger. Huang Xiaoyue was the main post of Jiangdong Hall, and the mana was lower than other heads. At this time, he could not stand it. It is difficult to even turn your head.

It was Jiang Yan, but his face was white, but he still had the heart to look at Li Wuxin, and he said: "He has a Phoenix nightmare."

The phoenix enchantment attached to the phoenix curse. Once someone wants to tear open the crack and try to go up the mountain, it is very easy to be swallowed by this nightmare.

This is similar to the illusion of Jin Chengchi's picking the heart, but the Phoenix nightmare can hardly be removed, and the people in the middle of the stroke often wake up again.

A group of disciples in Bitanzhuang saw the land grow, and even more, they burst into tears: "Zhuangzhu! You wake up, the owner-"

Li Wuxin was laughing in the dream for a while, and then swearing for a while, suddenly broke away from holding his disciple, Ming Ming, lying on the ground and dancing, laughing! "Get the first! It is the first! It is the first!"

In the other disciples who were behind, some people whispered: "What is the first?"

Li Wuxin did not answer them. He was immersed in the joy of the nightmare, opened his mouth and exposed two rows of teeth with thick blood and saliva. He smiled so intoxicated. After a while, it seemed like a dream, he was dead. The old face is so stiff that it is out of anger.

"No - you can't do this! You can't do this! Say good to return the swordsmanship of Bitanzhuang to me! How can you quit!"

After a while it became a face of mourning.

This is really chilling. Li Wuxin has always been an old Taoist who wants to face, and he is also a master of the village. He has never had such a face before him.

Not like a head, not like a long road.

Not even like a man.

He squinted and mourned twisted in the folds, as if he was trying to put his dignity into the wrinkles that were all over his face. He was pleading: "The eight billion gold is really too much. It’s Bitanzhuang’s. It’s my master’s. At that time, the sects were lost. There is no money left. There is no way to sell them to you... the head... I beg you, less...”

Everyone listened to each other around.

Eight billion gold?

Sword spectrum?

Then some people suddenly remembered that the front door of Bitanzhuang was spleen and spleen, and it was bluntly convinced that many of the martial art in the cult of the cult of the sect had been confronted with one side and had a great difficulty. No one left or right was willing to help. After that, The entire mountain village of Bitanzhuang was under the sun, and even the remaining money of the subsidized disciples could not be dispatched for three consecutive years. Later, somehow, it suddenly became rich again, but inexplicably, since that generation, Bitanzhuang originally had the earthquake of Kyushu. The water-breaking swordsmanship was lost, and later disciples could not make the essence of it.

To this end, there are always people on the rivers and lakes who laugh at Li Wuxin, saying that it is not good for him to teach, so that the former Jianshen Zhuang Bitanzhuang will be the end of the upper revision.

But now, everyone is surprised that things may not be as simple as they thought before – is it the big difficulty of Bitanzhuang that was actually sold by the swordsmanship?

Such a profiteer who was robbed by fire, someone immediately thought of a lonely moon night, and many eyes quietly swept over Jiang Yan’s face.

"It won't be a lonely night..."

"Probably the master of Jiang Zhangmen..."

Li Wuxin was still struggling in the ground, rolling, and he couldn't hold him. He cried for a while, then he just climbed up and squatted around, blood and nose falling down together.

"Give it back to me, I have raised most of my life, and I have a total of 511 billion yuan." Li Wuxin mourned, "There is only 511 billion gold... I really want to do what you want, really is not so More money, two, I can't kill, go grab, do the bad things and get money?! You send money to the day, but Bitanzhuang really doesn't have that much money... please..."

When I heard that "you have sent thousands of dollars to the day," those who did not look at Jiang Yan before began to glance at Jiang Yan. Jiang Xuan's Xuanyuan Pavilion, that is the biggest black market in the realm of cultivation, not him, who else?

There are young disciples of Bitanzhuang, but they are already red-faced and smashed toward the ginger: "Jiang Jiangmen! It turns out that the three most important volumes of the water-cut swords of Bitanzhuang are actually on your lonely night. ?! You export 8 billion gold, you... how can you be so shameless!"

Jiang Yan has not spoken yet. There is one person on the left side, hoarsely: "The truth is not clear, do you dare to add a sin to Jiang Jiangmen?"

The person who spoke was actually Huang Xiaoyue, who couldn’t breathe.

The old guy's hand holding the enchantment is shaking, and he still wants to tell Jiang Yan that he is loyal and what he is playing. It is really clear.

The disciple of Bitanzhuang was very annoyed. When he rushed up, he would smash Huang Xiaoyue, but he was firmly held by the same door. The same door advised: "Hey, don't provoke them."

Hearing the name, the ink burned.

In the past, he might think that the name is as smart as it is, and it makes people laugh at the big teeth. At this moment, he looks at the bad old man who can't help but squat in the mud, and suddenly feels bitter.

I can't smile at all.

"Five billions can't be...that...that's five-fifths?" Li Wuxin was crying, and the sleeves were smeared with tears. "Five-five billion, I went to Yizhou Changshi to buy and sell, and then sell. Some of the magical stones, but also the five, five billion... the head, you do a good job, send a compassion... just give me the sword."

He squatted and squatted, and the last forehead was broken and blood flowed.

"The broken water sword is the soul of Bitanzhuang..." He cried. "Before the first teacher emerged, the only wish was to let me redeem the sword. I have tried my best in my life... for a lifetime, from Black hair, turned into white hair, and the person who asked for it has changed from you to you... I also asked Luo Fenghua..."

"what!"

The crowd was suddenly eclipsed.

Luo Fenghua? !

Li Wuxin asked Luo Fenghua? !

Not a lonely moon night... yes... yes...

Looking back, no one was moving around, but immediately allocated a way, because almost all the martial artists were turning to look at the Nangong Temple in the corner, and the leaves were forgotten.

"It is the Confucianist!"

This time you don't need to whisper. Someone shouted out.

"Don't shame!"

"It is said that the swordsmanship of Confucianism has suddenly soared so many times in the past few decades, and even the legacy of Juggernaut! Beasts!"

"The Lingshan Conference in the past gave the third to Nangong. The stolen swordsmanship is a skill!"

"It's really disgusting!!"

Nangong stands in the same place, and looks sorrowful. Of course he does not know the sin scandals of these Confucianists. The evils of his father and ancestors should have fallen on the 72nd city of Confucianism. Now he wants him. People come here.

He did not escape, nor snorted, his face was gray, and he stood so silent.

Ye Tingxi wants to hold his hand, Nangong’s hand is quietly pumped away, and he stands in front of the leaves.

"He still has a face..."

"He is so alive, what do you think the son can be good?"

The people in Bitanzhuang were most indignant and shouted at them: "Go! Don't you still roll?!"

"The top ten sects have no place for Confucianism! What are you doing here! Roll!"

"Dog men and women, shameless!"

Everywhere around, the sound of passionate worship, the resentment, the curse, the hatred on the faces are so clear.

Suddenly someone rushed over and Biyi rolled over. It was a disciple of Bitanzhuang. The man grabbed the clothes of Nangong, and the leaves were forgotten: "Auntie!"

Nan Gongyi only pushed her away between the electric fire and the flint, and then the underground disciples of the Bitanzhuang were pressed down, the fists fell like rain, squatting on his face, chest ribs, abdomen, punching and punching. Force, but the fist is dull, fierce, and mad.

At this time, suddenly there was another cold voice, and screamed: "Stop."

A heavy blow was not received, and on the handsome face of Nangong, Nangong slammed a **** cough, his hair was scattered, lying on the ground, muddy.

The angry disciple had to throw his fist again, but his arm was pinched.

He looked back in anger and shouted: "The beast! Don't you -"

Did not speak.

Because the person standing in front of him is the first master of the world, Chu nightning.

"stop."

Chu night, like a cold spring, overlooking him, the expression on his face can't tell what it is, it seems that there are many emotions, and it seems that there is nothing.

He just held the boy's arm tightly, licking his lips and yelling: "Don't fight."

Nangong was coughing up a blood on the ground, and Ye Ye was busy trying to help him. He was swayed by him: "Don't worry about me, the responsibility of the Confucianism, I should accept it for my father."

The boy was even more angry, struggling to get rid of Chu’s hand and want to beat him.

Chu night Ning Jianmei stood vertical: "Don't fight!"

"Don't you! You are the one who lives in the dead, this thing can't be taken care of by you!" The boy was also crazy, and he said to him, "Why are they doing this to my master? Why? What is this about Bitanzhuang?! Bitanzhuang has been doing the horse for the Confucianism for many years!! Why? Why?!"

He picked it up.

Behind him is Li Wuxin’s bursts of sorrows and sorrows.

Li Wuxin is still asking for his own consciousness. In fact, Nangong Liu, who does not exist at all, asks: "Luo Fenghua said that he is willing to change the sword for me... but he does not know where it was placed... You promised me... ...you promised me..."

"I am seventy-nine years old this year, and I can live for a few years. I haven’t been able to repair it in this life. Maybe I can’t understand it as a fairy. I can’t see my teacher... But the only thing he told me, I can’t do it. Ah." Every word of Li Wuxin is like a blood clot dug in the throat. He is also stunned. "I can't do it, the head... give it to me... Put the things of Bitanzhuang... Give the old man..."

"please……"

The disciples of Bitanzhuang were shaking, and Chu’s hands were shaking slightly.

There were tears in the eyes of the boy, hate, and puzzled.

But he couldn't get rid of it. In the end, his slobber vomited on Chu's cheeks. He said, "What guru is a beast."

"Master!"

"Ink burns, stand still, don't come."

Chu nightning loosened the boy's hand, the young man got the freedom, and immediately went to beat the Nangong Temple, which had been bruised and bruised, but unexpectedly a golden light fell, the sea otter swelled open, and the Nangong Temple and the leaves were forgotten. Protected in it.

Chu night Ning was originally half-squatting on the ground. At this moment, he slowly got up, and he looked at those ambiguous and screaming faces.

At the end of one end of the crowd is him, and at the other end, Li Wuxin, who is full of blood and tears.

The voice of Li Wuxin’s old voice came, it was the branch of winter, and the roots pierced into the sky: “Isn’t it worth five billion?...”

This old man is still trying to bargain with Nangongliu in his dreams.

Humble and dead.

Very humble.

Humble to an old face, it has become a sediment.

"5.8 billion?"

His voice is shaking.

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

His hand was also distorted and trembling under the wide sleeve. But still said one word at a time: "Nan Gong Yu, is the son of the old man, the son of Mrs. Rong."

Before the vast Huangshan, more than a thousand people, quietly only heard the innocence of Li Wuxin, and the sound of the cold night of Chu.

At one end, Li Wuxin said: "The 5.8 billion, can you always? It’s just three swords..."

On the other hand, Chu Xi Ning said: "When I came out of the mountain, I didn't carry silver two, and I didn't know how to ask for it. It was Mrs. Rong's meal, and left me to stay in the Confucianism Gate."

He paused, so only Li’s heart was crying.

"Mrs. Rong once asked me to accept her son Nangong as a disciple. Because of my young age, I am afraid that I will not be able to do it. But that year..."

Chu night Ning Wei side of the face, looked at the Nangong Temple down the ground. He finally slowly, the truth that the Nangong Temple did not remember, was made public.

"In that year, Mrs. Rong had brought her younger son and worshipped me in front of the Zongmiao Temple. She said that the Nangong ancestral rites had been completed. If I would like to live in the Confucianism for a long time, Nangong 驷 should be treated as a teacher."

Chu nightning raised his eyes.

"Nan Gong Temple is my apprentice."

Hearing this statement, Xue Meng’s face is instantly blue!

The smoldering and the sergeant's face were not very good, but they didn't talk, looking at the night.

"If the father's debt is not wrong, then one day is the teacher, and the whole life is the father. Since I have received the three worships of Nangong, he can call me a master." Chu Yuning said, "He The Master is still there. So, it’s good to seek revenge, and to fight. I am here, there is no resistance.”

"Master!"

"Master -!!"

The ink burned, Xue Meng and the teacher fell together, and Nan Gongyi struggled to get up from the ground. His blood was not stopped, he only muttered: "No... I don't worship... I didn't worship... I don't have a master...no master..."

However, at this time, Li Wuxin suddenly made a long shout, and he looked up to the sky, and had to blow like snow, squinting his eyes, and blood continued to flow from his eyes.

He groaned loudly, crying, choked, and expected Ai Ai.

"The 5.9 billion, can you always? The head of Nangong... 5.9 billion... More out of that, you should be poor and pity, this old man, give me some money to fight coffins... well, Ok?"

He used a neck-like posture, and finally nicknamed, the blue veins burst.

"All right!!"

Three in a row, Li Wuxin suddenly vomited blood again, blood mad, dead.

Then he plopped down on the ground.

This is the last sect of the upper sect. During this lifetime, I have been deliberately wooing every sect that may be handed over, and the ugly old man who wandered around. This has spent most of my life, still inactive, and even three big jokes that can't be redeemed.

A waste, mediocrity.

Just squinting in this way, fell in the dust of the gray.

died.

Whistling, the faces of all beings are different, and no one speaks.

It’s just that the smoldering suddenly remembers that there is a treasure in Mount Lu, which is enough to reinvigorate the martial art. This is what Lianjiang Dongtang knows.

Bitan Zhuang and Confucianism are so close, they don't understand what it means.

After the death of Nangong Liu, how many big factions are chasing and squatting to catch Nangong and Ye forget, saying that it is for revenge, and the heart is playing, but it is the idea of ​​Jinshan Yinshan.

But Bitanzhuang did not.

Bitanzhuang is just awkward, thinking of stupid ways to make good friends and make good nights, and hope to be able to take care of each other in the future.

The gold and silver treasures of the Confucianist door, Li Wuxin did not even think about it.

It is obvious that he was the one who was crushed by Confucianism for a lifetime.

Perhaps, just because he has been bullied for a long time and has been crushed for a long time, this old man will understand in his heart that money is desirable, but it is not desirable.

The ink burned away in the dust of Li Wuxin, dirty, dirty and even ridiculous old face.

He suddenly understood why the Confucianism door was shocked that day, and everyone rushed to panic and fled, and the old man tried to escape, but he did not go away with timidity. Obviously, there is no big skill, but the scalp is hard and stays in the sea of ​​fire.

A sword, saved dozens of lives unrelated to him.

People say that Bitan Zhuang's grandfather has a set of water-cutting swordsmanship, which can break the water and break through the sky. The history is called Juggernaut.

Li Wuxin lacked three books, and he couldn't learn the swordsmanship.

What he can do is, in the end, use a sword that has become bigger, and in the flames of the ocean, send those who he does not know, even the disciples of the Confucianism, out of the sea of ​​fire, one by one, brought back to the world. .