The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In the Danxin Hall, Xue Zhengxuan and the elders of the disciples were sullen and staring at the uninvited guests.

Sure enough, these big sects are almost all alive, and even Jiang Yan, who still understands the affair, is standing there. Although he does not want to target a certain sect, it is a big deal, and there are too many clues pointing to the shackles of life and death in the past few days. As a leader of the Xianmen, he has to come to the public.

The disciples of the dead and the dead were found one after another in these days, and they were not happy in their hearts. Today, they were suddenly pointed to their noses, "early guilty" and "hidden criminals". Moreover, the ups and downs of the world have been questioned, and there have been many questions in the language. When talking about it, the air has already filled with a strong fire/medication.

"Xuemou said it again, the dead and the dead have never deliberately disclosed the forbidden scroll to the ink, nor did they condone the ink burning practice, did not steal the precious pieces, and did not intend to use this ban to master the real world. , Yu Heng and ink burning are not in the moment, please be reasonable."

In the upper martial art school, Bitanzhuang, Jiangdongtang and the dying of death and death are the deepest.

Jiang Dongtang is now only a hundred people, all of which are clearly defined on the bright side and Huang Xiaoyue, but not in the bones. When they looked at each other, some people sneered: "Xue Zhangmen, there is nothing to say. Although you are innocent, the various doubts are pointing to yours. People are separated from each other, who knows what you want to do." ?"

"Yes."

"These chess games that have been ravaged by the blood and the wind in these days are all related to your life and death. If it is a coincidence, it is too far-fetched."

Some people in Bitanzhuang said: "I don't know if you know about it. The dead and the sorrows are used to replace the demon slayers. They often take no more than 20 years. The most bitter and tiring ones are rushing to do it. After finishing the work, I don’t ask for a return. It’s probably good intentions once or twice, but in 20 years, don’t you feel too ridiculous?”

Xue Zhengyi said with anger: "I started with my brothers, and the original intention of the establishment was to protect the people of the dawn of the Xiujie." Xue Mou was a heart, I was innocent."

"Dan Xin?" The man sneered, "A piece of Dan Xue Zhengzheng, taught a scorpion who sneaked a ban, and raised a master who killed and robbed the prison. Now these two biggest devils are from your life and death, What is the face of Xue Zhangmen and the word "Dan Xin"?"

Someone helped me: "It's good. Xuezhangmen said it is really nice, haha, sheltering the people from the dawn of the wind? Who is not stupid in this world, no one will do good things for twenty years and not return. conspiracy!"

"There are so many unidentified pieces before, it will never be made overnight. Maybe in the past few years, the face of the demon guard is on the bright side, but privately, it secretly raises a wave of treasure. Chess..."

Xue Meng is also in the hall. He sighed with anger in these days. He heard that he couldn’t bear it anymore. He stood up and smashed the knife, and the cup was dumped, and he was all over the place.

"You haven't compiled enough."

"..."

Xue Meng raised his eyes and looked at him: "It’s a bad idea to make a shack in private. Going to the wilderness and swearing, who gives you the courage?!"

Jiang Dongtang is the end of the strong, after the death of so many seniors, the referral has been a bit of a come. The new generation of heads is a young girl who is only 16 or 17 years old. In addition to being beautiful and nothing, it is still relying on the support and love of several brothers in the party.

The little girl didn't understand the rules. She didn't eat the bitterness. She probably felt that the people in the world would be as convinced as her unfortunate brothers, and she would be impressed by her flowery appearance. So she smiled and said: "Zi Ming brother, don't be angry." ""

Xue Meng: "..."

"If you are angry, you will not be handsome."

"Hey!" Someone immediately laughed.

Rao was in a tense atmosphere in the hall. Listening to her opening, many of the monks had some tension on their faces. Like the big martial art of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion, the disciples looked at the "one faction" with the look of dementia."

The girl became more and more aware that the men in the world had dumped her, lifted the white neck and lifted the white neck. I was intoxicated and said: "What grievances can't be said with peace of mind? As long as you make sense, take me as the head, Shang Xiujie The heads of the top ten sects will preside over justice for you."

When this statement came out, the original heads who were still solemn and solemn were somewhat unstoppable.

The horses in the Taoyuan Mountain Villa are merchants, and they have the fastest response to the numbers. He sighed: "Hey? How many martial arts in the upper cult? Ten?"

The main moonlight floor of the Snow Palace Palace has no expression: "She is wrong. You should not hear it."

Ma Wei is a kind-hearted person, immediately "oh oh" two voices, smiled and did not interject.

However, the long-haired faces of the Eunuch Elders of the Wushou Temple and the Qinghuangge of the Qinghuangge can not look good. However, the sum of all the heads of the heads is probably not as dark as the half of Jiang Yan.

Although Jiang Yan did not speak, he was obviously offended by the girl's "thinking that I am the first". While rubbing his own ring, he stared at the little girl.

The girl is still making a big splash: "We are all talking about things. Everyone expresses their thoughts and talks about guessing. There is nothing wrong with it."

Xue Meng’s tone is splattered: “When you tell the story, go home and talk. In the middle of the battle, there is no place for you to talk!”

"?"

The little girl stunned, and suddenly she burst into tears. She turned her head and yelled at the masters of Jiangdongtang, who were behind him. "He, he doesn't make sense - he yells at me... oh, I Don't just say a word, how is he so fierce..."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Mingyue Building: "..."

Elder Archangel: "..."

Someone on the scene whispered: "Jiangdongtang is over."

"Who is this little girl? Not as good as Huang Xiaoyue..."

Mei Hanxue is also in the crowd. He smells his nose and smiles. "That can't be said, it is better than Huang Xiaoyue. The little girl is at least good."

This girl was crying, and Jiang Dongtang immediately had her brother's urgency. There was a white-faced scholar-like figure who first wiped her face with her handkerchief. Then she turned her head and said to Xue Meng: "It is true that this is not the disciple of Chu Zongshi, the cousin of Mo Zongshi."

Now, the late night of the Chu and the burning of the ink for Xue Meng, it is like the dragon's inverse scale, where can I mention?

Xue Meng narrowed his eyes in danger.

The partiality of the guy still doesn't know, the lips touched and sneered: "You are a criminal, the devil's brother, where is the face of the face?"

The voice has not fallen, the dragon city is cold, and it points to the neck of the man! All four are silent.

The man did not think that Xue Meng would actually do it directly, through the cold blade, but see Xue Meng's eyes very cold, reason is difficult to save, could not help but face a whiter, opened his mouth but did not dare to scream again.

"Yeah, I am a prestige. Can't I prevail?"

Xue Meng poked the man's neck with a knife tip. His angry hands were shaking, and the strength was difficult to control. He had pierced the skin of the man and saw the blood.

"It's you, what are you. It's also worthy of being a dead-hearted person, saying nothing to me?"

Xue Zhengxuan saw Xue Meng violently, but he calmed down a little. He sighed: "Meng, you sit down."

Xue Meng slammed back: "Do I have to say it by them?!"

Xue Zhengyi: "..."

Xue Meng took his eyes off his father. The wolf-like gaze forced every person who dared to whisper his whisper. His chest was ups and downs, and he spoke. Even if he tried to maintain his calm, there was still a trace of anger in his voice.

"It's so ridiculous. For so many years, the dead and the dead have not been unjust, the disciples are running around - what is it for? Fame and fortune? Money? Forbidden?"

The dragon city is high hanging and the snow is shining.

"You are a fairy, a gentleman, a hero, a head." One word and one word, the words are broken, and the face is cut, Xue Meng is red-eyed. "I will ask you..."

"Twenty years ago, when the town of Wuchang was about to become a ghost town, where are you?"

"When fifteen years ago, when you were in the middle of the sky, when you were in the ten rooms and nine empty spaces, where are you?"

"Three years ago, the enchantment of Choi Butterfly Town was damaged, the ghosts were rampant, the hungry people were displaced, where are you?"

There was a slight splash of water in his eyes, but the voice was stunned and cold.

"In these years, how many times have you been pleading for help from you, and asking for your pity and help? Is it useful? How much does the Confucianism Gate have to pay in order to get rid of the demon? The cultivators are not enough to eat, and there is money. Please move the Buddha."

Some people were said to be a bit stunned. Some people did reflect on their heads, but some people were screaming and trying to take all the sewage to a Confucianist door. "Yes, Confucianism was really black, but it has nothing to do with us. I sent a demon to demon, and the money I asked for was only a few hundred dollars. Xue Shaozhu could not knock a boat with a stick."

"Oh. Hundreds of silver." Xue Meng suddenly sneered, "Dao Chang, have you seen the towns and villages in the middle of the city?"

"..."

"Look at the south of the border, you go to see the ghost town in the capital, go to the foot of the eyebrows, look at how those people live, then you come back to me, you ‘only’ receive a few hundred silver.”

Master Xuanjing sighed: "Xue Shaozhu, Laojiao knows your heartache."

Suddenly, but the words turned.

"However, no matter what, the sorrows of life and death have indeed caused the disciples to practice the ban, and there are also elders who deliberately cover up, intercepting the Tianyin Pavilion, and even killing the victims, killing 11 monks in Tianyin Pavilion. Sin, the sin of death and death is also difficult to escape."

Xuemeng's anger is getting stronger, like a black cloud covering his eyebrows: "Master, Tianyin Pavilion has a lot of handcuffs at the time, you have seen it. They want my master and ink burning life! My teacher Don’t you go, do you still have to sit in the same place and die?!”

His temper was fierce, and this sentence blurted out, but immediately seized the empty space for others.

"Well? According to the meaning of this, Xue Shaozhu actually thought that Chu Ning and Mo-burning were right?"

"There are so many reasons to kill people, and it really is that the upper beam is not right."

"This is a concept of right and wrong, it is so chilly. I see this life and death, it is really impossible to stay."

When I heard the last sentence, Xue Zhengyi was also rushing into the blood, and the pain in the wound was more intense. His ten fingers secretly tightened, endured this pain, and then stared at the man who spoke, his face became extremely gloomy: "This fairy is probably laughing."

"They didn't laugh."

Xue Zhengyi raised his eyes and looked for his voice. He turned his head slowly. He murmured: "Jiang Yan..."

From the beginning to the present, Jiang Yan did not say anything dirty, but did not open his mouth to help. He wore a light blue embroidered silver thread Du Ruohua robe, standing in the temple, can not see the mood.

Jiang Yan didn't really want to smash the beach, but if he didn't open it, I was afraid that the scene would become more and more anxious, so he moved his eyelashes and raised his eyes: "According to the rules of the repairing world, if a disciple practices a ban, no matter Whether the martial art directly instructs it is unfavorable to the instructor and the monitoring is not good."

Xue Zhengyi’s face was white.

Jiang Yan continued: "To prevent the aftermath, once discovered, such sects will dismiss the disciples when they stand, and force the lock. This point, Xue Zhangmen will not be unclear."

It is not unclear.

However, although this rule has been drawn up, it has not really been followed in the centuries.

How many disciples are there in a martial art? What did each disciple do, how could it be managed? Looking back at the front, regardless of Confucianism, lonely moon night, even no sorrow temple, Shangqing Pavilion, which one did not have a few people who practiced the three major bans? For example, if you are guilty of sin, you will be known for the technique of rebirth. Who will go to siege the Temple of Nostalgia and let the abbot close the temple?

This rule is just for the sake of restraint, but never to cash it. Only in today's situation, the wall is pushed by people, and they are afraid of possessing conspiracy in the dead and dying, and will carry out this paper empty text, forcing the dead and the sin.

Xue Zhengyi did not answer, but described the gray defeat, staring at Jiang Yan, seems to be surrounded by the lonely wolf.

For a long while, he asked Jiang Yan: "Do you not think this is ridiculous?"

Jiang Yan replied: "I feel absurd. But the text is so, I can't distinguish it for your class."

"Wen Wen..." Xue Zhengyi smiled, and the knuckles of the animal's head embossed on the edge of the seat, closing his eyes and sighing. "Twenty years. The order of the upper revision is still strict and strict. It’s wide and it hasn’t changed at all.”

Jiang Yan seems to have a conflict with this matter, and licked his lips, no more words. Instead, the other sects of the other sects began to show their heads and said, "Please ask Xue Zhangmen to follow the order and dissolve the shackles of death."

"Take a guilty punishment, Xue Zhangmen has a number of hearts."

"Everything must be done according to the rules. You have made so many things. Do you dare to say that you are innocent?"

In the snoring, some people turned their heads and said to Jiang: "Gang Jiangmen, we have received the complaints of major cities and towns before we came. The death and death of this life is difficult to escape. You are the head of the public. Let’s make a statement."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Everyone's eyes were concentrated on him. Jiang Yanmei was low-lying. After a while, he whispered: "There are so many doubts about your faction. Nowadays, the situation is turbulent and cannot be lightened. Xue Zhangmen, the rule of death and death Dispose of as a disposition. If you have evidence of self-certification in the future, you can do it again..."

When he had not finished speaking, he heard a sigh: "Jiang Yan, you have to deceive too much!"

"...Xue Shaozhu." Jiang Yan was a bit sloppy. He has always been a singer. Now he has been ordered to do things. He was in a bad mood. At this time, he was still named by a little guy and said that he was "deceiving too much" and could not help but feel more emotional. difference. His forehead was slightly fretting, and then he narrowed his eyes. "I have told you many times. The elders talk, the younger learn to shut up. You are also in your twenties, but the people are more than the same. Oh, I’m afraid it’s more than one.”

Xue Meng listened to his words, but he was angry and burned. He kicked the monk standing in front of him and flew straight toward Jiang Yan. He slammed Jiang Yan’s clothes and slammed him. On the beam column.

The eyes are like a bayonet.

He doesn't have to hate life: "Jiang Yan!! You still like to compare me with Nangong? How can you not compare with Nangong Liu?"

Jiang Yan was offended and looked more and more cold: "Look at your young age, first mention you. Let go."

Xue Meng suddenly ignored it. He had been forced to be a little crazy, and he continued to gnash his teeth: "In my opinion, you are more deprecated than Nangong Liu as the head of the door! You are black and white upside down, so it depends!" you you……"

Everyone was amazed, and the disciples of the lonely moon night didn’t even have time to react. They never believed that someone would be rude to the one.

He stared at Jiang Yan's cold eyes, and his silver teeth shattered.

"Jiang Yan, you are a beast."

This is still a good time, Dan Xin Temple instantly fried the pot.

"Xue Meng! You are arrogant! You are a younger generation, how to talk to the elders!"

"What day's pride, cultivation has eaten in the dog's belly!"

Jiang Yan slightly lifted his chin and sneaked into the sin. He stared at Xue Meng for a while, then slowly raised his hand and caught Xue Meng’s hand, only one force.

Hey.

The brittle sound of the bones.

"Well!"

"Menger!"

Jiang Yan is like abandoning the residue, cold and cold will Xue Meng to a side, carefully smoothed his collar folds, and then opened.

Not against Xue Meng, it is against Xue Zhengyi.

"Xue Zhengyi, you really taught a good son."

Xue Meng was pinched to dislocation, but still roared to rush up, but the person who was alone on the moon night would not let him do so, and they would block the sword.

Jiang Yan finally had no patience, and there was a fire in the eyebrows. He was tired of saying: "Distributed."

"Distributed!"

"The shackles of life must be distributed!"

The crowd of black people is forced to come over, nothing can be more united than fear, and the same meaning is repeated in different mouths -

The shackles of life and death must be disbanded today. These caves cannot be left.