Legend of the Great Saint

> Ann can always feel the emotional changes of Li Qingshan, strangely stunned his head. [ |I||]

Li Qingshan drove Liu Chuanfeng out and closed the door. He asked the recent practice of Ann.

Ann is even more strange: "What happened?"

Li Qingshan smiled a bit and touched his head. He never thought that he was an indecisive person, but now he understands that the reason why he is not indecisive is that he has not encountered anything that is really difficult to decide.

It was a wish in his heart to let her recover her memory and retrieve her original name and identity. Sending her back to her hometown was the first promise he made in this world.

But this old wish and promise, if it comes at the same time, he can never laugh.

"I found the same good thing, it might be helpful." Li Qingshan indulged in a moment, telling the truth, taking out the remaining half of the water, and telling him about its function.

Then, Li Qingshan discovered that Ann's performance was not more calm than him. He held the hand of the water bottle and even trembled a little, letting the blue liquid shake with a burst.

There was no excitement and joy to restore memory. She lowered her eyes, long eyelashes, and cast a shadow on the big eyelids.

"I don't want to drink."

"Why?" Li Qingshan knows what to ask, and how they don't understand her concerns. If he can, he would not know the existence of this potion, even if he can't simply write to gain the power of faith.

But as an adult. He can't let a child's waywardness, nor can he let himself be willful. He has to do something good about "her".

"Don't be willful. Try it, I just tried it, the effect is not bad, maybe it's really useful, of course, it may be useless, don't expect too much. [M I]"

Ann forwarded. Looking directly at Li Qingshan’s nephew, with a distressing look: “I don’t go anywhere, okay?”

Li Qingshan’s heart gradually strengthened and returned to the normal state. He smiled and smiled at her forehead: “Where are you going, where am I going!”

Close your eyes and raise your head to the remaining water in the bottle.

A slightly bitter liquid. Along the throat. Flowing into the stomach, turning into a mysterious force, spread out. Straight into the sky.

After a long time, An Zhen opened his eyes.

Li Qingshan said: "How?"

Ann shakes his head: "No feeling."

From the day of practicing "Zhu Yan Bai Lu", her soul. It is integrated with the bones, and with the practice of countless days and nights, her bones have long been stronger than the King Kong, and not only the external force is difficult to destroy, but even the different kinds of energy can not penetrate into it.

and so. Whether it is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, or to take medicinal herbs. It didn't work for her. What was enhanced was nothing more than this hull. Only the use of flames to swallow blood and refine the bones is the only way to practice her.

Recalling the potency of water, it is naturally ineffective for her to come.

Li Qingshan was relieved and took a deep breath. "I knew that the woman's medicine was not so good, don't worry, remember what, and slowly think about it."

An light "hmm", strangely said: "that woman?"

"It's a messy woman, don't worry about her, come and see how I write." Li Qingshan hugged her to her lap and gave her an original that she had worked hard to copy.

Ann looked very serious, from time to time pointed out the "strange" place in the book, the so-called strange, that is, martial arts, in this world of soil and water, the use of many lexical allusions, there are problems.

Li Qingshan was a big one. The original copy was not so simple: "What can I do?" He hasn’t seen a few books. It’s only a year or two from the Wo Niu Village. The understanding of the world is also called Not profound.

An laughed: "I have a way."

Liu Chuanfeng is biting his pen and guessing what his apprentice has written.

Li Qingshan suddenly strode in: "Is there a look?"

Liu Chuan said: "What are you looking at?"

Li Qingshan said: "I don't look at you anyway. It's better to be some famous ones. It's more popular, the more the better."

"What happened to me?" Liu Chuanfeng immediately argued that he was not the owner of the windy month. He immediately took out a letter from the treasure chest: "Look, how do people praise me?"

Li Qingshan blinked his eyes, and Liu Chuanfeng was extremely honest and took out a lot of books from the treasure bag. There were hundreds of books.

Li Qingshan hugged and left, Liu Chuanfeng shouted behind: "Your heart, this is a treasure."

The robes fluttered, and the master went quietly to Yunxu Island. Outside the bamboo building where Li Qingshan was located, his sight passed through the layers of bamboo and saw the one or two figures under the lone lamp.

Anzhen read the book on the floor, smashed a page and turned it over. It looked fast and there were more than a dozen books piled up beside him.

Li Qingshan stood, as if thinking about something, turning his body from time to time and waving his fists.

He is summarizing and comprehending, the gains and losses of today’s World War I. If he is asked to read a book, he will see seven pages when he reads ten pages. But when he thinks of today’s battle, his mind seems to be a movie. Every punch and every foot is clear. He even remembers clearly how he knocked down every soldier disciple.

Gradually, the backs of the four sides were dim, and the expressions of each of the soldiers’ disciples were blurred. Only on the long ladder, a group of stickman-like military disciples rushed up.

He imitated their moves, the way they worked, the lights cast their shadows on the walls, and in the narrow space, the rapid and powerful movement.

The two people moved and quieted, but they formed a wonderful warm atmosphere, which made the master of the thought feel inexplicably familiar. After thinking for a long time, I remembered it. It was the feeling of home.

In order to save some light, the mother sewed the clothes in the moonlight, and he blew the fire in his yard.

A master of masters is busy pressing these thoughts, silently sighing, and if they are old, if they read a "home" word, how can they become?

In the past few days, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Li Qingshan has far surpassed the performance of ordinary practitioners, but has made his concerns more and more serious.

They are not related to each other. Now she is still young. If she is a few years old, once she has given birth to that kind of emotion, I am afraid that it will be cut more and more chaotic, and it will be more difficult to give up.

Hesitated for a moment, and the master went back to the retreat. This time, the Fa Conference will surely let the same door, to the Buddha, to enlighten her, and let her break the dust.

The sound of flipping the book and the sound of the fists of the fists stopped.

"Okay." Li Qingshan Shen Shentian, showing a smile, if today's battle is once again, he is confident that he can win more easily.

Ann smiled: "Let's get started!"

Under the solitary lamp, Li Qingshan wrote, and the two spoke to make a little change to make it more in line with this era. Unconsciously, time passed by.

Why do you have to break through the iron shoes and try your best? The so-called memories are not always produced?