Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Why don't you know if you haven't seen it for a few years?"

It is really difficult for Huang Shouhu to associate the "Imperial Man" in front of this cloud with the farmer's kid. His knowledge is wider than ordinary people, but he has never seen such a fly!

However, he was not seen in two or three years. He was already tall and strong. He had already stretched out completely. His shoulders were long and his arms were long and his body was squatting. Sitting in the clouds, there was an invisible sense of oppression. Although the contours of the face have not changed much, the temperament of the whole person is definitely two people.

Outside Zhuangzi, many sergeants lost their weapons and bowed, but the hunters in Zhuangzi, although almost all recognized Li Qingshan, could not believe their eyes at this time.

Li Qingshan glanced at the masters of the daze outside the village and asked: "What is going on?"

Huang disease tiger smiled and put down the big bow and talked about the cause of the matter.

It was not long after Ye Dachuan left, and a new county magistrate was sent. This time it was not the relationship household of Ye Dachuan, but the Confucian student who came from the college. In just one or two years, he will take care of Qingyang County. The piece of iron plate became a land emperor. The stubborn power of the "old age" of Le Mazhuang, as well as the name of the wind that provoked the authority of the county, became the "nail house" that focused on governance.

"Aoyama, this time you must help me, you are also a half Lema Zhuang people." Huang disease tiger see Li Qingshan does not set the shelf of the practitioner, knowing that his mind has not changed, he begged.

Li Qingshan remembered this moment and smiled. "At that time, I entered Le Ma Zhuang, but I entered the Longtan Tiger Cave. You are now a top-ranking master. How can you stay in this village? Remember that you said it before, but still want to I have to make another move."

Although the yellow disease tiger is still called a sick tiger, but the face is ruddy. The spirit is full of energy. Obviously, those who participated in the wine played a lot of functions. He worked hard to improve his internal strength and he was promoted to the realm of first-class masters.

Huang Shouhu looked back at Zhuangzi: "The new county is so aggressive. How can I leave it?"

Li Qingshan patted his shoulder: "Is there wine?"

Huang disease tiger face a happy, turned his head and said to Zhuang Zhong: "Get wine!"

A jar of wine was sent up and the two drunk on the tower. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the new county magistrate to get the news, and then rushed over, not riding the horse without taking the sedan, but performing the light work, drifting away. In this year, scholars are not synonymous with the weak, and internal swordsmanship is a compulsory subject.

The new county magistrate is not too old. As soon as I saw Li Qingshan, my face changed, although it was also a first-class master. But his knowledge is a little higher than the yellow sick tiger. My heart is awkward, a senior refiner. The attitude immediately became very respectful. I heard that the identity of his Eagle Wolf is more careful.

Li Qingshan did not favor the Huang disease tiger. I asked the county magistrate to come up and mediate for the two people. Let the county magistrate stop the knife and let the Huang disease tiger change the name of the big horse in Le Mazhuang, and avoid unnecessary killing.

How dare not to be mediate, and immediately shake hands and talk.

After Li Qingshan drank, he patted the shoulder of Huang Danghu: "The side of the couch is tolerant of others sleeping, and Huang is still trying to make another way!" Put a medicinal medicine in his hand.

When Huang Shouhu looked, he blurted out: "Congenital Dan!" It’s too late to thank, the cloud has crossed the hill and disappeared.

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When the spring blossoms, Xiao An stood up from the cave and walked toward the sky, letting the whistling thunder tear the clothes and stripping the flesh and blood.

The blood boils in an instant, and most of the body of the Tianxiang national color has turned into coke, and then turned into fly ash. In the end, only one white bone remains.

She walked slowly, but it kept going, and the horrible robbery could not make her shake. Because he is waiting for her outside! Can't be left behind by him! Always be with him!

With this intention, she finally walked out of the cave. Li Qingshan was standing on the water, looking up at the shape of a cloud, looking back and laughing, putting a wild flower that I didn’t know where it was, in her hand that had become a dead bone. On, smiled and said: "Go!"

The flowers are withered and the smile blooms.

......

On the Qingteng Mountain, after more than two years of development, it finally recovered a bit of weather.

In the extraordinarily dark temple at the top of Qingteng Mountain, the three old people sit opposite each other.

The old man’s eyebrows and beards became more and more chaotic, and they were mixed together. They were like a mess, and two wise eyes, but they were faintly worried.

The pale face of the lonely grave is faintly blue. The old man of the Golden Rooster is still a Chinese costume, but it is less like a rooster.

The three people rarely get together, because in recent days, they feel uneasy about each other, although they don’t know how to calculate the mathematics, but as long as they are the base monks, they can communicate with the heavens and the earth. And people are getting old and experienced, and they have experienced some wind and rain. They believe that this kind of uneasiness is no coincidence.

Silence for a long time, Ivy old man said: "I am afraid that it is revenge from the bottom of the earth? I already know the demon squad."

The old man of the Golden Rooster said: "What? We are three years old, because my heart is a bit wrong, I have to ask for help from the demon squad, and I can’t say that I am going to laugh at the dead!"

The old man of Lonely Grave rarely said: "It’s good." The old Jinji old man shut up. After a while, he asked, "What do you really feel?"

The old man of the lonely grave said: "Death."

The temple is even more terrible, and the old vines said: "Don't worry, this Ivy Hill is up and down, I have laid a heavy circle, even if a fly can't fly..." The face suddenly changed.

"what happened?"

"Someone touched the squad and was blocked."

After a moment of silence, the old man sighed with a sigh of relief: "It seems to have already retired."

The voice did not fall, the old man of the Golden Rooster listened: "Is there any sound?"

The old man of the vines was condensed, and he heard a kind of soft noise. It was not that the bird was not a worm. The three people sensed the surroundings, but could not find the place of the sound, but the voice was distinctly larger.

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"It's below!"

The three jumped up and looked down.

Qing Teng old man said: "Impossible, there is also a ruin of the law. The rock is as strong as gold and iron. It is impossible for anyone to pass through below." In the eyes of other two elderly people who are worried, he added: "The monster does not work either. !"

The vibration is getting bigger and bigger and getting closer.

Somewhere on the floor, suddenly a hollow appeared, and the earth and stone twisted around, like being squeezed out by an invisible force. A pink big millipede crawled out of the hole and smashed around the hole. Going around, like waiting, it is like urging, sensing the atmosphere of the Sanshan old man, and directly became a ball.

Once a nightmare, like a sudden resurrection, the Golden Rooster lost his voice: "It is not dead yet!"

The old man of Qingtian also looks bad, not bad, although it is a lot smaller, but it is definitely the demon who set the trap siege.