Chapter 126: Problem-solving ink marks

Thanks for the slightest sigh, said: "Who would it be? According to common sense, at least 50 people should be affected by this kind of storm."
Huacheng Road: "I guess, maybe with the half moon, the same person who sent the empty shell."
In this way, it seems that there has always been a hand that is pushing him to the center of various chaotic events. Thanks to the inexplicable feeling, said: "What is the purpose of this person?"
Huacheng shook his head and thought about it. At this time, suddenly listening to the sound of children playing outside the Bodhisattva, his sharp vision swept out. Following his gaze, Xie pity looked out through the window and saw two children playing outside the door. Guzi rode on the shoulder of Lang Ying, a carefree state.
Of course, the Navy has crossed the sea to steal the pillars, the wind division is imposter, the "land division" is also imposter, the sailor's body is in the same place, four things, four sunny days, four thundering thunder, one ratio One ringing, a great uproar in the heavens and the heavens.
For a time, everyone was so shocked that they didn’t know what to say, and no one in the Shenwu Hall expressed their opinions. Even Jun Wu’s hand seems to be unable to support his forehead.
Although Mingyi does not deal with people very much on weekdays, only Shi Qingxuan, who likes to entangle himself, can mix well with him. Everyone has no deep friendship with him, but when he thinks his peers are actually legendary Desperate ghost king, the impact is too big.
In order to dress up as a geologist, the ghost king has been diligent and diligent for many years. He has gathered a large number of believers in the world. The Mid-Autumn Festival feast can also enter the top ten, which is higher than the majority of the official positions in the heavens. It is really It’s terrible, it’s a desperate ghost king. Everyone can't help but be embarrassed, even if they tell them that Huacheng is among them, or if Huacheng is in the upper heaven, it will not be even more shocking.
There is no mention of the resentment between Blackwater and the Navy and the Navy. However, it is true that the teacher died in the hands of the black water and the mysterious ghost. This is no doubt. Therefore, the Heavenly Court officially launched a command for the Blackwater Xuan Gui. But everyone knows that a desperate ghost king wants to hide, is it so easy to find it?
The so-called wall is pushed by everyone. In the past, Feng Shui’s second division was full of wind and light. When the teacher did not cross, it was not the stars who held the moon. When they died, the stars did not dare to come out. Shi Qingxuan loves to make friends, and he is generous. At this time, countless "friends" on weekdays don't know where to go. The head of the Navy was confined to the head of the Navy. On the day of the burial, it was cold and clear. Except for the pity and the spirit, few other priests were present. Thanks for the past few days, I don’t know whether it was intentional or not. A group of people have begun to burn the Feng Shui Temple. Although he can’t bear it and blocked a few waves, as time goes by, people find that the gods that are offering are malfunctioning. It will only intensify, stop for a while, can't stop the world, and after more than ten years, even for a few years, people will forget these two Fengshui two gods who had stood on the peak of the heavenly court. Slightly sad.
At the end, Xie Li said to the Lingwen: "The wind master is the descendant of Qing Xuan, and you have to bother with it."
The spirit is also condensed, and there is no smile for many days. He said: "I don't have to say anything about my Royal Highness, I will definitely go all out."
He said: "His Royal Highness, instead of letting the Temple of the Spirit go over the car and slowly looking for it, it is better to ask you directly about the rain, can you inquire with the black madman, Where did Xuan get it? He took the head of the Shui Si brother. What else does he want to do?"
Xie pity shook his head and said helplessly: "The general is always taken for granted. What does a desperate ghost king want to do, but also need to tell another?"
So, I don’t have much to say.
Back to the Bodhisattva view, many villagers were surrounded and whispered. Thank you for knowing what is going on without asking, because there is a sneaky ghost in the Bodhisattva. The head of the village was frightened and frightened, and pulled him: "Dao, your crazy cousin, he and he, he again..."
Xie pity's external rhetoric is that his grace is his crazy cousin, who is disgusted and no one is willing to raise, so he is obliged to take it. In a sense, it is not a lie. He said: "It’s crazy again, it’s okay, it’s closed, he won’t come out, everyone’s gone.

The villagers said: "Oh." scattered. Before the scattered, the village chief sent a basket of eggs to thank the pity, said: "That, the road, your little flower..."
Xie Li first is a glimpse: "??? Xiaohua???" finally reacted, said, "Oh, Saburo is it." I think that the current status of Huacheng is his younger brother, leaving home to come and play with him. The sensation of shame. The head of the village said: "Yes! Your little flower, he helped us repair things today. You should treat him at night."
"Yes! Give him a supplement, eat strong, work better!"
Thanks to pity, Junjun can't help but say: "Okay, good. Certainly, sure."
As soon as the door was opened, Lang Ying had already shrunk in the corner to sleep. Grace was lying on the ground while screaming at the corpse. A roasting heart burned the liver. Guzi was giving him a shoulder and said: "Hey, hello. Didn't you?"
"..." Xie pity took off the brawl and put the eggs in one hand. "What happened to you? Eat a bad stomach?"
Grace said: "As long as you don't give me something to eat, I am on the ground
ash will not eat bad belly!"
Listening to his exaggeration, thank you for your hands and sleeves, said: "Would you like to try those guys and see if you have a bad stomach?"
Graceful words: "Hey! What did Laozi say, you exposed your dark heart! Change the son of the law to torture me! Hey, my son is not bad, change your side." Hey~ Auntie, what the is going on, I’m really dying to me recently, I’m going to call it with a cat. Spring is like it. Is it sick?! My cousin! I am sick! It’s definitely because of you. I am sick, I am sick! The snow lotus you killed this day is killing people!"
Thank you for your pity, touched his forehead and said, "Is it a fever?" Suddenly, he opened his hand and frowned: "No. You should not pretend."
Grace has to be smashed again, and Guzi said pitifully: "Dao, I have not lied to you. He has been uncomfortable recently. He has been screaming for a long time."
Seeing the sadness creeping on the ground, Xie pity shook his head and stood up to look for a medicine box, but suddenly found that the merit box was actually heavy. This merit box is newly made by Huacheng. There should be nothing at all. Thanks to the strangeness, the key is opened and opened, and it is stunned. It is actually shook by a box of bright gold bars.
"啪", thanked the pity and quickly closed the merit box.
Didn't he send it back to the box of gold bars that the Navy sent? Who sent it back? ? ?
It won't be a flower city, he won't be as simple and rude as a direct gold bar. Thanks for turning around and asking: "Who is it, who has been here?"
Grace pointed at his nose and said: "Hey, have you made a mistake, you really are when I am raising your door? You are absolutely? You have never had such a big face, stinking black water and Dog Huacheng did not dare to take me as a door!"
"哐", the door of Bodhisattva was kicked open, but Huacheng kicked the door in. As soon as he saw him, his grace was dumb, and he sneaked away and sneaked away. He did not dare to mention what he saw that night. Thanks to the pity: "Samuro, you are back."
Huacheng smiled and said: "Yes."
Thanks for your pity: "It’s hard for you. The village chief sent something to help me, and I have a good meal tonight."
Huacheng Road: "Okay. But, is your brother going tonight tonight?"
Thanks to the pity: "Ghost city?"
Huacheng Road: "Well. By the way, take this thing too." He pointed to the grace, "Look at any way to pull out his soul."
Indulge in a moment, thanking the pity: "Alright." It is not a way to always drag on. Of course, the most important reason is that the grace is too much to eat, and his view of the Bodhisattva is really unaffordable.
When Rong Rong heard that he was going to send him to the ghost market, he was shocked and resisted. However, the anti-discipline was invalid. After a smog, he was turned into a blue tumbler by the flower city, and he was holding it in his hand and took it to the ghost city.
The ghost market is still so lively, walking on the street, the ghosts still remember the pity, see him come again, have screamed: "Da Bogong! ... ah no, the city's friends, you come again!"

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Thanks for bringing the basket of eggs, as the souvenirs brought from the world, many ghosts who got the eggs danced, and some decided to eat with their own blood tonight, and some announced Use this egg to hatch an eight-sword monster. Huacheng solved the technique of the graceful body. After a burst of blue smoke, the man with the graceful appearance appeared on the street, holding his head and preventing it. Some ghosts sniffed the smell of his body and said, "Hey, isn't this a green ghost?"
The group of ghosts all gathered up, sniffed for a long time, and enjoyed it, said: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, really a green ghost, this silly has come again hahahahahahaha!"
"I haven’t been beaten before, hahahahahaha dare to come!"
Huacheng Road: "Small optimistic, big way to think of a way, drag him out without damaging the flesh."
"Yes! The city owner!"
So, a few beautiful and beautiful female ghosts picked up the millet, and after a few minor tune, he fell asleep. The rest of the demon ghosts began to play with the grace and began to play ghosts. A screaming escape, a group of ghosts chasing after him. Huacheng and Xie pity looked for a while, then turned the direction and entered the thousand lights.
The two slowly stepped into the temple and approached the stage. The stage was still covered with pen and ink. Recently, Xie Pity has been in a heavy mood. After reading these things, I intentionally relaxed the atmosphere and smiled a little. "I taught you last time, saying that you have to practice more words, but recently, have you not practiced?"
Huacheng coughed and said: "Brother, you have given me everything else, what do I eat at night?"
Thanks for learning his appearance, gently raising his eyebrows, said: "Don't care about him."
Huacheng Road: "I can practice the knife, and I can't practice the word. My brother is not in the side guidance. I am practicing alone. I am afraid that the practice is wrong, and the more the training is worse."
Thanks to the brow, the eyebrows are raised higher. "Is Sanlang so smart, is there something that is not good at it?"
Huacheng raised the pen and dipped a little ink, which seemed to be very modest and authentic: "Really. Please ask your brother for advice."
Thanks a little sigh, said: "You should write and read."
So, Huacheng wrote two lines seriously. Thanks for watching for a while, I really couldn’t stand it anymore, said: "...stop, stop. You... still stop."
Don't ruin the good pen and paper. Huacheng Road: "Oh." I really stopped and received the pen. Xie pity shook his head and said: "Sanlang, you... don't tell people, your words are what I teach."
Huacheng Road: "Brother, I really tried my best."
What he said in this way seems to be a little wronged. A good desolation ghost king, the name is reported, the three worlds are stunned, but at this time they are standing like a primary school student, listening to the criticism. He also talked about a few essentials. Thanks to the general, he held his hand and said, "Come on again. This time, be serious."
Huacheng Road: "Good."
Both of them are condensed in the book. After writing for a while, thank you for asking, "Why is it still "Thinking"?"
Huacheng also replied casually: "I like this poem."
Thanks to the pity: "I like it too. However, does Sanlang have other favorite poems? This one is well written, and you can write other things." Roughly, this poem is dozens of words, two people about After writing it for dozens of times, it is time to change it. Huacheng said: "Just write this one."
When he dropped the pen, he blew his ink and smiled. "If I like what, I can't tolerate anything else in my heart. I will always remember it. A thousand times, 10,000 times, how many years will not change. This poem, This is the case."
"..." Xie pity smiled and said, "Yes."
Huacheng Road: "Well."
"..."
Thanks for letting go, he coughed and said: "That's good. Saburo is a person of affection and sex, very good... Oh, you can practice it yourself. Ah, yes. Grace seems to be the most recent. The body is a little uncomfortable."
Huacheng put down the paper and put a pen and said: "Which discomfort?"
Thanks for turning around, said: "He seems to say that he is flustered. But I have checked it. It seems that it is not the body of the person who has a problem. It is not because the weather is bad."
Huacheng said behind him: "When did it start?"
Thanks to the pity: "It should be these days, today is especially serious..."
When the voice did not fall, his heart suddenly gave birth to an ominous premonition. At this moment, there was a sigh of "啪" behind him, and it seemed that something had fallen from the air.
Thanks and turned, and said: "Sanlang?!"
The pen that was originally held in the hands of Huacheng fell, and a messy ink mark was drawn on the white paper. Huacheng’s face was so heavy that it seemed to be unstable, with one hand on the edge of the platform and the other hand holding his right eye. 2k novel reading network