Vol 12 Chapter 8: Fellow

Hearing the name of "daoyou", Li Qingshan really had a long-lost feeling, and then he was in the heart. There was a practitioner in this building, and he did not find it. Although the scene is too noisy, he did not explore with God, but this can not be imagined in Kyushu, not to mention in the world of the five continents, he can even see through the hearts of people.
The laws of human relations have greatly inhibited the power of "Tao Fa Xian Sheng", even including induction and exploration. Even the hunters of the tortoises have become very vague, and it is the smell that comes to the most.
Recalling the feeling of being watched in the party, and the strange deer, can't help but fall into the thoughts. Is it too much to reveal the spell in this city?
At this time, a middle-aged man floated down, but to be more exquisite and luxurious, the thin face was kept with three long squats, a blue-colored gown and a robes were somewhat similar, quite a bit of a scent of the wind.
He first turned around the peach tree for a few laps, and took a flower and grind it, and tasted it in the mouth, confirming that it was a real peach, not a poor eye. Then came to Li Qingshan and said with surprise: "What is this spell, how is the Taoist?"
"Founding a monk?" Li Qingshan asked.
"Yes, it is the construction of the district." The middle-aged man caressed the three squats, quite self-satisfied.
"It’s polite."
Li Qingshan smiled. Because of the suppression of the laws of the heavens and the earth, the human path is not a world where "Yuan Ying is gone, Jin Dan is not as good as a dog." The general refiner is just a warlock. Even the monks are not counted. There must be a lot of strong practitioners, but the chances of hitting the vast majority of the human world are very small. If even a few spells are not dare to show. It’s too much to be too cautious.
"In the next Xie Maoshi, dare to ask the name of the friend who is famous, what is He Xiu?"
Xie Maoshi glanced at Zhu Yingcai and found out that he was a refiner, but he could not see the cultivation of this handsome man in front of him, but "when the expert reaches out, he knows if there is any." This child is not an ordinary person.
"Li Qingshan, Yuan Ying."
Li Qingshan showed some breath, but he tried to hide the annihilation of "The Emperor's Destruction" and temporarily changed it to "The Emperor's Record of the Emperor", which naturally revealed a kind of precious gas, as if "the world is all over the world." In the palm of your hand."
"Yuan Ying monk!?"
Xie Maoshi was shocked and shocked. He had already guessed whether the other party’s cultivation was higher than himself. Perhaps it is a monk, but did not expect to be high. Quickly rectifying the dress and making a big gift: "It turned out that Li’s predecessors came to visit, the boy was rude, and he forgives me!"
Zhu Yingcai finally got a confirmation from Li Qingshankou. He was also amazed and turned to think: "Yuan Yingxiu, that is the legendary figure. If you can worship him as a teacher, don't go to Wanxiangzong!"
Everyone does not understand the meaning behind the word "Yuan Ying". However, Xie Maoshi is very familiar with it. However, in the face of the Lord, the adults are all equal, and each other is a person who is commensurate with his friends. He is famous for his temperament and informality. He has seen him so respectful to people.
The girls are even more brilliant, and they can't imagine such a handsome young man. It has such a high position among the warlocks.
Xie Maoshi can't believe it, but think about those big monks who are not old-fashioned, only shouting "predecessors", to be a younger generation, for fear of offending. That can be an unpredictable disaster.
The old man was short of three points, accompanied by caution: "Li Daren, the food is just right, just right! Please sit upstairs!"
Xie Maoshi's big sleeves waved: "Where to go upstairs, this kind of windy place, plain and shameless for the predecessors!"
The old man’s expression was stiff and he couldn’t refute it. He said in his heart:
You old ghost, I don’t come to my flower house one day, why don’t you humiliate you! Oh, I’m afraid that if this Li Gongzi is coming, which one? The girl also puts you in my heart."
Xie Mao really didn't have this idea. He just saw that a living Yuan Ying monk was too excited. This is an extremely rare method.
"Predecessors, the head of the country is banqueting the monks in Lumingyuan. We are better off drinking a few cups of royal wine... No, no, it is too disrespectful to the predecessors. I am going to the palace to pass the words, if you know the older generation , I must come in person!"
"The Lord of the Lord feasts the monks, why don't you go?"
Li Qingshan’s heart is moving and he is about to inquire about the news. This is not a good opportunity. Moreover, the city is hungry everywhere, and the city is full of drunkenness. It always makes him somewhat uncomfortable. He is about to meet this faint prince and ask why he is so stupid.
Xie Maoshi said: "The younger generation is greedy and greedy, and the seniors are laughing."
Li Qingshan smiled and said: "The big man is very romantic, and there is nothing funny about it."
Xie Maoshi's eyes brightened: "A good husband is self-contained! The predecessors are open-minded, and they are not able to meet the younger generation. I am going to go to the palace to inform, let the king of the country open the palace door and welcome the older generation!"
"No, you told me that Lumingyuan is in that direction, how far is it?"
Zhu Yingcai suddenly understood what Li Qingshan wanted to do, and immediately covered his mouth with both hands.
Xie Maoshi looked at him strangely, did not dare to violate Li Qingshan's meaning, pointed to the direction and said the distance.
"Entertain my guests."
Li Qingshan also confessed to the old man, and the old man was about to return. He saw three figures rising in the sky, plunging in the direction of the imperial city in the air, and the was sitting down on the ground: "God!"
"Older, give me a few peaches to come up, Grandpa, I am out of five or two, no, twelve gold to buy!"
"This son has twenty-two gold!"
"Mom, I want to eat too!"
The whole building is up and down all the time~EbookFREE.me~ The spirit of the old man is great: "One peach and twelve gold, this is the reserve price, please ask the guests to offer the price, fair trade, the high price! The daughters want to taste the fresh You have to beg for your entourage."
He also told a few turtles: "You give me a good reception for Li Daren's 'guest', let them have a good meal, and they are also old and good deeds!"
At the same time, in a pleasant royal palace, the forest is deep, the deer sounds, and the pavilions surrounded by clear water, the ladies wearing the gauze are like clouds, and the footsteps are light.
There are dozens of monarchs, while savoring the delicacies of the food, while enjoying the songs and dances of silk bamboo, the water is flowing, and they are staggered.
There was a loud bang, I didn’t know what was falling from the sky, and it stirred up the water of ten feet. It was like a torrential rain splashing on the pavilion. I was shocked by the palace girl and messed up the silk bamboo. I was smashing and smashing, and the cup was turned over and over. Lost color, the white deer lord shouted: "protection! Guardian!" I forgot to cultivate myself.
Ordinary refiners are even more unbearable, and one has drilled directly to the bottom of the table, and the is still outside.
The next voice in the pavilion shouted: "Your underarms is me, it is me!" (To be continued.)