Chapter 169: Reunion

Chen He may not commit the crime of black under the lamp.
He stood on the painting plaque and saw the ferry boat not far away. He only glanced at it and found that there was a personal arrogance, his waist was straight and his eyes were stunned, and he was completely different from the stunned and stunned appearance of others. It was suspicious.
In particular, the person realized what he was very quick, and immediately relaxed the spirit of the whole body. The sheepskin was pulled and smashed into the crowd. Only one pair of eyes stared at the painting.
This kind of appearance is more obvious.
Chen He’s voice made the follow-up of the magic repair on the river, then burned the painting and quietly came to the ferry.
It is a breeze to turn the monks into the eyes of the mortal.
Huang Shuangzi tried to jump on the boat and was stunned by everyone. This was a quiet look at Chen He, and then he remembered this person he had seen - from the memory of the flames in the red wind desert.
Because he was a member of the flame, Chen Wo rummaged through the bead and found another two dusty memories.
A group of salt traders met after the brothers came out of the desert. Huang Shouzi holding a white paper fan, filled with a nondescriptable military division, was called the second master, and arrogant.
However, in the encounter of Zhangzhou, Huang thin son was exhausted and a lot of old, desperately trying to "see the teacher to learn art."
Explain that the monks sometimes kill mortals, and those who are lucky enough to escape do not know the truth, and they are asking for it everywhere.
Even if you are lucky, you really become a monk. When you have the strength to take revenge, if the enemy does not have a life, it must be promoted to a big realm. Is it not impossible to defeat? In the end, I only regret for a lifetime. Moreover, with hatred to cultivate the exercises, hatred to dominate the mind, what will eventually become?
I really hope that the good monks of the apprentices will not accept the disciples. The magic repair is another matter.
Now Huang Wo, who is seen by Chen He, is more stunned than that seen in Ganzhou. His eyes are straightforward. Like a mad gambler, he knows that he must lose before he puts on the chip, but he still refuses to turn back.
The two rough men dragged the yellow thin man into the cabin like a sack.
Chen He was hesitant in his heart. From the red wind desert, he had no memory, only the words that were released before the death, and the inheritance of the North Xuan faction.
Where was the initial place to stay, did anyone help?
Since there was no beading from the flame, no one knows.
Chen Wo guessed from the broken memory that since Huang Shuangzi was a subordinate of the flames before he became a sacred sage, and the flames stood in the red wind desert for many years, it may be that the group of salt traders met on the rocky beach. When I got to the flames, I would like to meet or want to get to know a "master" with great strength.
The latter is fine. If it is 19 years old since the flame was not built, it will be with the group of private salt dealers. This is where the virtues are in it.
It is a pity that when the flames are really getting the beads, it is more than a hundred years later. This group of people has no qualifications to become a monk, and it is dead, and there is no breakthrough in the foundation period. There are still some people who may die in various battles, leaving only one thin yellow.
The two battles of the devil are in full swing. Under the acquiescence of the flames, the yellow thin man is hiding from the shadows, so that there is almost no trace of the existence of these people in the memory of Chen He.
There are too many things lost, even if they come back again, they will not be perfect.
Chen Wo silently followed the cabin, and looked up at the suspicious person, wrapped in a sheepskin gown, squatting and thinking about something beside a few scorpions.
This man's face is full of hustle and bustle, wearing a fight, and his eyes are bright and screaming. Even if you are stunned at the moment, or your back is straight, there is a kind of force that people can't help themselves.
Chen He is deeper in doubt.
He recognized that the other party was not Zhao Weiyang, nor was Fu Liyun.
The yin and yang sects were killed on the river, and there were so many individuals on the ferry nearby. With Chen He's eyesight, he can't tell whether the other is a monk or a mortal.
"Who?"
Chen Wo is even more surprised, even found himself?
The next step was a confusing match. Seeing that the situation was not right, Chen He overwhelmed the pressure, and the spiritual power went with the tricks. Qu Ye was shocked and stunned, and the knife was smashed and smashed. I have to fall to the ground.
- It’s a monk, it’s too deceiving! If you have a trick, what is the real yuan?
Qu Ye turned and jumped up, feeling the redness and swelling of his forehead, staring at Chen Wo with doubt.
Chen He also finally saw that the other party was not a monk. He couldn’t use the real power of the Yuan, and that a thousand thoughts poured into his heart for a moment, and he again looked at Qu’s again.
"Hey." Qu Ye touched the injury on his head, suddenly thought of something, vigilantly asked: "Who is your master?"
"Master."
Qu Ye saw the appearance of Chen He’s hair, the fire in his heart was more prosperous, and when he was a monk, he couldn’t speak well? Hell, he can't see through the repair of this kid, but he really can't afford it!
"Cough, who are you? Qu has never sinned you, why are you aggressive?"
"Master..."
Chen Heyi's head is foggy, very unfounded, and somewhat doubtful.
Nan Hongzi’s corpse reincarnation has only been more than 20 years old. Will this person with a full face be too old?
Qu Ye was so clever that he thought that Chen He was always stuck in the question of "who is your master?" What is the history of the teacher? It’s not a big deal.
Qu Ye thought and thought, and felt that his apprentice might be pitted, but there was no reason why he could not be stolen.
"Your master, is it a surname-"
The words got stuck.
The realm of comprehension is only to be interpreted as a Gorefiend, and it is hard to find out the news. It can only be heard that the Gorefiend is in Yuzhou, and the Gorefiend is the new sage of the Magic. Qu Ye couldn't figure out what to do, and now he has to use it.
Given that the name itself is a conspiracy against the North Xuan faction.
It’s really hard to recognize each other.
Even if it is not useful to read a few words from the basics of the North Xuan School, the North Xuan Xin method is the goods of the rotten street in the realm of cultivation. How many books can you find? The difference is that everyone will not practice, and they will not practice well. Only.
How can higher-level exercises be easily leaked?
The two men looked at the wood in the cabin for a long while, and did not say a word.
As a monk, Chen He is not good at seeing the bone age, but he can't go wrong. After he looked at it carefully, he felt that even if he had shaved his face, this person should have thirty.
Chen Hexin has doubts. Qu Ye’s doubts are deeper than him. Nan Hongzi’s
death
is less than twenty-five years. Where is the apprentice who has been released, can it be used to drive many magical repairs and make them feel convinced?
In such a short time, I can't teach it!
The two men shook their heads in unison, certainly not my master / my grandson!
At this time, there was a scream from the cabin: "Come on the road!"
The cabin door was immediately opened, and the rough men rushed in and stayed on the shore to continue their journey. Qu Ye shook the god, has disappeared from the trace of Chen He, can only pick up the knife and hide it back in the boots.
"Hey! Scared me!" A man’s fuss: "Qu Ye, you just made a flying knife!"
"..."
There is also a knife that is swaying on the deck.
Qu Ye didn't get angry and walked over. As a result, the knife was too dead. It took him a while to work. The people around him thought that he deliberately did this. He used the three-pointer to show the skills of the flying knife, and he was desperately flattering. Angry and angry.
The boatman was bitter and wanted to say something, but he did not dare to speak.
"Take a solid wooden board!" Qu Ye blackened his face and threw a string of copper from his waist and threw it.
The broken place is the bulkhead. As long as there is no wind and waves on the river, there is no danger of water leakage. It is just a leak.
A few boatmen are overjoyed: "Xie Quye!"
"Wait, what about the yellow thin?"
Qu Ye found that there were fewer than one person in the cabin.
"Yeah, man?" The people in the car line are also squatting outside.
The people on the ferry said that they went ashore. The people on the shore said that they didn't see it. Finally, everyone looked at Qu Ye. Huang thin son was obviously thrown in the cabin. How could it disappear?
"I pulled out the knife. When the boat arrived on the shore, you are so noisy. Where do I notice him?" Qu Ye can only say vaguely. "I just thought that I didn't see him. This asked a sentence."
Everyone rummaged on the ferry, and finally the person who was in the car said: "This kid should not jump to the river to find those high-ranking people!"
The boatmen sweared and swear, did not hear someone falling into the water, and there was only one door in the cabin, not even the window.
On the shore, there are people waiting for the boat to cross the river. The impatient and rushing urges, the car and the horse can't stop here and wait for a yellow thin child, so everyone can only confuse the things, and the road is in twos and threes.
Seeing that everyone and the other people have opened the distance, and the person who is walking with the Qufu, there is a guy who immediately comes up and asks:
"Qu Ye, that yellow thin child..."
"Okay! This is not to mention again!"
Qu Ye's face was ugly, and the sheepskin was tight in the snow. He couldn't help but think of his apprentice, and the guy who was wearing a Jiguang sculpt like a teenager. Who is it?
After being stopped by him, all the people in the Escort closed their mouths and did not dare to scream.
The snow stopped in the evening, and Qu Ye only let him find a roadside shop to sharpen, no rest, and urged to stay on the road overnight. Everyone complained, waiting for the next day at noon, staggering to a small town to prepare When resting, everyone sighed that Qufu had a foresight.
Without him, the weather was fine and the snow began to melt.
If they stay in the wild shop for one night, they will hurry up the next day, and they will be full of mud and slippery. Because the snow melts and the wind blows, the place where the back sun is everywhere is ice, and I am afraid that I will fall and die.
Now in the town, comfortably rest for a day and night, waiting for the road to go, it is wonderful.
The rough guys slept in the evening, hungry and hugged to find food, just in the inn, stewed a large pot of lamb, to order hot soup, darts dare not drink, can only sacrifice the five internal organs.
The inn is a place to the south and the north, and everyone can talk.
Some people talked about the encounter with the paintings on the river, the martial arts high people stepping on the water, the rough guys here are screaming, fussing, and the sneer in the inn, they do not believe.
"Brother, you are more exaggerated than the storytelling, change your mouth and eat rice!"
The rough man was said to have a red face, and he took the table and the theory.
"Qu Ye, you have a weight in speaking, you tell these lonely people!"
"What can I do, what does he believe, and do not believe that you can have less meat?" Qu Ye pinched the chopsticks, full of clips, and casually taught.
The fog rises and the smell is tangy.
Qu Ye ate his face and thought with emotion. It was a great day to starve to death. It seems that today, eating a bowl of fear is not enough, and you have to pay for it to fill your stomach.
Looking down at the chunks of mutton in the soup, I sighed: Poor, four bowls of mutton in a bowl of noodles, and more bones, left to eat at the end. Cherish the blessings, do all the talents know the blessings!
When he stretched the chopsticks at the mutton, suddenly the people around him whispered: "Qu Ye!"
"What, can't wait to finish eating?" Qu Ye yelled.
The people next to them didn't dare to scream. Qu Ye just picked up the mutton and found that it was wrong. It seems that there is more than one person in front of him?
He looked up and suddenly the lamb fell back into the bowl, and the chopsticks were stuck in his hands.
Qu Ye ridiculously opened his mouth, staring at the red dress, eyebrows, color, black hair like paint, not like the world should be, the person with red dust can look at the table.
"you you…"
Released silently, took away the chopsticks in the hands of Qu Ye, and looked down at the bowl on the table.
He calmly and calmly licked the mutton in the bowl and then put it down, and said nothing:
"Now we are finished, we can talk."
"..."
Qu Ye’s face is hateful and hateful.
"Hey!" He started at the table, "Who will let you eat!"