Chapter 112: Strong

The old man carrying the lantern, the rite of the ritual festival, the priest of the Qing dynasty, chose the secluded street, and finally came to the city hall of the Red Candle Town. Before crossing the threshold, the old man’s lanterns were in the advanced entry, just like wearing After a while, the water ripples are used to isolate the yin and yang, and the well water does not make the river water. It is fleeting, but in the red lanterns of the old man, there is a stream of fluttering across the wall, which is full of brilliance.
In the hands of the old man, there are four quaint little characters written in Zhu pen, and the soul is coming.
In the Chenghuang Pavilion, where the county and the county are divided into yin and yang, a vulgar man with a face like a red jujube is always a singer. He said: "The city of Red Candle Town, see the big man in Langzhong."
The old man of Confucianism still stands a civil servant man holding a jade, a warrior with a sword and a raccoon on his shoulder, all of which can be classified into the genius of the genitals, and the appearance of the three. It is exactly the same as the statue of the clay statue of the city's grandfather, the Wenwu Pavilion.
The old man carrying the lantern nodded his head and bowed his face. His face was dignified: "Most of you have received the secret order of the court. Within a thousand miles, the mountains and rivers, the land, the river, and the temples and the civil and military temples. The gods must kill a sabre man named Aliang, in the north-south and northwest directions. On a route where the man retreats, if anyone dares to fear or hides his power, he will Breaking the golden body, the water golden body fragments are buried in the mountain roots, and the mountain fragments sink into the bottom of the river. You are born in a pavilion and two temples. It is almost the end of the scene. At that time, all the names are removed from the local county."
The old man showed a smile and eased the atmosphere. "It is not for you to rush to death. It is just a matter of hindering all your efforts. Your Majesty is personally planning, so it is also a good time for you to make meritorious deeds. Now I am struggling to make a fortune in the south. Once the territory expands, On the territory of the country that is ruined, there will be many better and higher positions. What does it mean for you? This is the door to learning. You have long been in the throne, and you want to come and understand."
The three local gods were generous.
"I don't dare to perfuse things!"
"Be sure to go all out!"
"I have died once in the war before I was alive. Now I have to enjoy the incense for hundreds of years. Since I have been fighting for the golden body, I have to let the dog blame it!"
The old man nodded with gratitude. "There is a great river in the south. After the big scorpion, you definitely need to rely on you to help you to take advantage of the rivers and rivers. In short, we are united and committed together."

A little closer to the Jade River in the Red Candle Town, the burly man who appeared with the old man in Guanshui Street. The real identity is the military sect of the Ministry of Military Affairs. It can be said that this strong man is in charge of most of the Da Yu dynasty. The people of the rivers and lakes have the power to kill and kill, but they are compared with the rituals of the old people. The former is described as dealing with the miscellaneous fish king in the mud pond, while the latter is talking about the longevity with the gods.
Inside the river god, standing on two imposing Jiangshui Zhengshen, one person holding a black scorpion iron gun, from time to time there is a golden inscription flashing, a green snake wraps around the arm, and the green snake intermittently opens a small mouth and spits out a bite. The mouth is white and white.
The two river gods were filled with misty water.
The strong man said: "Once the net is closed, most of the knives are going to flee to the south, so you have to meet here. When I will be the first to stop, the dead friends are not dead, I am I want to do it, but now the Emperor’s Majesty may stare at us, so I will not dare to lend me ten courage. I hope that both of you will not let the emperor fall down.

When the man finished speaking, he stepped out of the river god, facing the red candle town in the north, and simply took off his shirt, revealing a muscular and awkward tattoo. An ordinary grasshopper would never dare to tattoo the shoulder dragon. One out of the forest tiger.
Under the moonlight, the man arms around his chest, not moving, the momentum is high.

The long street leading to the pillow and the door, the woman who tried to persuade Lin Shouyi to return to Changchun Palace with her, did not go far, but chose a wine cellar next to the street, and there were young and beautiful women’s shopkeepers. Wine, talking to the guests with rough and ridiculous jokes, the woman's face is not changed, her timid husband is just doing things.
The elders of the Changchun Palace, sitting next to the girl who was rowing on the boat, she was a ship-owner from generation to generation, but this time she got the blessing of Tianda, and she was taken by the master next to her. Changchun Palace practiced the legendary fairy technique. According to the Master who fell from the sky, the girl's talent is good. It is estimated that the relationship between the generations and the waters is entangled with the edge of the river. Therefore, it is naturally hydrophilic and belongs to the good qualifications of the fifth floor.
The girl did not know what the fifth floor was. At this moment, she learned that her master was drinking a small drink. It was not because she was afraid of drunk, but the boatman did not drink alcohol, but the kindness of the master’s body, let the girl Involuntarily want to imitate.
The girl asked softly: "Master, why didn't the teenager want to go to Changchun Palace with us?"
The real age is almost close to the two-year-old woman, and she smiles lightly. "It can't be said that he doesn't know how to be good. He can only say that the fate has not arrived. Of course, the practice is to repair power. It is like building a house, and it needs to lay a solid foundation. Deciding how high the final height is, it is still to see the heart and repair, and what is the point of cultivation. That Lin Shouyi, a strong heart, is a good embryo of natural cultivation, even if I don’t enter my Changchun Palace, I can go very far. So you have to If you work hard, you will have the opportunity to feel at your next reunion.
The girl snorted and bowed her head.
I have to say that this woman, who is like a young man, is quite good at her chest. For the first time, the Red Candle Town ushered in a shock.
Fortunately, the momentum is very large, but the movement that really affects the construction of the town houses is actually very small. It is just that the tables and chairs on the shore are shaking and the paintings in the river are sloshing.
The woman’s face changed slightly.
Sure enough, it’s the fifth person on the fifth floor.

The woman was in a heavy mood and whispered: "I just hope that it is not the legendary 12th floor, or the soldiers on the 11th floor."
She said to the girl: "When I leave, no matter what happens, don't panic, stay in place."
Once they reach the realm of their realm, the mortal will not say anything, even if they know that the disaster is over, they may not run away.
It is hard to imagine that if there are no 72 colleges in the world sitting on the side of the town, there is no strong military monk outside the three religions. They have to rely on the dynasty in the first place. There are not so many landscape gods, helping the dynasty monarchs to stalk and bend the mountain forces. What is the point of chaos in this world?
She can't imagine it.
Even the woman herself is the of the mountain.

Aliang came to the open space outside the corridor, hunting in the sleeves, holding the green bamboo knife and the narrow knife in both hands, and breathing a big mouth, as if there was no shadowing of the fighting, there was no deliberate suppression, this man Finally, I can stretch my posture without having to put my hands on my feet.
Aliang seems to be not at ease, looking to somewhere, and swearing: "After you are a sacred of cultivating the Tao, but now the country is booming, every masculine city is often masculine and restrained. Ghostly femininity, you can let Lin Shouyi try to refine the few pure yang characters in the stack of plaques as your customs clearance."
Not far from the corridor, after the sound of Aliang, there was a shadow, and one person slowly appeared. It appeared in the eyes of Chen Ping’s four people, the black mist haunted, the black mist haunted, except for a clearly visible head, the five senses were distinct. A pair of snow-white eyes without pupils, strange and sultry, tall and faint, vague, like a cloud into the dragon, see the end of the tail.
The so-called yin nodded.
Aliang smiled and said: "Then I will hand over these children to you, at least after escorting them to Otsuka, and then seeing their own creations. It’s not a thing to keep such an old hen guard. Noun is worse than a sergeant, I believe in you."
The goddess of the gods used the authentic dialect of the town, and asked the hoarse voice: "Why do you want to believe in an unidentified femininity?"
Aliang is happy, straightforward: "Look at your face, look so inhuman, look at the cold heart of the hot heart."
The Yinshen hesitated. "Is it because of my predecessors?"
Aliang can't do this sentence. "You are a ghostly bastard... It's funny to talk."
The femininity pouts and does not speak.
Li Wei had already hid behind Li Bao’s bottle and pulled the sleeves of the girl in the red cotton jacket. She was shocked and scared:
The bottle is a ghost, really a ghost.

Lin Shouyi is full of curiosity, but try to restrain curiosity, so as not to directly look at the eyes and provoke the yin god. "Clouds on the Book" is a rough introduction, the femininity is also a god, and the first is by believers. The incense is willing, the second is parasitic in the timidity of the military, and the third is the practice of practicing the spirits. This road is the most rugged and difficult, but once it becomes a trend, the soul of the yin is also the most stable, it is the sun, 罡The wind blowing, the Sanskrit bathing, etc., can all turn into a shortcut method for self-cultivation.
The yin looked at Chen Ping’s peace, and then looked at the cowardly Li Wei who was hiding at the end.
Li Wei was crying and sullen. "You don't look at me with all your strength. Look at Lin Shouyi, see Chen Pingan, or else you can see Aliang."
The strange yin, who followed the path but took the inch, slowly dispersed, and the sinister corridor returned to normal.
Aliang looked up at the far side in the north and didn't rush to leave. He smiled and said: "It's a little accident, so we still have some time to talk. Everyone has something to say, hurry, slap, flattery. I have to slap the horse, although I will come back later, I don’t know the Year of the Ox.
Li Baowan’s first opening,
Aliang, if the knife is broken, you don’t have to return me because I am a friend with you!

Aliang smiled and smiled at the little girl. She said: "This is a warm heart, I like it! But I will definitely return the Xiangfu to you, and I am relieved."
Lin Shouyi seriously asked: "Aliang, I will not need to be more rigid than the pure Wufu, or the military monk in the practicing spirits."
Aliang shook his head and said: "No, some people are suitable for doing this. For example, I am not suitable for some. For example, you, Lin Shouyi’s practice road, can only work hard in the deep and deep words. Word was wasting effort."
The man who has lost his fight is very serious.
The cold-minded teenager with a high aspirations nodded lightly and motioned to understand.
Li Yan, Aliang, you are uncomfortable when you don’t brave the day. The child just has to take a step forward. He wants to go to the side of Aliang to get close to the talking, but the femininity that is gone by the gods, one palm is heavily pressed. On the shoulder, "Don't go away, the good old people of Aliang are really... too strong. If the predecessors deliberately set aside a site for us, just by being a solid body, within a few feet, you can let me like this femininity. The gods are gone. Not to mention the fact that a great war is just around the corner, the minds of the predecessors of Aliang are far from the north of thousands of miles away, and they are not distracted to take care of us."
Li stunned, probably because these words were too horrifying and absurd, so that the child was not so afraid of the femininity around him. "Are you kidding, he is A Liang? Even I can beat him. You Wouldn't it be that you owe Aliang a lot of money?"
This statue will almost condense a little femininity, with a smile and a stiff smile. He is not smiling at the mouth of the little bastard. He smiles and says: "It is not easy for you to grow so big."
Aliang took a moment to recover some of his heart and looked forward to Chen Pingan, Li Baobo, Li Wei, Lin Shouyi, and suddenly felt that this was not even a meeting of the rivers and lakes, it was a short gathering of some and the chickens and skins. not bad. This man who has tried his best to suppress the outflowing smile laughs: "Okay, it’s almost."
His majestic, like a waterfall, he couldn't completely cover up. The previous bamboo raft fight that was specially made for people was to suppress the surging arrogance.
In the world, there are not enough people to hate the growth of weapons and weapons.
Aliang is not like this.
On the other side of the Great Wall, he can be unscrupulous. There is a sword of swordsmanship that has been deposited for a long time, helping to suppress this fierce spirit.
After killing the big demon, I first engraved a word on the wall, and then passed the overhanging mountain to the world. After that, Aliang would have to wear a fight to "be down and be a man", so as not to be too dazzling. When the people outside the sky overlook the galaxy in the world, they catch their own movements at a glance. Aliang is not afraid of fighting, but is afraid of trouble.
Aliang has not been afraid of anything in this life.
In the world of the incomparable barbaric and desolate, the eighteen ancient demons of the majestic side, what Aliang likes most, is that one person travels far and wide, and goes deep into the hinterland, with eleven of them, killing each other face to face, The longest frame, played for two months, tens of thousands of miles across the east and west, playing the last sword on the Great Wall, had to send four big swords to join together, with Aliang to deal with six big demon .
Aliang Haomai smiled and said: "You four must remember that the freedom of every strong man should be bounded by the freedom of the weak! The real strong, his opponent is the invisible rule between heaven and earth, the secular power The powerful inertia is the iron law that everyone has old, sick, and dead. It is these invisible existences. There is never a strong person. Because of the power of trampling the weak, it is bound to be stronger and stronger.
Aliang stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself. "For example, I am Aliang. After playing the big bang, I have to go somewhere else and hit the strongest ones."
Li Bao bottle raised his fist and looked good, "Aliang, good!"
Li Wei cried a nose and a tear, and it was awkward.
Lin Shouyi's face is full of red, and the young man's life finally has the goal and direction to catch up.
Chen Pingan looked at Aliang, and when he left, he could not speak.
At the end of the year, Aliang’s sneakers, who were wearing a pair of jade shoes, blinked.
It’s not so young, my mind is so heavy, but it’s not good. Chen Pingan, you’re a young Lang Lang, come and give a grandfather to Alan.

Chen Pingan squeezed a smile.
"If you want to fight, you can play big, small fish and shrimp are not interesting. Go!"
In the big laughter, A Liang’s figure suddenly rose from the ground, and in the sky, there was a burst of thunderous thunder.
The thunder sounded once and there was a huge cloud of clouds at high altitude.
The entire red candle town slammed into a huge earthquake, raising a dust that covered the sky.
The gloomy looked at the top of the corridor and looked up at the strange scenes and muttered: "It is too strong, not reasonable."

Dagu Jingcheng.
A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow robes, under the lead of the two ancestral temples of the ceremonial ceremonies, came to the high platform of the Sacrifice Society, which was in the eyes of the East Baojuan Dynasty and belonged to the uncultivated north. Barbarians, rough and rude for ritual and music, this is actually not a big Song Song.
Under the high platform, stood a tall white robe man, who was rushed to Beijing from the Zhuzhu Dongtian, the king of the Song Dynasty.
Song Changjing and the squatting man who came face to face, faintly similar between the eyebrows.
If you don't like Song Changjing, you still bow down slightly and hold your fist: "Your Majesty."
After seeing Song Changjing, the middle-aged man smiled and reached for the other two shoulders. He said with relief: "Tenth is right, it is not bad. It is my younger brother. When I was in the eleventh place? I will give you firecrackers in person to celebrate the celebration. If you think that the scene is not big enough, I can make the fire and the firecrackers together. Well, I can secretly hoard the firecracker materials..."
Song Changjing looked at the squatting emperor of the gods, and he was helpless. He changed his name. "Imperial brother, can you do business? Busy things, let's talk again?"
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, it matters. The money can be earned."
He squatted down the king of Song Changjing, went to the high platform alone, picked up the stairs and suddenly turned his head and asked: "Would you like?"
Song Changjing did not have a good air: "I am impatient with the two geeks and old men, afraid to fight in a word."
The man laughed and continued to ascend, while turning his head and jokingly said: "Say it, little fight, I will definitely help you, really want to fight with them, I can't help you."
Song Changjing converges with a smile, and the right color asks: "Imperial brother, must this be so big this time? If I knew earlier, that person is not a wind-snow temple Wei Jin, but a very likely eleventh floor, Even the dangerous guy on the 12th floor, I will definitely stop you from making such a big battle."
The man has turned around and said indifferently: "I need to tell the entire Dongbao Pingzhou, under the thirteenth territory, you can kill."
(End of this chapter)