Chapter 200: The dead end of the dead

After the oriole stopped shoulders, Xie Shi put down the teacup, as if he had completely let go of his heart, he laughed and said: "This is the hospitality of the big bang?"
Cao Yuran, some awkward.
He wants to kill this thank-you, and then by the way, a Taoist priest behind Xie Shi is involved. When it comes to chaos, Chen’s sinful Chen’s, the sages here, and the Fengxue Temple, really Wushan two treasures of the Baojiazhou ancestral home, Daxie that I do not know the depths of the white jade building, the city's deep Daxie national teacher Cui Wei, and so on, Cao Yu can complete the agreement of the melamine Chen, successfully control their own That life is porcelain, and at the same time, marriage becomes a family. After that, I will find a chance to leave and leave. I will comfortably look at the fire across the bank. After the collapse of the sky, I will have a tall man, once and for all, and I will hide in Zhenhailou after the big deal.
However, Cao Yu did not want to be a forest bird.
After perceiving the appearance of the oriole, I saw the wisdom of the broad-mindedness. I had already given up the idea of ​​a sword. After hearing this sentence, I was unhappy and regained the hilt. The Mojia heroes who walked in Taoye Lane slowly walked over to the Xiejia old house and said, "Why do you want to be a big hospitality? I don’t need to say anything weaker. If it’s really irony, it’s not good for you. It will appear in the town, Xiaozhi is emotional, and Daxie is not bad. But you are thankful at the station table, the tone is not small, and you don’t put the big eyes in your eyes. With the support of your ancestors, you must continue to shake the prestige? OK, I am weak today, only with a weak identity, to a battle of life and death with you."
Xu weakly walked to the door of Xie's house and smiled and said: "Reassured, I am a child of Moh, a promise of gold, I am weak if it is today, only between you and me, but afterwards, if you are a big man, the Mohist is not Will find you any trouble with thank you."
Cui Wei, Cao Yu, Yan, Xu Wei, Wu Mingfu Wufu. The small dragon and tiger in the town, with these five people as their respect, constitutes an invisible big net that joins hands and enlightens. As far as reason is concerned, Xu is the most not the first person to shoot. I never thought that the last one is the Mohist Ranger who talks well with anyone. I want to take the lead in the sword, catch the fight, and teach a Taoist Heavenly King. Through the sky.
Xie actually frowned and looked at the door of the big house. Shen Sheng said: "We are weak, do you really want to shoot?"
Xu weakly patted the hilt and said with a smile: "I have never handed out a sword completely, and I have already had a time. I have raised two or three swords for this purpose. I am still okay, I believe that Xie Tianjun will not be disappointed."
Xie Shi is a day-to-day disaster. If it is a personal grievance, in He Luzhou, he really wants to let go of his hands, but this time across the continent, it is not so simple. It is possible to let him be thankful for doing these unpleasant things. This is a very telling question. As a landlord, how can he be forced to swallow his voice and go home south?
Cao Yu has some gloating.
Weak this person, is notoriously eaten soft and not hard, belongs to the world's best temper in the Ranger, the weak size of the ability, repaired to the depths, relying on high and low, because there are very few shots, so it has been a The mystery, but the mountains and the mountains, all believe in one thing, can live a long time, win the name of the great, then the more temperament of the practitioners, when the temper is not good, must be amazing.
At this time, an old voice, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounded to the old house of Xie, "I am weak, you should not compete with the old man, thank you, let it be handed over by the old man to practice the hand, just to celebrate the return of the old man to the martial arts If the opponent is not strong enough, I won’t be happy! If I feel that the old man is a bully, it’s okay to bully, it’s okay, the old man will follow you behind the scenes, and you will be beaten with a weak, general truth, personal grievances. , life and death conceited!"
The pink oriole that has been standing on the shoulders of Xie, has screamed and swayed.
Xie Shi listened to the ear and smiled. He smiled and said: "The old man said, I was not sincere enough to be sincere, not so strong to buy and sell! So the old man is rushing to Longquan County, and said Help yourself in the dynasty, abduct..."
Xie Shi said here according to the original words, the look was slightly stiff, thinking about being a sacred person, and quickly changed his mind: "Please come to Baojuan Road, the 'Jade Girl' He Xiaoliang, to avoid you. In the future, I will be in a sincere relationship with the gods and sects. So you have a place where Song’s real needs of the heart, only in Zhenwu Mountain."
Cao Yu thought about it and always felt that something was wrong. However, from the words of Xie Shi, there is no way to find fault.
Xie Shiwang looked in the direction of the gate of the big house and smiled and said: "If you want to fight, wait until this thing is done, I will definitely accompany you!"
Then he shifted his direction and faced the southwestern mountain. It was the location of the Luoshan Manchurian Building. "If you want to play against my grandfather, you must first play with me and thank you. If you think it is my thanks. I really look down on you..."
Xie Shi put up his fists, and after his hands were negative, he smiled sneerly: "That is when I am thankful and I am sorry!"
Xu weakly said the next sentence, "This is a matter, you must be accompanied."
On the side of Luoshan Mountain, the old man turned his head and smiled at Cui Wei. "How do I get a shot? When I change it, I can't stand it."
Cui Wei looks as usual, the thumb and forefinger are gently rubbing, it seems to weigh the pros and cons, slowly said: "No hurry. Originally talking about business, he thanked the sky for asking for price, I just want to borrow your martial arts and help the emperor Since the scenes have been made, I have retired a big step. I don’t have to tear my face with Xie, Oh, I have to thank the hills north of the Lake College for the future. This Tianjun lord, after I went out of the mountain, I still have to persuade Xu to be unaware of the situation for a while, a little headache, weak people like this, no desire, just what he identified, hehe, headache."
The old man standing barefoot in the corridor looked at Cui Wei’s side face and sighed. "Hey, you shouldn’t be like this."
Cui Wei pointed to the distance, and smiled and said: "I am Cui Wei, your grandson Cui Wei is in a big fight, not only a young boy, but also a childish juvenile mind, should follow your preferences."
Cui Wei was in a bad mood and suddenly said: "Come out!"
This angry drink, scared Tsing Yi children and girls in the pink dress to fight a spirit, Tsing Yi children are scared of two battles, how, in the belly secretly licking a few mothers will not work? Can this be heard? When the Confucian saints were so fascinating?
Fortunately, at the quiet path outside the bamboo building, a man who was as long as a jade, about thirty years old, was full of heroic, wearing a black shirt, and smashed a sturdy temperament like a slag. It is a bad character. He walked firmly outside the bamboo building and bowed his fist to the second floor: "Cui's last seat was dedicated to Sun Shujian, and he met with the Daxie National Teacher and met his ancestors!"
Cui Wei’s eyes are not happy.
That’s why the shackles have stopped you once, which is equivalent to saving your life. Do you dare to come here in the mountains?!

At that time, Cui Wei quietly left the station to see the old man. In fact, he had already noticed the man hiding in the dark. At that time, Cui Wei started to kill, but the monk first shot, blocking the middle of Cui Wei and the Cui family. Cui Wei did not want to make a living, and did not kill.
Sun Shujian's face was Shen Yi, and he kept his fists, but he looked up and looked at the Daxu Guoshi. "The Cui's ancestral home is specially responsible for staring at the ancestors. Every ten years, one person is stalking to prevent someone from harming the ancestors. Ten years is under. The ancestors left the South without permission, and it is also helping to deliver false espionage, lie that the ancestors are still stranded in the south."
Cui Wei smiled and said: "So you are asking me for a reward?"
Although the man shook his head, he could not hide his eyes and anger. Lang said: "Don't! I only hope that I can learn from my ancestors! Even if the talent is limited, I can only learn a little bit of chicken, and I have no regrets!"
The barefoot old man smiled and said: "I have been in this lonely age, occasionally awake, remembering a lot of guys like you, most of them are higher than you, but all are embroidered pillows, talking about talent and war Li, it’s really not as good as your wilderness. You don’t have to be arrogant. You can’t choose to voluntarily come to me and burn a cold stove that has been cold for a hundred years. It’s also your private plan of Sun Shujian, right?

Sun Shujian quite a bit of a real villain style, nodded and said: "It is indeed my heart, I hope to use the ancestors' favor, step into the sky!"
"Oh? ambitious, the big country teacher around me, maybe I will like you."
The old man pointed to Cui Wei around him, then pointed to himself, and finally pointed to the pure Wufu who was downstairs. "I am ungrateful. Since I still know that I am Cui's ancestor, I dare to do this. Your kid is really daring." Fat. You are not afraid that when I am awake, punch you into mud?"
Sun Shujian’s eyes are determined.
I only know that I will not fight, I will bet on a bet, I will regret it for a lifetime!

Cui Wei started to look at the younger generation for the first time.
interesting.
The old man’s eyes will have Cui Wei’s expression in his eyes, smile, and gently jump down the second floor. After standing still, the old man is behind the door of the closed bamboo building, and there is still a big medicine barrel lying inside. Miserable young, the old man stared at the end of the family with tight muscles. "I want to learn the boxing with the old man. I can’t do it. I dare not take the old man’s punch. I’ll take it, don’t say Jiu Jing, Eight is yours. Sun Shujian’s bag of things can’t be picked up, so there’s no second boxing.

The opportunity of Tianda is in front of him. Sun Shujian still has not lost his reason. He asked straight away: "Dare to ask the ancestors, is it the punch of the first few places?"
Cui Wei smiles on the second floor and is indeed qualified to make his own pieces.
The old man on the first floor laughed happily and cheerfully. "You are a six-state, the old man does not bully, only rewards you with five realms, how?"
The man stepped forward and stepped back, posing his own boxing, and his fists were like a stream of spring water, flowing through the body, and it was natural.
Obviously, above the martial arts, Sun Shujian, who is self-taught, not only has great perseverance, but also has quite a good understanding. With his wilderness, it is very likely that in order to reach the height of today, the six kingdoms Wufu, one state The master of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes has paid a lot of hard work from outsiders.
Sun Shujian is holding his breath, and there is a bit of demeanor between the vagueness. "I have the ancestors punch!"
Cui Wei suddenly did not come by a sigh.
The barefoot old man stepped out and punched.
A rude punch was hit on Sun Shujian’s forehead.
Sun Shujian, who had no time to stop the old man, flew out for more than a dozen feet in an instant, lying in a pool of blood, convulsions on his limbs, and there were blood rushing out of the seven scorpions. When he died, this young Wufu, who had a higher heart than the sky, looked into the sky with his eyes wide open. The eyes are full of doubts, unwillingness and resentment.
The girl in the pink dress covered her eyes and did not dare to look at this scene.
Tsing Yi’s child swallowed, oh, isn’t it a punch?
Cui Wei on the second floor asked: "Why?"
The old man turned and jumped back to the second floor. "This kind of person is not worthy of learning my boxing."
Since people are dead, although they are somewhat regrettable, it is hoped that the pure Wufu, which is even better than the eight-footed scorpion, is an important piece that cannot be underestimated, but Cui Wei quickly gave up this emotion and everyone is dead. I don’t think it’s worth it. Fortunately, it’s someone else’s site, and I don’t need him to take it.
Cui Wei curiously asked: "Why is killing him?"
The old man sat back on the bench. "Not for you, it is for the guy downstairs."
There is no way for a blessing, but a person calls himself.
Cui Wei looked down.
On the first floor of the bamboo building, standing with an ugly teenager, looking up at them.
But the teenager never spoke.
The atmosphere is very cold.
After a while, the old man did not get up and the teenager did not leave.
Cui Wei feels a little bored.
Even the man under the floor is another gentleman of his own.
However, Cui Wei is not interested in these things. If it is not someone who is likely to return to the world, since the soul is half-hearted and the body has been separated, then Cui Wei does not have any help for himself. I don't mind if I send this boy a few times, but I may have a lot of mistakes. This makes Cui Wei, who is used to controlling the whole situation, dislike it. As for the road of "Juvenile Cui Wei", will it be frustrated? Back to the peak, what is the rule of his country teacher Cui Wei?
After all, it is two people.
The old man sat on the bamboo chair and sneered: "Why, your kid is abandoning the old man and killing innocent people. Would you want to be fair to the old man who is not eye-catching?"
Chen Pingan walked to the side of the body and squatted down and found that it was dead.
Chen Pingan whispered: "I don't know why you came. I don't know why he killed you, so what I can do is to bury you. If you know your hometown in the future, try to help your roots fall back to the roots."
It is said to the dead, but also to the second floor to listen to, it is more like to say to yourself.
The old man suddenly screamed and screamed, his face was full of anger, horror, and the momentum was like a rainbow: "There are thousands of good people in the world. Just like me, the pure Wufu, there are only a handful of people in the world! How many monks in the world, Do you think that people who climb to the top will be divided into good and bad?! Chen Ping, do you learn to practice boxing with the old man, or learn to be a man?!"
Chen Pingan stood up and waved to let the Tsing Yi children come to help deal with the aftermath. Looking to the second floor, he said: "Just learn to punch!"
The old man stood up and laughed. "Good! When do you practice punching?"
Chen Pingan walked silently toward the bamboo building and climbed the stairs.
The old man turned and walked into the house. "There is nothing to call me."
"do not worry."
Cui Wei turned to the stairs and smashed the railroad: "No!"
The old man's footsteps paused slightly, and he quickly strode across the threshold, and the door closed.
Cui Wei stopped on the stairway. Chen Ping went halfway and saw that he did not give up the road. He stopped his body.
The old man of Confucianism is condescending, looking at the teenager, smiling: "In the past, within the days of the broken Zhuzhu Cave, you counted the most pitiful of Chen Ping, the number of thin, almost no, so can only wipe with all opportunities Passing by, it is a bait for others.
Now, without these mysterious prohibitions, there is even a point of nourishment. Then, when the sky drops such a big pie, it catches it, catches it, the hand is cut off, the leg is broken, and the mouth is beaten. If your teeth are broken, you have to fight for the last breath to fight for it.

Cui Wei went down and said: "These words are for the old guy to tell you. He never likes to talk well, what to say, is a kind of morality, but it is quite annoying. If it is me, I will not come to see you this time. Your life and death, now it is no longer important, you have to thank Qi Jingchun, my younger brother. Of course, if you are not satisfied with Chen Ping, Qi Jingchun will die. Oh."
Speaking of this, Cui Wei smiled and complicated. "I have to admit that my point is better than Yang Laotou, but it is worse than Qi Jingchun."
In the end, the two passed by and each side slightly let out the road.
At that time, Cui Wei stopped slightly and whispered: "Do you know the most dangerous moment of your life, which time is it?"
The teenager slowed down almost at the same time.
Cui Wei whispered: "It is the bunch of candied fruit that a ‘good-hearted person’ wants to give to you. If you take it at the time, everything is empty.

Chen Ping’s heart was shocked and unable to add.
Many past events have been on the lookout.
Guoshi Cui Wei continued to walk down. When he stepped out of the last step of the stairs, the figure dissipated and disappeared.
This day, practicing boxing, both tempering the body and forging the soul, compared to the torment of yesterday, can be said to be worse.
Regardless of how Chen Ping’s teeth support, it’s still a few times of fainting, but it’s been stunned by the old man’s life, three times and five times, it’s really life-like death.
When Tsing Yi’s child left Chen’s house, he almost thought it was the second time today to collect the body. It was a big jump. At that time, Chen’s breath was as fine as a gossamer, and the breath was weaker than the old man of the wind and candle.
As a result, Wei Wei had to go to the second floor to slam the threshold, reminding the old man that he could not pass.
The old man replied with a good door. "The old man taught who to practice boxing. There are still few people under the sun who are qualified to gesticulate!"
Wei Wei screamed at the underground building, but he was not at ease. He had to stare at the peaceful breathing of the medicine barrel to prevent accidents.
In the night, Chen Ping, who was languid, put on his clothes and walked out the door.
Tsing Yi children practiced on the cliffside, and the girls in the pink skirts moved to the bamboo chairs.
Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair, touched her head and smiled. "I am fine."
The girl in the pink skirt squeezed out a smile and learned how to be a child in Tsing Yi. "Of course, my grandfather is the best."
Chen Pingan made a face to her.
I finally gave the little girl amused.
After Chen Pingan, he sat quietly in his chair, his hands on his lap, and he was lazy and not deliberate.
but.
Now Chen Ping, there is finally a sharp edge that can't be said. Even if he doesn't talk, whether he is sitting and lying down, he can sneak in the fists of the rapid flood, and he can make the boxing experts feel guilty and feel Scare!
Girls in pink skirts will feel strange, especially in Tsing Yi children, so he will fight every day to practice.
The most difficult thing to do in this practice is that the old man’s tempering of Chen’s peace, no matter how fierce and cruel, has never changed the original mind of the juvenile. No matter whether it is the mountain or the mountain, a rule is applied. Regarding the evangelism, the teacher is above the master. The old man is undoubtedly the first martial artist. The Master is not necessarily the top master. For example, Li’s ancestors think that Zhuhe, a Wuwu Wufu, is a well-deserved master. But the old man who locks himself in the bamboo building every day, if it is not a martial artist, is that Strange things.
"There are still great scenery above the nine borders." Who can say this? For example, Zhu He even firmly believes that the mountainous environment of Jiujing is the end of martial arts and the end of the road.
The girl in the pink dress secretly asked: "Master, are you not too happy today?"
Chen Pingan asked: "Do you mean that the old predecessors violently killing people?"
The girls in the pink dress turned their heads and squinted at the second floor, fearing that they would cause trouble to the lord.
Chen Ping did not give a clear answer, but whispered: "When I visited the last time, I once met a wedding dress ghost in a place, like a scholar, I like it very much... I don't know how Said, but she killed a lot of innocent passers-by for this reason, I think she is wrong is wrong, and it is not a general small mistake, not the kind that can be made up. But what can I do? At that time, Aquarius Li Wei It’s all by my side, I can’t do things by sex, and I thought about it at the time, is it that I think it’s shallow and I’m not sure.

The girl in the pink dress curiously asked: "Master, what do you think now?"
Chen Ping’s hands clenched his fists and held them on his knees. His eyes were clear and he smiled.
That’s wrong. The next time I meet, I guess there is no way to make sense, but it’s okay, next time! Next time, there will always be Opportunity!"
The girl in the pink dress smiles.
Such a lord is not the same as the sullen lord before, but better.
Chen Pingan silently told himself in his heart.
Be alive first.

At night, there is a young Taoist who wears a lotus crown, pushes a wheelbarrow, and inserts a fortune-telling stall with a fortune-telling stall. He walks on the official road leading to Shuohuang County, and the wheels are crushed on the road. Oh, it’s banging.
It was the old Taoist who was in the town and who had been a fortune-telling for many years.
A oriole broke through the night, bursting out of the shackles, an emergency stop, standing on the shoulders of the young Taoist, and using the cockles to kiss the cheeks of the people.
The young Taoist smiled brightly, and made a hand, patted the small head of the oriole. "I know that I know it. Before it was hard, you want to take a piece of copper coins and help you to inspect the text. I can't help it, Qi Jingchun is playing so much, you see, in the end, we haven't figured out Qi Jingchun's backhand? Well, this loses, the path is still convinced. Who makes the teacher biased, obviously this is me. The apprentice is the worst in chess, and the worst fight with people. In the end, the unpleasant chore is all for me to do. This is not difficult."
The young Taoist is like a woman who is a broken-mouthed city. I blame this chanting, and there is no such thing as a fairy.
The cardinal suddenly licked the young lover's earlobe.
Young people seem to know the mind of the oriole, laughing, "Isn't the immortal being a person?"
The young Taoist eyes brightened, smirked, and learned that the monk's palm was erected on the chest. It was light and ridiculous, and it was funny. But if it was a big one, it would be a rebellious system.
Young Taoist people are not serious, whispering: "Buddhist Bodhisattva bless, let the small road back to the town, and make money, must be angry with the money. Well, I ask you back, still useful, and finally not I’m going to kill him with Qi Jingchun? So I’ll take care of the trail again this time. Once I’m alive, I’m friends!

Young Taoist people look up.
The town under the night is in his eyes.
No matter whether it is after the fall of the Zhuzhu Cave, it has lost the big support, or before the break, the law is completely banned. For the young Taoist, it is exactly the same, there is no difference.
The young Taoist stretched out a finger and tapped the quaint road crown, seemingly thinking about a headache.
A young Taoist named Lu Shen.
It is Qi Jingchun who, regardless of whether he left the 骊珠洞天, must die at the end.
It was only Qi Jingchun who unexpectedly chose to take a big step, and the young Taoist took a small step.