Chapter 236: There are mountain high mountain

The wilderness of the wilderness, the black wind and the night, is suitable for killing people and goods, but also suitable for demon slayers, to see if it is one foot high, or a high height.
Outside the ruined ancient temple of the Shushui country, there was a laughter and laughter from Yan Yanyan. Eventually, there was a sound of knocking on the door. The big man looked at Chen Ping’s eyes and squinted at Zhang Shanfeng. Going to greet guests? If I go to open the door, I am afraid of scaring the female goblin. When the time comes, the people will not talk about turning around and running, what should I do?"
The Taoist Zhang Shanfeng patted his chest. "The path is more handsome than Chen Ping's..."
Liu Chicheng was awakened by listening to the demon bell, stupid, and listening to the female fairy, immediately thought of the fox fairy in the fairy tales novel, daring, and quickly climbed from the ground, shouted: "I go to me, book The ancient spirits and monsters, the most like the weak scholars, this one, you are the best one, but I am the most suitable, but beforehand, I have a good goblin, let’s have something to say, if people are willing to At the moment of spring, don't stop, but if you run into a bad ghost that eats people, you can save me!"
Liu Chicheng ran up and ran to open the door, screaming at the wind, screaming at the sorrowful book, and then only feeling the scent of the wind, surrounded by two silver bell-like charming voices, and a satin sleeve towel After his face, silky and delicate, Liu Chicheng was a little intoxicated, and quickly closed the door, waited until the mountain wind stopped, turned and looked at it, saw three beautiful women, two of them smiled and rushed to the big man The fire of the three people, full of body, only the back, swaying Liu Chi sincerity swaying, and a younger young girl wearing a pale pink dress, embroidered shoes, standing in front of Liu Chicheng In the distance, the fingers slammed on the dress, compared to her two beautiful and unrestrained beauty sisters, falling in the eyes of Liu Chicheng, Xiaojiabiyu, especially moving.
The big man is sitting cross-legged and drinking, the two women dressed in "atmosphere", the chest side, revealing a large white flower flower scenery, the young priest with a thin face is blushing, Chen Ping is playing with the bonfire, going to the fire The dead branches are added to the heap, and the dead branches are burned, and the crisp sound of the cockroaches is constantly being emitted.
These two "chest-ridden" beauty, the autumn wave, quickly selected the pleasing object, one sitting next to the young Taoist, one fell by Chen Ping, the big man had already stretched out The arm, the result of the action is stuck on the side, stunned, and has to pay attention to drinking and concealing embarrassment.
The enchanting woman sitting next to Zhang Shanfeng, holding the neckline in one hand, seems to be out of restraint. In order to cover the spring, the force is pressed down slightly. The east side of the sunrise is raining in the west, and the clothes are more tight and tight. , ready to go. She licked the young Taoist priest with her shoulders, and asked me, "Oh, the path is long, and the wooden sword is still carrying, is it the legendary mahogany sword? Otherwise, the sword is unsheathed, is it long and short for the sister?"

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng’s ears are red and he dare not talk.
The woman who leans around Chen Ping’an, gave birth to a face of Zhang Guazi, and her eyebrows brought spring, and she stretched out her hands as delicate as spring onions. She said softly: "This son, slaves and sisters rushed to the night, mountainous night A big mountain wind, blowing a slave's little hands are cold and cold, do not believe the son you touch?"
Chen Ping pointed to the fire and smiled. "When the girl is cold, she will roast the fire and soon she will be warm."
The young girl in the pink dress embroidered shoes, did not join in the fun, alone on the side of the campfire, lowered her head and reached out, Liu Chicheng sat down beside her, and took the initiative to smile almost and said: "Little girl, you are a gentleman ?"
The girl nodded lightly, looked up, her eyelashes trembled, and she stopped talking.
Daxie Hanzi squinted girl's embroidered shoes edge, and then looked at the two charming women, smiled and said: "In addition to the little girl's feet with some dirt, why the two sisters have gone so far the mountain road, still dirty? It’s not going to be a ghostly monster born in the wilderness. Then we are going to suffer, so we only ask for two sisters, and give the brothers a happy, peony flowers and ghosts are also romantic, hey, I don’t know what my sisters are. How about?"
Liu Chicheng smiled and said: "The two sisters are born with such a national flavor. How could it be a ghost? It’s impossible to be born, it’s impossible, and it’s a step back. Even if it’s a ghost, it’s definitely a scent. Good ghost, let's talk about flowers to wine tonight, although it is a yin and yang, but it is a ghost, a peach, a spring, a glass of wine, that is a real thing, sisters, right? Don't drink alcohol, accidentally revealing the scary ghosts, it's not beautiful."
The two charming women smiled at each other, and they have been suffering from this evil for more than a hundred years. It’s really the first time to meet such a heartless guy. It’s the daring of the artisans, or the fledgling youngsters, who don’t know the mountains and rivers. Very fierce? One of them covered their mouths and smiled, and one simply laughed and laughed. The body leaned forward and leaned back, and Liu Chicheng, who was opposite the snowy white chest, swallowed.
The girl suddenly looked up, showing a pale face, screaming out: "You run! They are..."
The beauty of the opposite person covering his mouth was condensed, and a long sleeve hit him, hitting the girl’s forehead, hitting the girl and leaning back to the ground, and the eyebrows were red and swollen.
Liu Chicheng, who is next to the girl, was shocked.
Almost at the same time, Taoist Zhang Shanfeng put his fingers together and smashed his swords. The Taomu sword was smashed out in the air, and a curve was drawn in the air. He was directly nailed into the back of the woman. The woman was pierced by the mahogany sword and fell to the ground. There is no blood spattering picture, and the wooden sword that flows in the aura is like just a piece of bulging clothes.
The woman's face and body twist are distorted. Obviously, it is not a strange body that cultivates human form, but a ghostly flow without physical support. I saw the female ghost's whole body rolling in black smoke, constantly struggling, trying to escape from the vicinity of the campfire, but unable to escape from the tilt. The mahogany sword on the ground is like a beast that is caught by a chain.
The Taoist Zhang Shanfeng’s mouth is smashing, and the mahogany sword is fascinating, and the female ghost can no longer maintain the human form.
A patch of knives burst and burst up. It turned out that the big scorpion man swiftly slashed the knife. The long knives crossed the flames, like the immortal tempered soldiers, and there was a constant spread of fire, such as the fire dragon knives, and then gave Xu Yuanxia a knife. Under the slashing, the female ghost who was nailed to the soul by the mahogany sword smashed all the black smoke, and the black smoke met the weapon of the gods who had the ray of light all over the body, and immediately melted away, and the female ghost pierced the eardrum. The mourning rang through the ancient temple.
Xu Yuanxia turned to look at it, some shame.
Chen Pingzheng made a neck-shaped neck with one hand, and punched a fist in a hand, hitting a female ghost, and had already given him a black smoke to be scattered, almost no.
The same is that the female ghost has disappeared, and Chen Ping’s shot is silent, and the hot hand destroys the flower, but it is.
Liu Chicheng is not stupid, and she does not care about the pity and jade. The fart runs away from the girl who has fallen to the ground, bypassing the campfire and coming behind the three.
The girl struggled to sit up and burst into tears. "You run, we will come soon..."
The voice did not fall, listening to the demon bell began to shock, the door was blown away by a strong yin, a chilly mountain wind on the spot on the girl's back, the girl spit blood, the whole person was boasted petite body swept over the fire, flutter To the young Taoist and the big man, Xu Yuanxia quickly put away the long knife in his hand, so as not to hurt the innocent, but at this moment, the girl showed a smile, her hands flashed, and each of Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng’s chest counted. The figure rebounded a little, and the girl stood in the fire, using the embroidered shoes to gently slap the raging fire. Those hot charcoal fires and flames could not hurt her.
She no longer cares about the unmovable big man and the young Taoist, but just kicked the peach-wood sword and the embroidered shoes pointed to the peach-wood sword. There was a little black. She is condescending, looking to the only young man who has the power of a war, and smiles and laughs: "If you are willing to escape, I can let you go."
On the other side of the gate, the smog whistling, there were several men and women holding black scorpions and ghosts, looking at the girls in the temple, their eyes were hot and shouting: "The gods pass the world, long live!"
Chen Ping stood up and asked, "Are you a ghost?"
The girl’s appearance is
嬷嬷
, and the yin smiles:
The people are stunned, and the hearts of the people are in front of them. This shows that your heart is even more terrible. This fairy is in the country of the waters for two hundred years, with one hand. The dish, called the fried heart, must be filled with fresh heart and liver, and put a lot of spicy spices. Otherwise, the taste of the earthworm is too heavy, and people can't cut the chopsticks. However, there are exceptions. The old Taoist who passed by this place, the road is not weak, killing some of the clever gimmicks under the hands of this fairy, the Taoist was born with a good heart, a rare good taste, that is, do not know your four foreigners, good skills What is the taste of the heart and the liver? I think it should not be too bad, and the spirit of practicing the family is better than the ordinary people..."
Outside the ancient temple gate, there is a very clear old mandarin sound from afar, "should be a sword."
The girl’s face has changed dramatically.
On the other side of the gate, Jianguang is everywhere, and those who are on the side of the side are rolling and falling, and under those Jianguang, they are as weak as a living person. After being cut off their heads, there is no possibility of surviving.
Soon, a black man with a look of blackness strode across the door, hanging the scabbard around his waist, followed by a long-sworded sword, a bronze blade full of cracks, and no swordsmanship, but when the rust The streaked sword, quietly hovering over the side of the old man, still has a silent power.
Pure swordsmanship, abundant swordsmanship, and fierce swordsmanship.
In the mountains and rivers, there is often a mountain high.
The girl clearly knows the identity of the person, her hands are nailed like ten silver hooks, her back is bent, and she is staring at the old man in black. She is stunned: "Song Yuburn, you are a river and lake, do you want to comb with us?" Are you enemies? Believe it or not, we teamed up to level your Jianshui Villa?!"
The old man’s eyes were calm, and he looked at the infamous combing country’s magic road, and slowly said:
You don’t seem to be a sprinkler.