Chapter 51: Mirror flower water month (1)

Xu Pingsheng swung his sword and easily cut the neck of his eyes.
The flesh was torn and the head flew out. He grabbed the 缥bi hair band that was bloodied by the blood, and stepped on the back of the headless body. The other hand held a fish sword and a bloodline. It fell on the top of Tongtianzhu.
The Xu Pingsheng sword flower of the hand-held head is around, suffocating, and dozens of disciples dressed in Fenglingshan costumes surround him, and dare to approach.
His one-eyed scorpion was dyed with a horrible crow blue color, and a plain bamboo robes were already covered with diffuse rivers, and the large group of blood flowers bloomed on it.
"Call the nine lights... get out!" He whispered. "Give my brother back to me!"
His scorpion is like swallowing charcoal, and the snoring is no longer like human voice.
"Who is your brother?" A clear voice came from above. "Don't you say that you don't know your brother?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Pingsheng first revealed the uncomfortable expression of swallowing a needle. When he looked up and saw who the upper person was, his eyes burned with blazing fire.
He jumped up and stepped on the Tongtianzhu in a few steps. He walked steadily on the pillar with the relief of the Eight Immortals, and went straight to the nine lights with the waves.
The nine branches of the lamp hang on to Xu Pingsheng, and the thumb picks up the hilt of the sabre, so that a little cold hang hanging from the waist is drilled out.
The thin sword reflected Xu Pingsheng's eyes with bloodshot and killing.
However, before the nine scorpion swords were all squirted out, a magnificent sword was smashing in the air, smashing on the Tongtian column, splashing thousands of stars, and also cutting off Xu Pingsheng's way.
Upon seeing it, the Jiuzhi lamp released his fingers, and the sword blade re-slid into the scabbard. The twilight hair band that had been spurred by the killing was also softly draped on the straight and loose back.
Seeing the man who manipulated Jianguang, Xu Pingsheng smashed: "卅四! You fuck..."
The voice did not fall, and his abdomen jerked a boot.
He kicked him down the Tongtianzhu, and Xu Pingsheng's body fell to the ground without protection. He made a few cracks in the bluestone board.
The four-year-old sword is still inserted on the side of Tongtianzhu, buzzing, and the person of the sword is standing on it. He raises his eyebrows and raises his eyebrows. He greets the nine lights at the height: "Little son, it is good recently."

Jiuzhi Lan is not happy, cold ice and ice pointing to the disciples in the mountains: "Are you coming to say hello?"
卅 卅 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四 四Grab my dog ​​back."
"Is it? Why do you want to touch Fengling's Guardian Mountain?"
"It’s fun." He smiled sternly. "You don't know, I am curious. I heard that Fengling Shoushan has a large array of ancient laws, and relies on the road. There are thousands of changes. If you fall, you want to see and see."
The nine lights looked at the fourth, and the fourth did not fear, and looked back with a smile.
The fourth is the scorpion of the sacred brother, the sorcerer of the gods, and the only blood relatives of the world.
He grew up beside Mu's body, loved swordsmanship, and did not follow the dust rules, including three courts and five eyes, Yuli long body, and even the crow-blue color of the twilight.
However, what he and Jurassic did not like most was that he was not interested in bloodthirsty.
It is precisely because of this that he is qualified to be regarded as a friend by Xu Xingzhi of the year, because he was very close to him, and Xu Xingzhi also played.
"The next is not an example." Jiuzhi's eyebrows are micro-locked. "I have called the disciples to close the mountain, and I will arbitrarily smash it again. If I can't get the whole body, don't blame me for not reminding you."
On Thursday, I was extremely sorry to say "ah", using a hollow scabbard to lick a hair: "It’s really boring. I said how I just broke the outer seal and the array stopped."
Jiuzhi Lan is not going to pick him up: "Your dog is disturbed by the winds and madness, and I am still killing my disciples. How do you count this?"
On the fourth day, he looked down at Xu Pingsheng's direction. When he jumped down, he pulled out the sword and gently landed it, just falling next to Xu Pingsheng.
He showed his usual contempt smile: "...bearing forbearance."
Not waiting for Xu Pingsheng to respond, he was the sword, fell from his neck, and fell to his head, splashing a spot of blood.
The original disciples were worried about Xu Pingsheng, worried that he would wake up at any time, and the disciples were retreating. No one could think of it.
Xu Pingsheng’s eyes still slid round, and the crow cyan and black ones sneaked into the sky.
His white-haired Ufa was lifted up by the rubbish, and he swayed at the high nine lights: "Hey, hey. Can you get mad?"
The thick smell rolled up and rolled upwards. The nine lights didn't change, calmly said: "I want a dead man's head for use."
He squatted on the ground and smiled and looked up at him: "Is this not for you? When you first returned to the magic road, you found me, told me that you are tempted, let me tease you, so please don't Everything is in my heart. I promised that he would do it....how, can you be mad?"
Referring to that person, the dawn of the Jiuzhi lamp softened into a wave of mirror lakes.
... brother.
But this kind of warmth only flowed for a moment, and it was covered with a layer of frost ice.
The nine lights reached out: "...put his body to me."
"That can't be done." Yan said with a slap in the air. "I also promised to do it. The people he valued, I have to protect him."
"Then you can pick the wrong person." Nine lights sneered. "This person is the most unworthy of the brothers."
After four squats, I immediately used a very open-minded tone: "If you pick the wrong one, you will pick the wrong one. If you have been raising it for so many years, even cats and dogs can raise some feelings."
Nine lights look at the four.
After a long period of time, he still looks like this. He laughs and has no heart, as if he is big and big, there is nothing worth worrying about.
Jiuzhi Lan remembers clearly. He returned to the Great Altar for the first time in the same year. After a few days of illness, he knocked on his door.
Jiuzhi Lan is not going to open the door. He can't hear it. He only quietly refers to the genealogy of the Magic Road in recent years, forcibly remembering the names that have never been met before.
After a while, the window of his temple door was suddenly opened, and the face of this smile with such a smile that did not care about it suddenly appeared there.
He opened the door and said, "The little son is good. By the age, I can barely be your cousin."
The Jiuzhi lamp was not interested in him, but he still got up and worshipped according to the etiquette: "Cousin. I am deaf, I can't hear the knock on the door."
Such a soft nail, I don’t mind if I don’t mind, I smiled and said:
You have never seen me before. When you were born and sent away, I happened to be practicing in a closed house and learning about Xuan Dao. But I miss you. I must have heard my name.... My name is 卅四."
Jiuzhi Deng was searching for the names of several cousins ​​in his mind. Hearing the name, he stunned: "...is you?"
卅 扶 support the raised window sill, smiled and said: "I told him to come. He promised me, as long as I go back to the altar every two days to see you once, accompany you to say the last half of the hour, next month he Just squatting out of the demon, every day, I am more than a sword."
It seems that the "sword than the sword" is a great good thing for him. When he mentioned these two words, he was happy to show his little teeth: "...he said that time is not long and short, as you decide. If I come More, you can't bother me."
I heard the word "walking" from the side of the population. The nine lights were indifferent, but the voice was excited and shook slightly: "...senior brother..."
If it weren't for him, the time when the Jiuzhi lamp returned to the Great Altar of the Magic Road would be difficult to countless times.
Now, watching this unrelenting face, and the head of Xu Pingsheng who was put in his hand, the nine lights sighed: "...no next time. If he doesn't ask for it again..."
Yan Si smiled: "No, no, no.... Yes, what happened now?"
Now listen to him mentioning "going", the nine lights are slightly relaxed and the face is tight and tight, full of vigilance: "... Are you really just catching the dog? Or do you want to take the brother away?"
The fourth is to admit that it is refreshing: "He is my old friend. If you haven't seen it for 13 years, you want to have a look. This is not human nature."
Nine lights refused ruthlessly: "No. The brothers don't see anyone."
On the fourth floor, I whistled: "I really don't talk about feelings."
"Take him away quickly." The Jiuzhi lamp turned back slightly with irritability. "If you ask me to see him again, he will never be so easily affected by the flesh and blood."
On the fourth day, Xu Pingsheng’s headless body was down the mountain.
His bamboo robes were completely soaked in blood, and the body was still twitching, like a string that was about to break, and leaping vigorously against the arrival of the final fate.
He took his head and carried his wreck, and walked all the way to the abandoned grass hall in Fengling Mountain.
Yan Si knows that this cottage was previously repaired by Xu Xing.
He also asked him why he had to repair such a thing for a whim. Xu Xingzhi said that someone was going to live, but now the man can't come.
I am curious, since that person can't live, you still repair it.
Xu Xingzhi said that it is a wish to build a cottage without any trouble and no trouble.
At that time, he laughed at him on the fourth day. Xu Xingzhi, you have such a Zen heart, why not practice Buddha.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, this stormy grass-breaking church really came in handy.
The four people sighed to the dark corner of the moss, and sighed "Heavily dead," and then found a needle from his arms.
That is the needle thread, fine needle, cotton thread used by women. Such a small tool does not match the hand of a pair of swords, but the needle thread falls in the hands of the four, but it is light and familiar.
After a while, Xu Pingsheng's neck returned to his body... by a circle of dense stitches.
When Xu Pingsheng’s head returned to the body, he reached out and stroked his stiff eyeball, and felt that the ball began to soften and turn left and right before he pulled his hand away.
Xu Pingsheng sat up and raised his hand to stroke the stitches between the necks. He looked at the four eyes with confusion.
It’s a step on the fourth floor:
What happened, how did you get sick again?

Xu Pingsheng’s slight gimmicks did not seem to explain what the four were saying.
卅 恨 恨 铁 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不What time do you plan to cut down? Ah?"
He glanced at Xu Pingsheng's legs and grabbed it with no light and heavy weight: "If this thing is gone, then it will be lively."
Xu Pingsheng finally reacted: "...take it away."
Probably the time between the neck and the head is a little long. The voice of Xu Pingsheng is very hoarse, and the throat is like a hot iron.
After finishing Xu Pingsheng, Yu Si was in a good mood. He pulled his hand back and looked at the suture on Xu Ping’s neck. He said with satisfaction:
If you can do it right, you can get the epee. You have to get the needle thread. As many times as you can practice, it’s true that Jian Road is more meticulous."
Hearing the word "walking", Xu Pingsheng seems to have touched, slowly closing his legs and trying to get up.
He took a hand that held him on the floor: "Why go?"
Xu Pingsheng: "Oh, my brother."
卅 卅 巴 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍 拍
Xu Pingsheng was bloodshot in his eyes and said: "He is your younger brother. You, ask him, he will let you see."
卅 撇 Immediately clear the relationship: "... table, table. What is a table three thousand miles, you do not understand."
Xu Pingsheng stared at him, his left eye was green, his right eye was black, and there was a bright and dark twilight in the dim light of the grass, like an angry cat: "He wants to return it to me."

You are helpless: "Don't think about it. Go to sleep, just forget to sleep when you sleep."
Xu Pingsheng stubbornly: "I am going to be there. Not good. He will harm...do it."
I was a little anxious: "Do you know how many people outside want to take the life of Xu Xingzhi? Let him come out, it is better to follow the nine lights."
"No." Xu Pingsheng repeated, "No. Brother, mine. Mother said, take care of him..."
Fourth, improve your voice: "obey!"
Xu Pingsheng said dumbly: "I took him when I was young. I called him, rolled away; he called me, brother. I have to bring him back."
"I haven't seen a corpse like you, and I don't listen to it at all." Hey, seeing it, it didn't work, and he was in a hurry to his head. "I shouldn't have brought you back from the mountains." ""
Xu Pingsheng got rid of his memories: "... don't take care of you."
"If you are not surnamed Xu, I will do what you do." He said, "Follow me, if you dare to sneak again, I will interrupt your leg... forget it, you will not interrupt it." It hurts."

Where to go?
Xu Pingsheng thought hard,
...Go to Yuanshimei?

On the fourth day, he knew that his waking spirit had passed, and he began to get confused. If he got a big sigh, he glared at him: "Hmm, ah, Yuanshimei Yuanshimei."
Xu Pingsheng frowned and looked around: "Where are we now?"
The fourth letter is nonsense: "A barren mountain."
Xu Pingsheng: "Why come here?"
On the fourth day, I looked at Xu Pingsheng’s face:
Ghosts know why they are coming here.

Xu Pingsheng helped the wall and wanted to get up. When he looked down, he saw his blood. He didn’t feel embarrassed, but he didn’t bother to explain it. He pulled his smudged robe and threw his face into Xu Ping’s face. On the way, go straight: "Don't ask anything, take off the dirty clothes, and wear the clothes."
Yan's robe was also swaying around the blood from Xu Pingsheng's neck. Fortunately, his robe was thick, and the reverse was black. If you wear it, you can't see anything unusual.
Xu Pingsheng faced the fourth, obediently removed the clothes, and the layers of clothes fell down on the slender legs, but he was not ashamed.
He was on the ground and looked up at Xu Pingsheng.
Xu Pingsheng's shoulders, waist, thigh roots and knees all have a circle of tight stitching marks, such as the squatting doll that was smashed by five horses and stitched together.
Wrapped in clothes, Xu Pingsheng said: "Go."
As soon as the voice fell, he planted it and slammed it down to the ground.
On the fourth day, he discovered that his left calf was folded to the side with a small normal shape. When he stood up, he also relied on his right leg.
... It was probably injured when I fell from the Tongtian column. However, Xu Pingsheng had already lost his pain and knew nothing about it.
Really trouble.
Think four times.
Seeing that Xu Pingsheng was going to get up, he was squatting on his shoulders, and he was on his shoulders: "Don't move, Mom will fall again, throwing his head off, and you have to sew it again." Not enough trouble."
Xu Pingsheng is very upset: "Let me down."
He did not pay attention to him, and took him out of the temple: "Everyone said that when they wake up, they always listen to the master's words, so that they don't dare to go west. You are good, and the net is grinning with me."
The so-called corpse is a slave made from the body of a dead person. The corpse has its own mind and consciousness. However, unlike before, the love is indifferent, black and white is reversed, light and dark are difficult to distinguish, and hot and cold are inverted.
However, Xu Pingsheng, who returned to his side 13 years ago, is exactly half a waking body, such as being discarded after unsuccessful refining.
He sometimes has normal cognition, and sometimes chaos. Once he wakes up, he will travel to Fengling Mountain not far away, and he will ask his brother Xu Xingzhi.
However, when he wakes up, he will forget the past, but only occasionally read a few familiar names.
Worst of all, he doesn't like the usual wake-up, even if he recognizes the fourth master, he will only obey his instructions when he is in a good mood.
In the end, it is necessary for the master of the fourth day to take Xu Pingsheng down the mountain.
Xu Pingsheng was very sleepy and fell asleep on his shoulders.
In his sleep, he still dreams of vaguely: "Brother..."
I sighed and looked back at Fengling Mountain, which had already been immersed in the twilight: "...If you care so much, why bother?"
Now, all four things and the magic road are mastered by Jiuzhi Deng. In the past, they were idle people. They never intervened in the magical house, and now they are even more unable to blame the nine lamps.
What he can do is to take Xu Pingsheng away from Fengling, the farther the better.
As for Xu Pingsheng's next memory recovery, will he run again to Fengling to make trouble...
talk later.
After Xu Pingsheng left, the Jiuzhi lamp did not use the spiritual power, but slowly walked back to the Qingzhu Temple from Tongtianzhu.
Everything on this road is like the old days.
After he left, Fengling Mountain suffered a thunder, and several hundred years old pine trees in front of the Qingzhu Temple were smashed and scolded.
After Qing Jingjun commanded, Xu Xingzhi commanded, the disciples planted a few young oaks.
After the Jiuzhi lamp entered the main Fengling Mountain, he instructed to shovel the oaks. From a thousand miles away, he searched several pine trees similar in shape to his memory and transplanted them to the front of the temple.
- The tree is still there, but the people are beyond recognition.
From Tongtianzhu to Qingzhu Temple, a total of seven hundred and sixty-eight steps, nine lights steadily completed the journey, pushed open the temple door, and separated everything from the heavy threshold.
... dead.
No matter whether someone shouted to kill the earthquake outside the temple, or someone mourned in the temple, the people outside the door did not know each other.
The Jiuzhi lamp sat in the main position of the temple. After a moment of indulgence, he reached out and held the shallow mouth of the cinnabar. The fingertips were intriguing, and the front of the road was a high-speed moving object.
When he opened his eyes again, he had left the Qingzhu Temple and was in a lively street.
The hustle and bustle of the ochre has come to this market, but the night life has just begun.
Next to him is a street vendor selling clear yellow soap cakes. The whole street rises from this point and extends the infinite excitement and brilliance. The lantern lit up. The earthy smell of the earth is mixed with a sweet heart. The teahouses along the road are boiled with tea, and the tea is slowly rolled out along the window, blending in with the secular aroma of the street.
It seems that it is going to rain, and a wet hurricane has been rolled up on the ground. The hawkers have sensitively identified the signal of the rain and have raised the canopy.
Dressed in a clean white shirt, the nine branches of the lamp fluttering on the gray rushing street, it is particularly beautiful, but the hawkers regard him as nothing, screaming and selling, swearing guests, saying that each other is laughing and screaming. The girl who passed by roared.
Nine lights went straight to a brick-and-mortar house facing the street.
The tiling room was filled with warm candlelight, and the worms slammed into the clear light paper, leaving a black stain.
When the nine lamps passed through the small courtyard where the grape vines were planted, and the door was crossed across the wooden threshold, a smell of wind and rain was brought into the room.
The house was cleaned up very cleanly, with one table and three chairs, and a few bright windows. The wall in the center of the main house was lined with the four-character plaque of "Jinghui Zhongrui". The ink dripping, the pen was smooth, and its arrogance was pleasing. It is from the hands of a smug young man.
The man who was posing the tableware heard the sound and looked back. He smiled and said: "Indus, is it back?"
Jiuzhi lamp nodded shallowly: "Yeah."
Standing in front of the door is not the nine lamps that are squatting in white, but a girl with a warm smile. The clouds are neatly combed, and the goose-yellow clothes are rolled up by the wind outside the door. Get a first-bred chest and a slender waist.
Xu Sanqiu smiled and said: "Come and wash your hands. Wait a moment, your brother has not returned yet."
Jiuzhi Deng heard himself saying, "Okay."
He took a step forward and put the clouds on his side back to reveal a pale pink ear.
In a blink of an eye, he fell into the darkness.
Blue brick buildings, canopies, lanterns, stalls, and teahouses disappeared.
Back to his busy father, the hawker who said Huang Duzi, the girl who was annoyed, the child who brewed tea, all turned into a phantom, coming from all directions, belonging to the nine lights.
Not a moment, the street became a land that was not born in the grass. Only the electric light and snow opened the false curtains of the sky, revealing a real and terrible face.
The Jiuzhi lamp stands on the bare wilderness and has recovered its original appearance. It is like a snow, but in such an empty place, his crane-like posture is like a beautiful illusion.
All the worldly sounds remained in his ears, and the sound echoed. He opened his eyes and turned his blood red eyes slightly.
He stretched his hands forward as if to grasp what was about to disappear.
Brother, come back soon.
This is the world you want, the world I want.
Only me and you two, everything you have is me, your bed, desk, house, your friends, family, love, only me.
Is this not enough? Isn't this what the brothers have always wanted?
Jiuzhi lamp vomited a deep breath, grabbed an empty hand and hanged back to the side.
On time, countless phantoms split from him, the lights were once again brilliant, the voices were once again boiling, and the smog of the world wiped out the horrible feeling of lightning and thunder.
The nine lights turned and slowly walked to the room filled with the smell of Xu Xing.
Xu Xingzhi became attached to Taoism since he was 12 years old. He burned incense and sprinkled it every day. Therefore, he had a very good aroma of agarwood. This smell infiltrated into his bones. Even if he changed his body, he was still clear.
The nine lights looked at the room, as if I saw Xu Xingzhi and myself sitting there a few months ago.
The young man holds the pen in his left hand and splashes his ink, while the girl is close to his right arm, and the light is flowing.
The young man smiled and pulled her hair: "What do you smell? Puppy."
The girl said warmly: "Brother, I like the taste of you."
The young man laughed: "I have a taste from me when I was young..." He pulled the clothes on his shoulder and sniffed a few times. "How can I not smell it?"
The girl stopped talking and only looked at him laughing.
The young man is also happy to touch her hair with the right hand made of yellow pear flowers.
Go back to this time.
The Jiuzhi lamp sat on the bed that Xu Xingzhi used to sleep, and slowly stroked the elegant carving of the bed with his fingertips.
He muttered to himself: "...Senior brother, we obviously live here very well, why do you want to write such things?"
With the whisper whispering, his fingers spread the power and squeezed out the mottled fine lines: "Why do you still think of Meng Zhongguang?... Is Meng Zhongguang so difficult to give up?"
He breathed hard, trying to calm the anger that rolled in his chest.
Outside the room came the call of "Father": "Indus, come out to eat."
After the shackles, the girl with the warm yellow goose appeared in the door of Xu Xing's room. She smiled with a negative hand and bent her eyebrows: "...come."
...It doesn't matter, brother, small lights keep the world for you. As long as you come back, I don't count anything.
We continue to live as before, I am your sister, and you can be your lover in the future.
Brother, come back soon.
Surrounded by towers in the wild.
The disciples once again ignited a pile of fire on the ash nest burned out yesterday, and they warmed up. Wen Xuechen was sitting far away from them, playing alone with the jade bell.
Some disciples approached him, first and respectfully, and then said: "Well, brother, come and take a fire. It's too cold and cold."
Wen Xuechen casually responded with a mouthful, and the bell was still flipping on his fingertips, swirling around in a circle, giving a crisp and clanging sound.
This disciple does not simply ask if he needs to warm up.
He cautiously said: "Well, brother, how long will we wait here?"
"Can't wait?" Wen Xuechen held the bell in his palm.
The disciple who was poked in his mind looked back and looked at other disciples who looked at him with all his eyes. He said, "Everyone has been waiting here for twenty days, and they have never seen Meng Congguang’s traces... ...I think... We think, is it better to go back first."
"Very good." Wen Xuechen raised his head and looked like snow. "After returning to the world, are you going to return to the Jiuzhi lamp?"
The disciple thought about it and his face changed slightly.
"Let's tell him that even if you don't even find out where Xu Xingzhi's whereabouts, you can't wait to return to the world." Wen Xuechen said leisurely. "You guess he heard you reply like this, how would you deal with you?"
"But we are not here at this place." The disciple was holding me, "... If Meng Zhongguang, they are no longer coming back?"
"What do you want?" Wen Xuechen was tired of asking questions like this. "We want to ignore the things north and south, choose a road to chase after? You are willing to do such a headless fly, I don't want to. Besides, Meng Zhongguang It’s natural to choose to stay here. The only threat to Fengshan in the vicinity has recently been hit hard by Meng Zhongguang, and it’s not easy to commit crimes within a year and a half. We stay here, the safest.

He sighed twice: "In the meantime, there are quite a lot of things in the wild, and there are many things like singularity. If you go all the way, I can save my life. But your life is safe, I can't guarantee it."

Although Wen Xuechen was sitting in a wheelchair and was in a low position, the pressure on him was extremely strong. The disciple was stabbed by Wen Xuechen and he was stunned. "Well... yes."
The disciple had a blank face and left in a hurry.
Wen Xuechen leaned back on the back of the wheelchair and rubbed his own slightly feverish eyebrows.
Such a long line of words is a great loss to his spirit.
But he is still whispering to himself: "...and, do you think we can go out?"
Said, his pale lips taunted to one side.
Before coming in, the Jiuzhi lamp did not tell him when he would open the wild door for him. At that time, Wen Xuechen had a premonition about what he was going to face.
... Jiuzhi Lan just wants to retaliate against him for stealing the wild key and privately investing Xu Xingzhi in the wild.
However, if you do not do this, let Xu Xingzhi continue to write down the words, which will inevitably cause great trouble.
Jiuzhi Deng knows how serious the consequences are, but because there is a woman who is indecisive, then he will help him make a decision, let Xu Xingzhi kill Meng Zhongguang without knowing it.
This double-edged sword can not only make the big trouble of Meng Mengguang, but also return to the world, Xu Kezhi's return to the world, according to his soft heart, and will not continue to write down the words.
Who wants Xu Xingzhi to go with Meng Zhongguang like this.
I don't know if he has restored his past memories or plans to do so.
... Xu Xingzhi has been like this for a long time ago. His behavioral thoughts are elusive. A little carelessness can give people an unexpected.
If it is not the case, Wen Xuechen will never put the treasure on him.
Wen Xuechen smacked his nose and pains, and felt that his body and mind were exhausted. Only the Jasper bell in his palm was warm enough to soak his heart and feel a lot more comfortable.
The suffocating snoring of the Lord of the Mountain was faintly transmitted from the tower, blending with the wild and half-stunned sky, and blending a strange and desolate taste.
... the tiger fleas.
Although Meng Zhongguang said that he would wipe himself out every day, Xu Xingzhi still felt that he did not bathe for a long time, and his body was very uncomfortable.
When Zhou Wang came to visit him, he mentioned that there was a natural hot spring on the south side of the tiger flea. She tried it with Yuan Ruzhen, and the water temperature was hot, which was very pleasant.
She smacked Xu Xingzhi: "Xu brother, you will get better soon, we will go to the key pieces again. I can't wait to get out of the wild."
In this way, her eyes are already twinkling: "I want to see what the market looks like in the world. The godmother always tells me what it looks like, and I want to try it." What is the taste of the soap cake of the world?"
The look of Zhou Wang’s smile is extremely similar to the Zhou Xian in the original memory.
Such a smile, if it is fixed by the portrait, is a bit unremarkable, but as soon as it moves, it is alive and fragrant, and people can't help but laugh with her.
"Good." Xu Xingzhi's heart was soft, and he unconsciously made a promise. "When you go out, Master Xu will take you to eat soap cake."
He wanted to continue to say that his family went out and turned right. There was a soapy cake that was extremely authentic, soft and sweet, but when it came to the mouth, it could only be swallowed.
Thinking of his hometown where he did not know, his heart was sinking.
But regardless of the prospects, the bath still needs to be washed.
Xu Xingzhi's grass was covered with a robe, and he wore a blouse and swayed to the hot spring that Zhou Wang told him.
Whoever thinks that he is not close to the pool, he has heard the voice of Lu Yujiu: "I don't want to wipe my back! You are farther away from me!"
Zhou Beinan’s voice is higher than Lu Yujiu:
I’m so easy to serve a person! What do you have to be content with? Don’t be honest with me.

After a struggle to pull the struggle, followed by a "sound" sound.
Zhou Beinan stunned a bit, and then burst into a wild laugh.
Qu Chi’s nervous voice followed:
Xiaolu, are you okay?

He pulled another person around him and pointed to the place where the sound of the water came: "Tao leisure, he fell into the water."
Tao Xian can't laugh and cry: "Qu brother, nothing."
"How is it okay?" Zhou Beinan was in a misty pool. "He has short legs and a fierce plunged into the cup and can't be drowned."
Qu Chi suddenly became more nervous, and he pulled the water to see Lu Yujiu's situation.
Listening to the group's gag, Xu Xingzhi unconsciously revealed a smile, and walked a few steps toward the north and south back.
Lu Yujiu furiously got up from the water, wetly picked up the wooden bucket used to pour water, took a bucket of water, and slammed into the north and south of Zhou.
Zhou Beinan suddenly jumped away from it.
Therefore, when Xu Xingzhi looked up, the water had already poured into his eyes.
... He was poured thoroughly from start to finish.
The bucket in the hand of Lu Yuji fell to the surface with a bang, and drifted away in a blink of an eye: "Xu... Xu brother... Xu..."
Zhou Beinan’s return to God’s happiness is not good:
Ha ha ha ha ha. Xu Xingzhi, you can’t do it, can’t you hide?

Xu Xingzhi wiped the wet hair backwards, and simply wiped the water drops on his cheeks. He was not annoyed: "Happiness! This can't be done without washing. Is there my place?"
Zhou Beinan blasted him: "No, it’s rolling."
His voice just fell, and there was a footstep in the back.
Xu Xingzhi had some water in his eyes, and it was difficult to identify people by foot. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes to see a clear one.
Meng Chongguang, who followed, saw this situation, his eyes suddenly tightened.
Xu Xingzhi’s body was wrapped in wet clothes, and the flexible muscle lines were all right. The fingers swept the wet clouds back, revealing a handsome and full forehead, and a drop of water on the feather eyelashes. Non-drip.
After seeing who the person is, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "You smelled it."
Meng Chongguang quickly picked up the hunting eyes and slowly walked to the front of Xu Xing. He said with a soft and soft nasal voice: "...I went to give the brothers a meal, and the brothers were not in the room. I was really worried. I just chased it..."
His voice with pity and grievance almost instantly ignited the heart of Xu Xingzhi.
He was embarrassed to say: "Sorry. I should tell you before I came."
Meng Zhongguang no longer asks, but his gaze is already waiting for Xu Xingzhi's clothes.
He looked at Xu Xingzhi intently, and asked the four people in the pool in a very light and soft tone: "Are you all washed?"
Lu Yujiu, Zhou Beinan’s unison, followed by a