Chapter 147: Please break

/p> This cliff is engraved with the top of the Emperor Shen Xiaolong. At this time, there are three people standing there, and the woman who is fascinated by the sword, I don’t know where I am, only I can’t see the sound.
Among them, Cui Minghuang, the youngest of the Guanhu Academy, has the most headache. In other places, he should be a fairy of the first class, and he will be the guest of honor. The words of the aunt can hear the ears. It is a pity that tonight here, Cui Minghuang has become the most inconspicuous cockroach ant, and may even be even worse than ants.
This kind of bad feeling makes Cui Minghuang, who is used to being high, full of anger, and has to meditate on Confucian classics and suppress distracting thoughts.
He glanced at the old man who had returned to the world from the Stars and Rivers in the sky. The old man’s disguised identity on the table was Huang Tingguo’s former assistant, and the fact was a daunting old man.
At this time, the old man is much calmer than Cui Minghuang. He has a must-have and looks at the sword-filled cage with great interest. He is self-speaking and singular.
Cui Minghuang’s trip was quietly southward, and he wanted to come and talk with the old man to discuss the secret. The Daxie National Teacher wanted the old man who was temporarily transformed into a former Huangting national minister, to be built in the Phiyun Mountain. The first school of the new academy, and his Cui Minghuang will still be the former deputy mountain master, plus a prestigious Daxu literary lord, the three jointly hold the new college that fills the vacancy of the cliff college. I believe that with the ambition and courage of the Emperor of Daxie, the newly-renamed Pi Yunshan New College will be more grand and literate than Qi Jingchun’s Cliff College.
As for the position of the new Shuyuan Mountain that originally promised to Guanhu Academy, it is said that the Emperor of Dagu has private compensation.
Before receiving the Cui Wei secret letter from the National Teacher, Cui Minghuang did not know that Xiao Huangting, a small pond, still hides such a big scorpion, with the unique tough body of the dragon, the natural mastery of the water magic, even if it is ten The situation is repaired, and the combat power is absolutely not lost.
In the secret letter of Cui Wei of the National Teacher, it was revealed that since the battle of the dragon and the dragon, the ancient dragons, known as the dragons, are known as the ancient Shu Kingdom, the rivers and rivers, the blood flow is thousands of miles, and the residual limbs of the dragons are everywhere. Broken, terrible.
Then in the long rivers of the long years, this old-aged old man was very concealed and has always been illusory. When he was the minister, he was a pawn, and the generals of the military, it was a world of vicissitudes.
The old man is not interested in the prosperity. There are very few children. The whole landscape around Huangting is only a woman and two sons. Among them, the young child is the cold water of Dashuifu, while the eldest daughter is the Qiuhui Inn Liu Jiahui. The founder of the government is only her true identity. She has always been secretive, even if she is the first generation of Ziyang’s rumored disciple, there are very few people who know this. Now with the death of the Ziyangfu ancestors, the truth Already annihilated. As for the eldest son of Laojiao, the temperament is pure, different from the scorpion, and since childhood, he likes to travel around the world. Now, there is no news, and it is hard to say in Baobozhou.
The old-fashioned old man with his baggage, just from the waterfront with the Taoist home, has come to the top of the mountain. He didn’t think that he would be blocked. The key is that the trouble is not too small, which makes the old man more and more frowning. Because the Jianqi City Wall that has been rushing to the sky has blocked the air and gas, even the elderly can not sense the outside.
The old man licked his chin. "I drop a slap, and now the wandering outside is so powerful?"
The old man sighed, raised his arm, and screamed at the void, whispering: "Definite."
The heavens and the earth are silent all the time, no more rivers and humming sounds, and there is no smashing sound of the mountain wind hitting the sword wall.
Within this Shilishan River, time is no longer passed.
Confucian holy weather, mighty.
From the fear of becoming a ecstasy, Cui Minghuang began to recite the teachings of the saints in his heart, thereby increasing his own arrogance.
This is a rare encounter for a Confucian gentleman who is determined to be sanctified.
At this moment, even the well-informed old man was shocked. The subconscious stepped back a few steps and opened the distance with the old-fashioned old show. Even if this distance did not help at all, the old man did it, in order to reveal A humble attitude.
In the ancient times, before the dragon, when the old man was still young, he heard the elders of the ethnic group talking about it. The Confucian temple of the Confucianism was only a Confucian saint after the Holy Master. He had an unwritten rule with the Quartet Dragon King. On the land, the dragons need to see the sages and avoid them.
Huze Dalong, who was second only to the Sifang Dragon King, was in the Great Lakes. In the face of the saints on the shore, he made waves and deliberately raised the waves to a higher sky than the shores of the city. The people along the coast are victorious in order to provoke the saints. This means that I have never come ashore and have not violated the rules. You are a Confucian saint. What can you do?
At that time, the young dad had just felt that the move was very popular. As a result, he heard the elders’ heart suddenly telling the tragedy behind him. The Confucian saint extended a finger and said something like the old man tonight. Rumors, to point out the great magical waves of the rivers and waves, set the true dragon in the air, so that the lake backs up for dozens of miles, so the real dragon is equivalent to landing without permission, and meet the saint without diving, so the saint will Peeling and cramping, and suppressing it under a lake rock that is as big as a mountain, and punishes it for thousands of years.
At that time, the elders focused on the younger generations, the temper of those Confucian saints, especially in the Temple of Literature, the temper is not very good, or why there is a saying that "the road looks good"?
The old man was puzzled at the time, and the Confucian saints were not unruly.
The elders resentfully answered, stupid, you forgot the rules were made by hand?
At this moment, the old man at the top of the cliff did not know what happened in the past, some sentimental, muttered: "The flow of dragons and dragons, for the heavens, the clouds and rain, you can’t speak, almost can’t be heard. The town was separated and finally fell to this point. It was almost extinct and blamed the saints. It was really ambition and it was self-defeating."
The old man snorted and turned to look at the old scribes who looked like the old scribes. He smiled and nodded. "I know that I can change, and I am very good. It’s no wonder that the last time I visited this place, I have seen great scenery. I still feel that something is missing. It’s your reason. Well, there’s a gentleman, a gentleman, a little Qi that year... Well, it’s a fate... but unfortunately I won’t be able to attend you for a while.

The old man talked to himself, then his fingers gently wiped out.
Laojiao and Cui Minghuang were forced to move out of the cliff.
One person fell on the river in the distance, and each of them opened their hands and looked down. Then they almost clasped their palms and hid the golden characters of their palms. Of course, they were not willing to make them public.
The old man in the cliff battle array looked around and laughed loudly: "The Tibetan Mastiff is not a hero!"
The old show quickly realized that he had no reason to say this. Hey, I didn’t know how to give myself a break.
On the other side of the cliff, there is a tall white woman with a large lotus leaf in her hand. It can be regarded as a lotus umbrella, but the lotus leaf handle is snow white, which complements the white and white shoes. It is not stained.
After seeing the lotus leaf, the old man frowned and quickly began to mentally calculate. Finally, he looked sighing and looked up at the sky. For a long time, he did not want to take his eyes back. He muttered: "The last one went there. Ah? I want to be the energetic young boy of that year, and keep saying that the gentleman will go straight, but he will not bend, the jade will burn, and it will be difficult for you."
The old show looked at the tall white woman. "If Chen Ping is killed, the young Cui Wei is not a good thing."
She smiled and said: "This way, but I can't control it. If you have the ability to go out and say it, it doesn't matter to me. You can talk to my family and say that it may be useful."
She spoke a word and sneered: "The premise is that you have to go out first. The two guys can be sent out by you, I am too lazy to stop."
The old show was helpless: "When I was alive, the fight was not good at it, but now it is even worse. Why are you hard to say, and then Chen Ping and the young Cui Wei, now one is me... half disciple, one is half A grandson, do you say that I am more helpful? I am going there, although it is helping Cui Wei to live, can it be said that it is not for Chen Ping?"
The white woman nodded: "The reason is very reasonable."
Then she shook her head: "But I am coming out, it is not meant to be reasonable."
The old show is more and more helpless. "Look at your family's small peace, give me an exception? I am a teacher, you don't make sense, I am empty and have no use, and you are four. There are a few people who will fight in the world... One of the few swords, saying that the sword is not all right, forget it, don’t entangle this name, in short, it’s unfair to me!

The tall woman is holding a weird umbrella and her face is indifferent.
The old man was helpless and had to ask carefully: "Do you know who I am?"
The white woman’s mouth is tilted up.
Know, Wen Sheng.

The old man is stunned. He wants to know what he is, and he still does not give face. This is a bit too much.
Today, this holy world is holy, holy, and holy.
They refer to the Confucian lord, the old man, who is the most sacred master of all Confucian scholars under the sun, sitting in the highest and most right of the Confucian Temple.
Next is the second generation of Confucianism, the sacred priests, and the sacred sacred for the entire Confucian context.
The former received the most praises and awards from the Holy Master, and was regarded by Confucian as a model of morality and etiquette, and formulated the most rigorous and complicated set of rules of Confucianism. The latter is recognized as the deepest knowledge of the school, the closest to the Holy Predecessor, and to open up the face, so that Confucianism can truly become the only "emperor teacher" under the sun.
Next, Wen Sheng is the Confucian saint who is the fourth highest in the Temple of Literature.
Of course, this is a past event. Now this position has been hanging for a long time, because the gods have been lowered position again and again, and finally the Temple of Literature can't stay, and they have been moved out. The fourth saint, from the Confucian Taoist system, is rolling out. In the end, even the gods could not be preserved, and the Confucian students who were obsessed with extreme temperament and defended the Taoist priests, and smashed the gods that had been miserable to the need of the people, were smashed.
The old man reached out and walked behind him, patted the bag, and the bag disappeared.
The old man asked with patience: "Would you have something to say? Do you not work?"
The woman thought about it and nodded. "So I will be polite?"
The old show was so happy that he nodded and smiled and said: "So best."
For a moment, the sword of the sword array became more and more powerful, and the unbeatable sword had the signs of splitting the world.
According to legend, there are many swordsmen in the ancient times, and the heroes come forth in large numbers. They dare not bow to the three teachers. They are arrogant and arrogant in all major worlds, to stop the swordsmanship, to the martial arts, invincible swords, and swords.
The woman pulled the corner of her mouth. "Please ask the text to break the line! So, is it polite?"
(End of this chapter)