Chapter 175: Order

Chen Pingan took two white snows, rubbed each other, smiled back to Xiaoyadong, and after reaching for the fire, he took out a book from his back and began to sit by the fire and read a book. The Confucian classics, Chen Ping's memory is very good, all the way to read through, the content has long been familiar with the heart, but Chen Ping still likes to flip the book like this, gently reading.
Li Baoyuan once said that reading a hundred times is justified.
Chen Pingan felt that this sentence was really good.
Therefore, every time I follow the records of Lushan Mountain, I use this sentence before and after the pile is piled up. I silently tell myself in my heart that reading is so good, I want to come to the boxing method and I can’t leave it. Come. After all, it is so diligent to practice boxing, day and night, every day will spend seven or eight hours, sewing seams to fill the original broken house like a broken body, the effect is significant, especially the way that Yang Laotou taught the way, with the 18-stop luck Chen Ping can clearly perceive the gradual strengthening of the body, so life is no longer the only purpose.
Chen Pingan wants to have more, for example, if there is a chance to meet again, to show a girl a pile, she will not be as demented as in the mud house ancestral home, as if to say how there will be under the sun Such a fool, but will give him a thumbs up, once again say the two words, "handsome"!
The book in the hands of Chen Pingan was slowly turned over by a page. It was extremely serious, and the swaying bonfire reflected the dark face of the young man. If someone else looked at it for a long time, he would not look good.
Although the girl in the pink skirt is the real body of the fire, it is the heart of the child. In the Cao's bookstore in Zhilan, she lived in a simple and simple way. She did not dare to show her face easily. She feared that she would suffer from a disaster. This time, she returned to her hometown and returned to her life. On the other side of the plank road is busy making a snowman, only hate God not to reward a little snow.
Although the Tsing Yi children are water snakes, they are naturally hydrophilic. However, for a normal winter snow, they can’t lift their interest, and they are slouched and swayed by the bonfire. They are saddened by their own sorrows and fate.
The girl in the pink dress piled up a snowman of her own master. She was vivid and was thinking about the invitation with Chen Ping. She changed her color and ran back to the cliff. She looked flustered: "Grandfather, there is a pair of men and women on the plank road, and the man can’t see it. What, but the woman’s big demon, what do we do?

Tsing Yi’s child sniffed and immediately rejuvenated.
Oh, it’s really a big demon, a fox full of scent---, lord, I tell you, the world’s foxes are beautiful, oh my, this gives You catch a warm bed, and keep a silly girl like a thin bamboo scorpion!"
Chen Pinghe closed the book and said: "If they just pass by, we will let the road go. If we want to hurt people, we will not be late."
The enthusiasm of Tsing Yi’s child sighed and sat down in his place, swearing:
You are giving me a chance to make a contribution.

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "An An's stable return to his hometown is a great achievement."
Tsing Yi’s child swears:
This has entered the country’s borders. It has been so stable and steady. Can I make two of the two in the Year of the Ox?

On the ancient plank road cut out from the cliffs, a man and a woman walked in the snow in the wind. The woman wore a damask palace dress, and she was wearing a hat and covering her face. The man's face is elegant, slender, wearing a white snow, and a red wine gourd hanging from the waist. The whole portrait is integrated into the world.
When the two men approached the cliff, the woman turned her head and looked at the three people in the hole, so they stopped looking at it.
This understatement makes the Tsing Yi children who were eager to try before they are struck by lightning. They are sitting in a dangerous position than Chen Ping. Instead, they are girls who are inferior to the powder skirts. They have not yet known the weight and the weight, and can’t help but look at the men and women. Chen Ping put the book on his lap and reached for the fire. He looked at himself with squinting.
When the man passed the snowman, he smiled and thought it was quite interesting. He hesitated and turned straight to the cliff, but he couldn’t take a foothold and stopped at the door. He looked directly at Chen Pingan and used the fluent Dongbao bottle. Zhou Zhengzheng Yayan asked: "Snow and night, I am exhausted with the maid, can this son let us rest for a while?"
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at it. He was a gentle-tempered man. Chen Ping’an knew it well. This narrow road meets, but it is a blessing to escape. If the other party is really comfortable, he will not order this head, so he has no difference. Just smiled: "Yes."
The man entered, and the woman who was called the maid of the maid did not follow, standing at the entrance of the cliff, standing straight.
The man sat broadly with his legs crossed, facing his back to the cliff, picking up the wine gourd and preparing to drink. Before drinking, he was honest and open: "My maid is a fox, and before she perceives the existence of three, I let her release. Some demon, it is a greeting, so as to avoid unnecessary conflicts, we are not malicious."
After discovering the restraint and fear of Tsing Yi’s children, Chen Pingan knew that things were not good, but it was already here. Chen Ping did not think about anything more than just thinking about it. He was calm and tempted to deal with the violence of men and his maids. The gods on the mountain, the charms of the monsters, good or bad, unpredictable, once the enemy is currently, often life and death, Chen Pingan is no stranger to this, the alley against Cai Jinjian, the old dragon city, Nanhua, and then entangled with the move In the Shenxian Tomb, he played a game with Ma Kui Xuan, the chess mountain to the enemy, the pillow, the assassination of Zhulu, and so on. A series of storms, Chen Ping’s ability to live to the present, the heart of the word , it is vital.
The man drank his mouth, his eyes were clear and clear like Yuehua, and he looked forward to Chen Pingan. He opened the door and smiled: "The son of the martial arts is not high, but the boxing is very solid. It is not easy. If you can persist, you can stop."
Tsing Yi’s child swallowed and did not dare to move.
Big demon big demon, really his mother's big, bigger than the sky!
The reason is very simple. The reason why the world fox demon is famous, in addition to being good at confusing people, one of the most important reasons is that the fox demon is more difficult to cover the monster than other mountain monsters, so the monks are widely sung. Demon, the object is often a fox monster that is not weathered.
It is reasonable to say that the fox demon outside the cliff hole is getting closer and closer, and the fox scent will become more and more intense. However, when she passes through the hole, she is already a popular person, giving the feeling of Tsing Yi children, just like the ordinary people. Like a finger, she can cut off her graceful waist. Tsing Yi’s child is one of the world’s monsters. It’s just the first step of Shanze’s demon, and it’s really a person. It is also a long distance from Datun to Datun.
He was able to make him a defender of the Six Kingdoms, and the strength of the war is comparable to that of the seven kingdoms. He could not perceive any strangeness. Tsing Yi’s children measured it and thought it would be most appropriate to have a grandson. If this looks like a amiable river Long, I think that my grandson is not enough.
Tsing Yi’s child judged that the woman’s attire was at least nine, and it might even be a strait in the tenth place. Fortunately, this possibility is not great.
Whether the demon of the world is in the world can be a huge feng shui, and it is not weaker than the difficulty of the human race to break through the bottleneck of the tenth. This means that it has been recognized by the avenue of the world. How difficult is it? It is conceivable how much chance and honing it needs.
Therefore, the old man who is concealed in identity, the father of the cold food Jiangshen, and the ten-day cultivation, are enough to compare the strength of the monks in the eleventh world.
Chen Pingan did not know the doorway, but the crisis was over, and he did not delay his readiness. After hearing the man’s praise, nothing was taken lightly, but the guest replied: "Thank you for your good words."
The man sipped his drink and said, "The son of your longevity bridge is a pity. If you want to mend it, it is better to go to the sky. It is better to find another way and simply rebuild one..."
Speaking of this, the man snorted, seemingly surprised, thinking for a moment, squinting at the book on the juvenile's leg, smiled and said: "Well, it is a coincidence that it is a book."
The man slowly got up, just left, and walked outside the cliff, the palace woman had already led the way.
The man turned his head and looked at the snowman on the inn. He smiled and said: "Nothing is a book."
In the midst of the snow, the men and women continued to hurry, and the women in the palace did not turn their heads. Bi Gong said with respect: "White Master, this encounter, is it a conspiracy of the saints on both sides?"
The man shook his head and said: "This trip is a long-distance visit, there is no desire, I am very careful to hide the traces, and I have not disturbed any forces. If this is to be counted on me, then I..."
The face of the woman under the cap of the palace dress, the country and the people, the eyes are hot.
Unexpectedly, the man sighed, "How can it be?"
A heavy snowfall.
The world is white and clean.
After walking three or four miles on the plank road, the man who was revered as the white man stopped his steps and looked up at the sky and looked lonely.
The woman in the palace had to stop and found that the man did not show signs of moving, and cautiously shouted, "White Lord?"
The man always looks into the sky and whispers: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop. You said that you grew up in the vast world since childhood. Why do you want to think about walking through the overhanging mountains? If you are homesick and think about falling leaves, it is very reasonable. But your roots are here, what is it in the end? The world is catastrophic, ten rooms and nine empty, is it fun?"
The woman in the palace dress was so scared that she fell to the ground and turned to the ground. The volcano couldn’t afford it. If she was looking down, her demon squatted, like a mountain undulating, she trembled: "The white master is forgiving!"
The man turned a deaf ear and asked himself: "I don't think it's fun, it's not interesting at all."
The women in the palace dress are extremely fearful, and when they bite their teeth, they burst into a smashing machine.
The next moment, above the plank road, there was a big eight-tailed giant fox, which was snow-white and climbed over the cliff. Crazy climbed to the top of the mountain and tried to stay away from the man.
The man was indifferent and shouted a name, "Green Baby."
With a bang, a group of blood splatters on the cliff, it was a fox tail exploding on the spot.
Numerous goose feathers and heavy snow were stained with blood, and this piece of heaven and earth near the man's path was turned into a scary snow.
According to legend, there have been countless demon objects in the world, and there are numerous chaos. Everyone knows no name, no help, no sorrow, no sorrow and sorrow. Later generations have moral sages casting the name of the demon, recording its origins, and then copying more than a thousand Dading It is placed on the tops of the mountains in all continents, for the people of the mountain to remember, and the savage masters are not afraid to climb the mountain. After this experience, it is the fortune of the monks on the mountain.
Most of the mountains are the five sacred countries of the later generations, enjoying the adoration of countless monarchs.
The behemoth on the cliff, like a comet falling into a cliff.
Obviously, it's not just a broken one, it's as simple as a big hit.
With the congenital temperament of the demon, the sudden death or serious injury, the fierceness that erupted is often more terrible.
All the mystery, only in the name of the "green baby" who called his name, and who will report the original name.
The fox demon that fell heavily at the bottom of the cliff splashed countless snowflake crumbs. It looked like a dying, mist that screamed out of the mouth, causing the surrounding snow to melt, revealing a large muddy ground that resembled a scar.
The man did not know when he stood in front of the fox demon and took the wine with a red wine gourd. Compared with the huge fox demon who was huddled together, it was tantamount to an ant standing in front of human beings.
"Before re-cultivating the eighth tail, I will stay with me honestly. Some things are not something you can mix for the time being."
The man slowly said: "If you didn't read the incense at the beginning, you are already dead. Since you are still alive, just cherish it. Let's go and continue on the road."
The man waved his sleeves and removed the secret world ban. He returned the small world that he had cut out to Datiandi.
The fox gradually changed back to the human form, struggling to get up and squatting behind the man.
The woman in the palace dress is desolate.
The difference between the tails is a world apart.
Before it was enough to make it stand out from the crowd, it is now awesome.
But it does not have a bit of revenge.
For those who are born and raised in this world, the joy of the white master is the mightyness of heaven.

In the cave, Tsing Yi’s child wiped his forehead sweat, and his heart said:
It’s terrible, it’s terrible...

The girl in the pink dress is ignorant and ignorant. "Is that senior lady very powerful?"
Tsing Yi boy jumped his feet and said: "The silly girl is really a silly girl. At least the foxes in the nine worlds are not terrible. What else is terrible? Besides, a maid is so powerful. Isn’t the man who is the lord of the fox devil more perverted?!"
The girl in the pink skirt is weak and weak: "Our family is not as powerful as us."
Chen Pingan can not help but can not help.
Tsing Yi’s eyes are bright,
Hey? Right.

Tsing Yi children laughed, then coughed a few times, and stunned: "The state is out of order, the state is out of order, let the old man laugh, the people are not sages, can you have nothing, this is awkward, let it go with the wind, forget Forget it."
Chen Pingan continued to read the book, but he couldn’t calm down. He had to put away the Confucian classics. After thinking about it, he found out the prescriptions of the young Lu’s surname, all of which were written by Fang Fangzheng’s regular rules. I took a thin branch of the roots, and wrote the snow on the snowy ground at the entrance of the cliff. In order to prevent the prescription from being wet by the snow, I had to be careful to protect it. I could only read one word and write one.
Tsing Yi’s child who lost her face tonight slept and slept, and the girl in the pink skirt bypassed Chen Ping and continued to make the snowman perfect.
At the end of the last prescription, Lu surnamed Dao from the sleeves also took out a sapphire seal, which was placed on the paper, so it was the four words of Zhu Hong’s seal,
Lu Shen’s Order
.
After practicing the word tonight, Chen Pingan smashed it from beginning to end, and even the last four seals were not missed.
When Chen’s side of the cliff was safe, he used the branches to write the word
Lu Shen
.
At the bottom of the cliff, which was already very far away, the man behind the palace woman suddenly turned his head.
When Chen Pingan finally wrote the word "decree".
In an instant, it seems as if the heavens and the earth have turned upside down.
The man is still moving and his eyes are dignified. But the woman in the palace is already horrified and almost unstable.
The fox is uneasy, a fear of almost instinct is infiltrated into the whole body, subconsciously close to the man, whispering: "White lord?"
The man took back his gaze and went forward. "It’s okay, it’s nothing more than water in the well."
Who is the small well water, who is the mighty river.
God knows.