Chapter 263: One character

A sweet-scented osmanthus island is like a bowl at the bottom of a large bowl. The sea water is the bowl wall.
All passengers are very likely to be the dishes in the dishes of the descendants of the dragon.
It will be a long-lost feast.
The waters under the Guihua Island and the ferry have been hovering still, and all around it is the cold sight of the dragon.
The current situation is extremely subtle. The osmanthus island is silent. There are both resentment against Guihua Island and sorrowful grievances. Some people are silently playing a small abacus in their hearts. They each measure their amulets and try to take the fire. To live to the end of success, not to mention the osmanthus island treasury, it is a fortune to take a few martial arts bodies.
At the forefront, there is a hidden treasure of Gui Gui, hovering in front of the sea cliffs, confronting the golden old man, the words of both sides are not the words of any continent, and it is very likely to be the unique words of ancient dragons. At that time, it was called "water sound" by the philanthropists of Bai Jiaya. As for why Guiyu is proficient in this statement, why dare to go deep into the army and confront the many dragons alone. The Guihua Island passengers have been too lazy to ponder, and I can’t wait for this plain woman. After a change, he became a five-level monk, and turned the madness, then led Guihua Island out of this 蛟龙沟.
The woman seems to have a bad communication with the golden dragon. She has some repressed and very angry anger. She tries to keep her tone steady and slowly: "Is there no room for manoeuvre? According to the records, Fan is only helping. You dragged back the body of the rain, as many as twelve. Over the years, as long as you pass through your dragon's ditch, Fan's ferry boat will inevitably sprinkle a lot of silver origami, as a tribute to your clouds. The tribute of the rain has never been missed..."
This old-fashioned golden-scaled scorpion, the eyelids are really big, and the eyes are full of indifference. "The rules are the rules. If you can't talk about the rules, will there be such a dragon's ditch in the world?"
Gui Yan also wants to argue about what is explained. The golden old man raised a claw and pressed it heavily in the water. For a time, the water was flowing, the wind was raging, and the wind was set against the wind. The cheeks were beaten by the oncoming wind and waves, but it was hot and painful, but She did not reach out and block from the beginning to the end, and did not rely on the magical powers of the fairyland to escape, but the anger of the old man.
The old man sneered and said: "Someone deliberately framed you Guihua Island. I am not a blind man. I naturally see it through. But the rules are the rules. If you are unaware of your own osmanthus, you will let the ferry passengers use the dragon king scorpion and catch the cubs. The rules of both of us. Mrs. Gui, you can leave alone, and all the living on the other ferries must die here."
Gui Yan shook his head and said: "I will not leave them."
The old eyes are full of icy sarcasm, and there is a kind of hot eyes that look like the old-fashioned food, a cold and a hot, alternately emerged, "I know, so there will be this one. Mrs. Gui, you I don't know, every time you pass by my head, I have to be honest and abide by the rules, respecting those broken iron laws, can only endure not eating you, how much perseverance is it?"
Gui Yan finally asked: "Don't talk?"
The golden old man slowly moved the body like a ridge. The two dragons were slowly towed in the clear sea. The light was flowing. It smashed a small boat not far behind the woman. The boat on the top had already been killed. The shipman is a sinister man, seemingly timid, looking around, looking at a small cicada in his hand, ivory material, pocket cute.
A young cockroach that was originally six or seven feet long, after being captured, fell in the dragon king's body as a muddy body, struggling in it, constantly whining.
At that time, the old man of Zhouzi who was supporting the ship of Jinsu and Chen Ping was standing on the water beside the boat of the man, and he was strictly prevented from dying. He must not let this culprit escape.
As for why the real identity is the old man of Guihua Island, who is stationed in Jindan, there is no decisive shot to grab the dragon king. There are two reasons. It seems that the head of the squirrel is a wretched man, surrounded by a flying sword, and the sword is one foot long. Ink, there is always a thick black smoke pouring out, and the lowest level in the realm should be a dragon gate sword repair. Then the old man of Zhouzi is afraid that this monk will not ruin the dragon and the young cub will be destroyed. It is really necessary for a whole osmanthus island to be buried with this guy.
The old Zhou asked the man why he had to do this to harm others. The man who made the big disaster grinned, just looking around and not answering. The old Zhouzi tempted several times, trying to figure out the man behind the scenes through the man’s words and words. Is it the Jiang’s son who was disembarked in the middle? Or the old dragon city Dingjia with the Fan family? It is a pity that the man has always turned a deaf ear, and the word is like gold. One word is not willing to say more.
Lao Zhouzi has nothing to do with it. For all matters, he still needs to wait for the result of negotiations between Mrs. Gui and the old lady. If it is certain that it is dead, then it can only kill the man in front of him and try to the dragon king, and the osmanthus island can be less. One person is dead! The Fan family's millennium family business must not be destroyed today, and it is ruined in the prisoners of the ancient times!
The old boat calmed his mind, no longer expecting the eccentric man to speak, and asked indifferently: "Do you think you can run? Under the eyes of the old man, escape from this dragon's ditch?"
His ugly man finally grinned: "Then I will try it?"
"This little cockroach can be worth a lot of money, send it! Take it!" The man suddenly threw the high-quality dragon king 篓, mostly on a mountain in the ancient Shu State, a large number of manufacturing The inferior defective products, but as time goes by, in the long years, the dragon king 篓 has been searched, collected and destroyed again and again, becoming more and more rare, and the dragon king 篓 has almost become the rare existence of 媲美养剑葫.
The old boat did not immediately reach out to pick up the dragon king, so as not to have a scorpion venom calculation, but to control the aura to hover it in front of him, staring at it, violently angry, the original man did not know what means to secretly, the youngest It was already drowned, and fuzzy, exposed bones and bones, dying.
And the man laughed aloud, the life of the flying sword turned into a black smoke to protect the whole body, the pulled out a golden material, "Go back to the grave toast, haha, but unfortunately there is no sweet-scented osmanthus in the world..."
The symbolic golden light flashed, and the man disappeared from the small boat.
The golden old cockroach of the scales swayed his head, and a dragon had to slam the sea like a long lash, and the dragon had to hit the empty space near the body.
But the next moment, one, or two figures, fell from the sky above the dragon's ditch. It was the sword man who escaped from the dragon's ditch, even if it was worthless and worthwhile. The city's square inch character, the product rank is the second class of the world's square inch symbol, can be a hundred miles away, even if the person who presented this character is arrogant, the dragons and gulls will never stop anyone. The famous sword repairman had no choice but to throw out the dragon king, and the baby cub would die. The osmanthus island and the dragon dragon ditch are like the two armies. The lady is involved in the attention of the old man, plus this name. Can avoid the golden square inch of the sword of the land swordsman, he took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield, why not?
The old man is also a dragon must slap a slap in the air, a string of dull sounds like spring thunder.
The Jindan sword repair, which was cut off by the waist, was turned into a powder in the air. A large amount of golden crumbs were sprinkled into the clear waters of the Longlong ditch, crushing the Jindan together with the two bodies, and slowing down together. Slowly sinking, attracting countless dragons and hurricanes leaping to the surface of the water, and the waves surged, such as the wolf fighting for food.
Sword repair is not eye-catching.
A mountain sorrow without a foundation, repairing a golden dragon sword repair, how difficult?
Before this life, I thought that after this big sale was made, with a strong family, I went to find a good place with a clear and refreshing aura, to be the originator of the Xianjiamen School, to open the branches and leaves, for centuries, For generations to be stable, learn the immortal seedlings that have been envied for a long time, just ask and ask again, no longer need to go slanted again...
After the old boat confirmed that Dragon King did not passively touch his hands and feet, he gently held his hand and turned his head and sighed. "Little guy, what are you doing here? This disaster, not that you can mix, quickly retreat Osmanthus Island. If you are lucky, you can still see the hanging hills. If you are not lucky..."
The old Zhouzi no longer goes on, these dejected words, even if it is the truth of the big, the war is imminent, and it is said to be useless.
After Chen Ping’s drink of a large mouthful of wine, he had already kept the sword in his waist.
The old boat did not see the same, and the same was true for the woman who had been facing the old man and the back to Guihua Island.
However, among the golden eyes of the golden old man's pupils, there was a hint of playfulness. It was not on the spot to expose the little tricks of the boy. It was just a matter of idleness, not as good as a cat.
Chen Pingan asked: "The old predecessors, the current situation of Guihua Island, can't it be broken anymore?"
"Bad to the extreme."
The old man nodded and didn't want to lie on the matter. There was no cover. He whispered: "When the old man rumored to sign a contract with the ancestors of the Fan family, the realm was equivalent to the Yuan Yingying qi, the old man. Naturally heterogeneous, practice is often extremely slow, but once they are climbed to the heights, the real combat power is often higher than the realm of the situation. Not to mention the thousands of dragons of the trench, not weaker than Baojuan The key to a literary head is that the old man is responsible for the battle, which is the most difficult."
Chen Pingan is a bit helpless. "The oldest is also the Yuan Ying situation?"
The old boat nodded. I don’t know the back-sword teenager in front of the bamboo pole, why did I ask this question.
Chen Ping looked up and looked at the golden old man in the distance.
The latter also followed him, and the silver eyes were filled with strong ridicule. It also deliberately glanced at Chen’s waist and the sword.
Chen Pingan knows that Laojiao has seen through his little tricks.
Wei Wei, a mountain who personally submitted this "Jing pot", said that under the ten-day practice, he could not see the obstacles he had displayed on the swords, but he could see that he was a ten-placed immortal. If so, then Chen Pingan’s means of silently pulling the first and fifteenth into the body by drinking alcohol must have fallen into the vision of the old man. Then one of the killers at the bottom of Chen Ping’s pressure box has been exposed to the broad daylight.
Lao Zhouzi persuaded: "Little guy, let's go. You are a young man, very good, but it is destined to do nothing, why bother heroes? It is better to return to Guihua Island, waiting for the lifeline. You stay here I am sure I can't take care of your life and death, so I can't talk about it, but it's just that you are doing it now, and it's no different from sending death."
Old Zhouzi wanted to say that even if he returned to Guihua Island, he would have to wait for death. It would be better to be swallowed by the dragon in the sea, but these words went to the mouth and swallowed back.
Chen Pingan took the dragon and smashed the dragonfly and handed it to the old boat. He explained: "Predecessors, this is the shackle that I made a modification. It comes from a book of "The True Story of Danshu". According to the record, the complete symbol, There should be eight ancient ancestors. You only had the words "doing a good job" on the bamboo raft. In fact, you missed the sorcerer’s orders, and the variegated moiré was not too small. I repainted the shackles. symbol."
The old man fixed his eyes and looked at it. He squatted on the spot. Then he said nothing. He reached out and took the dragon scorpion that was passed down from generation to generation. He looked at it carefully and used the palm of his hand to make the texture of the bamboo plaque. "The name is called 斩锁符? The rainman ordered four words? This Bhutan book font, the cloud pattern, and the victory of the true meaning, the ranks are really high, juvenile, are you a Fushun sect? Under the master of a sect?"
Chen Pingan gently shook his head.
Did not say that he is a Wufu, but with a pure instinct in the body, learn the Li Lusheng, the scholar of Fulu Street, in one stroke to improve the strokes.
The old boat suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that we only have this dragon that has been restored to its original appearance. If it is dozens of bamboo poles, it is painted with this shackle, and then with a master of the genre who is proficient in Qimen armor. Maybe you can really shake this dragon's ditch. Unfortunately, it's a pity!"
Gui Yan has already drifted back and saw it. After seeing this bamboo pole, it is also a little surprised. It is just that there is no such thing as an old boat. It is a shameless gesture. On the top of the dragon column or on the sword, it is one of the tools used by the ancient gods to capture and swindle the sinful dragon. It is that I have only seen a few eyes in my early years, and I can really beat the genus of the dragon, but the old road is deep. This is not too taboo, and the material of these bamboo rafts is not high. Secondly, the requirements for pen and ink are also extremely high..."
After Chen Pingan handed out the bamboo poles, he tried his best to secretly observe the old man.
In the silver eyelids of the latter, it seems that there is a deep memory, and it will soon return to normal. The two dragons will drift slowly and glory in the sea.
It is said that the golden age of the millennium, the bundle of demon, can be called the magic weapon in the magic weapon.
Chen Pingan retracted his gaze and suddenly said: "Gui, old, can you help me drag and drop for a moment? I want to re-draw a character. If the two seniors have other plans, I will not say, rest assured, I I will try to finish this sign on my own."
Chen Ping’s voice is very light, but the perseverance in his eyes is moving: "It’s a very important thing!"

On the osmanthus island, in the hilltop palace, a young pilgrim is standing on the roof, looking up at the square, and there is a worried old man around him.
The teenager wore a bright yellow gown. At first glance, it was not eye-catching, and it was similar to Chen Ping’s sword-raising. The same high-handed man showed a superior obstacle. If someone could break the technique and look carefully, you will find that Doorway, long gown is not a silk satin, but countless yellow bamboo pieces, exquisitely crafted, exquisitely crafted, thin bamboo but extremely tough, wearing this clothes, warm in winter and cool in summer, it is not strange And it is the real fairy tales that can be made by the master at all times, just like being in a small hole and blessing the land.
This clothing is called "Qingliang". It is a famous robes from the Tianqing Mountain of Zhuhai Cave. It used to be the heart of a great dynasty monarch in the Middle-earth Shenzhou. As the dynasty was destroyed, the robes were lost for a long time. I want to wear it on this boy.
The young boy said with the oyster Baoguanzhou Yayan: "Liu's mother-in-law, Jin Danjian repairing the hundred-mile square inch does not work, is it that my thousand-mile square inch is also very hung?"
The old man sighed: "The old man who is self-cultivating is actually not scary. Yuan Ying is the peak of the enemy. However, with the help of the high-ranking people, the trench has been created like a small world. It is transformed into a saint, sitting in it, and the combat power is quite In a jade monk, at the same time occupying the best of both worlds."
The teenager frowned: "What do we do?"
The old man smiled and said: "There is no need to worry too much. I am fighting for my life. I will also send the little master out of this dragon's ditch. But afterwards, the younger master remembers to return to the original road and go to the cliff color that throws the hydrangea. The building, and the self-registration number, they must not dare to neglect, when the Lord can be smooth, Dangdang will return to Pazhou, and the matter will be told to the ancestors, when the time comes, the land will be razed to the ground. , revenge for my wife."
The teenager complained: "Liu Po, how big is life and death, how do you say it is so light. I don't want you to die here, let's go home together."
The old man’s face is still light and windy, his eyes look kindly to the teenager, and he smiles:
It’s also a helpless move. It’s always impossible to be in the face of the Lord’s Lord. It’s full of sorrows, crying, and so old, it’s really impossible to do it.

The old man remembered something and looked at a jade finger in the teenager's hand. He whispered: "Less master, this ancestral squat thing, remember to hide it, don't take it out in front of the outsider, go out. Outside, don't try to test people's hearts easily, people's minds are the most unbearable scrutiny."
Speaking of this, the old cockroach's sorrowful face is a bit embarrassed, after all, all the old women under the sun are also coming from the girl.
The bamboo robes stretched their fingers to the leafy boat. "Liu Po, you can be the young boy who is carrying a bamboo raft. It’s about the age of me. It’s really good, courageous, handsome! It’s much better than me, look back. Be sure to find the Danqing Holy Hand and draw this scene down."
The old man shook his head and smiled: "You must learn the young man's temperament. You are not a simple son of a thousand gold, the son of Wanjin. If you are in this area between Baoliangzhou and Po, it is really a bit. What an accident is a big trouble."
The teenager is helpless: "Liu, my mother, I have experienced many times, don't always treat me as a child?"
The old man laughed and said nothing.
Those fields seem to be dangerous, and there is no ancestor personally staring.
In fact, this time I went out for a long trip, I went to Pazhou from the first place in Pazhou, and then went down to Baoliangzhou, Shenzong Zong, Guanhu Academy, Yunlin Jiangshi, and finally arrived at Laolongcheng, and then continued southward. Tongyezhou, Tongyezhou in the north and Yuguizong in the south have visited. The young master almost has to enter the cave of the cave. There is no wind and no rain all the way, but the old man always wonders why he is alone. Is the Lord’s obedience too sloppy? A Yuan Yingjing practicing a gentleman, the realm is not low, how can it be less valuable?
Just like this time, the dragon's ditch is in distress. If you change to a jade sword and repair it in the guardian's side, the younger master does not need to wrinkle his brow, not to be afraid of it. Just look at the fire on the other side.

Outside the ordinary house on the half-mountain side of Guihua Island, there is a small pavilion, a young woman with a beautiful face, sitting in it, wearing a short skirt and a ribbon at the waist, she faced this inexplicable disaster. Although full of anger, the old Longcheng Fan family gave birth to a smoldering fire, but still is the ability to cook tea, drink tea, one piece of tea set, this began to think about countermeasures, but when she saw that After the fierce picture of Jin Danjian’s self-cultivation and death, he was somewhat discouraged, and most of them were dead.
The woman was full of face, her finger tapped on the table, and muttered to herself: "There is no reason for luck so bad. I still gave myself a trip in Laolongcheng, only to push off the sea turtle, choose the Guihua Island, and reasonably say no. There will be a mistake, you should take a chance to get a chance or two. How could you die here?"
The young woman stood up, tiptoe, came to the top of the gazebo, and was condescending, and suddenly her vision was wide. She swallowed her mouth and slowly turned into a squat on the roof, and began to calculate the evolution. "Is there a high person hiding it?" Or, the person who broke the game has not yet appeared? In short, it will definitely not be the dead end, absolutely not... Let me count you, the woman who can confront the golden dad, hey, you are Guihua Island. It’s weird, the broken person, still not you...

"Come on this hidden ferry boatman, what? It turned out to be a practicing sergeant who fell back from Jinying to Jindan. The injury has not yet healed. It is a storyful old man, but you also broke. No way..."
"As for the boy who is not afraid of tigers in the newborn calf, forget it, take advantage of the bamboo poles, hey, still drink? Too much like to show off, really when you are the sword of the five worlds, stupid, oh... ... In this case, the key to breaking the game is, is it in the mountains, there are gods sitting on the sidelines? Just waiting for the old man to relax, will give a fatal blow? Let me count, there is really a high world that intentionally shields the air People, just a pity... not yet!"
The woman's hands scratched her head and her cheeks became red. She was obviously a little restless. For a time, the beads between the hairpins were skewed and the blue silk was tangled.
"Do not panic, the father of the teacher said, any trend in the world, which always hides a 'one' of the derivation of all things, that is the Taoist ancestor, has been pursuing this word. That true dragon is so, the 骊zhudong The real mystery is the same, the Jianqi Great Wall is still the same, all so..."
When the young woman lost her heart, the Guihua Xiaoniang Jin Su of the Guimai Xiaoyuan just turned back and looked back. She saw the sinister confrontation between her master and the golden dad, and saw that most of them were Guihuadao Gold. Dan’s Zhou’s old man, of course, also saw the back-swording teenager who was sailing and rushing to add chaos. Jin Su knew that he should not blame the teenager who came forward, but somehow, she was annoyed with the boy. It has become so fierce that it seems that all the catastrophe suffered today is blamed on this guy, so that she can feel a little better inside.
Jin Su is not willing to think more, and even more reluctant to admit it. The reason why this is so angry and angry is not that the foreigner named Chen Pingan is not doing well, but just because he is "independent", which invisibly brings out her. Weak and cringe, she even stood next to the master, and the courage of the mentoring and the men stood side by side.
Between the life and death line, some people are greedy and afraid of death, reviewing the situation, taking refuge and retreating; some people give up their lives and take justice, meet the difficulties and seek survival.
For the young people who have just started on the long road, one is not necessarily wrong, one is not necessarily right.
On the sea outside Guihua Island, two small boats are adjacent to each other.
The old Zhouzi persuaded him for a few times, and deep inside, he really did not want to watch the young man’s death. He was annoyed and angry: "Since Mrs. Gui said the power of the old man, you still stay here. What to do, noisy!"
The woman smiled bitterly: "There is a lot of encirclement, except for the fish and the net, but there is no chance."
The old man suddenly whispered: "Mrs. Gui, you have to live, Fan..."
The woman shook her head. "I have decided."
She turned her head to look at the teenager and asked softly: "Chen Ping, that character is really important?"
Chen Pingan nodded hard.
The woman took a deep breath. "There is nothing wrong with this. How can it be. The old man is ignorant of his heart, and he is pressing me with rules. Everything must be demon. Since Chen Ping, you are willing to do it." What to order, then do it, we can help you delay a little time, it is not difficult."
Chen Pingan immediately sat in the small boat, facing the golden dragon, connected with the flying sword of the square inch, and soon slipped out a sleeve of cyan material, as if torn from a sage book. Down the book page, Chen Pingan left the pen with a small snow cone, and sighed softly, but when the brush with the pen is reaching out to the piece of paper, Chen Ping’s heart was shocked, and the pen tip seemed like a snowy season, pedestrians. Feet stuck in the snow, it is difficult to move!
Chen Pingan was actually a pure Wufu instinct, and it was cut off directly!
Chen Pingan has never encountered this situation before writing the golden treasures of the pagoda town demon, and Yang Yang.
Chen Pingan gave birth to surprises.
I would rather have a hand injury and shock the soul. Chen Pingan still forcibly brought up a new air, his arm sinking, and the tip of the small snow cone moved to the page.
You can do something, but you must be sure that it will not make the situation worse.
Before Huang Tingguo’s ruined temples, the young Jianghu children who were dressed in anger and horses, for the sake of their heartfelt enthusiasm, swayed the heroes, almost broke the big things of the gangsters, and almost let the wild fox enchanting machine that had been used for many years. Escape.
This is a good lesson for good deeds to do bad things.
If this premise can be guaranteed, Chen Pingan feels that he must do something.
In the Chenghuang Temple in Rujiao County, Choi-gun, the woman of the county guard, who is a silver bell with her hands and feet, is also helping her, because her point is so far, every time she helps, it is both her ability and can help Chen Ping’s proper sharing. Stress, this is good.
It is also a ferry, an old dragon city, Guihua Island, and a smashing mountain raft.
This osmanthus island is the family business that his good friend Fan Er and the crown will inherit.
And the barge, there were two girls who lived together, named Chunshui Qiushi, who are very good girls. Chen Pingan always thought that they were so young, no matter how many years later, no matter Thousands of mountains and waters, always reunite after leaving.
Chen Pingan constantly increased the five fingers and arm strength, breathing and breathing and Jianqi 18 stop, rapid circulation, this mouth is like the pure infuriating in the body, must be fast and stable.
When you are stable, you will be determined.
In the final analysis, when I thought about it, the porcelain casting was also stable, and the heart was stable.
The tip of the small snow cone finally touched the cyan paper.
It bursts from a small spot of light.
It is like a bright moon in the sea.
Chen Pingan was indifferent to this, and his heart was completely immersed in the shackles. He had to write eight words on the blue-colored paper: for the sake of the matter, the rainman ordered.
At this moment, the teenager, sitting cross-legged in the boat, stunned me.
Facing an ancient book page, Chen Pingan holds a writing brush. It is not like a pure Wufu, nor a swordsman. It is like a reading lang who writes and writes in the landscape.
This is a sign of success and failure. After the painting is finished, I will say it.
Just like the mountain fist, the boxing method is not high, and I have to finish it for a million times.
If you don't do anything today, Chen Pingan feels sorry for his practice of boxing, learning swords, drinking wine, and knowing so many people.