Chapter 311: Someone outside

The child is afraid of the extreme, but not so scared. There is only one person left in the world, just a few children who have just read a few books, but they don’t know what to do, they hate it, they bite their teeth and ask, "What is your name?" ?"
The old man smiled and played.
The child added: "I will kill you! I will avenge my mother and grandmother!"
The old man with a silver lotus crown on his head pointed at himself and smiled and said: "I? The world likes to call me Ding Lao Mo, both evil and evil are no exception. Teach the neutrons, see me, probably still honor the singer As for my real name, Ding Ying, it has been useless for many years."
The old man asked: "What is your name?"
The child’s voice trembled, but he tried to be loud:
Cao is sunny!

The old man joked: "Your name is too cheap, plus your skin, you will walk in the rivers and rivers, be careful."
He waved his sleeves, and the hurricane slammed on the window paper of the side house, creaking, and the thin window paper was not damaged, and there seemed to be something back in the house.
The child can't find this kind of wrist that is so close to the peak, just angry and sullen, "Let your fart!"
The relatives have already died, and the name given to her mother has become the last thought of the child.
The old man did not care, and saw a few old hens in the courtyard, and squatted around.
The old man got up and went to the stove. He went to the rice cylinder and took a handful of rice. After sitting back to the position, he sprinkled it on the ground. The old hens flew their wings and ate quickly.
The old man smiled and said: "The world is afraid of me, but if you look at it, they are not afraid."
He bent down and leaned forward. "Does this mean the so-called master master, the emperor will be like a chicken?"
The child is too young, full of hatred, where is willing to think about it, just staring at the big devil who kills people without blinking, only hate their own strength is too small, his mind is fretting, think of the hatchet in the stove, Not much grinding, the land of the capital, like the children, their home is still a good small portal, is the bottom of the gas to let the drunken charcoal to stop the cattle cart, the home hatchet is just a look.
The old man looked at the sky and asked himself: "Of course not. The ignorant is fearless. Sometimes, an eagle passes over the sky, and the mouse in the field quickly protects the millet under the claw. Our world, this way There are not many people, but there are many, and there is not much more than the ordinary people. I can only see the shadow. For example, Yu Zhenyi, who is going to repair the immortal, is the old cook in the Prince’s House in Nanyuan. The old man of the temple."
Speaking of this, Ding Ying stood up, shook his sleeves, flicked his fingers, and suffocated into a line again and again, hitting the side window.
Ding Ying shot too fast, green and suffocating, constantly condensing on the window, the stars are just like a picture of a galaxy.
"There are some foreigners who are not good people. They are called "Zhu Xianren". The game world, such as the comet, is also rushing and rushing. As for how this person becomes, how big the scorpion is, It turned out to be a bad mess, they never care."
"They don't care about the joys and sorrows of the world."
Ding Ying smiled and made a flipping page, then gently clap the palm, as if to close a book, "These people are like a leisure time, read a book of the book, turn over and turn over, page Did you not write about 'Lie Le collapsed', 'Blood a thousand miles', 'Life is a charcoal'."
"The ceremonial house that has been passed down for thousands of years, the sage of the sage of the book, has a freak, and it is a sinister mess."
"A small country that is a small country has an ambitious emperor. It is not a military squad, but it has been arrogant. In the past 20 years, half-country youth has died."
Where can the children understand this, just immersed in hatred, "What did you do?"
The child named Cao Qing’s alley, can’t cry:
You will only kill me, my grandmother,...

Cao Qing cried with grief and anger. "What heroes are you, you are a big devil!"
The old man seems to be deliberately trying to tease the child, learning the child to scream and then laughing.
I really don't know if this is a childlike heart, or a heartbreaking madness.
The child was so angry that he was shaking.
Ding Ying smiled and said: "In fact, what do the immortals do, does it have anything to do with me? No, I just give myself an excuse to kill and kill some interesting guys."
The old man raised his arm and made a palm as a knife, and once again raised the fallen fat. "A fairy, two immortals, three or four, killed them. Besides them, there are those other than me." The top ten people outside, and the next 'ten ten people', are interesting, keep, and are not pleasing to the eye. They are killed together."
The child’s whimper.
Ding Ying squinted at the sky.
This time, unlike the 60 years, it is not the same.
So he chose to stay here instead of personally. He is still crazy after all, trying to challenge one person or even the top ten of more than ten people. Someone tried to do so sixty years ago and wanted to monopolize the world. The result was very bad.
If the young master of Feijian can survive, everyone will be surprised.
Then the baby will leave this time and make that person not surprised.
Ding Ying knows this world, it is like raising a donkey.
In the heart of Ding Ying, there is a secret that is unknown. To understand this mystery, he only cares about one thing. If he let the sixty years of raising his own, he will become a bamboo basket.
Will you come to see yourself.
Who will come to me in front of me.
Before that, there are two key points.
First, Zhou Shi must die on the street, let Lu Hao and Zhou Fei take the initiative.
Second, the owner of Feijian is also going to die.
Ding Ying looked back at the window and smiled. It felt that there was nothing difficult.

An old man with a hook-and-hook nose walks on the bustling streets of Nanyuan Guojing, and he is not angry. He should be a native of Northland. He is tall and stands out, attracting many local people’s eyes. There are several eyes around the old man. However, the men and women guards who are at a good pace, they just squint, they will press back those curious eyes. The old man is in the city of the world’s best, and he is very accustomed to the sky, the sky is wide, the sky is lonely, it is I don’t quite adapt to the crowds here. When the old man’s mood is a little bad, a fine man walks from a distance and tells the teacher in the grassland dialect that he found the man, just in the name of Kejiaqiao. The place is not far away.
The old man let the disciple lead the way, and soon walked through a long-established stone bridge. He came to a shop facing the water. It was actually a satin shop. The old man let the disciples wait outside, the shop business was deserted, no guests patronized. The old man crossed the threshold alone, and behind the counter that was not tall, he only showed a head, his hair was sparse, and he grew like a melon.
The shopkeeper saw the old man and smiled and said: "Hey, rare and rare, I am not surprised to see who I have seen recently. I can only see you. It’s really the sun hitting the west. I don’t understand, even though Zhou Fei’s son, I am angry and say that you are coming. I don't really believe it. I only want to swindle me out of the mountain, so I can help him to stop the disaster."
The shopkeeper bypassed the counter and reached out to show the eagle hook nose and the old man to find a place to sit down and talk nonsense. "Master Cheng Da, your old man hurriedly sat down and talked, otherwise I would talk to you, and I had to lean my neck and spend my energy.

The old man from afar did not care, sat in a poor chair of hospitality, and opened the door to see the mountain: "If it is not the list of ten people who believe in the building, I will not come here to take risks. You and me are not in the rankings. In the top five, it is very likely that there will be an accident. Feng Qingbai, who is undoubtedly immortal, the grandson of Ding Laojiao, and Zhou Shi’s son Zhou Shi, now there are three, who knows if there is still secretly hiding under the water. Lao Wang eight small turtles."
The shopkeeper nodded and thought deeply.
Yu Zhenyi and Qiuqiu, together with the four masters, gathered in the Niu Niu Mountain. This is the news on the table, and it is a lively event for the people of the world.
Respecting the building this time in the Nanyuan Guojing Division issued a list of ten people, this is the key to the real hidden mystery.
The old man from outside the sneer sneered: "I make the gun, you make the knife, just like the autumn, it is the way of the foreign boxing. It is different from the old fox of Yu Zhenyi. As long as it is a deadly battle, it will stay more or less. The next point is a hidden danger. The three of us will definitely not be able to survive for sixty years. For this opportunity, I have been fighting all the way to the present. Those who have big and small dark diseases must have an explanation!"
At the end of the day, the old man gently touched the chair handle, the chair was safe and sound, but the floor of the chair under the chair, there have been cracks in the cracks.
The disciples of the old people outside the shop noticed that the air movements in the house were flowing, and each one was as close as the enemy, and the breathing was heavy.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "You disciples, the qualifications are not bad. Didn't you hear that you found a talented little wolf in the grassland many years ago? You carefully adjust these years, no more than the Yale, Zhou Shi These days are inferior?"
The old man surnamed Cheng said indifferently: "Dead. Talent is too good, it is not good."
The shopkeeper angrily said: "Cheng Yuanshan! Tiger poison is still not eating, do you still have some humanity?"
The old man who came to Nanyuan from the outside of the country was the eighth of the world’s ten-armed arm, Cheng Yuanshan.
Twenty years ago, after being among the ten people discharged from the building, he quietly went to the grasslands outside the Sai, and soon became the guest of the grassland.
Cheng Yuanshan squinted at the little old man who was buried in Nanyuan State. "Liu Zong, you are also very embarrassed to say me? Sharpening people sharpening people, what do you like Liu Zong to use to sharpen the knife?"
Liu Zong, a sharpener, smiled.
Cheng Yuanshan wondered: "I came here, Nanyuan is a land that is hard to manage in the autumn. Which side of the autumn is this? I thought it was Yu Zhenyi at first. Now it seems that it is not necessarily? What do you want to do? He is the most unnecessary thing to do under the sun, but he has come to Nanyuan Guojing City. What?
Liu Zong, the treasurer, was mentioned by the arm San Cheng Yuanshan, after the "knives sharpening people", there was a moment of momentum soaring, and now the pines went down, the whole person became the shop of the fly camp shit, pointing to Cheng Yuanshan, tuning the road "You, you just like to think too much."
However, Cheng Yuanshan knows well that Liu Zong has not made any mistakes in the past few years, and even went further.
Can be Nanyuan country area, so many years have a kind of autumn sitting next to the palace, there is no rumor of the world, Liu Zong's martial arts, no whetstone, how can you not retreat? In recent years, Cheng Yuanshan has sneaked into the South many times in addition to secretly slaughtering the coffin. In the past, he has killed two masters of the rivers and lakes that are expected to be among the top ten, in order to succumb to the murderous murder, and dare not slack off.
Cheng Yuanshan said: "Zhou Fei this person, acting unscrupulous, too like the immortals in history, this time on the Ding Ying, is a blessing, you give me a bottom. Liu Zong, others believe You are the exception."
Liu Zong smiled: "Why believe me?"
Cheng Yuanshan solemnly said: "The guy on the rivers and lakes, known as Wu Chi, is like a cow, but in my heart, the real Wu Chi, only you Liu Zongyi. You are the same as Ding Ying, Qiu Qiu, Yu Zhenyi, that year. A few of the people who survived in the chaos, the ten people, the death of death, the disappearance disappeared, only the marginal people in your bureaus, but each got a chance, Ding Ying got the crown left by the immortal Yu Zhenyi got a fairy cheat, what I got in autumn, I don't know, but you Liu Zong took the initiative to give up the knives, but only for the side already has a knife. This choice, under the sun Only you can do it."
Liu Zong took a sparse beard and smiled and said: "This secret, how do you know an outsider who has not personally participated in the disaster?"
This matter can be described as the most itchy thing in Liu Zong's life, and he can't say it to ordinary people. However, when the arm San Cheng Yuanshan took the initiative today, the sharp-knife Liu Zong is still somewhat self-satisfied.
Cheng Yuanshan is frank and sincere, "The new owner of the slasher's smelter's choice was killed by me, but I could not leave it."
Arm San Cheng Yuanshan, always proud of the heart, for the mirror heart pavilion on the list, is a little bit of a look down, as for the ten people other than the ten people who have been judged by good deeds, Cheng Yuanshan once went straight out These people, who can give him tea, can take off his boots, who can help him to watch the nursing home, the top ten masters who are famous in the world, no one will enter the eye of his arm San Cheng Yuanshan.
But today, when I came to see Liu Zong, I was extremely polite. Even the invisible Zhongyuan Yuanshan was willing to be a dwarf.
It can be seen that Cheng Yuanshan came to Nanyuan Guojing City and there was no confidence.
Liu Zong stretched out a finger and reached into his mouth. He took out the remaining shredded pork from the teeth and slammed it with his hand. "A kidnapper's craft is good, just look at the knife he used the most handy, peeling. How many years can be used to remove bones, the worst, two or three years have to be replaced with new knives, a little better, with seven or eight years, my hand, from the beginning of the rivers and lakes, has been used, to today So far, it has been used for nearly forty years."
Liu Zong smiled and said: "It is enough to kill those who are obscured by the immortals. After grinding the knife for decades, it is necessary to become the dog's fart and dragon skill in the book. It is good, come just right.


A Han scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam is still waiting for his beautiful girl to go back. For her, even the gentleman who taught the saints far away from the kitchen, no matter what.
On the road, I met in the rivers and lakes. Although she was six years old when she was older, she still likes to make jokes often and said that she is not a good woman. He feels it does not matter.
It is able to pop up such a wonderful hustle and bustle, and the battlefield is fierce and fierce.
There is an inexplicable guy who came to him and said something about a woman in the river.
The scholar thinks that the woman that the person said, if it is the truth, then she is really bad.
However, the scholar feels that she knows her differently. She feels that she is a good woman. She knows the book, is gentle and virtuous, and looks so beautiful. She can break into the house and grow old.
He is waiting for her to go home.
After thinking about seeing her, tell her about these things.

The Jingang Temple, the largest ten-party jungle in Nanyuan Guojing, is also the largest Buddhist temple in the world.
Inside the temple, the secluded and remote location of a simple shack, the door opens, the empty house, except for an old man and a futon, there is nothing else.
A handsome and handsome male brother, who was swayed by the dozens of beautiful ladies, slowly walked toward this insignificant Xiao Mao, the age of women from the age of 13 to 40, all beautiful, if there is a respectful building Here, people will find that among them, there are both the fairy-tale and the noble ladies of the world. Without exception, they are all beautiful women.
There are many huts surrounded by huts.
The young people are like the sons of Wang Gong who are traveling with the United States. They have come all the way to explain the origins and origins of the Buddhist vocabulary of the ten parties, the jungle, the temples, and the buildings. The women are more famous and have a lot of knowledgeable people. Laughing pointed out that there are few flaws in the young people. He does not explain anything. He only said that the local customs are different. The statement in his hometown is more in line with the purpose of the Buddha.
Meditating on the old man's eyes, he smiled and asked: "We have been given the promise of Ding Ying, and we have a stable place. Why do you want to come here?"
The young man surnamed Zhou raised his hand and motioned the women not to follow. They went to the hut alone and smiled. "Give me the son who is not a weapon, and ask the Master to ask for a Luo Hanjin."
He approached the threshold, lifted his foot and asked with politeness: "Would you like to take off your boots, I am afraid of dirty Master's cleanliness."
The old man smiled and said: "The dirt on the boots is not stained. In the heart of the week, it is useful to take off your boots?"
The young man has no choice but to say: "You bald heads like to talk about these useless nonsense, and you can't really like it."
He pointed to the house where the family was empty. "It seems that there is nothing, but you are still here."
The old man sighed: "We have a Huigen in Zhou, and everyone knows everything, but unfortunately I don't want to look back."
The young man still took off his boots. After crossing the threshold, he sat down on the edge of the door and raised an arm. He pointed to the beautiful woman who had a thousand autumns behind him. "If they are the Dharma I ask, monk you. How can I persuade me?"
The old man bitterly said: "It’s really tired to fight with the immortals of you."
The young man pretended to be a model, bowed his head and smiled, and sang a voice of Amitabha.
The old man is the face of the bitter, bitter, frowning, frowning.
If it is an ordinary mixed child, can not enter the Jingang Temple, even if the Nanguan country's Daguan Xiangui, still can not find this Mao, but this young man who looks like a weak crown, called Zhou Fei.
He is the fourth master of the world under the sun, a high-level martial arts, said that it is not too much to climb the peak, and the chess and calligraphy are all proficient.
Those women and women, like him, are absolutely true. Maybe they are forced to help at first. They have long been a favorite man, even a loyal woman who marries early as a woman and a husband, and is forced to give Zhou Fei or Chunchao Palace. Going to the mountains, but after getting along with each other, or just a few months, or as long as three or five years or even ten years, there is still no one, can not soften the truth of Zhou Feixin.
This book is a strange thing that can't be said.
At the bottom of the rivers and lakes, I always like to say that the "Mountain God King" of the Spring Tide Palace is a ugly ugly, or a violent murderer. It is not the case, regardless of the rivers and lakes, but only the woman who looks at him. Zhou Fei is not only romantic, but also looks young.
Zhou Fei smiled and said: "The father and son, the two are flying together, is it worth looking forward to?"
The old man sighed: "The golden body of Baihe Temple was hidden in the poor side. It was only after 60 years of Ding Shi’s departure. After reappearing in Beijing, he immediately moved to the Nanyuan National Palace. Zhou Donor, you are late."
Zhou Fei stared at the old eyes of the old man. After a while, he shifted the topic and asked: "I heard that there is a blue-green clothes floating around the capital. The naked eye can't see the baby. Are you seen by the old monk?"
Not waiting for the old monk to answer, Zhou Fei squinted and aggravated the tone: "I hope you see it!"
Killing the machine.
The old man is like a closed-mouth man, and it is also possible to weigh the pros and cons.
Zhou Fei, this person, once said that he wants to kill the Jingang Temple, it must be said that there will be no small sand or sweeping the floor.
Zhou Fei’s hearty smile, and he put away the rich murder that is like the essence.
The Nanhan’s Luohanjin body and Feitian clothes, Songsong’s bodyguards, and the knives that can break all the techniques. In the past 60 years, there have been four treasures in the world. If you are one of the ten people, the status is naturally more stable. The master who is close to ten is even more powerful. It is expected to squeeze out some poor luck. insect."
The old man was determined to put down all the burdens, and he looked calmly. The family often asked Zhou Fei: "Zhou Shizhu, in your hometown, is the Dharma prosperous?"
Zhou Fei pulled the corner of his mouth. "That's over, it's hard to say."
The old man asked again, "Some books contain the trivial words that you mentioned by the immortals. Those who speak well can start to burn Daze, break the mountains with a fist, and become a flying sword in one breath. A thousand miles away, the imperial wind swept across the ocean and was able to take the dragon with one hand, really?"
Zhou Fei is about to talk.
A white woman fluttered and fell directly to the outside of the Mao, and her face was scared. "The son was seriously injured in the side of Zhuangyuan."
Zhou Fei’s face is not happy,
What?

The young woman with a cold and moving face, screaming and screaming, trembled.
Zhou Fei mouth twitching, slowly reaching out, holding his forehead, "Lu Yan, Lu Yan, you are not only an idiot, but a waste, even my son can not protect ..."
On the forehead, the white palm is like a jade, and the five fingers are like a hook. It seems that I can't open my own cover.
Zhou Fei put his fingers up, patted his knees and slammed his sleeves backwards.
The beautiful woman who was squatting outside the house, rags, and flew out. When she waited for the landing, she was already broken in the air, and the woman behind her gave way, but many people were splashed with blood, but there was no One dared to show grievances.
"Not necessarily a bad thing." Zhou Fei breathed a heavy breath and smiled: "The old monk, let's continue to talk about us, after the chat, I will solve a little chores."
The old hoarse voice is speechless.
Zhou Fei is not very difficult, and asks: "How was it seriously injured?"
Only when she realized that the woman was dead, Zhou Fei explored the sleeves with one hand and quickly smashed it. It is the law that has not been recorded in all the doors of the world.
A woman's faint figure appeared outside the house. After death, she was still afraid of it. She was drifting to Zhou Fei, her lips were moving, and there was no sound.
But Zhou Fei alone is obviously "audible."
The old sighed.
There are people outside, there are days outside the sky.