Chapter 59: Go to sleep

Apricot flower alley Majia ancestral home, walking around the town of the golden armor God walked back to the yard, strange is such a big god, walking around, no one even noticed.
Juvenile horse bitter Xuan Zang was on the steps outside the door. After seeing this golden armor, he looked at his face. The Zhenwushan military monk asked: "How?"
The man of God has a golden armor, and the treasure is solemn. I only see his lips fretting. But Ma Xuanxuan can't hear any sound, and then he looks at the sword in the house. The latter sighs: "He said that your grandmother had too many rumors during his lifetime. Before the death, the three souls and seven souls have been with the body, like the wind and candle, so after your grandmother died, it is the soul of the life and decay, the town here is different from other places, naturally resisting ghosts, so he did not find you. Grandma’s remnant soul.

Ma Xiu Xuan's face is stunned, and he looks up at the and will growl: "I don't care what method you use, go to give me the grandmother's soul!"
Zhenwushan sword repair face changed dramatically, for fear that Ma Kuantan annoyed the true of this surname Yin, when he was about to stop the boy, the golden armor gods did not know why, even the East Baojuan official account said: "No Yes, it can't be."
After finishing this sentence, the mighty shrouded in the golden light will look to the Zhenwushan sword in the house, and the latter takes a deep breath and hands to make a scent, and will worship the gods in the courtyard. Every time I worship, there is a light golden color like hairline, which floats out from the cave of Zhenwushan Sword Mud Pill, and then gently inhaled into the nose by the golden armor.
After three times, the gods rose up and turned into a light beam to leave the world.
Zhenwushanjian repaired his face pale, moved to a chair and sat down, gently spit out a sigh of gas.
This is the real reason for the city's saying "please ask God to send God easily."
After the bitterness of the face, he turned and walked into the house, sitting next to the cold body, reaching out to grab the dry palm of the old man, staring at her face, the boy did not speak for a long time.
The negative sword man took off the tiger's waist, and the color was slightly faint compared to the previous one.
The man with a negative sword took a break and got up and did not walk to the juvenile. Instead, he sat on the threshold and turned his back to the boy. He said slowly: "Your grandma should be at the door, and I was slap in the face, and the strength was great. I was thrown into the house and died. Some words, you may not like to listen, but you should at least know the truth, most of the people who are shot are practicing the spirits, the shot is not known, and your grandmother's body is not solid, so it will die. Since it is a temperament shot, it is mostly related to the mud bottle lane Chen Ping and the foreign girl, or the young woman who was deliberately ruined by the water on the side of the bridge, in order to revenge. The former may Sex is very small, the latter is very likely, so you go to the funeral gang to kill Chen Ping, it is out of filial piety to your grandmother, but the cause and effect, but you never thought that you will go out, will Just someone is looking for it."
Ma Xiaoxuan trembled and stretched out a hand, gently rubbed against his grandmother's cheek with his back, high and swollen, and already appeared black and blue.
Younger young voice: "So I killed my grandmother, right?"
The man with a negative sword said: "According to the secular perspective, it is not. If it is..."
Ma Kuo Xuan is not willing to listen to this person again, stand up and smiled and said: "The massacre of the country can not be done, indiscriminate killing can not do, these things can not do, those things can not do! Then revenge killing, in the end can not do?!

Waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuixuan continued: "If I can't do this, then I am a soldier." Why don't I just be a big devil? Why didn't I agree with the Taoist priest? , what are you going to do?!"
The man hesitated for a moment and said: "As long as you can bear all the consequences, you can do it."
"Like today."
"And, in fact, some words may not have been thoroughly explained before. For example, this killing, in fact, everyone has a line, how many people can you kill, how many people I can kill, it is absolutely different. Not only because I am more than Your strength is strong, the realm is high, and one's heart is also very important. Maybe I killed a hundred people, all of whom are killing people, and you only killed two or three, so there are people who should not kill."
Ma Bianxuan suddenly smiled and said: "Kill not kill, how to kill, I ask you to do it, it is difficult to do it, you still need help! I almost forgot, I am not official Wushan disciple!"
The teenager looked down at the old man's face, then turned his head and yelled at the Zhengxian Eight Immortals table: "Go and lead the way!"
A black cat flew out from under the Eight Immortals table, and Ma Xixuan followed it to the outside.
Men don't care.
It is necessary to know that the country where the man is located has been in turmoil 150 years ago, the mountains and rivers are broken, the battles have been astounding for a hundred years, and the extent of the horrific people is overwhelming. The last ten million people, the last ten million people, wait until the new dynasty ends the catastrophe, only There are less than 800,000 households left. So many of the younger children in the end think that after all the people in the world die, they don’t need to be buried.
Men are one of these children.
The man slowly got up. Compared with the reminder that the murderer has been driven out of the town, he would like to ask the teacher to ask a question.
Why is the Buddha in Dongbaopingzhou, which has been in the millennium, and only a few small countries will regard it as a national teacher. In this small town, it is also the weakest, but the causal cycle is so obvious.
The soldier’s sword repair is far behind the boy.
Even if Ma Bianxuan is already a true Wushan disciple, men will not interfere too much with the teenager's personal grievances.
On the battlefield, the same life died together, and the practice was self-sufficient.
Of course, there is no absolute thing. Just like Ma Bianxuan almost died in the hands of Chen Pingan, the man saved the horse bitterness for two reasons. One is the genius that does not want Ma Kuixuan in his heart, prematurely died, hopes horse bitter Xuan can be in the real Wushan Mountain, both in terms of talent and temperament, to a higher level, I hope that the young can become one of the representative figures of the military, in the next big chaos, the splendid. The other is that Mr. Qi took the initiative to speak, saying that Ma Kuantu and Chen Pingan, two youngsters, will be divided into winners and losers, and they will not be born or killed.
At that time, he thought that Mr. Qi was worried about the fate of the mud bottle alley, and later discovered that it was not the same thing.
The man is far behind the young man, and after discovering that Ma Kuixuan has experienced the initial bloody, his footsteps are getting slower and slower, more and more relaxed, and finally he is like an ordinary teenager shopping. It was only when the black cat jumped from a roof to the shoulder of the teenager, then jumped to the ground, turned around and flew away, seemingly telling the teenager that he had found the target. After that, the teenager began to jog and changed his temperament again.
The spring rain is subtle, but it is to let the pedestrians in the street rush, not far to the point of hiding under the rain.
A pair of young men and women in clothes are walking from the Long Lane to the main street. It seems that they are all organic and full of joy. It’s just a teenager who taught them what they are doing for a good time. The teenager started running from more than 50 steps behind the two. When he was ten steps, he shouted aloud, and when the young man turned his head, it was the quick punch of Ma Xixuan.
Take a punch.
The young man flew out and fell heavily on the street. His body was slightly twitching and there was no sign of struggling to get up.
After a punch, the boy who landed on his feet just stood side by side with the young woman.
The horse bitter body shape was twisted, and the left hand lightning waved toward the woman's neck. The woman who was half a head higher than his head was stunned and was thrown to the ground by the boy's arm.
The woman’s head crashed into the muddy ground.
Ma Kuo Xuan stretched out a foot, stepped on the woman's forehead, staring at the dizzy face, bending down and bowing, said in the words of the Yan Yan: "I know that the murderer is not in the town, but it does not matter, myself Can check."
The young woman with excellent face, her eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, her nose and ears are bleeding and bleeding, and her face is scared to look down on the dark teenager.
The teenager’s face is stunned. "I am bitter and mysterious, and your martyrdom is broken. If you retaliate, even if I smash my knife, I will accept it, and I will never resent you. Even if you can’t revenge, I am in a good mood. Will let you go, willing to play with you a few times. In my opinion, the world should be so clear and refreshing."
The woman is estimated to be the pride of her own family. When she saw this scene, she was scared of the rain and the rain. It is estimated that even the fierce youngster said something can’t be remembered, just ask for mercy:
Let me let go, please let go. I, your grandmother is not killing me, I don’t know anything about it..."
The teenager gradually increased the strength of the soles of the feet and slowly pressed the side of the woman's head into the mud. "Do you know what I hate most about you? It is after the rumor, it can be so inappropriate! There is no sputum, no point at all... ..."
Juvenile speech with a cry, eyes with a bitter hatred.
The woman struggled to reach out and hugged her feet. Her eyes were full of pity and pleading. "Let me let go, my grandfather is the commander of the sea tide iron ride, I am his most beloved granddaughter, I can compensate you, you want What, I can promise..."
The teenager smiles and laughs: "Oh? So smart, I am the grandson of my grandma horse orchid!"
The boy suddenly raised his foot a little, and then the sole of the shoe was rubbed on the delicate cheek of the woman. "Is it a sea tide ride? Wait, I will play with you slowly."
The teenager put away his feet and turned to look at the left and right directions. On the left hand side, the Zhenwushan man stood in the distance and stood with a sword. On the right hand side, there is a gentleman with a paper umbrella, standing beside the poor pity that can't afford to fall, looking at the horse bitter.
Ma Zhixuan’s intuition tells himself that the guy with the umbrella is actually waiting for the woman who killed her feet.
Ma Bianxuan suddenly squatted down, the woman tried to escape, and the wet teenager was holding her neck. After the woman did not dare to move, the young man released his hand and patted the woman’s cheek with a palm and smiled. Staying, my name is Ma Kuo Xuan, I will definitely go to you later. And the guy who is not in the town, you must thank him, or our relationship will not be so good."
Ma Bianxuan finally spit on the woman's face.
The young man got up and walked to the Manwushan man and whispered, "Who is that person?"
Jian Xiu said: "It is one of the 72nd Confucian Academy, the future mountain owner of Guanhu Academy, called Cui Minghuang, and is famous for his life. This time it is also to get back the victorious things. The city is very deep, so be careful in the future. If there is no accident, you have been stared at him."
Ma Xiu Xuan frowned: "This person, the feeling of giving people with Mr. Qi Qi is very different."
Jian Xiu dumbly laughed and said: "Do you think that a few scholars can follow this heart like Mr. Qi?"
He hesitated for a moment, but explained: "The outside world has passed on Mr. Qi’s fall after his teacher’s defeat, and the realm has fallen and his mind has broken. So he promised to be taken to this small world, although he was always eroded by the pressure of heaven and earth, but he was able to Do whatever you want. I don’t think so."
Ma Kuo Xuan was not interested in these, turned his head and saw that the man holding the umbrella was beside the woman, it should be comforting and comforting.
Ma Kuo Xuan took back his sight and walked side by side with the men with negative swords. The young man’s footsteps were heavy and he returned to Xinghua Lane.
The man said, "You are not hurt physically. Don't leave dark diseases, otherwise it will hinder your future practice."
Ma Bianxuan reached out and covered his face with rain, and suddenly asked: "What is this small town for us?"
Jian Xiu replied: "Like the small creek outside the town, there is a mix of fish and dragons, there are shallow beaches with knees, and deep pools that are bottomless."
Ma Bianxuan asked: "In the past, foreigners came here to practice treasure hunt, drowning people?"
Jian Xiu smiled and shook his head. "It used to be almost impossible. It was a lot of joy and prosperity. This time is an exception."

Yang Jiapu, an English-looking girl carrying a teenager and hurried across the threshold, asked a middle-aged shopkeeper: "Mr. Yang is not here?"
The man saw the girl's extraordinary temperament, did not dare to neglect, nodded and said: "I just finished the medicine in the backyard, do you have something?"
The girl nodded and said: "We are familiar with Yang Laotou, and I want to ask him for a drug."
The guys hesitated for a moment, did not entangle, led them to the backyard of the main house, an old man is using the old cigarette rods to gently lie on the table, the corner of the room is standing far away from a man, is the gatekeeper in the east of the town, Zheng Guangfeng, a bachelor, may be a thing to drop a thing. Zheng Dafeng met Yang Laotou, but the atmosphere is not dare to breathe, and there is no usual slick and rogue owe to virtue.
Yang Laotou waved a cigarette rod, and Zheng Dafeng quickly slid out of the house and left with the store buddy.
Yang old man looked at the familiar teenager behind the girl, Chen Pingan.
At this time, Chen Ping’s lips were white and trembling, and his hands almost smothered the girl’s neck.
Yang old man stood up unhurriedly. After a hand, he took a cigarette rod and came to the girl. He looked at the boy and hoarsely: "How many times have you said that the more you are, the more you are The more you want to cherish the blessings, how, if you encounter some setbacks, you have to die and live. Then why didn't you follow your mother-in-law, isn't it more troublesome? You Yao is right, he always chanted at the age of three. When you are three years old, you are a long-lived one. Even if you teach you good craftsmanship, it’s a waste. You have to throw it into the soil early."
Ning Yao was stunned. In her impression, Yang Laotou should be a kind-hearted old man, smiling all day long.
Who ever thought it was such a bitter old man.
The old man sneered: "Is it very painful?"
Chen Pingan nodded slightly and could not speak.
At that time, after waking up in the back of the girl, it was probably that the effect of the drug had faded. In fact, it had already started to attack, but Chen Pingan felt that he could support it. When Ning Yao carried him to the vicinity of the covered bridge, he knew how to keep it. Then, Ning Yao even refused to take back the knife in the road along the stream, and hurriedly carried him to Yangjiapu.
The old man smiled and said: "It hurts, then you will suffer."
Then the old man blinked Ning Yao, not very airy: "Let him sit on the bench!"
The old man immediately shouted: "Give a little girl back, not too embarrassed."
Ning Yaoqiang resisted the anger and carefully let Chen Ping sit on the bench, but she just let go and the boy was crumbling.
Ning Yao just wants to reach out and help, although the young man can't speak, he still has eyes to indicate that she does not need help.
The old man took a sip of homemade dry smoke and looked at the young man's body and weather. He said: "It's a veritable broken house. Well, it's a matter of conscience."
The old man is indifferent to the bitter pain of the teenager. "What is the life of Liu Yuyang, what is your life, and I haven’t counted in my heart for so many years? He died once, almost enough for you to die ten times, know?"
Ning Yao really can't stand the words of this old man's yin and yang, Shen Sheng: "Mr. Yang, can you help Chen Pingan first?"
The old man was stunned and turned his head and looked at the girl. The cloud was light and asked: "What about your man?"
Ning Yao is glaring.
The old man no longer cares about the girl, turns back and looks at the teenager.
The old man fell into meditation on his own.
Finally, the old man pouted and sighed, using the old cigarette rod on Chen’s shoulder, and his arms and legs were twice.
Between the moments.
The juvenile was lying on his side with his elbows on his side and lying on the bench.
The old man shouted: "Sleep!"
Chen Pingan immediately closed his eyes and slept, and immediately screamed like a thunder.