Don't underestimate the things that are in charge of the overlapping and resentful line.

However, all the beginner monks of the Heavenly Sect who have received the mountaineering classics of the cultivation world are in charge of the Overlapping Hatred Lineage.

Therefore, the incense of overlapping hatred is the most causal.

Most of the monks who are in the same vein are more popular in the Litian Sect, and they belong to the kind that is loved by both his grandmother and his uncle.

Of course, this is naturally the Yiyun lineage with the worst popularity among the Heavenly Sects.

But this can also be understood, if the palm law has that good popularity, then it will be worth it.

Every time we practice the law, we have to weigh whether there is incense between the two of us, and whether this incense can be used as an offset.

Yin Pi naturally heard the old shopkeeper's inquiry, but these secular people under the mountain who did not have the slightest cultivation were really inferior to ants in his eyes.

The monks on the mountain, but between the palms of five fingers, cut off the river and intercept the stream, and use two fingers as a sword to split the mountain and cut the mountain, although he can't do these skills, but it is not a matter of time.

What are these ants in the world down the mountain? In his eyes, it seems that they are nothing.

Although he is now just a mortal with no cultivation.

However, away from this secular mustard seed realm that inhibits cultivation, he Yin Pi is still the dragon in the clouds on the mountain, covering the wind and clouds.

As for the current small restaurant, in the eyes of those worldly mortals under the mountain, it may be in an extremely remote location, but in the eyes of these mountain monks who have temporarily lost their mountain skills, it can be said that it could not be better.

Otherwise, Murong Yu, who was drinking sullen wine and had a great name on and off the mountain, and the man in white who seemed to be waiting for someone, as well as Yin Pi, who had just stepped into the restaurant and was pretentious, and the woman of the Si family who did not show the dew, would all gather in the secular restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

What kind of mountain wine is not on the mountain?

Or is this child of three of the six main veins of the Heavenly Sect too idle?

Or is it a coincidence that there is no one in ten thousand, so that these fellow brothers who have rarely met together in their own sect for many years have taken on the word accident?

Although he has the advantage of the first dynasty under this mountain, he Yin Pi is the first time to come to this mountain world.

Naturally, it won't be a whim of the heart.

It's like the one opposite, the man who is the same generation as him and is a sworn enemy, is different.

Cao Meng picked up a bowl of wine, put it to his lips, and squinted at the strange new man and woman.

Yu Guang glanced at the centurion on the side that had not yet covered the heat, and the standard waist knife.

He Lao Tzu went to the border to pass the dart, and exchanged his life for money, but he was unlucky and died early.

If you don't rely on the old Li in your mouth, a little more and less silent funding, not to mention Cao Meng, a centurion who is still a majestic now, just be able to see his old man a few years later.

If it weren't for such overt and covert reasons, wouldn't he Cao Meng not secretly find the widow of the Beicheng royal family that he had in mind on the eve of departure, and eat and drink in this small restaurant that seems so remote and so small now.

The old shopkeeper also glared at Cao Meng as fiercely as he had for Xiao Li Yu before, and warned him not to come wantonly.

Cao Meng, who received the light in his eyes, did pretend to be fine.

But the wine at the corner of his mouth is drunk in one go.

It's just that Cao Meng, who doesn't have any wine left, has a lot of wine beads on his black-haired beard at this time.

Yin Pi didn't ignore the old shopkeeper before, but in this small room, except for the mountain monk of the same generation as himself, he Yin Pi ignored everyone.

Including the old neighbor of the old shopkeeper Li Mo, and the one who entertained a distant cousin of a small official in the border city who had a small power to climb up.

With some kind of undisguised eyes, he looked at the woman in white beside the man with moles on his eyebrows, who seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally pulled a short distance or two from the man in front of him.

The official, who had a mustache on the corner of his mouth and was about fifty years old, looked at the woman in white with undisguised eyes.

The petty officials are probably accustomed to being majestic in a small yamen dominated by him, and they really can't think of anything that he can't do in this small restaurant in the streets and alleys of a remote city.

It's those things that he can do when he can't do them.

It's all about learning that can't be learned from books.

The eight-character Hu official drank a small sip of wine full of taste, but the wine was not the lonely smoke of the very holy in the restaurant, so the taste was still a little worse.

glanced at the woman, and then looked at the person in front of him who was looking for his own errand, which was impossible to think of at all, and he couldn't be a distant relative far away.

There are thousands of Paul in his eyes, all of them are human spirits who have been crawling around here for an unknown number of years, how can he not understand the meaning of these two eyes in succession.

The old neighbor of the old shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, this "big man" he invited was eighty percent of his idea on the woman in white who looked like she was born extraordinary.

Li Mo's old neighbor couldn't help but sneer at the eight-character bearded official opposite in his heart, although he didn't know the origin of this woman who was the word Tianxian, he knew one thing.

The biggest official I've ever seen in my life, the city lord, but I don't have a lady or aunt like this.

For no reason, I remembered a rough saying in the border gate, the toad wants to eat swan meat.

It's just that the man who is nearly sixty years old and still has to worry about his unsuccessful son sighs deeply, and he wants to ask the other party to find an official identity for his son, even if it is smaller than sesame grains, but now it seems that it is only yellow.

A woman in a white dress, the old man looked at it for fear of tarnishing something, how could he still have some crooked brains.

What's more, if his old man really had such a heavenly ability, how could he ask for you? I am afraid that he would already be a guest of honor in the city lord's mansion.

Cao Meng, a man who wanted to draw a knife and was indignant, was very sober after a bowl of wine.

The six main cities in the border area, and the three major military towns responded to the call, with a total of 50,000 border rangers.

Linguan City was divided into a full 6,000 troops.

The six thousand rangers are all border warriors who are skilled in horse kung fu and have knife skills in their wrists.

He, Cao Meng, is also one of the six thousand conscripts, and he is a recruit.

But why can he Cao Meng stand out among these six thousand men who are also not weaker than him Cao Meng, in addition to his Cao Meng's ability to be not weak on the surface, there are more twists and turns under the horse.

is just like the truth that the one who took a fancy to Cao Meng said with a smile: You Cao Meng is really a talent who can embroider.