The storyteller seems to have nothing to do, and he still opens the book today, but he says that he doesn't have the flavor of weekdays, although he doesn't have the heroic spirit of the past, but he has a little more ups and downs: "The previous article continues, saying that the sky is dark when the fake walker and the true walker fight, regardless of victory or defeat, the demon mirror of the King of Tota can't be distinguished, the eyes of Guanyin can't be distinguished, and the truth of the underworld can be recognized, and he doesn't dare to say it." In the end, I went to the spiritual mountain of my Buddha, which led to the life experience of the fake Wukong..... The good walker took a stick on his head, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens had no time to stop him, and the six-eared macaque was beaten and killed. When he finished reading the book, someone familiar asked him where the little monkey was.

The storyteller also became interested: "The old one kills the brain, and tomorrow I will change it to a new one and bring it to you to see" Some of the people took it seriously, some knew that he was so witty, some knew that he didn't avoid drinking, but he didn't get any meat, and some simply saw him rob the monkey once, and knew that he took this little monkey treasure very much.

The words were divided into two ends, the fat man was cooking in the house, and when he saw the person who came, he smiled all over his face: "Senior brother, how about tasting the food I cooked." Nie Hou only said that the fat man thought he was a storyteller, and he didn't say anything, and secretly buckled the iron rod under the table.

I didn't want to, but I was hit first. The fat man wiped his face, and his body shrank sharply by seventy percent, and he turned into the true practitioner: "Evil barrier, is the iron stick yam made by your grandfather delicious?" I guessed that you were going to attack my brother, and your grandfather had been waiting for a long time. "The two of them are about to fight, Nie Hou secretly said that it is not good, this time I am afraid that I will even fold the capital in it.

Encouragement called, only to feel the crescent wound on the shoulder, the rod in the chest, May Day did not hurt, but came to the spirit, thinking that the storyteller's injury that day was not worse than himself.

The outcome of this time is not yet known. I saw that Nie Hou's right shoulder was like a snake, and the arm that had been injured by the fat man's design before was completely freed from the constraints of the joint, and the offensive was even more tricky.

In the impossible way, strange tricks were repeated, and Sun Dasheng was shocked and strange. After more than 40 rounds, the good walker also adapted to his rebellious style of play, and the two of them fell into a stalemate again.

Nie Hou Jiuzhan saw that he couldn't take it, and he was afraid that the helper would find him, especially the fat man who would not lose a penny, so he thought that he would attack the fat man first and let him be injured, how cowardly this fat man was all the way to the west, if he was injured, then he would not be afraid, and he could concentrate on cleaning up Sun Monkey.

But at this time, the plan had failed, and he didn't understand that he was a fat man's calculations. If he comes again, he is afraid that he will fold in it, deliberately sell a flaw to lure the storyteller to attack, eat a stick and take advantage of the danger of the stick to force out of the battle to leave, the storyteller does not chase, the thin man just broke out of the roof, the fat man squatted on the eaves is a rake, the thin man flew fast, and the leg was still scraped off a piece of the boss's flesh.

Reluctantly made a move and fled. The strange thing about this battle, the bizarre way to go, in fact, is also the fat man's strategy, he knows that the fisherman does not leave the water, and the encounter can lead people to fight like water, if someone follows the water, the fisherman's ability to be in the water can be compared with himself, and he explained the water body in the river in case of trouble, and found the nearest land when there is a movement.

I turned into a storyteller to tell a story, let the real storyteller become myself, and did not leave the house, the storyteller's desk and the fat man's house were all spells that two people worked together to use mana to blind others to explore.

Thirty-six changes, plus seventy-two changes. Even if the six-eared macaque came again, it would be enough for him to drink a pot.