Think about the cliff.

A cold wind blows.

The wind is howling.

A certain white-bearded old man was in shambles, lying on a boulder, with his big buttocks.

Pitifully looked at the cave.

"Why hasn't this stinky boy come yet?"

"I've been working hard for so many days, I won't give up." "Hey, the current Huashan disciple has no perseverance at all, how to carry forward Huashan."

"I'm really worried about the future of Huashan."

Feng Qingyang licked his lips, took out a ceramic piece from his arms, stretched out his tongue and licked it.

There seemed to be a lingering scent of liquor on it, which made his eyes squint in enjoyment.

On this mountain, Zhente Niang is not a human life.

Why did the old man come from.

As...... Let's go down the hill at that.

The identity of the old man was revealed, and Yue Buqun did not dare to despise it.

Even if he dares to despise it.

Doesn't the old man Sword Sect still have an only son? He must be filial.

Yes, if you don't come today, the old man will go down the mountain. You kid is young, didn't you get hurt by Yue Buqun's dog?

Want to destroy the last single seedling of my Sword Sect?

That's right, the old man will go down and take a look and care about the younger disciples of the Sword Sect.

See he's okay...... The old man lived in seclusion again......

Feng Qingyang took out the ceramic piece again, and was about to stick out his tongue to lick it. Suddenly, his ears moved, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the mountain road in a daze. That expression is like a little daughter-in-law who longs for her husband's return.

I saw a white-clothed figure on the mountain road, carrying a wine jug.

Step by step.

The wind was clear, and there was a feeling of tears in his eyes.

Li Bubai stood on the boulder, overlooking the cliff.

Look at the clouds rolling in the clouds.

It's dark.

He looked again.

The wind was blowing harder.

He's still watching.

Feng Qingyang licked the ceramic piece anxiously, eager to kick Li Bubai down. When is the dog's thing, don't you go back to sleep with your sister, don't you know if your sister is waiting for you?

Look, look, look fart.

Can Baiyun have a woman's white?

Can there be a woman on the cliff who is more upright?

Quickly put down the wine jar and let the old man go.

Perhaps, hearing the sound of the wind blowing in his heart, Li Bubai finally put down the wine jar and turned to leave.

Feng Qingyang was excited, and was about to rush out, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

This kid, let go, let go.

This jar of wine is intact.

Moment.

A figure. 、

The vicious dog pounced.

Smack.

Pull out the cork.

Goo-doo.

Raise your head and pour.

"Hahahaha......"

"Cool !!"

Goo-doo.

"It's so delicious."

The wind is clear, hugging the wine jar, laughing.

Suddenly.

Puff !!

Feng Qingyang knelt.

Li Bubai was holding a rope in his hand, and Ning Zhong was holding a stick in his hand.

Yue Buqun grabbed the paper bag of sweat medicine with both hands.

The three of them walked side by side.

The wind was clear and confused, and he only felt that three figures were approaching, two white and one black.

A two-handed rope grabbing - is this white impermanence?

A two-handed grasp - this is black impermanence?

Wait, how is that white one holding the wooden stick, is it a soul-beating stick?

Boom.

Feng Qingyang smashed his head on the ground and was completely unconscious.

"Senior sister, knock on your head, don't pretend."

"Senior brother sprinkled medicine, this old thing has deep internal strength, so as not to sneak attack."

"Then, I'll tie up."

The two nodded, their faces serious.

Huashan thought about the cliff, and there was an old-timer hidden.

Hiss.

Looking at this person's age, his skills must be profound.

It's horrible, too.

If it is not good for Huashan, isn't it impossible to prevent it?

The two of them were frightened and looked at them seriously.

Shoot mercilessly.

"Senior brother rest assured, senior sister is awake."

"Drugged my brother, the fire is perfect, Xiaocui of Yihong Courtyard...... Ahem......"

The two stepped forward.

Ning Zhong looked at him fiercely, and smashed it with a stick.

Boom.

Li Bubai trembled, senior sister is too ruthless.

Yue Buqun raised his hands and stabbed.

The wind was clear and his face was white and gray.

"Senior brother, do it." "Tie it up, prepare an iron hook for my brother, and wear a pipa bone to rest assured."

"It's better to shoot the dantian directly, it's safer. Ning Zhongze's face turned cold, and he raised his eyebrows and said.

Raise the white jade hand, and you have to start.

Li Bubai's face turned white: "My Senior Sister Cao...... Stop? ”

Ning Zhong was upright, turned his head, blushed, bit his lip, and glanced at Li Bubai with smart eyes: "Senior brother is talking nonsense again, be careful of your skin." ”

Li Bubai: "Senior sister, don't be careful about my skin, you can't do it, this is Uncle Fengtai." ”

Ning Zhong's face stiffened, and his neck stiffened. The corners of her mouth moved, and she turned her head with difficulty to look, but saw a big bag on the back of her head. The corners of Ning Zhong's mouth twitched: "Wind ...... Uncle Fengtai? ”

Li Bubai couldn't cry or laugh, and nodded: "It's Uncle Fengtai, this old thing drank my wine, and he didn't come out to see him, it's just annoying." ”

Ning Zhongze: "So you, you are going to do this?" ”

Li Bubai: "Huh? I didn't do it? ”

Ning Zhongze: '......'

Yue Buqun: '......'

looked at Li Bubai, who was full of innocence, and then thought of his actions just now. even wanted to wear the pipa bone and scrap the dantian. The corners of their mouths twitched, their faces turned black, and their whole bodies trembled.

Okay, you're not white.

I'm a pit for everyone.

Too much for you.

Yue Buqun Ning Zhong wanted to cry without tears, thinking that this was the wind clear, the most amazing and brilliant predecessor in Huashan. Even the two of them admired it. As a result, he did this kind of thing to idols.

It's just ......

The two quickly looked at each other: "What now?" ”

"Will Uncle Feng wake up angry and embarrassed?"

"Senior brother, just ......"

Li Bubai was taken aback, I'm Cao, these two people are too fierce.

He hurriedly ran over and began to tie up.

"No, no, no, what do you think. Uncle Feng is a senior, how can he be so rude? ”

He tied Feng Qingyang's hands in front of him.

"Uncle Feng is my Huashan heritage, and I must respect him well."

Thread the rope through the shoulder armpit and then make a cross on the chest, splitting two quadrilaterals in front of the attack.

"Senior sister, senior brother, your idea is too dangerous. Otherwise, for Uncle Feng, we have to treat our parents with the same filial piety. ”

The rope runs through the thigh base and pulls it violently to cross it behind the buttocks. Wrap around the waist and then intersperse......

A moment later.

The strange wind is tied up strangely、。

Ning Zhong was dumbfounded, only feeling that the appearance of this binding was indescribably weird, inexplicably a little blushing, and his skin was itchy, as if he was going to encounter some misfortune in the future.

Yue Buqun's eyes lit up, and his excited hands itched. I only feel that the junior and younger brothers' skills are superb, and the means are superb, and such an amazing rope binding method can be thought of, if it is used on Xiaocui of Yihong Courtyard, it must be more charming and moving.

Wait a minute, you must ask your junior brother and learn to talk about it. In other words, it has been a long time since I took down the official Xiaocui. Hey, women are trouble, they ask about redemption at every turn, everyone forgets each other in the rivers and lakes, and misses seeing each other again, isn't it chic and natural, in line with the arbitrary style of the children of the rivers and lakes?

I don't know how long it took.

The wind is clear and you wake up, and then you are stunned.

Submit.

Look at the rope that runs through the thigh.

Look at the two quadrangular ropes at the intersection of the chest.

It feels like this ass is being split into pieces.

Feel the traces of pain in a certain crevice.

The wind was clear and asked the sky speechlessly.

Disciples are not filial.

When?