Xu Qingyuan, who was waiting on the side with a sugar gourd, suddenly thought of something, leaned over and asked, "Senior brother, have I eaten the fruit I gave you?" Why did you buy so many sugar gourds. As he spoke, he quietly reached over with a free hand and pinched the waist of the senior brother, "It's going to get fat." ”

Not to mention, there is really no fat on the waist of the senior brother in one hand. I almost couldn't pinch it.

After Xu Qingyuan realized what he had just done, his face turned red all of a sudden. He was tempted to explain that he didn't do it, he didn't do it.

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Afraid of being disliked by his senior brother, Xu Qingyuan stood obediently to the side again, blushing and lowering his head without saying a word.

Ahhhhh

expression

"The deity remembers that you are the head of the family, give you some face, don't forget where you are, where you are, and don't forget your cultivation. "Hehe~ Beauty, don't you know why I have been in Yuanying for 300 years and have not risen?

And I'm just flirting, when have you ever heard that I owe a peach blossom debt? I just love beauty and won't do anything to her~

What's more, nothing will happen if you sleep~ (I didn't feel scared at all, and even wanted to laugh a little) Hearing Xia Shi's words, he spread his hands, sighed, and said, "You are still the same as always" After a pause, he said, "As for the title, whatever you want"

Looking at the interaction between the two people on the other side, he nodded as if he understood something, and said, "I can understand this kind of thing, after all, I have lived for a long time" After a pause, he suddenly said, "Ah, do you need me to leave?"

"The deity doesn't have time to know your private affairs, no matter who you are molesting, just look for your peach and willow green. Only I, Fengxian Valley, can't tolerate someone surnamed Xia to be presumptuous."

< Yan threw the person on the impatiens and wrapped them, pinched the trick and flew out of the valley. ＞

"The head of the Xia family is in trouble, the deity will send you. Gu Xiao, who was practicing his sword on the grass, felt a fluctuation of spiritual power that was wrong, and then looked up in the direction, and put on a sword technique to prepare for a counterattack. As a result, a flower is seen flying across the sky, and there is no tendency to attack at all.

Gu Xiao: ......

She put down her long sword a little embarrassed, and was about to put it away and go back to the cave when she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Gu Xiao......!!!!

Isn't that her master's Fa!!

Gu Xiao, who realized this, didn't say a word, and went directly to chase her master, and finally caught up, she reluctantly grabbed the corner of her master's clothes and asked, "Master, what's going on, are you okay?"

"Nothing, a prodigal son of the Ascendant broke in, and I sent him out. Peng Peng may be a little frightened, you can go and see her later. ”

"You're not the opponent of the prodigal son, don't go looking for trouble" Ah~~~ Xuanxun Pavilion didn't seem to have come at the right time (as he spoke, he walked to the street)

Lost again, huh? (saw the figure) Ah! It's big brother!

I've been looking for you for a long time, big brother, and I've finally found you! (to Xia Shi) Senior brother and sister...... It's really a very cute Xuanxun Pavilion disciple, clean and makes people can't help laughing. Ming Quliu inexplicably thought of a certain loose cultivation that made her break the white thing, although it was not as simple as this, but it was a bit similar.

"Then I'm looking for cool herbs, and I need some for those that have a refreshing effect. ”

Since she is familiar with this place, she should be able to find all the herbs quickly, and she will not be so poor that she even has the dangerous idea of returning to her old business.

"It's good to have a sect. Ming Quliu muttered in a very low voice. However, a yin poke and poke loose cultivation like her, who is almost a Buddhist cultivator, deserves it without a sect.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time there was a murderer who was good at poisoning corpses.

Everywhere he passed, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were floating all over the field.

He came from the Hall of Eternal Life, a well-known sect.

It has a common name, called the Demon Cult.

The murderer has traveled a lot, he has been scolded by many people, and he has been beaten by many people.

They all say that he is the devil, the devil of cannibalism.

Until one day, he meets the devil who is a real cannibal soul.

The devil was a handsome and weak young man.

The devil robbed him of what he ate.

The devil robbed him of his clothes.

The devil shouted to him: Kiss the little baby, feed me.

When the devil sat on the Taishi chair with Erlang's legs crossed and basking in the sun.

He had a knife in his hand, about to be placed around his neck.

"Kiss the little baby, is lunch ready?"

He threw away the knife in his hand.

"Alright, I'll serve it. ”

The devil loves to bask in the sun.

The devil loves to laugh.

The devil likes to call him a disciple brother, and the tail note goes up.

The devil dug him out of the pile of corpses, held his hand and wrote the name he gave him stroke by stroke.

"Empty Mountain. ”

"I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices. ”

"Jinkong Mountain owes 100,000 taels of gold to Hua Cishu, and he sold himself to pay off his debts. ”

"Hahaha, very good, very good!"

The devil laughed, shaking the knife in his hand for the first time.

I'm called the devil of cannibal souls, aren't I?

Cannibal souls, it's normal, right?

So don't be sad.

It's not that you eat their souls.

It's me.

I am the devil.

You don't have to grieve over the devil's deeds.

Don't cry, quit the tree.

You are mine, destined.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree. For the time being, everything is over, although he is about to set off to do new troublesome things, but there is also time to recuperate, this is the so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, obviously not even paid for day work, secretly complained about the lower limit of the lower underworld, and pointed out that Ran Meng's children know that they are enthusiastic about helping without asking for anything in return, and if they grow up, they will not suffer.

Watching the little girl run away seems to order a bunch of food, out of sight and out of mind, she will not be in danger in the underworld, I don't know why she is so relieved to float away and wander around at will. Since meeting Ran Meng, it has been a rare solo action time, after all, they have always been together. The ghost market is not inferior to the human market, but it is much more lively, there are many strange things, and there is a dragon roar in the air from time to time, which is deafening. frowned and continued to look at what good things were on both sides, and suddenly there was something in the eye, but because there was no prefectural currency, he stopped for a while and was driven away, after all, no one would burn paper money for himself, let alone dust to the ground. I didn't pay much attention to it, and walked through the faint yellow light, and the ghost market was very noisy today. Ah, I'm dead, but, why, I'm dead

Anyway, I'm dead, dead is dead, dead lala

So, what am I going to do?

I seem to have accepted the master's order to go ghost hunting, and then I met a group of people, experienced all kinds of things, saw the high and terrible building, walked across the bluestone bridge, watched the sunrise and sunset, ate big fish and meat, drank a big bowl of spirits, tasted Shaolin rice, and drank the world's purest eyes

By the way, I was a warrior monk in Shaolin Temple when I was alive!

I can speak well and strong martial arts, good use of long sticks, and I have also wandered in the rivers and lakes, although it is a pity to miss the Shushan wedding, but I have also had grievances and hatreds

Good poetry but not good sentences, good reason but not good writing, take a horse to step on the sunset and pass by

My life

Yes, I'm dead

It was only at this moment that I realized that I was dead.

I have seen Hades, and now I am living in the guest room, waiting for three days to be resurrected

Here's what I've experienced so far

So, it's better to sleep

I looked around at the smooth-looking white walls, as well as a bed

The wooden bed was covered with a mat made of bamboo

"The monk, as soon as his eyes were closed, his legs were swinging, and as soon as he lay down, a snoring sound came out of his mouth," said a later commentator

The monk's sleeping posture is not exaggerated, nor is it good-looking, nor ugly, it's just, it's very ordinary

Slightly open his lips, his face revealed peace, one hand on the bed, one hand on his stomach

The monk is really asleep, really asleep! There is no defense at all, and he is not afraid that someone will come to plot!

But is this really the case?

Actually, don't be fooled by the monk's baldness and innocent eyes, as well as the handsome face that is not in the Five Elements outside the Three Realms! The monk is very strong! The realm has reached the early stage of the fifth stage! Moreover, if you haven't seen a certain punch, then you must be confused by the bald head! As the saying goes, "I have become stronger, and I have become bald", in fact, the bald man is the strongest!

So, in fact, the monk is not innocent, but strong enough to be fearless!

"That monk is very strong," said a later commentator

So, what is the monk doing?

Of course, it's sleeping! Didn't you say it before! How happy it is to sleep!

Life is short, and you should be happy in time

So, is it true that the monk is just sleeping?

Of course not! How could it be? If so, then how can I get credits...... Ah no, how do you interpret and tell a story?

Doesn't that sound reasonable! I know you must be thinking!

Okay, let's get down to business, the monk had a dream, but it wasn't a big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, nor a dream under the cherry blossom tree, nor a dream of Red Mansions, but a ......

Sweet dreams!

What is a monk's good dream? Will I become a Buddha? Will I not go to hell, who will go to hell? Will there be great compassion for the common people in the world? Is the world peaceful and worry-free?

This may be a good dream for ordinary monks, but we are different!

The good dream of this monk is the dream of a beautiful woman with wine!

In the dream, the monk tasted the syrup of Jiudan Golden Liquid, Purple Red Huaying, and Taiqing Red Cloud, which was really the best wine and the strongest in the world......

"In the monk's dream, all he sees is fine wine and beautiful women, what do you think, is he chic? No, no, he has not yet met the meaning of life," said a later commentator

It would be great if the monk found the meaning of life

It's a pity that this thing has to be tempered and experienced a lot, so it's mostly yellow

The monk drank wine in a dream, got drunk, and then fell asleep in a dream......

The monk had a strange dream, in which there was a storyteller...... Storytelling......

"This time, let's continue the last time, how monks find the meaning of their lives."

"Earlier, we said that there is a very, very important thing for a monk that he wants to become stronger in order to do that."

"As for what that thing is, we'll know soon"

Later generations commented on the story on the stage, and the listeners listened attentively, still knocking melon seeds, with the bluestone wall and the sound of bicycles in the background

The only motivation for the monk to live is that incident, but that incident cannot be regarded as the meaning of his life

The monk is in the process of becoming stronger, and in the process of escaping from Shaolin and going out to the rivers and lakes in a chic and leisurely manner, he is looking for the meaning of his life......

"Poor monk, no friends," later generations sighed

......

Oh, my God!

Dare to say that I have no friends with monks!

I'm going to knock this monk to death........................

The monk fell asleep again......

What did the monk dream about this time?

That's tomorrow's dream...... [Yo, this is a good thing] As soon as he entered the room, Han Yuyan ran out and touched the bone jade that Gu Zijin had taken into his arms.

(Senpai know what this is?)

Gu Zijin was stunned for a moment, remembering that there seemed to be only a small part of this thing, at least he hadn't seen it on Senior Brother Zichen and Brother Prince.

[The good things that nourish the soul are useless to you, so this seat will accept it]

Really...... His strength is gradually depleting, although this is a sure situation, but now even a civil official in the underworld can faintly perceive his existence.

Maybe in addition to Qianxuan, the king of Hades, there are a few people in this underworld who can see his existence.

It's better to be careful these days.

Although Gu Zijin is dull, he has also had some speculation about Han Yuyan's identity for a long time, and now he has confirmed Han Yuyan's identity.

For thousands of years, the predecessors of the ascension could be counted with one pair of hands, and there was only one named Han Yuyan.

The third generation leader of the Illuminati Sect.

[You should take a rest today, the underworld is dangerous, don't run around]

Xue Yao nodded yes, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed, while Han Yuyan stuffed the bone jade into the "body", and also drilled back into Gu Zijin's body.

This bone jade is an opportunity......

That night, Gu Zijin slept very unsteadily.

Perhaps due to the influence of the power of the bridge before, he dreamed of many things that he did not want to recall.

Hunt and flee.

Farewell to death.

"Great Thursday Ryuko. Ji Zongjiao, assassinated, 薨

That's why there are only three princes in the Great Zhou.

The Third and Fourth Princes are twin brothers.

It wasn't the Four Princes who died at all.

The fourth prince died, while the third prince came back to life.

The cold rain in Gu Yan's body narrowed his eyes slightly, and he also began to sort out his memories.