Let's say that as soon as the morning arrives, the Shaolin Temple arranges the scenery of the conference in all directions, and sets up a stage and drums to be lively. Let's look at the front of the Shaolin Gate, one side is seven or eight zhang long and wide to build a platform, a piece of good carpet Pucheng, and the pillars used to build the platform are also rare good wood, and the breeze blows a good fragrance of Sanskrit sound.

When turning to the time, a kind of warrior monk in Shaolin Temple is majestic, standing under the stage, beating drums and roaring, thinking about the thunder for a time Shaomu Mountain, up and down, inside and outside the rivers and lakes people come one after another.

The famous Shaolin faction is in the center, Wudang, the beggar gang, Huashan, the black tiger village, sit on the left in turn, and see a team of yellow-clothed people on the right side of the stage, it is Chen Youliang's fierce general Peng Ze Yasha Zhang Bixian but saw this person dressed in green shirts and caftan brown, a group of people dressed up in rivers and lakes, the top of the head is slippery, the skull is like a mountain peak and potholes, it is very strange, the top of the head is sparse and sparsely long a few dark red hairs, the eyes are deep-set, the face is blue, and a tiger's mouth is alive like a yaksha.

This person's surname is Zhang Ming, and he is notoriously arrogant and domineering in the rivers and lakes, because he has to be the first to be the first everywhere, so he changes his name to Bixian! But he relied on Chen Youliang's momentum and did not dare to sit in the first seat set up for the Ming Sect Xiao Ming King, and he was indignant in his heart, and he had a conspicuous expression on his hideous face.

In turn, there sat a pair of blue-clothed soldiers, blue and platinum, and the sergeants were clean. The leader is a white-faced scholar in the prime of life, with a deep and lofty spirit, and a long beard with his own romantic attitude. This person is a powerful person under Zhang Shicheng, surnamed Ji Di, known as Qingqiuzi in the rivers and lakes, and he thinks that he is an idiot with poetry and swords.

When Gao Qi was young, he loved to lobby in the rivers and lakes, and when his temperament came, he killed a few Tartars to help the fun, and the rivers and lakes were quite chivalrous.

Looking further back, I saw a few strong men in linen scattered all the way, with patches, led by a man dressed as a Taoist priest, a lupine scarf, and a demeanor Angrang is Zhu Yuanzhang's strategist Liu Bowen and a white-faced and short-bearded man, surnamed Tang Ming and the word Dingchen, Zhongli from Haozhou, with a long knife on his belt, is Zhu Yuanzhang's righteous army all the way.

At that time, the martial arts in the world were all looking forward to this Ming Doctrine Army, Han Lin'er, but they did not see King Xiao Ming and others arrive for a long time. Everyone talked and discussed, but it was noon, and it was not yet there, and the people in the rivers and lakes and this Peng Ze Yaksha Zhang Bi first heard the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra singing, and the peach blossoms in the sky were like flying flotsam, and a group of beautiful women flew from the sky.

Listen to a soft man's laughter: "Hahahaha..."

These short-sighted sixteen or seventeen-year-old curly girls sprinkled flower petals, spread out the flower path, and Han Lin'er, the king of Xiaoming, staggered, and came.

The people in the rivers and lakes all bowed down and stood up, bowing and bowing: "Meet King Xiao Ming!"

But seeing that Han Lin'er was very arrogant, and took Liu Futong to sit in the seat of the guest of honor, he said: "Okay, okay, people are also here, delaying along the way! Old monk, why are you holding such a conference, hurry up and say it!"

Chen was three years old and sat on the main seat, and when he saw Han Lin'er talking, he hurriedly went to worship, very complimentary, and after a set of greetings. Got on the stage and said: "

All the heroes in the world, all the heroes, today's visit to the Shaolin Temple really makes our Shaolin Temple shine! Hahahaha, today our heroes gather for righteousness, not for anything else, just this Jiuding thing!"

Li Tianmu said: "Hahaha, the three-year-old master of Chen, you have wasted so much effort to hold this conference, hurry up and tell us what this Jiuding is, and what you want to do with us!

Let's say that as soon as the morning arrives, the Shaolin Temple arranges the scenery of the conference in all directions, and sets up a stage and drums to be lively. Let's look at the front of the Shaolin Gate, one side is seven or eight zhang long and wide to build a platform, a piece of good carpet Pucheng, and the pillars used to build the platform are also rare good wood, and the breeze blows a good fragrance of Sanskrit sound.

When turning to the time, a kind of warrior monk in Shaolin Temple is majestic, standing under the stage, beating drums and roaring, thinking about the thunder for a time Shaomu Mountain, up and down, inside and outside the rivers and lakes people come one after another.

The famous Shaolin faction is in the center, Wudang, the beggar gang, Huashan, the black tiger village, sit on the left in turn, and see a team of yellow-clothed people on the right side of the stage, it is Chen Youliang's fierce general Peng Ze Yasha Zhang Bixian but saw this person dressed in green shirts and caftan brown, a group of people dressed up in rivers and lakes, the top of the head is slippery, the skull is like a mountain peak and potholes, it is very strange, the top of the head is sparse and sparsely long a few dark red hairs, the eyes are deep-set, the face is blue, and a tiger's mouth is alive like a yaksha.

This person's surname is Zhang Ming, and he is notoriously arrogant and domineering in the rivers and lakes, because he has to be the first to be the first everywhere, so he changes his name to Bixian! But he relied on Chen Youliang's momentum and did not dare to sit in the first seat set up for the Ming Sect Xiao Ming King, and he was indignant in his heart, and he had a conspicuous expression on his hideous face.

In turn, there sat a pair of blue-clothed soldiers, blue and platinum, and the sergeants were clean. The leader is a white-faced scholar in the prime of life, with a deep and lofty spirit, and a long beard with his own romantic attitude. This person is a powerful person under Zhang Shicheng, surnamed Ji Di, known as Qingqiuzi in the rivers and lakes, and he thinks that he is an idiot with poetry and swords.

When Gao Qi was young, he loved to lobby in the rivers and lakes, and when his temperament came, he killed a few Tartars to help the fun, and the rivers and lakes were quite chivalrous.

Looking further back, I saw a few strong men in linen scattered all the way, with patches, led by a man dressed as a Taoist priest, a lupine scarf, and a demeanor Angrang is Zhu Yuanzhang's strategist Liu Bowen and a white-faced and short-bearded man, surnamed Tang Ming and the word Dingchen, Zhongli from Haozhou, with a long knife on his belt, is Zhu Yuanzhang's righteous army all the way.

At that time, the martial arts in the world were all looking forward to this Ming Doctrine Army, Han Lin'er, but they did not see King Xiao Ming and others arrive for a long time. Everyone talked and discussed, but it was noon, and it was not yet there, and the people in the rivers and lakes and this Peng Ze Yaksha Zhang Bi first heard the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra singing, and the peach blossoms in the sky were like flying flotsam, and a group of beautiful women flew from the sky.

Listen to a soft man's laughter: "Hahahaha..."

These short-sighted sixteen or seventeen-year-old curly girls sprinkled flower petals, spread out the flower path, and Han Lin'er, the king of Xiaoming, staggered, and came.

The people in the rivers and lakes all bowed down and stood up, bowing and bowing: "Meet King Xiao Ming!"

But seeing that Han Lin'er was very arrogant, and took Liu Futong to sit in the seat of the guest of honor, he said: "Okay, okay, people are also here, delaying along the way! Old monk, why are you holding such a conference, hurry up and say it!"

Chen was three years old and sat on the main seat, and when he saw Han Lin'er talking, he hurriedly went to worship, very complimentary, and after a set of greetings. Got on the stage and said: "

All the heroes in the world, all the heroes, today's visit to the Shaolin Temple really makes our Shaolin Temple shine! Hahahaha, today our heroes gather for righteousness, not for anything else, just this Jiuding thing!"

Li Tianmu said: "Hahaha, the three-year-old master of Chen, you have wasted so much effort to hold this conference, hurry up and tell us what this Jiuding is, and what you want to do with us!

Let's say that as soon as the morning arrives, the Shaolin Temple arranges the scenery of the conference in all directions, and sets up a stage and drums to be lively. Let's look at the front of the Shaolin Gate, one side is seven or eight zhang long and wide to build a platform, a piece of good carpet Pucheng, and the pillars used to build the platform are also rare good wood, and the breeze blows a good fragrance of Sanskrit sound.

When turning to the time, a kind of warrior monk in Shaolin Temple is majestic, standing under the stage, beating drums and roaring, thinking about the thunder for a time Shaomu Mountain, up and down, inside and outside the rivers and lakes people come one after another.

The famous Shaolin faction is in the center, Wudang, the beggar gang, Huashan, the black tiger village, sit on the left in turn, and see a team of yellow-clothed people on the right side of the stage, it is Chen Youliang's fierce general Peng Ze Yasha Zhang Bixian but saw this person dressed in green shirts and caftan brown, a group of people dressed up in rivers and lakes, the top of the head is slippery, the skull is like a mountain peak and potholes, it is very strange, the top of the head is sparse and sparsely long a few dark red hairs, the eyes are deep-set, the face is blue, and a tiger's mouth is alive like a yaksha.

This person's surname is Zhang Ming, and he is notoriously arrogant and domineering in the rivers and lakes, because he has to be the first to be the first everywhere, so he changes his name to Bixian! But he relied on Chen Youliang's momentum and did not dare to sit in the first seat set up for the Ming Sect Xiao Ming King, and he was indignant in his heart, and he had a conspicuous expression on his hideous face.

In turn, there sat a pair of blue-clothed soldiers, blue and platinum, and the sergeants were clean. The leader is a white-faced scholar in the prime of life, with a deep and lofty spirit, and a long beard with his own romantic attitude. This person is a powerful person under Zhang Shicheng, surnamed Ji Di, known as Qingqiuzi in the rivers and lakes, and he thinks that he is an idiot with poetry and swords.

When Gao Qi was young, he loved to lobby in the rivers and lakes, and when his temperament came, he killed a few Tartars to help the fun, and the rivers and lakes were quite chivalrous.

Looking further back, I saw a few strong men in linen scattered all the way, with patches, led by a man dressed as a Taoist priest, a lupine scarf, and a demeanor Angrang is Zhu Yuanzhang's strategist Liu Bowen and a white-faced and short-bearded man, surnamed Tang Ming and the word Dingchen, Zhongli from Haozhou, with a long knife on his belt, is Zhu Yuanzhang's righteous army all the way.

At that time, the martial arts in the world were all looking forward to this Ming Doctrine Army, Han Lin'er, but they did not see King Xiao Ming and others arrive for a long time. Everyone talked and discussed, but it was noon, and it was not yet there, and the people in the rivers and lakes and this Peng Ze Yaksha Zhang Bi first heard the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra singing, and the peach blossoms in the sky were like flying flotsam, and a group of beautiful women flew from the sky.

Listen to a soft man's laughter: "Hahahaha..."

These short-sighted sixteen or seventeen-year-old curly girls sprinkled flower petals, spread out the flower path, and Han Lin'er, the king of Xiaoming, staggered, and came.

The people in the rivers and lakes all bowed down and stood up, bowing and bowing: "Meet King Xiao Ming!"

But seeing that Han Lin'er was very arrogant, and took Liu Futong to sit in the seat of the guest of honor, he said: "Okay, okay, people are also here, delaying along the way! Old monk, why are you holding such a conference, hurry up and say it!"

Chen was three years old and sat on the main seat, and when he saw Han Lin'er talking, he hurriedly went to worship, which was very complimentary, a set