Ling Bai, who is half a person in Buddhism, has some understanding of the dragon subjugation technique.

Jingyue's palm, which weighs as much as a thousand pounds, estimates the power of the elephant that has been trained into the dragon descending image.

Well

The power of the dragon, the power of the elephant,

As soon as you hear it, it is the standard configuration of the protagonist.

Ling Bai had the illusion that he had been reduced to a background map.

....

The pavilion flew away diagonally, and the green-robed Taoist sensed a new life, looked back, and was shocked, but his body reacted very honestly.

His sleeves swayed, his palms flew up, and he slapped at the wooden pavilion.

There was a loud bang, and sawdust flew sideways.

Under the internal turmoil,

The green-robed Daoist figure froze, and he fell from mid-air, and his steps unconsciously took two steps back.

"Brother Dao, misunderstanding, you don't have to stay for dinner, Poor Dao has to rush home to make a baby with his wife, so he won't accompany him?" He sighed bitterly, and his eyebrows were full of grievances.

Taking advantage of the moment to stop the green-robed Taoist, Jingyue had already flown forward and said with a slight smile: "Why do you need half a minute to make a baby? ”

"The poor road is weak and sick, so I have to go back to boil medicine to replenish my body, and I can only start making babies if I am well prepared. The green-robed Taoist accompanied the smiling face, smiled and looked at Zu Hongbo, who was surprised and inexplicable in the distance, and suddenly said with a straight face: "That person and I just met in Pingshui, and Poor Dao just passed by and wanted to ask for a bowl of water to drink, but he never thought that this dog official would entertain him with big fish and meat." Qianzhou coincided with a famine, and as a parent official, he was not considerate of the people, and he was so wasteful. Eh, if it weren't for the poor Dao's frail and sick, he would have accompanied his fellow Daoists to tie him up and send him to the vegetable market to parade the streets......."

After foaming at the mouth for a moment, the monk before the meeting was unmoved.

The green-robed Taoist couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and bit his tongue to force out half of the old blood.

Seeing this, the narrator grabbed his arm and exclaimed, "Husband, your body ......"

"It's okay.... Since Brother Dao wants to force Poor Dao to eat, even if Poor Dao is desperate to die, he has to make Brother Dao happy. ”

As he spoke, the green-robed Taoist took the woman into his arms, looked at her affectionately, and desperately squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Huh?"

Jingyue tilted her head and glanced at him, and threw a punch.

The power of the elephant on the first floor weighs more than a thousand catties.

The green-robed Taoist's face changed slightly, and he raised his palm to greet him.

"Boom"

The internal strength was mighty, and Jingyue smashed the Taoist out with a punch, and the sound of broken bones clearly spread throughout the entire courtyard.

The arm that the green-robed Taoist waved his hand also hung down, and at the same time, his legs were deformed, and his body obviously suffered multiple fractures.

"Ahem. ”

He silently spat out blood and said in a low voice: "Poor Dao boasts that he has never harmed anyone, but he doesn't want to be maliciously beaten and killed by people in the Buddhist sect, so it's just ........"

After that,

The Taoist closed his eyes and fainted.

The woman was prostrate beside her, crying in the dark, and the sun and the moon were dark.

hiss

Jingyue took a delicious breath and said to herself, "Could it be that the poor monk really beat the wrong person?" ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the water pavilion.

On the ground, the corners of the green-robed Daoist's eyes twitched slightly, and he half-squinted as Jingyue left.

"Husband, go?" asked the woman in a low voice.

"When the time comes, keep crying. He pursed the corners of his mouth, and his voice was like a mosquito.

The woman continued to weep and grab the ground.

In the distance, Ling Bai, who was smoking a cigarette and looking at the wind, couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Jingyue come back with a punch.

According to the previous assessment of the strength of the two of them, how could he beat Jingyue half to death, and finally he appeared on the stage with the appearance of the emperor and pushed 90,000 miles horizontally, turning the tide.

It's so easy to win, it's really boring.

Jingyue Dragon walked in front of Zu Hongbo and slapped him to the ground.

now

Zu Hongbo deeply felt what it means to be a 'useless scholar'.

Shaft dare?

Have the guts to have a bit of a tongue?

hehe

Jingyue obviously didn't have this thought, and kicked his foot in the lower abdomen again as she spoke.

One foot down,

Zu Hongbo clutched his stomach, and a burst of sour water erupted from his mouth.

The picture is somewhat inappropriate for children,

At least, in Ling Bai's eyes, that's the case.

What is the difference between spitting acid water and **? It is probably a horizontal mouth and a vertical mouth.

Jingyue, who didn't even beep and started fighting when he came up with two sentences, made Ling Bai very helpless, everyone has such a clear division of labor, don't rush to come, okay?

Ling Bai took another step back with a cigarette in his mouth.

Never mind

The gentleman does not move his hands.

"Do you dare to beat the imperial court officials?" Although Zu Hongbo was beaten, he had the temperament of a literati. He got up angrily, patted the dust on his body, looked upright, and scolded: "Which temple are you from? Believe it or not, this official gave an order, so that you have no temple to return to?"

"Huh?"

Jingyue glanced at him in surprise, shook her hand and slapped him again,

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This slap made Zu Hongbo's eyes glow, and his cheeks were sunken.

He shook his head and fell to his knees with a pop.

Looking at Jingyue's tall figure and handsome appearance, she doesn't look like the kind of fierce man who has practiced the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, but ...... He behaved like a fierce beast, and his bones and tendons would break when he was next to him!

Literati Popularity Festival..... Put it aside for the time being, it's important to save your life.

"Master, if there is anything wrong, please bring it up, and I will correct it. ”

.....

"Where's the relief food?"

"It's not there yet. ”

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Spank.

"Where's the relief food?"

"I exchanged it for gold and silver treasures, and I was ready to pay tribute to Governor Chen. ”

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Spank.

Zu Hongbo cried with a sad face, saying that he was fighting or not, he wanted to do it.

Dead on the street....

"Say, where is it?" Jingyue grabbed his collar and asked lightly.

"I'll take you. ”

Zu Hongbo completely lost his temper.

Ling Bai watched it with relish, but he always felt that it was almost meaningful, well, everything seemed to be too smooth......

What's the problem?

He pulled out a cigarette and put it under the bridge of his nose to smell the characteristic aroma of the tobacco.

Distance

A light flashed in front of the half-squinted green-robed Daoist man, and with a hehe, the bone joints of his whole body crackled, and all the previously broken bones were restored.

He straightened up with a carp, pulled the woman up, and as swift as the wind, leaped up, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

scold

It's kind of interesting.

Ling Bai spat out a smoke ring and shouted, "Senior brother, your people have run away." ”

Jingyue let go, Zu Hongbo fell to the ground as if his whole body was falling apart, grinning in pain, and next to him, his old father opened his eyes and grinned at him.

"Amitabha, it's the carelessness of the poor monks. ”

Jingyue saluted Ling Bai, her body was swift, and she rose into the air like a hanging vein and chased after her.

"I'm really not afraid of death. ”

Ling Bai muttered, stretched, and slowly walked to Zu Hongbo and squatted down.

He took a heavy puff of cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt that was about to burn out on his crooked face, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, donor, take the poor monk to get the property." ”