Although Wang Anxu was panicked, his starry eyes were even more cowardly, looking at Mei Sanniang's almost death, he was afraid that his past deeds and public eyes would be exposed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mei Sanniang, you were originally a singer in the Qinglou in Hangzhou, that is, my Wang Anxu is not what it used to be, but he already has a family, and now he is separated by yin and yang, don't entangle me!" Wang Anxu's mind turned sharply, so he took the lead in opening his mouth to clear up the relationship, and splashed dirty water on Mei Sanniang's body.

Wang Anxu was a gentleman who seemed to be gentle and thrifty, but at this moment, he was even more righteous and righteous, supporting his old mother who had taken refuge in Buddhism, standing side by side with Chen Yuehui, and said with an impassioned and eloquent expression.

"Wang Anxu, you brute, I spared your life several times, and you slandered me like this......" Mei Sanniang was in danger of surviving, and she was indignant in her heart, seeing Wang Anxu's hypocritical face, she couldn't cry and said: "Wang Anxu, you coaxed me into losing my body with clever words, and I went to Beijing to take the exam but never returned......"

"I washed all the lead, and I never had the slightest disrespect for my mother every day, and I only looked for a husband after giving birth......"

"But you covet the powerful, and you can't drive me away, and burn me alive......"

"There is a god three feet above your head, Wang Anxu, after you die, you will definitely be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be reborn!"

In the tone and trembling, it was a hanging thread, and the anger was even more miserable, and the vicious qi dragged the yin qi, surging from all directions.

After blurting out these words, Mei Sanniang stared at Wang Anxu resentfully and helplessly, tears falling from her eyes, and she actually lost her strength.

The delicate body and the black skirt trembled even more, although the lonely soul and wild ghost were no longer in their bodies, and in the desolation, they were still powerless to stop, and the sad and desperate cheeks were rippling with tears.

"Sanniang ......"

The old woman Wang was also ashamed, hid her face and wept bitterly, and whispered in a sobbing voice.

Although Zhang Mochang is a person who is on the side, he climbs all the way to the position of the deputy hall master of the Dragon Palace, and he will not easily take risks, but he is embarrassed at this moment.

A few miles behind him is the city wall of Shuntianfu, and the national teacher's "Pudu Cihang" road is so high that it is naturally like a view of the pattern in the palm of his hand, and he can't lose the face of the Dragon Palace.

But with this place, it is not enough, this Qingtian swordsman Bao Wenzheng broke his own spirit rune formation with an understatement, if he wants to kill this Hanlin Academy, how can he stop it.

Wang Anxu climbed step by step to the post of editor of the Hanlin Academy as an ordinary scholar, he is a thoughtful person, seeing that this Mei Sanniang has exposed the ugly things of the past, but he is silent, and he stepped forward with his sleeves and said loudly: "Ridiculous! I, Wang Anxu, am a dignified editor of the Hanlin Academy, how can I let you talk and ruin my reputation!"

Wang Anxu reversed black and white in public, not without purpose, but with his own calculations, although the old mother licked the calf deeply, although she felt guilty, she would not expose the past behavior of her only son;

"You... You...!" Although Mei Sanniang was angry, she looked at the guilt-filled silence of the only old woman who knew about it, and Wang Anxu's wife was even more disdainful and disdainful, and her heart was extremely miserable, but she was speechless.

"Alas!"

The heavy sigh sounded, Bao Wenzheng shook his head and sighed after laughing dumbly, walked forward, looked at Wang Anxu who was like a crown of jade, sneered, and said disdainfully: "How can there be such a shameless person in this world?"

Although this Wang Anxu is full of words, Mei Sanniang is speechless, but in the eyes of Bao Wenzheng, it is like watching the fire, from the old woman's plea to leave Mei Sanniang's life, as well as the guilt on her cheeks at this moment, you can conclude that what Mei Sanniang said must be the truth.

In order to complete the task of the system, he first coaxed the fox demon of Qingqiu Mountain with the short Matsuoka study, walked on the rivers and lakes and coaxed Ji Qinglian into life and death, and coaxed the spring thirty Niang in Baimang Mountain to make a personal promise, and coaxed Mei Jiangxue and Yushu Villa to serve the two elders in Yangjiaao.

However, Bao Wenzheng never thought that it would cost the lives of these infatuated women to complete the task of the system, that is, the "demon wife and ghost concubine fighting Montenegro", and it was just a "battle"!

"Mei Sanniang, I'll give you another chance......"

Bao Wenzheng looked at Wang Anxu with a smile, but there was murderous intent and lingering in his eyes, and said: "If you want to take revenge, you can go yourself." ”

After that, Bao Wenzheng took a few steps forward to meet Zhang Mochang's side, looking at the defeated generals of his former subordinates with a smile, but he didn't say a word.

"Bao Wenzheng, do you know that this place is the Shuntian Mansion in Gyeonggi, and I, Zhang Mochang, categorically do not allow you to go wild with this place!" Zhang Mochang was bitter in his heart, and he could only shout loudly, hoping to get into the eyes of "Pudu Cihang" and come to subdue this lawless thief.

Bao Wenzheng saw that although Zhang Mochang was stubble, he seemed to have a fearless appearance, and it was clear that he was deliberately delaying time and waiting for others to come to help.

What's more, at this moment, helping the ghost Mei Sanniang to kill Wang Anxu was originally to provoke the master Lu Sanniang, so he pinched the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" between his fingers and unsheathed, and the crystal soft sword light rose, and Zhang Mochang was unscrupulous to kill him once he made a move.

The mantra of the "Heaven Splitting Sword Codex" when the imperial sword came in front must have made the master stunned and even more insightful;

Mei Sanniang slowly floated up from the ground, the black Luo skirt was swaying and "fluttering", and when the breeze blew, it was actually separated from a picture scroll, and the cheeks that were originally beautiful revealed their true faces.

It was a cheek that was burned by the flames, ugly and hideous, and the three-foot green silk loomed in the fluttering, and the ghosts floating in the black wind were even more creepy, Mei Sanniang smiled suspiciously, and slowly floated towards Wang Anxu, the scarlet ten fingers were even sharper, and the cold moonlight was even more cold.

"Sanniang, let An Xu go, kill me if you want to kill me......"

Although the old woman knew that her only son was deeply sinful, she licked the calf deeply, and tears welled up in her cloudy eyes, and she pleaded bitterly.

"If you want to kill, kill me, let me go!" Chen Yuehui was dressed in silk and satin, and stepped forward to block in front of her husband, although she was a rude daughter of an official eunuch, she was a husband and wife, and she would not watch this ghost ruin her husband's life.

In the cold moonlight of the bright moon, the vast clouds are very beautiful, Lu Sanniang looked at the outline of Shuntianfu with a solemn face, and although it seemed to be peaceful in the capital of Gyeonggi, that faint demonic aura was hidden somewhere, but it was faintly and the dragon qi lingering with each other, almost becoming one.

One step at a time, nine steps to become an immortal, "Nine Steps to the Sky" is the supreme learning of Emei Xianmen, and Lu Sanniang's Taoism today is beyond the reach of Bao Wenzheng, in the past, he relied on "Nine Steps to Kick the Sky" and "Sky Splitting Sword Codex" and Qingping Fairy Sword and the old demon of Montenegro face to face.

And at this moment, Lu Sanniang did not underestimate the demon of Shuntianfu at all, the light blue Luo skirt and the wind swayed, the hair and cheeks lingered, and the Qingping fairy sword under his feet was even more magnificent, and the sword went towards the sky above this Shuntianfu, intending to find the trace of this demon.

Once the dragon qi is stolen by this demon, the world will rise up, the country will not be a country, and there is no need for demons and monsters to wreak havoc, and it is a catastrophe for the people in the world.

As the Suncheon Mansion in the heart of Gyeonggi, it is still full of people at midnight, and there are warblers singing and dancing in the Qinglou wine shop, merchants wearing silk and satin are all pushing cups and changing lamps, and catchers in soap clothes are patrolling the streets with torches, and sometimes there are changfu banging gongs......

A temple of dozens of acres is located next to the palace, although it is still brightly lit at midnight, the blue brick glazed tiles are also shining, and the sound of chanting echoes, before the Pudu Cihang hall is the monk stopped, guarding the retreat place of the national teacher of the dynasty without moving.

And this Cihang hall is even more splendid, the rows of candles are often burning, the treasure of the solemn Buddha shines on the slender and recognizable, the curling sandalwood lingers, the benevolent eyebrows and good eyes of the Taoist monks sit cross-legged and in front of the Buddha.

"Lu Sanniang ......"

A trace of surprise appeared on Pudu Cihang's peaceful cheeks, and then the body gradually dried up, and in the robe, there was only one remnant of popularity, and in the long smile of the Buddha, it was even more weird and creepy.

At the same time, in the meditation room in this temple, there were originally high monks chanting sutras on their knees, and only robes and human skins remained in each of them, and the flesh and blood were gone.

Lu Sanniang's imperial sword flew over the Gyeonggi Shuntianfu, but his face became more and more suspicious, and Shicai's faint demonic aura disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't see anything unusual anymore.

"Spring Thirty Niang?"

"No, it won't be her ......"

"Who the hell is going to covet this dragon energy?"