readx;? Mao Er looked at the old man with a solemn face and a pale face, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, isn't it just a broken prayer post, is it necessary to do this?

He hates those who have read books the most in his life, others are good, he can't see what's good, even if it's really good, he can't see it. When he was in www.biquge.info winery, he also learned to keep simple accounts and collect cash. If he had a little more money, he would have to count his fingers for a long time. Not to mention the so-called calligraphy, the old man is a silver hook iron painting, and he doesn't understand the tiger bone dragon tendon. Why write a few words to close the matter of tigers and dragons?

"Uncle Shi, is it that powerful?" Mao Er muttered. "Isn't it just a few words, what's there to see?"

"You know a fart! You need to know the word like its person, this word has thousands of weather, sometimes righteous and majestic, sometimes strange and changeable, so you can know that this life is extraordinary, unpredictable!" the old man turned his head and glared and scolded.

"Cut~ I don't understand it in the first place, the characters of Douda are still less than a basket, what do you let me see?" In fact, Mao'er's biggest regret is that he hasn't read a book, he hates readers, it's just jealousy, but he knows that those martial arts cheats have to be read to understand.

The old man stroked his forehead and sighed, "The erector can't be taught!"

Mao'er was immediately unconvinced, her neck stretched out, and she was even more like a fighting rooster, "Old man, I treat you as my elder, call you a senior uncle, why don't you treat my Mao'er as Mao'er, I won't give you wine if you do this again!"

The old man rolled his eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to do, he really wanted to scold, but when he thought that the wine sent by Mao'er was indeed a good thing, he could only cough dryly, "That, Mao'er, you, it's hopeless for Wuwen to get ink, but as long as you behave well, the future is limitless when we ask Tiange! After all, you are still young!"

"That's a good thing, I'm born extraordinary, my roots are wonderful, no matter what I do, I'm an unprecedented character. Mao'er's chest was straight, and her body stood as straight as a sword. A touch of pride floated on his cheeks, thinking in his heart that this Wentian Pavilion was not bad, even if they were discerning, they would not let him be dusted in the floating world.

The old man almost didn't stand firm, but his mouth said, "Yes, Mao'er is very right, you are such a talented person, you should take on the responsibility of asking Tiange Zhongxing." ”

"I will definitely live up to the trust of my uncle and ancestors! With your words, when you die of old age, Mao'er will also go to the grave to burn paper and send wine to you!" Mao'er was happy in her heart, and suddenly slapped her chest with a shocking sound. The old man on the side had a purple face, but in the end he just smiled stiffly.

"You are so filial!"

"By the way, Uncle Shi, what should I do with this post, I have already given it to you, and I won't mix the rest!" Mao Er took two steps back, looking like he had nothing to do with himself, and he looked like he was hanging high, which made the old man grit his teeth secretly.

"It's not something you can do to meddle in this matter, you go down the mountain first!" The old man waved his hand, he really didn't want to look at Mao'er more, the words were not big, they were not light or heavy, if they were a different person, he would have been thrown down the mountain by him a long time ago.

Watching Mao'er bounce down the mountain, the corners of the old man's eyes twitched, but then he looked back at the worship note in his hand. Suddenly his head hurt even more, His Royal Highness the Prince of Beicang didn't want to stay in Cangzhou anymore, study the art of war and political dignitaries, don't want to inherit the unification, don't want to fight for hegemony in the world, why did he come to Qingliang Mountain if he had nothing to do. In the eyes of others, Su Yuelin's identity is prominent and noble, but in his eyes, it is a mess of trouble that can move and run. It's terrible.

He thought to himself that it would be better to find a master, if His Royal Highness the Prince of this world was lucky enough to pass through the many passes, it would not be a big deal for them to use treasures such as the armillary sphere according to the agreement, even if the price was not, it might be possible to make a good relationship with the future lord of Beicang, and it could be regarded as a good fate. But if Su Yuelin was allowed to die on Qingliang Mountain, according to Su Wei's temperament, he would not be able to use the troops of Beicang and forcibly demolish this place.

Su Yuelin has a good voice in the post, everything is voluntary, life or death. But if you really want to lose your life, wouldn't it be yellow mud falling off your crotch, it's not and! If Su Yuelin wants to be reasonable, they can naturally be reasonable, but how can Su Wei be a reasonable person, he can kill people when he is unhappy. What's more, he also heard that Su Wei had long been unaccustomed to this Wentian Pavilion, if he coincidentally took a baby pimple's life, then Qingliang Mountain could shovel you to the scum.

The old man is ridiculously high on this Qingliang Mountain, and there is a Chrysostom ancestor above him. He is the closed disciple of Chrysostom Old Ancestor. In the past, he could call the shots, but today's matter is simply related to the luck of Wentian Pavilion. They specialize in the business of stealing the heavens, how can they not know that luck is an ethereal thing, but it is a fatal thing at a critical moment. They asked Tiange to steal the creation of heaven and earth, the most incompatible with heaven and earth, if it weren't for the ancestor master's hands and eyes to the sky, forcibly plundering the luck of a state, the dragon under the mountain, this is the dark dragon, and then take the water of the dragon king river, and construct a feng shui pattern to make a bright dragon. One light and one dark, double dragons play with pearls. This so-called pearl of the play pearl is the treasure of the town gate, the armillary sphere. In this way, forcibly blinding the Heavenly Dao and stealing the Heavenly Machine, without damaging the luck of the sect.

But in recent years, the days of Wentian Pavilion have not been very good, as the flow of the Dragon King River has become more and more, the general pattern of the two dragons playing with pearls has become more and more unstable, and I am afraid that in a few decades, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress the dark dragon that has been taoguang and obscure. In fact, in recent years, the dark dragon has been ready to move, and has made waves several times, and the people in the inner door of the Heavenly Pavilion have even failed to deduce the heavenly machine because of this, and they have also suffered backlash. Of course, there are a few people who know about these things. After all, if the sky is going to fall, they have to be tall people. Those generations can only live under their wings, and this is also to prevent this secret from being leaked. So this is a pain for him, there are already a lot of troubles, and now there is a troublesome Beicang Shizi. It's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God, the key is that they didn't invite it at all!

The old man walked absentmindedly on the road, scolding and scolding in his mouth, where is there still the bearing of a grandmaster, just like the angry daughter-in-law. Chattering all the way, those juniors hurriedly avoided when they saw it from afar. Anyone who has two eyes that are not used for eating and drinking can see the clues, this deputy pavilion master is obviously in a bad mood, how can anyone go down his road without opening his eyes. But there are no absolutes, or there is really one that you can't open your eyes.

The deputy pavilion master was worried in his heart, where did he have the heart to pay attention to the road, and then he suddenly felt that he stepped on something, and almost fell to the ground, and before he could start scolding, there was a "cooing" rooster cry under his feet, and then a figure flew over from not far away, scaring him and almost jumping.

Frightened, he looked down and saw a young man pounced on the ground with a chicken in his arms. The young man looked sickly, weak, and pale, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. On the contrary, the big chicken in his arms is strong and powerful, shrewd and powerful, with shiny claws and beaks, yellow feathers, and a magnificent spirit like a famous general, and his whole body is covered with golden armor. The feathers are trembling, and there is a posture of looking at the world. His eyes are as bright as a child, and his voice is clear. It's a god chicken, but it's just a chicken. The deputy pavilion master was actually so angry at this time that his chest and lungs were about to explode.

It doesn't matter if everything doesn't go well, but everything doesn't go well. It's okay if it's not going well for a while, but a lot of things are blocked at this time.

"Master, don't hurt Jin!" The young man who was still lying on the ground spoke, his voice was gentle and good, but he felt that he was a little lacking in qi, and he couldn't help but pant for breath in a few words, and he was born deficient at first glance. In the world, it must be a sick and short-lived ghost, and he will definitely not live long. And this young man was too blind, he didn't take the master who was already in an extremely bad mood and was almost angry at this time to heart, and he didn't have the mood to look at the purple face on his master's face. is still tirelessly inspecting the rooster that was almost stepped on by the master over and over again.

"It's sick!" The deputy pavilion master's voice was already low to a terrifying level, but the disciple in front of him was the disciple he liked the most and was the most competitive, so he was still struggling to endure it. Otherwise, with his fiery temper, he would have stepped forward and kicked people and chickens away.

The illness has gone up the mountain early, and since following the master, he is smart and studious, diligent and practical, but his body is weaker. Except that this kid likes to raise chickens, there is really nothing that disagrees him. The sick and loving chickens are well-known in Qingliangshan, especially the chicken in his arms, which is thousands of times more painful than his daughter-in-law. It is also because of his incomparable intentions that this chicken is very extraordinary, more and more meteorological, and more and more spiritual. It's just that today it's obviously not the right time for this chicken to come out, and as soon as it comes out, it can be a collision with the angry deputy cabinet master.

The old man's face was pale, it turned out that his position in the apprentice's heart was not as good as a chicken, "I think this chicken is looking for death! Even I dare to rush!" His voice was already trembling, and the acquaintance had already knelt down and begged for mercy. But the illness is no longer an acquaintance.

"Ah, master, how can you blame Jin! It's just a chicken!" But these words fell into the ears of the old man, that is, if you don't blame the chicken, do you want to blame me, it is a flat-haired beast, then am I not even as good as a beast?

"Do you know what you are?" the old man's face began to return to normal, anger turned into goodness, and the real anger did not flow into color, the internal organs were like torment, and the mind was as calm as a pool. This is what his anger really looks like, and at this time, he definitely has the courage to kill people if he doesn't agree with him.

The illness was already a little confused, and he looked up at his master, and saw that the master's face was the same, and he was relieved. He was often taught by his master to learn to read words and looks, and he knew at a glance that the master was not angry, so he was reassured. "Uh...... I know...... Master, you are an adult, you have a lot, naturally you will not put a chicken in your eyes, doesn't it offend you?" The disease has picked up the rooster, sat on the ground, he dotingly reached out and touched the head of the big rooster, the crown was as red as blood, and the momentum was really good. Where is this kind of appearance that a chicken should have, if you really let the disease continue to be raised like this, I really don't know what it will be. The chicken didn't appreciate it, and shook its head to avoid his claws. He glanced at the sick quite impatiently, and then raised his head again, staring at the old man who had stepped on it very unceremoniously, which was almost a success.

"It's sick! Is this chicken every day no matter morning and evening, no matter whether it's warm or not?" He has long known that he has raised a chicken from illness, and it looks a little extraordinary, but he also knows that this chicken is completely neurotic, sometimes screaming in the middle of the night, or roaring at noon, but he will not make a serious noise, which becomes a joke. Being called a dizzy chicken, in fact, is also a satire that the disease is already a dizzy chicken, there is nothing to do, why do you want to raise a chicken. It's not that he is not doing his job, but what he is doing, so the old man is even more dissatisfied in his heart.

Illness is a young man he focuses on cultivating, not greedy, not angry, not arrogant or impatient, how can he lose his mind because of this chicken plaything, and lose his roots.

"That's right...... When Kim can't tell the difference, he likes to scream, I'll teach you well!" After all, he raised a chicken, but he couldn't even play well, and it was a shame to go out, but he would teach, although every time he climbed to the edge of the chicken coop and learned to crow a rooster, Jin Du also looked at him with an idiotic look. Maybe what I think in my heart is, you are a good person, why do you have nothing to do to rob me of my job, what an idiot!

Sick has never been angry, even if Jin is disgusted with him all day long, he will always eat half of the delicious food, and then carry half of it in his arms, and then bring it back to Jin!

"Dispose of this broken chicken yourself, I have to see the chicken at night, if you can't see it, you can go down the mountain!" said the old man suddenly, with great calm.

He said, "Okay, okay!" but immediately reacted again, "Master, you want to kill Jin? Don't! You have a lot of money, why bother with an animal?" So as soon as he pounced, he hugged the master's feet. The old man was expressionless, and he jumped out from between his arms, how could his thin arms and legs hold him.

The illness had already seen the back of the master in the distance, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears, and then looked back at Jin, who looked high, and whispered softly, "Jin, you have made me miserable! I will kill you!"

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The old man left from his illness, he knew that his disciple listened to him the most on weekdays, although he did a little too much today, and he took the apprentice's baby bump with the knife. But the illness will definitely not disappoint him! After all, he is also for the good of his apprentice.

He suppressed the thousands of thoughts in his heart, came to a peak, and looked up at the peak was foggy, and above the higher sky, there was a huge black cloud vortex, like a funnel plunging straight down from the sky, and there was a thunderbolt flashing on it. He shook his head helplessly, the two characters on the peak were immortal-like characters to him, even if he was his own master, he could still see it on weekdays, although he had not reached the peak on the way to martial arts, it was not far from each other. But the other giant, he still doesn't know his identity.

That person just popped out suddenly, and what was even more strange was that on the day he came, it was the ancestor of Chrysostom who went down the mountain to greet him. Just thinking about it makes me feel chilling, and listening to the master's martial arts has reached an impossible state. He didn't know what it was not, and the master didn't go into detail. But one thing is certain, that is, this person is much more powerful than the master.

The wonders on the mountain are also thanks to these two, according to the two of them in the next game of chess, he has already been scolding his mother in his heart, who has ever heard of chess can play such a game of heaven and earth upside down, unpredictable? The most powerful game of chess he has heard so far is the new chess saint of Yin and Yang Dao 180 years ago, in the tide viewing pavilion by the Qiantang River, put a game, invite the old chess saint. So on the day when there should be no tide, the tide of heaven and earth was triggered, and it continued for five days, and it was spread as a lie from then on. Although this is the case, who knows whether it is true or not. Anyway, the two generations of chess masters are dead, and even if they don't die, they don't know where they have gone into seclusion, and there is no way to confirm it!

But now there is such an incredible game in front of him, but he can't be happy at all, if these two people don't care, they can't raze Qingliang Mountain to the ground. Now it's really an internal and external trouble!

He moved to the mountain, he really didn't want to run to this mountain without anything, only those who have been here know that this place is terrible. It turns out that these two old madmen are not simply playing chess at all, and they use the method of deducing the heavenly machine to fall into the game, not looking at martial arts, everything depends on the accumulation of the two of them in the heavenly machine. Otherwise, there would not have been that kind of strange scene of heavenly power! The last time he came, he was chased by lightning for half an hour. He was hacked to death. At this time, I am still scared when I think about it.

Sure enough, when I came to the mountain, I heard someone talking from a long distance, although I couldn't see clearly through the fog, but the sound was still clear.

"I look at this game, we have at least half a month! This is just the beginning, and you are about to be killed by lightning! How do you let me play?" a voice laughed, and it seemed that seeing the other party being struck by lightning was very relieved and enjoyable.

Sure enough, there was another voice that was extremely angry, "Why, why, we also deduce the heavenly chance, but the thunder only splits me?

There was a loud bang, and a dark blue thunderbolt descended from the sky, heading straight for the sound!

"Cut! stupid, you are dressed in gold and silver, who will you cut if the thunder doesn't split?" a voice replied lazily.

"Damn, I see, why aren't you early!"

There was a rustling sound of throwing objects, but it didn't take long for another thunderbolt to fall, and this time the man couldn't dodge it and was slashed.

"Why!" the voice was reluctant and weak!

"Who the fuck called you poor, with a mouthful ......of big gold teeth!

The deputy pavilion master was already in a cold sweat standing in the distance.