Legend of the Great Saint

Chapter 44—Zi Mo Mo Dust

Looking down from here, the ancient wind mountain city is like a ladder, row upon row of buildings, built on these steps, all of which are plated with a red light. !dankan wins the call)

In the streets of the staggered alleys, there are many people, merchants, early-selling, grocery-buying, and merchants who get up early, and they are all red.

Looking down from here, the horizon is wide open and the mind is also prosperous.

"The scenery here, is it so good?" Li Qingshan was slightly amazed, took a deep breath, hit a punch, and moved his hands and feet.

Inductive flow in the body, nine condensate pills last night, and a few more points, his refining two layers of repair, is gradually solid.

He was not in a hurry to practice the demon enchantress, and swallowed a lot of condensate pills.

Because the hunch will stay here for a while, the next condensate pill will be taken from Jiaping City. If you take a lot of medicinal herbs, it will lead to the lack of green and yellow, but it is not as good as this. The demon scorpion will naturally absorb some of the medicine.

From the room, he found out the old clothes of the original owner, replaced the black wolf suit on his body, then opened the door, walked down the steps, and ate a meal in a shop with the word "tea". special snack.

I felt that I had eaten a great dream of eating all over the world, and realized a small point. Then I continued to bend with satisfaction. He deliberately walked slowly and admired the scenery along the street.

I don't know how long it took him to calm down and do something like this. Since the beginning of the practice, the whole day has been urgently forced. Even if it returns to the world, it will be a constant change in the ancient city of Jiaping.

To punish and eliminate evil, to assassinate powerful enemies, to guard against enemies, even if you get some leisure, you must hurry to practice, do not dare to relax.

Almost as soon as I forgot the leisurely taste, I remembered the years when I was laying cows on Wo Niugang, looking at the mountains, blowing a flute, avoiding the embarrassment of my brother, and unconsciously it was an afternoon.

It seems to be two opposite lives, and each has a certain interest. But he still prefers the present life, and he will not miss the old things without illness.

Now looking at the noisy crowds in the market, there is already a gap between them. Although it is still the lowest level of the weakest, refining level practitioners, but also has irreversible differences with mortals.

The mortal is like walking on the ground, marrying and having children, oil and salt sauce vinegar, from birth to death. The practitioners are climbing one and never reach the peak of the peak. Every time you move forward, you can see new scenery, extend your life, and not be trapped by life and death.

Before the county, a notice was posted, and a literate singer was specially sent out. He read out loudly and informed all the land properties of Qianjia, and will start auctioning after seven days.

Hundreds of people have blocked the water in front of the county, pointing them out and talking.

Li Qingshan stood in the crowd and looked up at him for a while. The speed of the county’s reaction was fairly fast.

Then I walked out of the crowd, folded into a small bookstore, spent two or two silver, bought more than a dozen books, poetry, history, talk, all-encompassing. Then I went to an instrumental store and spent thirty-five and two silvers, bought two pieces of music, and a jade flute.

When he got home, he lay down on the wicker chair under the grape rack and opened a book and read it carefully. The sun has risen three times, and it turns red and white. Through the dense grape leaves, the tiny sunlight falls on the yellow pages and falls on his face.

At this time, he was exceptionally like a teenager, not a brave and fearless practitioner, killing decisive and mysterious guardians. Like a stone face, the upper corners seem to be blunt, and the sharp eyes that have always been like swords are also back in the sheath, becoming deep and clear.

The genus demon, in his body, slowly rotates, with the fascination that has never been seen before, the water vapor naturally comes in and wets his clothes.

His mind sinks into a big battle in the history books, and he is not aware of it.

A mood, a kind of practice.

When the bow is not in use, he will loosen himself from the tightness and adjust his body and mind. Only for the future, perhaps soon, will shoot a more powerful arrow.

Not everyone has such a leisure time. In a small town dozens of miles away from the ancient city, the town name Shangguan Town, named after most of the town’s surnames Shangguan.

Although there are rare surnames, this is not a martial family, but the people are just the most common people.

There is a family in the town, but because of a daughter named after the money, and from the ordinary people, it has become the premier giant of Shangguan Town, the powder wall Biwa, the servant is like a cloud, the daily songs continue, become the envy of the whole town. Object.

From the ancient city to Shangguan Town's official road, a black knight, riding a white horse, slowly moving forward.

Qian Rongyu looked far away from Shangguan Town, which appeared on the horizon. It was like a water-stopping heart. Suddenly it was a mess. He couldn’t help but hold the water-splitting spurs. The cold weapon brought her a little warmth.

The scorching sun, her eyes, with a hint of gloom, self-deprecating: "Qian Rongzhen, Qian Rong, you really overestimate yourself."

She was taken away from that home. After she practiced, she was allowed to go back to visit relatives by Qian Yannian. Later, she often went back and treated everyone in the family with great gentleness. She wanted Qian Yannian to believe that she was the old one. The sentimental part must make the money family convinced that with these people, they can control themselves.

Now, she has broken away from bondage, and those illusions have no meaning of existence. The heart is getting cold and cold, and it is time to make a break.

No one should be happy from her misfortune, no one!

Shangguanfu, Zhu Hong's portal hole is open, and blood flows out from behind the shadow wall.

After the wall of the shadow wall, Qian Rongqi holds the water stab, frowning and thinking. He is surrounded by a dozen bodies, guards, family members, prostitutes, and old mothers...

She can name each of them, but now they are all dead.

She continued to walk inside the house and saw more and more bodies. She came to the inner court and saw a lady crouching down. The original village woman now sneaked down on the expensive beadwork and wore it. The precious scorpion brought from the south, but has been mistaken by blood.

She could hardly remember the name of this lady because she was called "mother" for too long.

She felt that her heart was inexplicably sent, and she took a deep look and walked over from the body.

Then there are more familiar people, brothers and sisters.

Even at noon, the ancestral hall was still very dark. In the darkness of the darkness, many tablets were visited for the ancestral ancestors of the Shangguan family.

A gray-faced old-fashioned old man, holding a middle-aged man in a rich state, his cold and hateful eyes cast on Qian Rongzhen who came in and shouted: "Shangguan Rong, I know you will come back!"

Qian Rongzhen’s complex expression: “Three uncles!”

The old man is the nephew of Qian Yannian. After many years of martial arts, he finally broke through the innate realm and reached the double of refining. He became one of the masters of the money family. That night, he fled from Qianjia Zhengtang, and he did not choose to chase him. Only escaped a life.

Qian Rong said: "Is this all done by you?!"

The three uncles said: "Exactly, Shangguan Rong, you traitor, dare to mention this money, you kill everyone in the money, you ruin the money, ruin everything, I I don’t share the sky with you, but I am full of you."

"Yong, save me!" The rich middle-aged man trembled with his nose and tears, not knowing whether he was afraid or sad.

That is the person named father, Qian Rongzhen angry and eagerly said: "Hey, I will save you, Qian Haode, you let me go!"

Qian Haode said: "Do you know that you are afraid now? You are a slut! Give me a weapon, kneel down!" When Qian Rongyi hesitated, he crushed the shoulders of the rich man, and the man screamed. Drinking the way: "Not yet!"

When he snorted, Qian Rongzhen left the water thorns and squatted. He stepped forward and mourned: "Please let me go!"

Qian Haode’s face was filled with crazy smiles. He was not willing to kill her. Not only did she have to destroy her, but she also tortured his closest relatives in front of her.

Qian Rongqi took another step forward, and his right hand grabbed it backwards. He really rolled back the water stab and returned to his hand. From the bottom up, he leaped up and slammed it to Qian Haode.

Qian Haode took the rich man to his eyes as a meat shield, blocked him from the rigorous and grasped the shoulder of the other side of the man, only waited for the money to retreat, then he smashed his hand and ordered it. This monk regrets everything she has done.

Suddenly, I felt that the chest was cold, and Qian Rongqi didn’t mean to stop. The water stab penetrated deeply into the meat shield, and the tip was introduced into Qian Haode’s chest. It turned into a blue mansion and passed through.

"You..." Qian Haode and the rich man looked at Qian Rongyu with incredible eyes, and saw the mourning color on her face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ disappeared without a trace, became Calm and content.

Qian Rongxiao smiled and said: "It is still difficult to kill you."

Qian Haode said: "Shangguan Rong, you... you poisonous woman, you don't even let your loved ones!"

Qian Rongzhen ordered: "I don't call Shangguan Rong, my name is Qian Rongzhen! My loved ones are almost dead, and you are left. From today, I have no relatives." She jerked Take out the water stab.

Qian Haode and the rich man, while falling to the ground, Qian Rongzhen did not look at the rich man, took a treasure from the body of Qian Haode, sweet way: "Thank you three uncles." That well-behaved girl.

Qian Haode reluctantly raised his hand and gathered infuriating. He shook his head without hesitation without hesitation: "You should not be polite with your nephew."

"Tolerance, save... save me!" The rich man reached out with a hard hand and grabbed the clothes of Qian Rongzhen.

"who are you!"

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