Sword of Coming

At the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, it was a magnificent waterfall.

It is only now that Longxu should be called Longxu River, and Tiefu River was changed to Tiefujiang.

In the night, there is a stunner woman with a golden sword and a sword standing on the blue stone cliff at the junction of the river and the river. The young woman is very good, and her clothes on the chest are high, and she can’t look down on her toes. So that the golden silk thread of the group of swords, it is so above.

She is the close-knit prostitute around the niece, although very beautiful, but there is a vulgar name of a rural village woman, Yang Hua.

The woman first throws the Dongbao Pingzhou sword intermediate weight, which is called Fuxi, into the river.

She took a deep breath and began to undress. One piece faded and was thrown into the water of the iron river.

In the end, she showed a flawless, white and flawless perfect body, bathed in the moonlight mist, setting off her more scent.

Then step out, slender, and fall straight.

She wants to enter the water into a god.

The woman Yang Hua, who has already received the imperial court order, will become a river **** of the Iron River tonight.

The county of Daxu Dynasty is divided into large, medium and small, and the river is also the same. The river under the river is the lowest water transporting god. Even if the imperial court seals the gods and sits on the waterway of the town, they will only be given the name of the river, and they will not be sealed. For the gods, the rivers above, each divided into the middle and lower third, etc., Longxu River now rises two levels, that is, from the stream to the medium river. There is no difference between the rivers above the river, and now the Iron River has become a big river.

It is only the two rivers connected by the end of the Iron River and the Longxu River. They are not built for the time being, and they are not plasticized.

Everything is simple.

The two new Jinjiang River gods are not familiar with the name of Longquan County, in which the iron is the **** of the river, called Yanghua.

Compared with the thunder and heavy rain of Jiangshen, the Daxie court sealed three orthodox mountain gods, namely Phiyun Mountain, Dianxiang Mountain and Luoyi Mountain.

The ritual of the gods, the mighty voice, the sacred sacred decree of the emperor, the sage of the sages to help announce the opening of the altar, the contents of the ceremonial clerk, the "buried gold jade" of Mr. Qingwu, the local parents, the county magistrate of Longquan County Hey, unveiled two statues of clay sculptures, etc., a series of red tapes, not bad at all.

The mountain **** of Dongbao Pingzhou is divided into five gods and gods, the general mountain gods, the land, a total of three floors, the common land of the common people, is similar to the official field alternate.

Generally speaking, the peaks of the mountains, even if they have passed the millennium millennium, the scale is finally a fixed number, so the land mountain **** is difficult to promote in the original place, but it is not absolute. If there is a high-ranking person who is practicing in the land, he is finally The imperial court is heavy, and it becomes a national prince and a true prince with a status detached. It is possible that the chicken and the dog will ascend to heaven. After all, the mountain is not high, and there is a fairy.

One of the mountain gods in Luoshan Mountain is especially eccentric. It only knows the surname Song. Compared with the other two statues of the whole body, this mountain **** statue has specially created a golden skull. The rest of the clothing is painted, and no gold powder is applied. It is rumored that this was the secret of the court.

Among the turbid rivers, the top of the head is the raging waterfall that crashed down.

The tip of the woman's one foot, gently stepping on the hilt of the rare Taoist sword, the golden sword spike like a vine, I do not know when to gently wrap her ankle.

Have a sin.

The eyes of the woman with closed eyes are slightly trembled, tears slowly flow out of the eyelids, at the bottom of the river, the tears are naturally fleeting.

Even if she is born with a different body than ordinary people, she has been close to the big river since she was a child. When she was young, she had a priest who found her home and gave her a character. She said that she would easily attract all the things in the water, so it is best not to be alone near the water. Especially the place where the rootless water temporarily gathers. The girl surnamed Yang Minghua gradually grew up, and she was quickly brought to the side of the goddess by a big singer, and she took the water method and cultivated it into a realm. It may be practiced for three years. It takes a hard time for others to spend 30 years or even longer.

But it really forced her to embark on this "no return" reason.

To know that it is a matter of becoming a river **** and a river god, it has always been regarded as a "broken road" by the orthodox martial arts. It is not a long-term right path.

Imagine a Changsheng Bridge, knowing that it collapsed halfway, so that people can't reach the other side, so what is the Longsheng Bridge?

Her heart is clear, this is called guilty.

Because she obtained the approval of the Beijing-style sword, she succeeded in controlling Fuxi before the young sword repair of Liu Leiqiao.

After getting this big opportunity, her cultivation is all the way up, just when she feels that the five worlds are just around the corner, but at the same time, the successive bad news comes quietly. First, the goddess needs her to take out the characters. Sword, handed over to the town of Zhuozhu twice to open the dragon station. Then the sword that was handed over to her hand was already in a fragmented situation. What else can she do? One is a maiden who recreates the same kind, and the other is a sage who is worshipped as a guest. She has to bite her teeth to accept the result, but she never thought of it. The emperor took the next order and temporarily sealed her into an iron charm. The water **** of the river.

Among the rivers, the woman who stepped on the sword hovered silently, just like a **** standing on the shrine.

She abandoned all distractions and began to calm down and sigh with her hands, not moving.

She first fell off the root of the blue silk, dissipated in the river, and passed away.

Immediately after the flesh and blood of the body, a little bit melted.

Severe pain, not only from flesh and blood, but also from the deep sorrow of the soul, so that the woman who is not secluded by the sorcerer, the fascinating fleshy body is still trembling.

Shaped and sold!

In the end, the woman squatted for a really true embarrassment.

The water surface is boiling and the steam is rising.

The sword that was half-destroyed at the end of the river was always in the bottom of the river, but it was faintly visible. The horror bones of the woman's form began to shake. If the water plants were erratic and fragile, it seemed that they could be washed away by the river at any time.

On the occasion of the millennium, the golden sword spike of the Taoist sword of the Taoist school, a golden silk thread, began to emit golden light, not only the women’s ankles were tied more closely, but also slowly climbed upwards and finally, finally Stuck at the knees of the white bones.

This allowed the bones to stabilize their body shape, helping her not to be abandoned by the mysterious spirit of Jiang Shui, and completely reduced to the lowest level of water ghosts.

Condensing the divine, reshaping the golden body, the body is a pseudo-holy.

I saw the top of the white bone and began to give birth to the first hair.

It’s not the long crow's cyan hair of Longxu River, the old man, but the pale blond hair. The root hair appears on the white bone, and it grows more and more, eventually gathering a long golden hair. Long hair, very gorgeous.

This is the image of the "rain teacher" that has been in trouble for a hundred years!

The gods of the river under the sun, regardless of their size, are attached to the earth after all, and they are steadily flowing. The rain guard, who has almost disappeared in Baojuan, can be regarded as the **** of heaven. Although the rank of the rain teacher will not be much higher than that of a river, the difference is just like the swordsman who is the usual swordsman. The combat power is actually very different. It is a bit like the official position of the Langzhong, who is the old man in the officialdom. The weight of the man is much higher than that of other big officials with the same rank.

Da Luo Jinxian, which is respected by Taoism, Luohan Jin of Buddhism, a revered clay body of the world, and the so-called golden branches and leaves of the secular dynasty.

Among them, the golden body of the gods is actually a false finger. It is not that the gods have truly achieved the golden body. The golden body of Longshixi’s river is actually just a golden light. The woman, who is full of blond hair symbolizing the qualification of the rain teacher, has a world of difference.

The woman began to recover her face.

White bones raw meat.

Finally, when she blinked, she had already won the previous appearance.

A blue dress with a condensed river and water, wrapped her tempting delicate body.

She slowly moved forward, like a flat, breathing freely, and made her feel more heart-felt than practicing in the abundance of Dongfu.

The woman raised her hand, and the sword, which had never been squirted, jumped out from the bottom of the river. She was held in her hand and crossed in front of her. She gently pulled out the sword and stared at the shocking cracks, like a The scars on the face of the beauty make people regret that it is pitiful.

Yanghua, who has become a great **** of the Yangtze River, has turned his wrist and will erect the sword, and look down at it. He stares at it only when it is sharp and does not reduce it. He said softly: "There is only you in the end, I will never give up on me." ""

Fu Jian is slightly trembled, and the aura is exhausted, such as the old man on the sickbed, with no anger.

"I won't dislike you, break the road, we will go to the end together."

Yang Hua lowered her head and slightly crossed her cheeks. She cut a blood trough on her face with a sharp edge and saw the bones deep.

The iron river is flowing, the water is getting more and more powerful and violent, and there is no sorrow.

The world is guilty of sin.

People in the world, with a weapon, killing themselves!

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On the back of the green cow on the shore of the Longxu River, the old man squatted on the stone cliff and smoked smoke. The edge of the stone cliff was carefully sitting on a "young woman" with hair drooping and extending into the river. Nowadays, she is promoted to the orthodox river **** recognized by the Daxie court. She has been able to go ashore briefly in this way. Don't underestimate this small step. The river of Hepohe, let you practice for centuries, still have powerlessness.

The woman with long hair covered with water below the stone cliff is alive and well: "Xian Chang, you can't have a river temple with my horse orchids? Even a small temple with a big bit is big."

The old man swallowed the clouds and sneered, and smiled and said: "On the reputation of your bad street, I still want to have a constant incense. I am afraid that there are only a few large tanks of saliva. Besides, do you think that you can enjoy the incense and sacrifice? A thing that lies on the side of enjoying happiness and not doing anything?"

The woman smiled and said: "Xian Chang, you know that I am a woman who has a long hair and a short village. You said to the old man, lest I have made jealousy and annoyed a big man. I am not afraid of being beaten. Adding trouble, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart."

When it comes to the long hair, the woman’s eyes linger in the blue silk, and her heart is slightly self-sufficient.

My hair is long, but it is really long. In the town, those short-lived mother-in-law who are pregnant in the town, some people in their forties, have already gray hair, can they compare with themselves? On identity, on the bottom of the family, what do they take to compare with their own gods?

The old man slowly said: "When the temple is together, the altar is standing, the incense burner is swaying, and after the first musk is ignited, you are really living with this water and soil. For example, two earthquakes were transmitted from the town of Red Candle, Longquan. The county is also following the ground and shaking the river. The river is swaying. If you have a site and a clay sculpture, then you will suffer the impact of this vibration."

Although the woman pretends to nod and agree, she may not agree with her heart.

The old man was expressionless, holding a cigarette rod, and the free hand was gently glimpsed on the stone cliff.

The woman was covered in flesh and blood for a moment, and she fell into the river. She tried to mourn under the water, and her body was mad and twisted.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and slowly said: "Why does Shanshui Zhengshen choose to follow the mountain kings and help balance the mountain people? In addition to the source of the incense, a mountain god’s fight will affect the rise and fall of the air transport. It is also the key. Who is willing to be precarious, maybe tomorrow will be the golden body, and the day after tomorrow will die in the world?"

"In addition, the folk customs, culture, education, and military ethics of a place will also affect your way, or subtle, or sudden changes, and will not be transferred by the will of the gods. The former is a blunt knife. Cutting the meat, the latter, is a curse from the sky, you, cherish the current leisure scene, this is the real happy and happy like a fairy."

The woman no longer dared to go ashore, and the white-faced head slowly surfaced, asking for mercy: "Da Xian, slaves know the importance."

The old man waved his hand and "rolled away."

The woman sneaked into the bottom of the water, her waist was swaying, and her body shape instantly passed through the stone arch bridge, far away from the two or three miles of waterways.

Previously, she was a woman from Longshixi River, who was passing by the riverside of the blacksmith shop. Now she is not so afraid of the powerful Xiaonizi. After all, she is now a diligent servant. To increase the gloomy weight of the flowing water, and occasionally the little girl shouted to ask some of the towns where Chen Sesame was ruined. After a long time, she felt that her waist was already thick.

As for the Xiu Xiu girl who is very weird in the eyes of the woman, according to the chatter between the two, the woman learned that she would continue to stare at the old house that was repaired immediately, in addition to the daily iron, and then clean it every three or five times. Several houses, and the old hens and chicken scorpions were moved to the blacksmith's shop.

In fact, the woman did not understand the girl's thoughts at all. The singer of a soldier's saint, how to live like a prostitute in a small town, is boring and boring, and has not yet had a great ambition.

However, she did not dare to say what she said to her.

The fire dragon is so powerful that after she became the orthodox river god, the deeper the feeling.

But women now feel that they are really backed up! I think that I am a friend of Xiu Xiu as a friend, and I am still a half-helper of the sage of the military, and how can it be regarded as an unnamed disciple of Yang Laotou?

These things have made the woman particularly proud.

In fact, she also remembers to fight, but some are forgotten, and often forget the pain.

But she is happy.

The old man sitting alone on the back of the green cow said: "The frog at the bottom of the well, occasionally seeing the moon, will be happy."

After a long time, a teenager with a cinnabar eyebrows slowly walked up the stone cliff, kneeling beside the old man, sighing.

Yang Laotou smiled and asked: "Is there not much to study in school today?"

The "juvenile" national teacher was not hurt by this sentence, but he was so angry that he was shaking.

The old man did not continue to sprinkle salt on his wounds. After all, he had been a short-time ally. "Yuan Jiawenchangge and Caojiawu Temple, the clay sculptures have been made. The site selection has not been finalized yet? You will not help you. That student, really willing to look at his career, just in this Longquan County?

The beautiful face of the eyebrows of cinnabar was stunned: "Before, I have my own hands. Now do you think I still have this need?"

Yang old man nodded. "It’s a terrible thing."

The boy was annoyed: "Hey, old Yangtou, you didn't ask me for help at the time, you still have a good sneer!"

Yang old man is unmoved. "I am more yin and yang, not sneering."

The old man thought about it and said: "I am willing to pull down this old face and ask for your love. Is it useful?"

The young man said, "I have to speak up and say something."

The teenager leaned back and lay on the bumpy blue stone cliff, looking at the high night sky, and said to himself: "Are you with Song Changjing like me, have a private covenant?"

Yang old man smiled and said: "Yes, and there is no way to hide it. Otherwise, Li Er will not make such a big move with Song Changjing. Instead of letting your emperor sigh with suspicion, it is better to put it on the table and let him I saw that there was a number in my heart. However, I guess that with the sly character of Song Changjing, I went to the capital city, and I must have said it in person."

The young boy said with indignation: "I am just not as lucky as Song Changjing. I should not come to this broken place, but also to the heavens and blessed land. This place of his mother is simply the smashing place of my Cui Wei!"

The old man smiled and said: "For the other half of the country, Cui Wei, it may not be."

The teenager sat up and angered: "Yang Laotou, you talk like this again, I am killed with you!"

Yang old man turned his head and looked at the teenager who suffered from successive disasters. He no longer poured oil on the fire. "Do you realize that after you have been broken, you have changed a lot?"

The teenager frowned and wondered, "Is there?"

The old man nodded and looked seriously: "Yes. The heart is gradual, the soul is gradually stable, although the repair is already negligible, but compared to the former national teacher Cui Wei, you finally have a little juvenile Cui Wei."

The teenager's face was blue and his eyes were burning.

The old man looked into the distance and joked: "It seems that reading is still useful."

Cui Wei, who was originally living in this precious body, is now like a migrant who is far away and rooted in the local area.

Cui Wei, divided into two.

Guoshi Cui Wei lost part of the soul, and the body of the young Cui Wei’s soul is both a place to stand and a cage.

The teenager is not willing to entangle in this matter, for fear that he can't help but throw in the water and forget the matter. He quickly transferred the topic. "The Emperor's Majesty did not promise to merge Longshixi and Tiefu River into one river, and then divide it into a river. Hepo, but divided into two, each promoted. At the same time, in this "death due to illness" Song Yizhang, without any warning, as a lonely mountain god. And the people secretly created a golden head, sent to this Longquan The county seat. In this way, the emperor Song Changjing, and the pillow-side person, each played fifty boards."

Yang Laotou looked to the rolling hills and peaks in the west and asked: "You Cui Wei, Cui Daguo also need to be so stunned?

The young man stunned and sighed. "One is in the cage for a long time. The horse is long and thin, and the person is poor and short. Then the emperor is squatting, the ambition is high, and he likes to be conspiracy. It is really imposing. Other dynasties, Song Changjing has long been in the position, as for the girl, maybe have tasted the taste of the female emperor."

"Dongbao Pingzhou Xiaogui is small, there is one thing, it is not found in other continents, that is, in the history of the evidence, there has not been a female emperor who has never seen the world. I don’t know how many young women are eager to move. Winning the head, take the opportunity to mix a long time, even if it is a stinking year, it is estimated to be willing."

"I just don't know if Daxie can survive this hurdle, even if I am in the past, I don't know how many years to go back."

"But, only I know what Aliang wants to do under the sun, guess what he will do."

At the end of the day, the boy was stunned.

Yang Laotou asked: "Cui Wei of the capital does not know?"

The teenager sighed and looked complicated: "That I should not know."

The young man slammed his cheeks. "Ten Longhou County Chen, suddenly opened a school here, free to teach all the children in Longquan County, and hired three gentlemen, all of them are the famous Confucian scholars in the county. It is a guest who has a relationship with Chen, who has no relationship with Chen. Is there any inspiration from Chen Yin? Is this their Confucian context and a plot in Baojuan?"

Yang old man laughed and said: "I know this cause and effect, but I don't tell you. Anyway, you will soon roll out and roll out. I can talk to you so much, it is very good."

Juvenile Cui Wei is not angry at this time. "Go well."

After the teenager stood up, he instantly changed his face, and he was so angry that he was angry and shouted: "A good fart! Even with the two big troubles, I have to endure it! I want to be a disciple of the kid. What's the matter?! The old man, you are delusional?! Is it true that there is no realm of cultivation, no status, and even lost the knowledge?! If you dare to stand in front of me now, I promise this time. Your dog is bloody, the old man, you are stinking, you don’t know, you don’t know, you have to talk about your conscience..."

Yang old man gave a thumbs up and said: "You are a young man, a hero is bold."

The boy suddenly stopped his snoring and whispered, "I didn't name my name. The old man used to have a thorough knowledge of the world. But how many years ago was the old Huang Li, and now there is a little bit left. Can't you still hear my words?"

Yang Laotou stood up and put away the cigarette rod, patted his **** and prepared to leave. "That can be said, after all, you were his first, and there may be exceptions."

Juvenile Cui Wei laughed for a while and comforted himself: "It is impossible."

At this time, a book of the most common Confucian monastic studies, in front of the air, appeared in front of the juvenile, no one flipped, but slowly spread the first page.

The eyebrows of the cinnabar are like a chicken.

Yang old man went away and said, "Hey, someone has to study."

The young boy’s eyes were dull and sloppy, and he straightened his waist. He began to tear the heart and shouted loudly: “There is righteousness in the heavens and the earth, and the manifold is mixed. The lower is the river and the upper is the sun...”

The boy suddenly returned to God and looked at the back of the old man. "Your grandfather! Did you deliberately disclose the secret and pass my words to the old man?! Pharaoh, no, you are so bullying, I just say that you broke your Identity, must be so vengeful..."

The young man did not come from the palm of his hand, and he was so painful that he had a strong spirit. If there was a strict sorrow, Mr. Yan stood aside and beat the stubborn students with rules and rules.

The teenager continued to swear: "Yu Ren Hao Ran, Pei Yu Sai Cang Ming. Huang Lu as Qing Yi, and Tu Mingting..."

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The red candlestick pillow at the door of the door, the swearing of a poor old man, probably feels that he can't move with a bad old man. Finally, he told the old man the answer, saying that those people left by boat during the day. It is going south along the embroidered river.

After seeing the old man turn and leave, he vomited on the ground and remembered that he was at the door of his own station and smothered it with his toes.

Since the children came to the pillows, they have been blaming things one after another. In the end, they have lost the official body of a generous man. It is really a bunch of broomsticks.

The old man carrying the bag walked on the street. After thinking about it carefully, he decided to give up this time. Lu Yao knew the heart.

The old man quietly reached out and took a jasper scorpion and put it back into his sleeve.

The children went south and went to the west, and the old show went to the west.

The road is full of the sky, each half.

Whether it is the same way, don't know, it's hard to say.

But the road at the foot is to go step by step.

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On a large ship, because of a white scorpion that was inconvenient, Chen Ping’s four people could only stand on the bow of the ship and could not sit comfortably in the cabin.

Fortunately, the four people have long been accustomed to the hardships of the wind and the night, but Li Wei’s somewhat angry ship owner’s dog eyes are low, but soon he smiled and let Lin Shou a group of people holding the donkey. He climbed his back and took the boat and rode. Hey, let Li Xiao smile and close his mouth.

The passengers near the big ship looked at the idiot's eyes and looked at the teenagers and children.

Lin Shouyi held the reins, and the river came slowly. He gently blew the juvenile's horns and the hair was touched. The boy touched the position of the heart. There were yellow papers and "Clouds on the Book".

Chen Pingan was on the sidelines, and he was skillfully taking a hatchet to cut green bamboo. He promised to make two small bookcases for Lin Shouyi and Li Wei.

The little girl who was not willing to take off the green book box, suddenly surprised: "Little Master, the nephew on your head is gone! Before going on board, it is still clear."

Chen Pingan stunned, touched the top of his head, and some were awkward, but this time, the teenager got used to all kinds of accidents. Although his heart was very lost, he still smiled: "It doesn't matter, I remember the eight words, and I will do it for myself." One, engraved with the same word."

Li Bao bottle nodded.

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The old show who walked in the streets of the Red Candle Town, smiled and whispered: "Good."