The Dangerous Cultivator

Suddenly, the fisherman waved his hand gently, and a ray of light jumped up to paint.

The young man in the painting suddenly lived, and walked down from the painting. After a while, the girl also lived, jumping and jumping down the painting.

The young man jumped from the platform, walked to the riverside, picked a river flower, and stood under a green willow tree by a bluestone bridge.

"Sell the flower tincture, sell the flower tincture. Sangong can buy one, but it's fresh, just pick it."

The scene that made Xu Yi and others startled was that a half-height flower girl sold flowers to the young people who came down from the painting.

Everyone thought that the young man was a bubble and could not be seen by outsiders. A flower girl with no practice could talk to him.

The young man shook the flowers in his hands, smiled back, and the flower girl left.

The girl in Tsing Yi leapt to the front, and Yu Shou just put it on the shoulders of the youth. The entire river surface was suddenly violently windy, and the river surface was boiling, with a lot of bubbles.

The youth turned hard, and the Qingshi Bridge behind the lake began to show a lot of cracks, and the weeping willows on the riverside began to weather.

Finally, the youth still turned around and disappeared into a bubble. The girl's eyes appeared confused and looked up.

Suddenly, the fisherman beckoned, and the girl turned into a ball of light and shadow, and then returned to the painting.

The violent wind on the river stopped abruptly, and the crack on the Qingshi Bridge still clearly showed everything that had happened before, not a dream, but a reality.

Successive upheaval is that the cultivation of a strong monk can't support it, and the continuous flow of people on the Lengyue River has disappeared.

Attracting spiritual power to the fisherman, shaking the Quartet, the highly respected Zheng Zhongzhi and Cao Zhongzhi, like never before, stood quietly, like statues.

The storm subsided, and everyone's eyes fell on that picture. The young man had disappeared, and the girl's posture was the same as before. She reached out to reach the young man's shoulder, but the young man disappeared, and the girl's outstretched hand looked obliquely. Reached in the air.

Compared with the past, the girl's expression has changed a lot. She used to be captivated and her eyes were bright. Now her eyes are full of puzzles and a wisp of indelible crickets.

Such a weird change makes one wonder whether the person in the painting is dead or alive.

The fisherman sighed, pointing at the scroll, "Done."

Xu Yi walked in the hall, his head fluttered, suddenly, he walked to Prince Blackbrow, slamming the shoulder of Prince Blackbrow, the latter screamed, "Fuck!"

Xu Yi narrowed his neck and said angrily, "Return to my soul!"

Suddenly, the eight arms protruded at the same time, hitting the black-browed prince, and the black-browed prince was furious, so he had to fight back, his thoughts moved, and the secret road was not good, only to explain. Dimmed.

The next moment, the black-browed prince rolled on the spot and turned into a black pig.

Xu Yi shot a sword net and easily cut the black pig into countless pieces of meat.

Each piece of meat is extremely plump, crystal clear, and the aroma is tangy. Xu Yi is greedy and has no intention of swallowing human flesh, and ingests a lot of resources from the black eyebrow prince star sky ring. Swinging, the jewel-like flesh flew up and fell towards the river.

Suddenly, the river surface jumped up numerous aquariums, desperately snatching at that piece of meat.

"Whoever you want to kill, you can just say, why do you have to be so clever?"

The fisherman's voice was as cold as water.

He was so amazing that he waved his hand into a pig, which was beyond everyone's imagination.

Among them, Su Xingchun was the most terrified. She was unable to stand and collapsed to the ground. Xu Yi glanced at her, and she returned with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Xu Yi was really anxious to speak to the fisherman and treated Su Xingchun and Tao Jingsheng as Prince Heimei.

But he couldn't.

For one, he had to consider Xuan Lengyan, after all, he still had the name of Xuan Lengyan's apprentice.

In both cases, he also knows that one point is less for one's affection.

The fisherman has become an immortal, and these big men are just as good as letting him owe a penny.

He extremely regretted that he had used such a botched trick on Prince Blackbrow.

Xu Yi stopped moving, gazing at the painting, letting his emotions be fully integrated into the painting, savouring the sadness of the woman in the painting, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and each pore was gently following the wind Shivering, suddenly, he opened his eyes and waved his big hand, one by one, the lights and shadows suddenly gathered into words.

I saw him write: When begging at night, the flower market was like a day. Willow head on the moon, after about dusk. When begging at night this year, the moon and the lights were still there.

If the fisherman is struck by lightning, he breathes a little, catches the text formed by the light and shadow in the air, and puts it in the painting. When the light and shadow flash, the text really reflects in the drawing.

The fisherman couldn't help himself, chanting again and again, "I don't see the person back then, and his tears filled his sleeves."

Suddenly, three tears rolled out of the corner of my eyes.

Three drops of tears hit the ground. Suddenly, the wooden floor suddenly turned green, and a large area of ​​wooden spirits began to flow. The room was full of countless green vines.

The fisherman collected three drops of tears, stared at them, and suddenly laughed, "Haha, haha, unexpectedly the old man still has tears, how many years, haha, Aran, you are not right, I have not become a non-human demon Dead, you see, I still have tears, and I can shed tears. "

The fisherman was mad, sometimes slang, and sometimes laughing. The whole tower shuddered in his not-so-laughing laughter, and the waves on the river were wave after wave.

The fisherman returned to peace after ten full rests.

He tore his hair, strung three tears into a string of beads, hung it around his neck, and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing that the figure was about to enter the corridor, suddenly turned back, staring at Xu Yidao, "You have helped me, but it is not good for you yet."

As soon as the fisherman said this, Su Xingchun's heart was tightened, and there were not a few who sweated on the back of the court.

Xu Yidao, "My predecessor has helped me too much. Besides, it is only a poem. The rare thing is that my predecessor likes it.

As the mouth said, hundreds of villains in the heart of Xu Daguan screamed and shouted exhaustively, "Give me benefits quickly, all the benefits you can give me, all to me, all to me ..."

The fisherman said, "The mouth is not right, but it is also vulgar. It's boring."

With that said, the fisherman pulled out a hair and waved his large hand. The hair shot like a javelin, and he was so murderous that Xu Yi couldn't move his footsteps. Seeing that javelin would pierce his brows, suddenly, Bai Lian Steel sharpens fingers softly.

That hair was suddenly and softly wrapped around Xu Yi's left index finger.

The fisherman didn't talk much anymore. He picked up the fishing basket with one hand and carried the fishing rod with one hand, and quickly went downstairs.

Xu Yixing went to Su Xingchun's side, and he waved his hands violently, slamming, and triple combing. Su Suchun's face was swollen like a pig. "Remember, you must have died on your stinky mouth!"

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