The Dangerous Cultivator

The master in the tomb is not someone else, but Li Xiuluo. In the past, Li Xiuluo cultivated and succeeded with the soul of a ghost, commissioned by the ghost master, and associated with Xu Yi.

At that time, Xu Yi was fighting with the ghost master. If it was not a critical moment, Li Xiuluo gave himself up and interfered with the ghost master, Xu Yi would have died at that time.

It ’s been almost a hundred years, and Xu Yi thinks back, as if it happened yesterday.

Farewell Li Shuluo, Xu Yi went west all the way, but after a long time, he reached the boundary of Guang'an Prefecture.

Although he didn't live in Guang'an for a long time, he rarely gave birth to a feeling of timidity.

The mighty Nielong River is still running across the mountains and around the city. Xu Yi drove a leaf-shaped boat and went up the river. While enjoying the scenery of the river and mountains, his mind was like a film, flashing the scene of life in Guangan .

He did not deliberately speed up, and in one day, he also arrived in Furong Town, where he met Qiuwa.

Mu Bo's ashes were also sprinkled on the Yinlong River near Furong Town. He revisited the old land, the scenery was faint, but no one was familiar.

He entered the small town and found that the bun shop where he used to take the baby to buy was still there, but the shopkeeper did n’t know it. He asked for a taste, and it started to talk.

Sure enough, this bun bun shop is an ancestral craft. At present, Xu Yi empties the whole bun bun shop. After all, the old flavor is the most memorable.

After the transaction was completed, the enthusiastic boss pointed out the nearest fragrant candle shop for Xu Yi. Xu Yicai bought a batch of scented candles and returned to the ship.

Burning incense, burning paper, Xu Yi silently prayed, "Mubo, rest assured, even if you search the world and search the three thousand worlds, I will definitely find Qiuwa back."

Praying, he sat on the bow of the boat cross-legged, cut a thick stack of Yinfu paper, and began to fold the Yinfu boat to pray for the dead.

As a high-level monk, Xu Yi was not very convinced, but at this moment, he would rather believe and buy this thick Yinfu paper in accordance with the recommendations of the Xiangdianpuzi store, intending to give Mubo a discount of 9,999. One hundred and ninety-nine paper boats floated into this evil dragon river.

If you use your mind, it will be an instantaneous thing to make these 9,999 paper boats.

When praying, blessing is the spirit.

Xu Yi sat at the bow and began to work. From sun twilight to sun rise, Xu Yi turned his heart very hard, and his mind was also intently focused, and gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, a cry came, "I see that you have been folding from yesterday to the present. You must be the most sincere to the Jiuyin Blessing Ship. If you are alone, I am afraid that it will be a day and a night. I To help you. "

The sound of a male duck is from a young man in a period of changing voices. The boy in a thick suit standing on the bank of the river is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is tall and slightly thin with a goose egg face, with a pair of smart eyes. Looks pretty.

"Thank you, boy, this is a sincere thing, let's go."

Xu Yi refused the good intentions of the boy, and he didn't want to involve unexplained cause and effect.

The young man is a self-familiar person, and he jumped into the boat in three or two steps. Don't be confused. "

With that said, sitting cross-legged across from Xu Yi, I went to a piece of Yinfu paper, and it turned into a Yinfu boat in an instant, but the workmanship surpassed Xu Yi and was obviously a skilled worker.

The young man glanced at Xu Yi with pride, put the Yinfu boat into the flowing water, and was immediately sent away by the water of the Minjiang River.

Seeing that the blessing ship is like water, cause and effect have already been born, Xu Yi no longer speaks, and still calmly breaks the boat.

The young man didn't say much, and he really helped him to break the boat sincerely. This fold, in the evening, there were only dozens of paper piled up high.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from the shore, and a stream of fire rushed forward. When they approached, they looked intently, but it was a girl in red riding a red horse. People were only eight points in color. Vigorous, but very moving.

The horse rushed very fast. When it reached the shore, the girl pulled the reins, her horse's forefoot sharply lifted, and the rhythm of the horse sounded, and she kept her body steady.

The girl in red was pointing at the young man in the river, her face was slightly sweaty, her red lips softened, and she said, "Jia Junpeng, you are becoming more and more invisible. Your mother is looking for you everywhere, calling you to go home for dinner, can you go? go?"

Jia Junpeng waved, "Don't be in a hurry, I'll wait a little while, and you tell my mother that you didn't find me, please excuse me!" He said, holding his fists falsely.

The girl in red yelled, "I was asked by your mother, otherwise, whoever cares for you is too rare, you have to return if you don't return, and you can leave it all to you." Alas, actually urged the horse to run under the hoof.

The dam is very steep, and one person and one Malay are like a dragon. Soon after, Jia Junpeng was so frightened that he had to talk. The whip in the girl ’s palm had been spilled, and the whip was rolled around Jia Junpeng ’s waist. At that time, the rushing horses rushed into the river when they saw it. It was too late. At that time, the girl's left palm was chopped out. The river surged three feet high water waves. With this powerful anti-shock force, the steed rose into the air and completed a U-turn in the air, rushing to the dark like a sword.

"Jiang Yingyue, good beginnings and good endings, masters have teachings, good beginnings and good endings ..."

In the wind, only Jia Junpeng complained. The girl urged the horse to stab Jia Junpeng, and in the blink of an eye there was only a shadow.

Xu Yi smiled slightly, but envy came into his eyes. After going through the vicissitudes, his original heart was only remembering.

With dozens of paper boats remaining, he was finally finished when the last rays of the setting sun were about to part from the river.

He straightened up, widened his chest, exhaled deeply, and felt refreshed. Then he entered the town and still found the bun shop. After a full meal, he returned to the boat and drove the boat. Continue up against the current.

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A serpent-shaped sword, about three feet long, with silver light flashing around it, and a wide and long black iron sword sword fight together in one place. Each time the two swords fight, a bright and bright spark will erupt, blowing in The night sky, shining on the river, is dazzling.

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect, Du San also waited for Yu Jian to practice to such a degree, it seems that I am finally going to martial arts in Guang'an Prefecture."

"That is, don't even think about it, after all, Xiansheng came out of our Guang'an House. Speaking of which, I have also been to Furong Town. Wang Ting has been treating the Furong Town with all kinds of talents over the years."

"Yes, otherwise, Du San has been counting up to two generations. His father is still doing long-term work for his family. His father was taken away by the government because of cultural affairs, so he has the resources to supply Du San's practice. I dare not imagine that Du Sanjia and Chen Ershao's family did not even match their shoes even decades ago. Now they can compete with each other. Xiansheng's legacy, Yizhisi. "

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