The Dangerous Cultivator

The only way to prevent myself from mixing into the muddy water in Anqinghou is to remove Anqinghou from this muddy water.

Obviously, Anqing Hou came in covertly, he would not leak the wind, Liu Guanshi is old and sly, and naturally he will not stir into the muddy water.

What Master Meng has to do is just to keep the news closed. Erasing Master Sun is undoubtedly the easiest way.

A small mischievous official who is not in the market is dead and dead, who cares?

Wang Ting's task was completed, and he was led by the ghost master, so he couldn't help but believe it.

In this way, this errand is completely resolved.

Lord Meng was about to move, a round object, rolled out of Deputy Chief Chen's sleeve.

Lord Meng picked it up and looked at it, it was an audio-visual bead, prompting the ban, and the light and shadow appeared, recording the scene where he and Deputy Director Chen talked.

It turned out that the deputy Chen Chen couldn't fully believe in Lord Meng's words. In order to prepare for it, he bravely dared to secretly motivate this precious video pearl.

Elder Meng Jie really didn't realize it, where did he know that this Elder Meng Jie was also secretly thinking.

Preemptive strike, let Deputy Director Chen have some wit, all to no avail.

"Well, the shameless dog thief also wants to frame Ben Hou."

Lord Meng Jue popped up a flaming ball, and instantly burned the body of Deputy Chief Chen into fly ash.

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The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a hook.

In Shenjing, it is still early winter, and the generation of Meng Xiaguan who has gone 500 miles to the west has already exuded the taste of midwinter.

The snow accumulated three feet, covering thousands of miles of yellow sand, and even the lush Populus euphratica was wrapped in pure white.

The cold wind rolled snow and crossed the onion hill, wrapped in fresh taste, straight down to Meng Xiaguan.

Meng Xiaguan, where Dayue meets the Heavenly Kingdom of the Buddha, has a special meaning of "the emperor guards the country gate" because it is only five hundred miles away.

Therefore, it is regarded as the first hurdle in the world. The millennium has fallen and its significance is extraordinary.

However, the border is desolate and sparsely populated. Except for the scribes, Mokers, who are attracted by the magnificent frontier chapters in the books, they occasionally come here. There are very few pedestrians and few business travel.

But since the evening of yesterday, a news came that this inaccessible frontier was suddenly lively.

"Treasurer, find out clearly, it is said that the lunatic is going to go out."

In the steaming back kitchen, a young boy with a shabby sheepskin wrapped in a frayed sheep came to the kitchen, breathing heavily, whispering with a throat, and the white mist sprayed from his mouth, almost covering the steamer.

A big shopkeeper like an iron tower, holding a three-foot-long thick iron hook in each of his hands. In a soup pot that is wide enough to be an ordinary person's swimming pool, he pulls two fat pigs that have been boiled orange and shiny. Turning his head, his hands were slaps, and the green-skinned boy nearly fell to the ground, "Guapi, what's the news, recreational Nai Weng?"

The green-skinned boy shouted, "Paper, shopkeeper, I'll go and inquire."

The shopkeeper stared, "Go to your mother, inquire about him, and care about his mother. As long as you eat and pay for the money, who is Lao Tzu afraid of, and Lao Tzu is afraid of the big belly?" Hurry up and give Lao Tzu the two bite After cooking, no more serving, the new two ancestors will be able to dismantle our shop. In addition, greet Er Mao quickly, go to Huaxi Village, and bring the idle guys to Lao Tzu. I moved all of my brains to Lao Tzu. Now that I have opened a city, I must eat and eat. "

The hustle and bustle of the back kitchen is like a hustle and bustle.

The small shop here is extremely rude, except that the back kitchen is an adobe gun, and the main shop in front is just a generous straw shed. The strong wooden stakes poke deep into the soil, and the top is covered with layers of thick The straw felt is wide open on the front, thick wool felt is hanging on the left and right sides, and there are forty or fifty tables in a two-acre square shed.

In the middle of each table, there is a red mud stove, the fire is fierce, or the wine is warmed, or the oily soup pot is stewed. The forty or fifty stoves emit amazing heat. In the days where the north wind is rolling, the water drips into ice. , This Maodian has become a rare cold shelter.

If on weekdays, this Mao shop can meet the 30% limit, however, since this morning, the number of customers entering the shop is more than three times more than usual.

For a time, the entire Maodian was crowded, and two hundred guests occupied the last seat of the entire Maodian.

To the unceasing arrival of customers, they can only be settled in the simple grass sheds newly built, and the villagers in the nearest mountain village and half of the village are all hired here to make some quick money.

Inside the Mao shop, the fire was burning, the smoke was steaming, the wine crisscrossed, and the voice was shaking.

The argument, the argument, the laughter, the joke, all ended up.

"Everyone listens to Bai Lao, howling Sirius, inserting a winged tiger, talking about cultivation, and talking about the names on the rivers and lakes. You two can be regarded as powerful and powerful, but when it comes to information, you are well-informed. Whoever can be our Bailao. No matter what, the 72 main shops under Bailao's name and the 36th dart board are the first and foremost place to gather news from all over the world, and compare it with Bailao's. , I do n’t interrupt, just say that the news is thorough, and I advise you, just rest up and listen to Bai Lao tell us first.

It was a majestic man who spoke loudly, nearly nine feet tall, with dark muscles all over his tomb, like steel cast iron.

This man is Meng Xiaguan ’s scoring leader, Song Xuanhu, and his 3,000 disciples, all of whom are fierce and powerful, is a powerful man near Meng Xiaguan.

This time, Zuo Jinqiang, all gathered towards Meng Xiaguan, Song Duanhu got the news and ushered in the first time, in order to communicate with heroes and expand their connections.

Now he gathers here in the Mao shop, which is also his host. Regardless of whether he knows it or not, as long as he enters the shop, he will entertain him.

Worldly wine and meat, worthy of the geometry, even if tens of thousands of people come to eat a meal, but also eat endlessly, Song Songhu, but the connections made, can be used for life.

Song Duanhu is the host, and he is so eloquent, he speaks out, and the hustle and bustle stands.

The eyes of everyone gathered towards the old man in the white robe with Song Duanhu in the middle. The old man was reunited, his face was rich, and he twisted three long beards gently, and cut a piece of roasted golden in a hurry. The buttocks seemed to be unaware of the hundreds of sights in the field.

This concentration alone makes people secretly praise.

Song Duanhu laughed, raised his glass, and drank a glass. "Song made his own claim, annoying, punished himself, and asked Bai Lao to forgive him. It's true that Song Mo also had some rumors about the lunatic. It is said that the lunatic is a master of the Tian Buddhist Temple of Tianfo Nationalism. In the battle of the imperial court, he lost his heart madness because of six desires, but Song really did n’t know. Why did this lunatic have this great power, Everywhere you go, it stirs up the storm. "

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