The red-robed monk held an oil paper umbrella in his hand, and the snow fell on the paper umbrella, and the sand sounded.

Not far from me, the monk chanted: holding an oil paper umbrella / Alone / wandering in a long, long / lonely snow alley / I hope to meet / a clove-like girl / A girl with winter grudges.

I said, the master two hundred years later is the name of Dai?

It doesn’t matter what the monk says is the next name.

It doesn’t matter, but I’m not a clove girl.

The monk smiled and said that I just accidentally heard this poem and felt very good, so I read it to you.By the way, tell you a story.

The man was smiling, the voice was very good, but I felt a dangerous signal.If there is no mistake, this person should be a difficult monk who entered the palace shortly before and seriously injured the chief of Qingyun Dao, so he dared to ask the master Fa number.

It doesn’t matter what the monk says I’m called, but I know your name.I said nonsense, I have something now, you want me to drink, I will accompany you some other day.

Monk, I call it a great challenge.

Hardly difficult?What a strange name.This man's martial arts should not be under the leader of Qingyun Road, so he secretly gathered the true anger of the four lakes and was always ready to prevent his violent attack.

The monk said that because it was called the Great Tribulation, he did not die.

I laughed, but I remembered a word called a monk umbrella, lawless.

The monk smiled, as you please, I am here today to keep the Qin Master, I want to tell a story to the Lord.

I said you really want to say, I know a friend of Xiaosheng, it is better to ask him to sit down and talk with him another day?The cost is not low, but now I really have something to do, I will not accompany it.

Say, to leave.The great trouble monk trumpeted the Buddha, Amitabha Buddha.

The snowflakes floating in the sky are still, everything is frozen like a solidification, and the real air of the expers are suddenly unable to sense anything, between heaven and earth, only my breathing and heartbeat.

The law of space released by the monk, with snowflakes as the domain, trapped me in the center and made me unable to move.My sword field is like a mud, although it is a severe winter, but the sweat beads flow down my forehead.This feeling is in the face of the unknown name of the Wu Emperor, and has not been a dilemma.

Is it hard to say that now, Qin Shi Lord is in the mood to listen to my story?

The four lakes are really up, and the short and red in their hands is about to wave out, like a fire extinguished by the wind and snow.

Very strong snow.

Two hundred years ago, before Lu Zunyang ascended, he waved three swords.A sword beheads the love of white peonies, two swords beheads a magic, and three swords decapitate the heart.This first sword and third sword are nothing, but the magic of Lu Zu's second sword is debulled, but it is scattered among the people.

The three swords that Lu Chunyang cut off, I had experienced it with my own eyes in the dark domain, but I did not pay attention to it, and at this time the great trouble monk said, aroused my interest.Ask, then what?

The great trouble monk continued, that the demonic idea, who was the Lord of the Six Gods of the Underworld, after wandering among the people, cultivated into a demon and intended to return to the underworld, which was only twenty-three years ago, in Murong Heights, a demonic war.

Twenty-three years ago, Murong Heights?Although I have not heard of the war, I have not heard of it, but on the Tianfeng of Xixiang, I vaguely heard the three customs and Zhao Yiyi and other people said this thing in the decisive battle, but at that time did not pay attention to it.The matter is linked to the Murongshanzhuang and the three customs, is it the grudge of the three customs and Murongshanzhuang?An arrow in the Central Plains was forced into the South China Sea, and the East Sea Sword Fairy was forced to serve as a servant, presumably also related to this matter.

The demonic war, earth-shattering, the world changed color, the six gods of the underworld invaded the world, wanted to invite the demon lord to return to the underworld, and the Central Plains Wulin gathered in Murongshanzhuang.

The six gods of the underworld were beyond human ability, and just as the people were bound to their hands, a young swordsman was born, opened the door of heaven with an iron sword, entered the land of the gods and demons, and retreated to the six gods alone.

I was surprised, water?

The great troublesome monk showed the color of compassion, and it was this person.

I asked, what next?

The Confucian swordsman saved the Central Plains Wulin, who expected this time but the sudden rise, some people pointed out that the valley water is Lu Chunyang's magic, Murong Shanzhuang everything, by his single-handed planning.

Gu people water and Murong half the city's daughter Murong light love, the valley water does not drink, Murong half the city design let Murong light spirit to him a cup of the world's poison three deer milk, waste the valley water to repair.Under the fury of the valley people, they killed Murong Shanzhuang with their remnants, forcing the three high-level people at that time, a distant man from the South China Sea, swore to be a servant, and he scattered all his abilities and became a Taoist in the game.You know the priest, of course.

I shouted, three.

The hard monk nodded his head.

It turns out that it is no wonder that Murongshanzhuang mentions that the three customs are always hated to the bone, and it is no wonder that Murong Baiyun in Murongshan, has made a few mockery of me, and think of this, it is not easy for the three customs to be indignant.Then he asked, who is the devil?

The great difficulty shook his head, no one knows, but some people on the river and lake said that the three customs forced the magic to the town in their own body, and some people said that the demonic cold is the magic of Lu Zu, this matter, except for the three secular chiefs in the world, I am afraid no one knows.

I stood quietly in the same place, the oil paper umbrella above the head of the trouble floated on the top of the head, the hands folded, and my story was finished.Looking at the oil paper umbrella, I slowly said that the great trouble and the monk still have three hands, and it is well-known.

I just want to tell a story, by the way, I’m entrusted with you, I’ll leave you here for half a day.I sneered that the master's story was well told, which benefited me a lot.But I still have to go.

The four lakes detonated in an instant, and a real air came out of the Linglong, breaking through the difficult snow cage and rushing to the great difficulty.

Master's hands do immovable king's fundamental seal, and the sky snowflakes become a grain of black rhombine crystals, surrounded by the great difficulties.In the moment of conversion, the sword field captured a trace of ruptible, and I found that I could move, and instantly came to the end of the sword field, stabbing to the eyebrows of the great difficulty.

The difficulty does not move at all, the short dagger to the eyebrow is three inches, and it cannot enter.There was a sharp pain in my body, the four lakes were like churning, almost losing control, I bit through the tip of my tongue, spit a mouth of blood, spraying into the great difficulty, to Linglong knot King Kong undetermined bounded, broken!

The snow field collapsed in an instant, and the black rhombine crystals became snowflakes.

The body of the difficulty is back, hiding my attack, bowing my head, slightly looking down, quietly hidden.Come fast, go fast.Even the seven bodies on the ground were not seen.

The snow fell.

The crowd around him moved, and they flocked to the hall of the torture department, and did not realize that I was not aware of it, and did not realize that Fang had a thrilling fight, but talked about the case of the strict West Building in today's public trial.

If there had not been a trace of a short dagger on the ground, I even thought that it was only an illusion that I encountered.

Come to the hall of the torture department, the lobby outside the sea of people, can not enter.The trial has already begun, and those who cannot enter, the people who listen to the inside at the door will come to the latest news.

The temple saw me and asked how did you come?I said I had a little bit of time and delayed it for a moment.The tolerance said, wait here, and when the adults pass on you, you go in again.

I asked others, how is it going?

The man was full of anger, cold, and the official was only guarded.My heart is cold, strictly guarding the street to kill, witness.Proof of the mountain, can not be overturned?

That humane, half a year before the clock, the court sent an expert to Yan Xilou to do a spiritual appraisal, that he had a mental problem, in accordance with the law, even if committed, will not be punished.

What about now?

This is nothing, originally witnessed him as a street murderer, are proof that the old man martial arts is strong, a good master, but also the spy of the northern week, Yan Xilou killed, one is because of the arrest of the agent, the second is legitimate self-defense.

Crowding into the front row, just saw Zhang Laohan kneeling on the ground, Dali Temple Qingju in the middle, the criminal department, the two adults in the courtyard of the one left and one right, asked, Zhang Spring, you know the crime?

Zhang Laohan was crouched on the ground, saying that I was guilty, I was a spy in the north, was strictly insured to find out, refused to arrest when fleeing, and my family was killed, which was my fault.

Standing on the side of Yan Xilou defending Yanxi Building, it is the first Jingcheng Shijie.In Dongping County, it was he who defended Liu Half City's father and son, and he did not see him for less than two years, and returned to Beijing and did his old job.

Master Jiang Dao, Zhang Spring, I asked you, I heard that you are Wu Emperor's nameless apprentice, a master of the product, this is true?

Old Man, the little man is a master.Saying that taking out a sheet of paper from his arms is a certificate issued by Xiaosheng to the little old man.

I looked up and shook my head, even the plaintiffs who had confessed their sins, and it was estimated that these days, they did not suffer much.

The prosecutor saw that he was also incredulatory, and said that you said that you are a master of the product, and with your strength, it should be easy to jump on the beams of the hall of the torture department.Do you show your hands?

The old man said that the little old man had already abolished his martial arts.

The emperor asked, now the evidence is conclusive, what evidence?The prosecutor said that there was also a witness on the prosecution's side, and that he was also a witness on that day.

The temple said bring it.

Someone came up to me and said you had to testify.I said, a red envelope in my arms.I laughed and turned the silver ticket into powder.

The first few steps came to the lobby, did not kneel, but made a braid, and saw several adults.The two adults of the court of great Li and the criminal department and the Ducha Court said a few words in a low voice, loudly, boldly, and when they saw their officials, they did not kneel.

When the old man saw me, stood up, shouted at the wrong, came to me, and fell on his knees, and you wanted me to be the Lord.

I said that in the bottom of the river, people saw the emperor, and did not kneel down.

Inspector General shouted, bold!I saw the master whispering a little, and the royal history looked a little slow, took a cup of tea, and slowly took a sip.

Sign up.

I said that in the third view of Qin, I am a dartman in the Central Plains.When I entered Beijing a few days ago, when I met Yanzi who was killed in the street, he stopped and saved Zhang Lao.He came today to testify for him.

Dali Temple Qing coldly hummed, Qin Sanguan, you did the truth, how much money did you receive the old man, actually testified for his first Tang?

I said, I don't collect much money, bought a scale and a big law, and just enough to weigh the weight of the great law.

When Song Shijie saw me, his eyes showed a look of resentment, and said, Mr. Qi, in the bottom thought that Mr. Qin was delirious and mouthful, and I suggested that he should be given a psychiatric appraisal.