The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 211

Abandoning Ma Jinshan, the first day was safe and sound. On the second night, when everyone was meditation on the spot, an accident occurred.

There was a monk who went to the middle of the jungle to solve the problem in the middle of the night. After the water was released, he felt itchy legs. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito parked between his legs. He was drinking blood and drinking. The monk slaps the worm and kills the worm. At the end, he habitually swears: "His mother, dare to marry your grandfather."

As a result, the voice fell, and I heard strange noises from the surrounding trees. The monk was shocked and suddenly remembered the words reminded by Nangong in front of the mountain. The scared trousers had no time to mention it. He ran away and shouted: "Help, Master! Help!"

It turned out that this person is a disciple of Jiang Dongtang who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. This crying and shouting mother’s big trick is like a huge stone entering a secluded pool, causing a thousand waves. People who were all quietly meditating have risen. I saw a Jiangdongtang monk rus.h.i.+ng from the distance.

This person is stunned, squatting, and screaming while running. Behind him was followed by at least a hundred black snakes, and several of them had been wrapped around his legs and feet.

Huang Xiaoyue was shocked: "Apprentice?"

Nangong Shu Road: "Don't go over!"

The disciple cried and rushed over, but more and more snakes climbed. He eventually fell to the ground and shouted: "Master! Master save me!"

Huang Xiaoyue originally wanted to help, Nangong said: "This snake is the dragon of the evil dragon. If you kill one, he will become two. The more you kill, the more you will retaliate. If you are not afraid of Huang Daochang, Just go up and fight."

When Huang Xiaoyue heard it, he immediately stunned, but his mouth chanted: "The overall situation is heavy, and the overall situation is heavy." The disciples licking their disciples were swallowed up by the tide-like black snake. The man tumbling in the snake tide and twisting painfully To twist, the snake tide has completely covered him, and it has become a group of black low hills. This group of low hills has been smashed at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the tides are scattered, in addition to a pool of blood, the roots are all roots. Nothing left...

When this happened, no one would say more nonsense on the last day.

There are many words to lose, this is the truth of everyone.

Xue Zhengyi even gave himself, and by the way, he gave Xue Meng a curse, not for anything else, just because the father and son were too refreshed, and in case they slammed a "dog thing", they feared that it would be a blink of an eye. Become a belly meal of the snake group.

Everyone was cautious, and finally in the middle of the night on the third day, through the mountains of Xiaolong, came to the hero of the Confucianism Gate - under the mountains.

The Lushan enchantment is different from the phoenix mountain. The dragon is detested, so the enchantment is transparent. Without any obstacles, the mountain can be seen clearly from the outside.

Jiang Yan looked at the situation in front of him and asked: "Is this the place where the Confucianism era generation Yingjie is buried?"

The moonlight was on the face of Nangong, and he was silent for a while and said, "Yes."

Lushan, the demon dragon, after the first generation of the Confucianism Gate surrendered to this dragon, instead of setting a blood deed, it turned into a mountain, guarding the souls and treasures of the Confucian style, the ancestral temple and the temple.

This mountain, Nangong Temple, has been remembered since the beginning of the winter solstice. When he came, he could see the majestic and magnificent white marble steps. The dark city guards who had already stood up were guarded by the mountain roads, and the clothes were fluttering.

"Welcome to the younger son."

The ear can still hear the rumble, and everyone falls. As he walks up the mountain road, he can see the father who is already preparing for the sacrifice at the top of the ancestral temple.

"Nangong Gongzi, it will be saved if you hurt the spring and fall in the autumn. The war is not to be delayed. You will open the enchantment as soon as possible so that we can go in and swear."

Nan Gongyi turned his head and the person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue.

In the heyday of Confucianism, even if this kind of person was a whim of Nangong, there was no reason to reward him for a slap in the face, and he did not dare to repay his mouth.

Today, in front of his ancestral grave, he can win his eyes and glory.

Nangong squatted and he had to bear it.

The bite of the caries bite hurts, and you must endure it.

"It’s all a little back." He said, he came alone before the mountain gate.

There is a town tomb with two evil spirits cast on the left and right, and the toes are as big as a child of five or six years old. These two G.o.ds are three-faced, or kind or angry. They are armed with arms and arms, but the strange thing is that this kind of **** is usually a leopard, but they are closed. With an eyebrow, it looks a little embarra.s.sing.

Nangong’s eyes were not blind, the sleeve arrow pierced the tip of his finger, and he painted a spell on the evil spirit stone. Then he said: “The seventh generation of the Confucianism Gate blood family, Nangong Temple, wors.h.i.+p.”

Rumble -

Earth shakes.

There are rare and strange people exclaiming: "Blink! The statue!"

The ink burned in the crowd and looked up.

If it wasn't for the situation, he really wanted to say to the man: not the statue, the two statues.

One of the left and right town tombs opened their eyes, the eyes were amber, and the scorpion was narrow and narrow, like the eyes of a snake.

The statue on the left slowly speaks, and the sound is like a Hong Zhong. There is a lot of noise: "Nan Gong Temple, you can memorize, the Confucian style seven rings?"

Nangong Shudao: "Greed, blasphemy, murder and piracy, it is my Confucian gentleman who can't do it."

Later, Huang Xiaoyue was sneer: "It’s better to say than to sing."

Not only Huang Xiaoyue, many people are chanting in their hearts, these seven can not be, really is the greatest irony of today's Confucianism.

The statue on the right follows the opening, and the sound is far and wide. It seems to be from the ancient times: "Nangong Temple, there is a mirror hanging high, there is a sky and a yellow spring, and it is in the world, can you be innocent?"

“Innocent.”

These two paragraphs are questions and answers from Nangong to the big story. No matter who is in the Nangong family, as long as they step into the heroes, they must first pa.s.s these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of Confucianism Gate set up these two questions. In fact, they hope that the descendants of the family can remember the teachings of the ancestors when they go to the mountains to wors.h.i.+p, and they can reflect on themselves.

At this moment, Nangong couldn't help but think that his father came to wors.h.i.+p this winter solstice. When answering these two questions, has there been a touch of touch, a guilty guilt?

Or really just take this question and answer as a machine key, as a check-in to open the enchantment of the Lushan, nothing more.

The enchantment is open.

The two standing stone statues suddenly and slowly vibrate, changing their postures, and eventually became the one-left and one-left knees.

"Please, the owner is in the mountains."

Nangong’s back to the crowd stood for a while, and no one could see the look on his face.

Only Naobaijin choked in his quiver, and the white paws came out and licked the edge of the quiver: "Mi Mi, Mi Mi -"

"come in."

Nangong Temple finally dropped the three words of this simple and concise, and then took the lead and stepped into the mountainous area of ​​Lushan.

Xue Zhengyi untied his own curse and asked: "Do you still need to pay attention to this carefully?"

“No,” said Nangong. “Be careful, it’s done in the area of ​​the Longshan Mountains. In fact, it’s also to prevent some people who are malicious about the Confucianism from entering the mountains. At this point, Xiaolong decided that the visitors should not be enemies. Then there will be no more words and words."

But even if he said so, many people still have a guilty conscience, refused to make more words, and only sullenly followed Nangong to the mountains. Three hundred meters per line, there are two totems of the twelve zodiac stones, first and foremost, male and female, and then male and female, tiger, rabbit... from the mountainside, it is the land of the heroes of Confucianism. .

These heroes follow the contribution of their lives, from low to high, in turn, and sleep in the mountains.

The first thing they came to was the bottom layer of the bones.

There is an eight-foot-high white jade standing on it, with a colorful scent. The engraved ones are all personal names. There are four handwritten books on the top.

"I heard that the burial is the loyal servant of the death of the Nangong family." Xue Meng whispered and said, "There is always a thousand."

He said it was good. This mountainous area is full of graves, and you can't see the end.

The teacher was worried and said: "If these thousands of servants are all up, what should I do? The servants of the Nangong family are not bad, I am afraid I can wrap around for a while."

Xue Meng was busy licking his mouth: "Hey, you are crazy, hurry, don't crow -"

The ink burned in the dark side: "I am afraid it is really not a crow mouth."

"Hey, dog stuff, where are you going?"

The ink burned did not go to Xue Meng. He left the big army and walked to the front of a loyal soul. He squatted down and looked carefully.

The heroes of Confucianism are not the same as ordinary funerals. There is no tomb to seal the earth. It uses a translucent jade. Like thick ice, half of it sinks underground, and the face is directly exposed. Therefore, the burial place is a piece of jade belt, which radiates a brilliant brilliance in the moonlight.

This kind of cold jade is similar to the dead corpse of the Temple of the Dead, and it can save the body from being corrupt and immortal, just like before. The ink burned down and looked at the coffin in front of him. The ma.s.s graves would not be taken care of too carefully. Therefore, a thick layer of ash was acc.u.mulated on the surface of the jade, and the ink burned only to see the following. The outline of the deceased, can not see the five senses, look at the body seems to be a woman.

He stared at the woman for a moment, and his gaze went round again.

He felt that this coffin was somewhat wrong.

But the specifics are not right, he is not quite right.

He looked around, staring at no one paying attention to himself, putting his hand on the face, closing his eyes, and feeling carefully...

Suddenly the palm of my hand shook.

The ink burned open and the face was extremely ugly.

There is indeed evil in this place, but it is not rich, and the chess piece is not inside... Is it wrong?

"Ink burning!" Xue Meng, they have to go far, shouting at him in the distance.

Ink whispered to himself: "Immediately."

His slender hand smashed the face and rubbed the thick ash, trying to see the woman's appearance more clearly without squatting.

He rubbed it, and suddenly the light saw a detail and suddenly stopped.

He knows what is wrong.

Ash.

The acc.u.mulation of this coffin is wrong!

Except for the place he had just wiped, the smoldering suddenly found that there was still no place in the dust. On the side of the c.o.c.kroach, there were four different lengths of ink. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to compare it. He found that it was just A person climbs out from inside, except for the thumb, where the other four fingers will reach!

The ink burned and changed. Just wanting everyone to stop the steps of going up the mountain, I suddenly felt a cold and cold chill in front of me.

He jerked his head up and couldn't help but face the white face on the body.

A woman in a shroud crouched behind the tombstone and was glaring at him.

The author has something to say: Today there is a small theater in Mu, because starting tomorrow, it is necessary to enter the decisive battle decryption volume, so there are only some warm tips to think about ~

1. There is a lot of reversal in the decisive battle volume. Almost every character has a secret to be announced. I hope that before you can see the ending, you should not easily decide on any role, and you may have to turn it over.

2. There should be four copies of the decisive battle volume, but it is not excluded that there may be a deletion or increase in the later qaq.

3. There is a knife in the final battle. There is no difference in the main supporting role. The protagonist is sure to he, and the supporting role is not good, but at least in the supporting column, except for the boss group, it will definitely not die. The supporting actors who are not written on the supporting column can only ask for their own blessings.

4. If you die, it will be fine. If you finish writing, you will also open a reincarnation or a foreign government. When you are old, you will feel soft. Even if Li Wuxin wants to open a foreign house or reincarnate, he will give a good ending (smile and cry)~~

5. The decisive battle volume is still in the process of editing and depositing, because there are a small number of plots out of the outline, so I don't know if it will be retained. Today's words cannot be completely calculated and may be revised.

6. I am going on a business trip for 20 days. I have been working very hard recently. I will try my best to take the time to reply. However, because the work of the ma.n.u.script has been acc.u.mulated recently and I have to rewrite the text, I may not be able to reply one by one during this time. I am really sorry.

7. Thank you.

8. Cognac, don't let me make a 8?