The Great Xia was overthrown, and the entire dynasty was defeated, including the small towns and peach blossom forests in Pianyu. They were old and came to an end. They only waited for a moment of youth, the city was destroyed, and everyone fled.
Collect the fine bag and leave it without leaving a moment, and the head will be bloody.
It is said in historical records that the elders of the famous village were so angry that they were reluctant to leave. The fire condensed on the stone to protect it, and the stone was a lion and a tiger.
Rest in peace, the days are long, come back and be buried.
There is no doubt that all things are weak, and if they are weak and destroyed, a thousand armies can destroy an ant nest thousands of miles away.
The three lights were turned off, and the liger and tiger were brightly colored and changed into something different. The light gradually became darker and grayer, the lowest four hooves were round, burning upwards, and the layers of paper were stained with gray dust.
The package, including the skin of the group, returned to its original state, and the guard of the courtyard house squatted on the stone.
"Stone balls are in the mouth of weak points." Shui Yunxiang walked away and half-sat under a tree.
Standing with his left leg tilted against the ground, the other one is straight down, his long legs are bent and stretched powerfully, his eyes are looking at the majestic hills and ravines in the distance, the bulging male deer is angry, he is still and still, the auspicious snow is capped, admiring the white eaves of the beautiful village wrapped in it.
People sit on the floor and rest for the night.
The sun rises, the warm strings are crisp in the inner field, the weak light is golden, the leaves spread their waist lightly, and the luxuriant flowers are fragrant.
The road of the journey is interspersed with rotten wood in buildings, and the finely carved window paper is now incomplete and imprisoned, lurking the glory of life.
The developed Tonghe Forest Town.
The altar in the square is a flat stone platform, with tilted pillar plugs, water nests and carved leaves. The broken branches are in tatters, the fallen leaves are dark and dusty, and the ground is covered with dust.
"It's empty, just chicken feathers all over the place." Shui Yunxiang's neck was made of brown and yellow cloth. His hand touched the waist of the narrow belt, and the handle of the sword came straight out.
The spiritual power holds love, high-gloss ice, a touch of bright color moistens the eyes, and the sonorous giant blade cuts the stone pillar head.
The stigma is hard and deeply sunken, a few feet away, with smoke wisps in the breeze.
A simple attack, without using martial arts or talismans.
Zhongli Biwash seems to be similar. He has never made a move before, and the first move of Qingfeng Sword is not as good as his opponent's. What's more, the second move of Qingfeng Sword, which is guaranteed to be in his hand, is extremely powerful.
"There's nothing here," she said.
Zhou Yanxing's earrings and bracelets, whose zodiac sign is gold, are smooth and toned, with winding Xuanbao and flowing lily of the valley jade, "There's nothing you can do, let's go."
The gaps in the small forest are thin, the ginseng leaves leak light, and the stones are piled up in winding paths, which are broken and mottled.
Every ten meters you walk, there is a cubic stone tablet with one word.
"Layer, Xiu, Yan, Mao, four obelisks." Zhongli Bi said.
"Well, what do these four words symbolize? I will lose the riddle, Mr. Zhou?" Shui Yunxiang, the gunman, looked at Yun Shanglin, feeling depressed.
This trip, I didn’t catch anything, and I felt heavy.
Zhou Yanxing's handsome face couldn't help but have a wrinkle, which cost a lot of maintenance. Unfortunately, he threw the beauty aside and said:
"As a cultivator, when the boat reaches the end of the bridge, go straight to the end."
Reluctant and slow in taking many steps.
The morning breeze accompanies the wilderness, the breeze blows through the courtyard, and the hut is surrounded by forests, with about thirty rooms.
There is a plaque for building rates, an ancient note with the inscription Yan Zhao, and the official script "Qingyou Academy".
Weeds are overflowing, the gravel road has been rerouted, and the grass is half a foot high, with sharp thorns growing on the flesh.
The sky is blue and green, and the light clouds are fairy-like.
"It smells bad." The rough man sniffed the air and raised his head in doubt.
Childish and naive, it makes people exaggerate.
The beauty Rushuang's brows were dyed ink, and she was the first to follow, "It's very refreshing, isn't it like this in all the green fields?"
Zhonglibi said: "Think again."
Zhou Yanxing's shoulders are smooth and smooth, as black as forged, gentle and close to her chest, her mouth is light and gentle, and her smile is full of moon buds.
The three worshipers met with the old servant Taobi Xinshen, looked at the rough man, and said with a smile: "It's spiritual energy, naturally created, gentle and gentle."
The rough guy was delighted and said with a bright smile, "Excellent, excellent."
The spiritual energy is growing, the rain dragon is sweet and the child is dreaming together, the polar regions are nourishing the pure and turbid, and the treasures are luxuriant.
Another thread of good luck, another earthly spirit being, to assist in cultivating immortality.
"Then what are we waiting for? The treasure is in front of us." Beauty Rushuang said softly.
"Harm," Shui Yunxiang loosened his arms and prepared his big hands. His face was lively, but what he said was completely the opposite.
"Spiritual treasures and spiritual plants will definitely breed ferocious beasts, no matter what," he said again.
"Be cautious and you will sail a thousand-year ship." Zhongli Bixi agreed.
The stakes were high, and Zhou Yanxing felt dark in his heart. What he was afraid of was that the beast he encountered was so powerful that he would be defeated if he resisted.
Stepping in, you will find a study room in the middle, with students' desks and white curtains, a vague sense of poetry, and coal basins with white mesh and ribbons.
The master's desk was empty and covered with dust. The mask coagulated the blood, and the fog instantly cleared the eyes.
As soon as the old servant Tao Bi approached, he retreated with the speed of a ghost, wind blew on his legs, and his spiritual energy formed clouds.
Shui Yunxiang also gasped at this moment, "There is danger."
The sword is in front, flying across the water, straight down the waterfall, a thousand feet into the air, the spiritual power is gathered, and the boundless energy hits the bowl.
It's like a young monk knocking on a wooden fish, a cold sound, the master's desk is broken, a black widow spider is hiding, and a white mark "0" is turned up on its belly.
It is about half the size of a human, with thick black hair on its legs, and is dark and dark.
"It's like the black spiders on the volcano, only smaller." One of the three worshipers said, picking up the thing.
Mace, iron thick needle, violent and bloody, direct full force.
"Exquisite and beautiful, she may be the Spider Queen, using a special move." Zhou Yanxing commanded, showing a sense of majesty.
The earrings are shimmering, the dark gold headband outlines the twists and turns, the song is flowing freely, and the whole body is made of metallic obsidian.
He is tall and tall, dazzling and handsome, with deep nose and thin gray eye shadow.
Two or three times in a row, the black widow spider felt neither pain nor itching, its limbs fought violently, its mouth and teeth were rugged, and it opened its bite.
Hearing the young master's conversation, the enshrined man moved his feet in the flames of war, and the earth shook.
The mallet and the ruler are being swung up, in wonderful coordination, and the turtle is holding his breath and holding his nose.
"Rageful heart, smacking."
Messy magnificence, buried in the moonlight, thousands of catties of thunder hammers, flooding the sky.
Shui Yunxiang was idle on the side. After the storm attack, he struck twice with his sword.
The weak black widow spider couldn't get any nourishment, so it struggled with all its strength.
Spinning silk is different from the moment before breathing. The cloth is dyed with black ink and soaked in poisonous drops. Where the black liquid is obtained, it corrodes the silkworm ashes.
"Add people." Zhou Yanxing said, the situation was dangerous.
Add people, add your own people, tribesmen, just come in and encounter a spider, let your subordinates practice, the beast behind.
"Why don't you use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken and show Fairy Zhongli your skills?" Rushuang, a beauty who understood the young master's intention, said.
The red sleeves are fluttering, the gauze is thin, the hair is single and pure white, and a strand is taken from the chest, and the beautiful clouds and water eyes are shining and lustrous.
The redness of the wine smeared on the cheeks, charming the concubine, stirring the tongue half an inch with her teeth, quenching her thirst with plum blossoms.
"Come on." The remaining two nearby worshipers shouted.
Flying forward is a unique move, it is actually a combination of two assists and two assists, brothers attack together, and become a fierce general.
It's early in the morning, at the gate of the city wall, there are people resting, Mr. Bing Bing and his boss' old lady.
The passage of time is unfavorable, the stove is dark and the honeycomb is in the golden nest.
Insects fly and die, and they drive from both sides, bowing to me and calling me zang.
The insect has a long tail and belly, yellow and black circles, sharp needles, and large wings with feathers.
"Whoever has enough food and nothing to do will attract bees." The old knife repairman Shang was filled with insect feathers. He was stung several times and his face and neck felt itchy.
