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"Can Xue Ninghui coldly draws the screen, Luomei's flute has been watched three times, and there is no one left.

"I'm a melancholy in the world. I know what happened to my lord in tears, and I remember my life with broken heart."

When half asleep and half awake, Lu Zhengkang felt that his soul had finally drifted away.

Floating to where he didn't know, he was flying in the realm of the womb. Lu Zhengkang was wearing a free and easy linen robe, and his lower body was a cloud of smoke.

He penetrated into the world through the heart seal, and drifted into the universe again, watching the demon's spirit blood filled with demon spirit blood in the demon pool with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Yes, there are imprisoned souls undergoing evil torture and depravity. Slowly, the essence of blood soul bones will precipitate. It will fall into the deep blue mist in the pool under the blood pool. Disciple Pour Lu Zhengkang's blood into it, and the blood floated, condensing a thin human-shaped silhouette.

That is his outer demons.

Tired of seeing it, he flew straight to the sky, heading to the southwest of Zhonglu, to an aura of heaven and blessing, and following a secret thought, he landed beside Qing Ningzi, and she was sitting silently and adjusting her breath. , The complexion is much better than the day of separation.

Lu Zhengkang didn't like the feeling of voyeurism. He left silently. On this mountain, there are disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect, as well as mortal servants. The one who dominates this place is a gorgeous sword, which is tied to the edge of a cliff. The waist of a woman of the day.

Fu Daozi was in another room. He stared at the plump **** in front of him. Of course, his expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with unspeakable pain and shame. Everyone has secrets, and everyone has unspeakable secrets.

He stared at the prostitute, and it took a long time to pick her out, because Fu Daozi wanted to see someone's shadow.

Lu Zhengkang stared at Sheng Yan. This woman had a generous and childish air, but when she was quiet and silent, she looked like a palace willow, noble and immortal.

Sheng Yan turned her head and saw a strange spirit floating behind her, she showed a surprised expression, "Are you a ghost? Door god? Kitchen god?"

Lu Zhengkang did not respond, he thought he was dreaming.

"I don't think you're like an unreasonable person. You can break into my sword intent, you are also very good."

Lu Zhengkang stared at the real person Sheng Yan, she smiled naively, and it was a great comfort for a beautiful woman to show such an undefended smile in front of you.

Fu Daozi stared at the slender white pig in front of him, he could feel the despicable flame in his lumbar spine, but he was heartbroken by it. So he just stared, knelt down and watched the piggy back to him. The bloated whiteness made him nauseous, and he couldn't help but want to lick it, just like a goat would lick the white salt. Serious dogs will also show great affection for the secret lard oil from the host family.

Sheng Yan asked, "Can you make a wish here? Shinto monks have such methods."

Lu Zhengkang was dull and speechless. What appeared in front of him were many blurred illusions, a woman who looked like Qing Ningzi, but not Qing Ningzi, a cold woman standing in front of him, looking at Gong Liu's appearance, she was undoubtedly Sheng Yan. Now, she was also a very serious person.

Serious, but lively, she is a jade-colored ice wrapped in flames.

Sheng Yan said, "I don’t ask you anything else, it’s too difficult for you. I ask my two disciples to be safe, one is called Fu Daozi and the other is Qingningzi. Fu Daozi is a senior, Some, the same age as me, Qing Ningzi is a junior sister, she is a child."

Fu Daozi circled around the feast. For a few moments, Fu Daozi felt great pain. Now he finally calmed down, slowly admired, and got rid of his despicable and low-level fantasies. He smiled and ordered the female cousin to go. Playing the piano aside.

Lu Zhengkang murmured, "I was sixteen years old that year, and she was sixteen years old."

Sheng Yan frowned, "Don't you agree? Then you can go, I won't keep you as a guest."

When Lu Zhengkang heard the clear sword sound, he recovered.

Unconsciously fell asleep. The poem was over, and the female wife was lying down in his arms again, her eyes full of admiration and tenderness.

Everything was the same as the guess when he just crossed. Lu Zhengkang copied a good word, and then he succeeded in prostitution.

The fact is like this. A good word is Ruisby among Fengyue practitioners. A good word can make a prostitute's worth soar. Siyang is a romantic place, and there are many literati and poker people wandering around here, and there are often all kinds of romantic affairs. The least of which is the mutual achievement of scholars and famous prostitutes.

Lu Zhengkang is not a scholar, and he is not looking for a famous prostitute. She only has this poem, and she will not become a famous prostitute in the future, but it's okay. The key is that Lu Zhengkang can prostitute for nothing, so that a man with only six or two pieces of silver can do it. Go out of this door with your head high.

It was at night that he and Fu Daozi met again. At this time, the sky was still dark, but the brothel was already lively, and the crowd became unclean. The most important thing was that the day shift should go back to rest.

The two laughed at each other, and they didn’t say anything. Knowing a person too much will degrade his cute image, so they both maintain a unique and unified silence. This is the Ruisby of the prostitutes. After all, not all the time. Suitable for being a fellow.

They ate in the restaurant nearby. Lu Zhengkang didn't bring money, but Fu Daozi didn't lack money, but Fu Daozi thought Lu Zhengkang was a rich man. After all, a monk who secretly controls a human dynasty, how could he have no money?

With the trust in each other, the two can eat with confidence.

After all, Fu Daozi is an old river and lake with a personal touch. He ate halfway through ~www.readwn.com~ as an excuse to make it easier, but actually went to the counter to check out.

Speaking of convenience, Lu Zhengkang is already quite confident in his research on automatic flushing, and he has the opportunity to share with his good brothers.

After the meal, with a refreshing and comfortable evening breeze, the two unscrupulous monks rushed back to Xinyue Town at night. The moon is fine today.

Sure enough, they slept on their feet at night. The two of them lay on a roof, staring at the starry sky together, confirming the previous conjecture about the karma of the stars and the heavens. They talked indiscriminately, Fu Daozi and Lu Zhengkang agreed that one day, one of them Whoever cultivates into a living real immortal must go to the sky to see, or both of them have cultivated into a real immortal, and go to the starry sky together.

Lu Zhengkang began to tell the story, of course, about some martial arts novels. Fu Daozi was very interested in the grudges of mortals, so Lu Zhengkang talked about Gulong, and he was very interested in officials.

After talking about Gulong for a while, Lu Zhengkang felt tired and said, "If you want to know what is going on, let's listen to the next time!"

The two laughed.

Fu Daozi put his arm on his head and told Lu Zhengkang about his past.

"That year, I was also 20 years old, and she was also 20 years old... No, no, no, this story is not good, let's change another. At the beginning, I was also from the rivers and lakes, from the northern part of Central China called Yan Guo Swordsman, now that country is ruined, and it’s really caught in a chaotic era of separatist rule. I thought that after becoming a monk, the war would end, but after becoming a monk, I couldn’t get close to my homeland, which is the territory of the Heavenly Palace, and it is also true. Evil school. Slowly, my mind faded."

"I am more interested in the days when you practiced the Taoism."

"Well, let me speak slowly, my master, me, and my younger sister..."

Lu Zhengkang whispered softly, Qing Ningzi, he smiled.

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