Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

The deputy head lives in Xiaoyan Peak of Shisan Peak.

On this day, he yawned, hugged a basin and walked out, filled with jade slips, for the little guys in the base-building period.

Two months after the grand ceremony of the master’s Taoist couple is over, it will be the three-dao conference that the nine continents have been waiting for. As the host of their hospitality, of course they have to come off the horse. No, it’s a new look, which makes the world feel. The deep warmth brought by their geniuses from Jingmen!

The location of the morning meeting is on the stargazing platform of Xiaoyan Peak, where the deputy head of lectures is particularly passionate.

Especially when the stars at night are within reach. Looking at the little guys who are trapped in the next circle, he thought from the bottom of his heart, ah, his hypnosis skills have grown again. Throw out this trick to convince people with reason!

How clever is a soldier who is defeated without a fight!

As usual, he walked up to the observatory with his graceful steps.

A large swath of the audience fell crookedly.

Leaning close together in twos and threes and fell asleep.

"What's the matter?" He asked with concern.

The disciple rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Uncle Zhong Yan, we, we have been together for several days, and we have been so cold that we can’t sleep. It's been midnight, what is going on. If this continues, you will not even be able to concentrate on the exercises. Can you think of a way?"

The deputy head thought to himself, this is a **** thing.

How can he think of a solution?

The cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy of the Taijingmen are closely related to the head's mood. Could he let the head be more restrained and not be so turbulent.

If he dared to say it, he might not be shot to death on the spot.

This newlywed Yaner, the head of the house has been single for a thousand years, and the old house is on fire, so it can't be saved.

Obviously he was not the only one who thought so.

Even if the other elders were frozen into dogs, they were still clenching their teeth. It was rare that the head had worked hard for a thousand years, and after so many days of happy days, their tolerance passed. That is, they were a little worried about the wife of the head, these nine elders somehow showed their thoughts to her disciple, and the sangmei with all kinds of styles turned out to be a man!

The things are done so absolutely, where do you put the head of the boss's face?

While the elders were worried, they couldn't help but want to make the head quicker.

Isn’t the game between men and women just the starter thing, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. The elders thought from the bottom of their hearts, hoping that the leader would be able to make a difference, take out his bravery to smash the 36 continents with a sword, and completely suppress the evil wind caused by the wife of the leader.

"Boom!"

Hail the size of a quail egg hit the head of the deputy head, making him foolish.

Deputy head: "?!"

This early morning, is the head so interested? He just smashed Lengzi when he came up.

Hey, forget it, this old ancestor is rare to get rid of it, is it not considerate to be a junior?

It didn't take long for the deputy head to think about this, the original quail egg-sized Lengzi in the sky became a big fist.

The wailing sounded from the peaks, forming one piece.

The deputy head was dumbfounded.

No, my ancestors, you two don’t have to be so passionate.

Where is the burning of the old house? I clearly want to stew them in one pot.

"Come on quickly, too dizzy."

A small dark golden sword swiftly passed by the deputy head.

The voice fell to the ground, bone-chilling, like a thin coolness burrowing into the bone gap.

The deputy head was stunned for a moment.

This is... the edict of the head?

He had never heard the head speak so coldly, even though the head's voice was always cold, but the emotions here, sandwiched with a kind of coldness that was ruined by jade and stone, were about to see blood in the throat in an instant.

The deputy head no longer thought about it, Yu Jian went to Taihu Mountain.

The head was in front of the thatched house, the realm of his body was snow-battered and gluttonous, and he was dressed in black clothes, and his expression was obscure.

"Dare to run."

He spoke very lightly.

"It's really good."

This was the first time the deputy head saw such a head, desperate and crazy, like a crane who suddenly lost his voice in an avalanche, unable to even make the last cry for help.

"This... Sovereign, has something happened?" He asked tentatively, "Who ran away?"

The head Qi Tong is cold, like a fairy who is not stained with dust.

The next moment the deputy head received the sound transmission crane.

"The deputy head is not good! Well, that Senior Uncle Sang is gone! The disciple detained in the talisman prison is a guard disciple, who was stunned by Senior Uncle Sang's tricks!"

The deputy head suddenly felt a coldness wafting around him.

"I'm going out, you are optimistic about the mountain gate, don't let some monsters come in."

The black Taoist brows and eyes are thin.

The deputy head was a little taken aback, and hesitated, "Are you going to arrest Master Sang yourself? You are newly married, so it's better to transfer a few elders—"

"Newly married."

The head suddenly repeated these two words, and the deputy head shuddered inexplicably.

"Without my order, no one can go to Taijueshan Qinse Palace."

"……Yes."

Seeing people moving forward, the deputy chief asked quickly, "How long will it take you? These three conferences..."

"soon."

He bowed his head and looked towards the sky.

"Three days is enough."

So weak, what are you doing now?

She was with the wanted criminal Sangsang.

It's still a beautiful misunderstanding.

What's the matter?

After being so weak and taking her heart and blood, she went to the Palace of Fate of Taijue Mountain and destroyed Lingxihua in one fell swoop. After confirming that all the work was done, she sneaked down the mountain and just hit the escaped Sang Yu.

How about a narrow road to the enemy?

"Are you here—to save me?"

On the night when the blizzard was raging, he was dressed in red, stained with blood, and his eyes turned to light.

"I know it, I know it!"

He cried and laughed and hugged her, his waist that was so weak that he was about to break.

Green tea essence just missed the best time to explain.

And uphold the good green tea cultivation, so weak and subconsciously polite, "Oh, then, let's go together?"

"Okay, the disciple eloped with Master!"

So weak: "?"

Who is going to elope with you? !

You let go, this is not in line with the script of my pre-determined "The Wife in the Head: Escape One Night"! This should be renamed "My Daily Cuckold to the Head"!

The plot is so **** exciting.

She would be chopped in half by the head brother, not even letting go of her hair.

"Farewell." With nine bends and eighteen bends in the weak intestines, he said affectionately, "I am a sinner through the ages, and you have been pierced by the sword by your brother, and you have suffered another calamity. I am tormented in my heart. I'm very sorry, how can you still be troubled by your face and skin? Run away, leave me alone, Master, I will pray for you silently where you can't see it."

"The disciples are not afraid."

Sang Yu clenched such a weak hand, "Master no longer suppresses himself, love me as much as he wants, and this time the disciple will never misunderstand you again."

So weak: "..."

She was a little stressed when the whitewashing was too successful.

She decided to break the jar, "I made up the words in the Dao Lian Dian, and it has nothing to do with you. I don't want to get married, so you don't want to be wishful thinking."

"Okay, it's not wishful thinking, it's a happy relationship, is it?" Sang Yu raised a smile on her lips, "Tui'er understands that Master is duplicity, always belittle herself, and a good disciple gives up. Tie'er has misunderstood you. Once, never again."

No, why is your ability to fill the round field so strong?

Do you know your own strategy?

As weak as he was about to speak, he took out two jade slips from his sleeve.

"This is the jade slip from my teacher's door." His face flushed suddenly. He was originally a beautiful and affectionate face, and it became more and more difficult for people to move their eyes. "You, you keep it."

So weak expressed understanding of his blush.

This teacher's jade slip can't be given out casually, it is equivalent to giving your boyfriend the key of your own house.

It also means to seduce her boyfriend to stay overnight.

"This, this is not so good."

She said in her mouth, and the hand was picked up very quickly, making Sang Yu's ears slightly red again, "Then, I will go to your side first to avoid the wind?" In fact, what she was thinking was Xiao Moyuan. The thing, this thing is strange and evil, since it is the demonic cultivator camp, it is of course to know oneself and the enemy to win in all battles.

As for the use of the "female host", it is so weak to use it with peace of mind.

My father of Party A has died tragically because of your love and hatred. I am the one to collect the tableware. The interest is not excessive, right?

So the two of them successfully escaped from the magic circle of Taijingmen by virtue of the concealment of the magical weapons, and in a remote and quiet place where no one disturbed them, they launched their division to send the jade slips.

So weak squatted in the grass with a stick of incense, and his legs were numb, then the jade slip slowly finished the teleportation formation.

She was crazy in her heart, no wonder that this thing could not be included in the list of escape tools at the scene of the fierce battle-when it is finished, people will be cooler than yellow cauliflower.

A burst of red light flashed, and he followed Sang Yu back to his teacher's door, Fosang altar.

The nine magic continents, led by Huzhou, ranked first in the number of daily births and daily deaths of magic repairs. The deeper reason is that the three major evil Buddha altars, the Fosang Altar, the Unable Altar, and the Emerald Altar, are all piled up here. Because of the many temptations, there are countless traitors who change the door every day, and the killing of the door is killed. But come.

Such weak camouflage skills have always been awesome.

She is a fairy elder, mixed in a group of magic repairs, and has become a very qualified background board for passers-by. This little ancestor stood wherever there was excitement, holding her food in his hand, eating while watching, occasionally became interested, and also acted as a martial arts instructor. It's unprepared!"

"That's right! Those who make big things don't stick to the trivial, come on, attack his vest!"

The two demon cultivators who were fighting were a little bit contradictory because of trivial matters. According to international practice, they originally wanted to fight a dozen. If they clicked until they were clicked, they would be able to live a good life. fire.

The two were blushing, fighting for the last breath, and annoyed each other.

With a snap, he fell to the ground in a coma.

It's a shame to be so weak, "How long is it? Why is it not working? My saliva hasn't been dry yet."

The faint eyes of all the demons have changed-this is the little demon girl of the Emerald Altar, right? Otherwise, how could you be so troubled, the aunt's **** will make the two people useless!

Everyone avoids her like a snake.

The weaker even has a name, "The Terrible Passerby in Broad Daylight".

So weak: The level of this demon repair title is really bad, not domineering at all.

As soon as he arrived in Huzhou, Sang Yu let Zhen on the line.

Compared with the gorgeous Sangsang, Sang Yu's real body is the real show. His eyes are more electric than hers, the earrings are longer than her, and he looks like a cynical dude, and has a little natural richness.

I don't know how this person cultivated the Dharma.

"Master, you look at the disciple in this way. Disciple is a bit uncomfortable." His lips were full, "A kiss to show respect?"

She uttered a weak voice and said sincerely, "Actually, you don't need to switch between men and women. I respect this person's habit." She poked people in the heart and lungs, "In fact, you are quite suitable for being a woman, feeling like being a sister. Good."

Sang Yu: "...I don't want that incarnation."

So weak: "?"

The good-looking kid is stupid, but that is a body that has been authenticated as a "female host"!

"Think about it again." She politely said, "Cultivating an incarnation is not easy. You really don't have to give up yourself because of worldly prejudices."

Sang Yu stared straight at her.

"It's not about worldly prejudices."

"I don't want to be a woman, I want to be a master's man."

So weakly, "There seems to be something delicious in front of me." Then she passed by, ignoring the topic.

Sang Yu was suddenly frustrated, and couldn't do anything to her, so she had to follow.

The Fosang Altar is to the east of Huzhou, and Sang Yu is obviously a very popular and popular player, and when he shows his face, he attracts the attention of his disciples.

She was so weak that he thought he would take her back to where he lived, for a plot of Jinwu Cangjiao, but he didn't expect him to take her directly to the main hall of the Fosang Altar.

"Old man, I've abducted your daughter-in-law."

So weak: "???"

Why did you see your parents all of a sudden?

In the main hall stood a middle-aged man, dressed in Haiqing, with long hair, his hands clasped together, and Amitabha, "Sang'er, the monks don't say anything."

Sang Yu owes it a lot, "Then why do you have me as a kid."

"..."

The middle-aged layman looked weak, his eyes narrowed, "How do you call this fellow Taoist?"

"My woman."

"Don't interrupt, I ask her where she came from."

"The monks should speak mildly, don't scare people, do you want to hold your grandson."

"..."

The middle-aged layman looked more and more wrong, and suddenly he waved his hand, and a scroll appeared in the air.

At the next moment, the scroll slammed on Sang Yu's head with a frenzy.

"Your kid is crazy! Who do you know this woman is? The Ninth Elder of Taijingmen, Qin Aisu's Daoist who publicly admitted to 36 Continents!"

Although the middle-aged layman did not go to the ceremony, he had many eyes and ears, and he also obtained first-hand information. As for the "Sangsang" matter, he had heard a little, and it was this kid who had suffered a love affair. It's fine after that, so as to save him from being so arrogant and arrogant.

"Not anymore." Sang Yu's eyes fell. "Since I dare to bring her back, I won't be afraid."

"You are not afraid of Lao Tzu!"

The middle-aged layman said sternly, "Now, immediately, immediately, send people back to me intact! I told you that, your grandfather and grandfather were unlucky back then and stopped at the Ubud. What happened? I was bumped into by this person, and even the suicide note was not finished, and he fell under his sword! How old was he at that time? Less than two hundred years old! Still a little golden pill!"

But just this golden pill has made Thirty-Six Continents frightened for a hundred years!

Sang Yu's lips straightened, "I am three hundred and seventy years old.

The middle-aged layman laughed with anger, "You really don’t know the height of the sky and the earth when you go out, right? Yes, you are a half-step transforming god, but Qin Aisu is a Mahayana, or a seven-fold Hundred Dharma realm, only two steps away. Soaring, do you know what it means? He is on the same level as our founding ancestor! You must be called venerable! Not to mention you!"

"Since this person was born, the fate of our nine demon continents has been firmly suppressed, and we can't make it out. We finally have to wait until the day of the devil's fall in a thousand years, the devil's yuan will come, and the catastrophe will be added. The timing of everything, at this critical juncture, how can you be so unconscious!"

The little Mo Yuan hovering in the sea of ​​weak knowledge proudly said: "Yes, this lord was born to save the Demon Continent, Demon Lord, have you found that your cultivation of ten feet of red dust and soft smoke is very smooth? That is mine. Credit! With me, you will be able to unify thirty-six continents in the future, become a demon, step on the sole of the surname Qin, and let him surrender! ’

So weak: ‘how about you tell him in public? ’

Xiao Moyuan: ‘He was cheated by you and betrayed by you. He is probably hiding in a corner and crying now. Will he dare to come to you? If he dares, it’s okay for Lord Ben to fight with one of them. ’

"Report!"

A disciple ran in panic.

"Altar Master, Qin, Qin——"

He even feared to say that name.

"He broke the Ubud, crossed the Jiuyin Road, and came—"

Xiao Moyuan shut himself down on the spot.

It's over!

Its crow's mouth woof!

Mozhou and Xianzhou each established mountain barriers. If the two sides wanted to enter each other's territory, they would either smuggle, pretend to be their identities, or have locals willing to introduce them to help confuse them.

The weak category belongs to the third category.

Of course, these three are basically sneaky.

For someone like the male protagonist, he doesn't need to think about these things, so he rushes straight into it.

With the name of "the **** little fugitive wife" on the head of her weak head, it must have been a miserable beating when she was caught back. She thought about it and was about to run away.

But the middle-aged layman's eyes were like lightning, and he stretched out his hand to catch her.

"--Father!"

Sang wanted to split his eyes, "No!"

So weak is not a person who sits and waits for death, immediately sacrificed the magic weapon.

"Not beautiful? Qin Aisu even gave you this?!" The middle-aged layman lost his voice, "This is a prehistoric artifact!"

The magical artifacts go from acquired to innate, and then from savage to prehistoric.

Just an acquired magic weapon, let the Yuan Yingqi fight a bloodshed.

And how rare are the ancient artifacts?

There are only three Buddha-sang altars like the family’s great cause.

And "Buqiyu" is a Buddhist piano with transparent spirituality. Whenever the piano is played, no matter what the weak question is, the other party must answer truthfully, and he must follow her advice and corrections to achieve the goal of "correcting evil and returning to the right." . Speaking of which, this Buddha Qin is still one of her betrothal gifts.

She dialed a tone and randomly asked a question, "Altar Master, how old are you this year?"

The middle-aged layman said a number out of control, two thousand three hundred and seventy-one.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder, two thousand three hundred and seventy-one robbery thunder crashed down.

Oh, there are a lot of people here.

Before he was so weak, he had endured more than twenty Dao, but he would be better off.

The middle-aged lay people want to insult the Buddha.

How could this Buddhist piano fall into the hands of a bad woman!

But at this moment, a black-clothed head stepped into the incense hall, holding "You Can't See" in his hand, and his natal sword was better than a prehistoric weapon, which made the Buddha Sang Altar, an otherwise not wealthy sect, even worse.

The weak gaze caught him off guard.

peaceful.

Dark.

Deprived of life.

It was like a quietly dead tide under a moonlit night, without any flow.

Kind of scary.

Little Moyuan exploded: ‘The devil is running away! He is not in the right mood! It must be to kill you to sacrifice to heaven! It took you like a love robbery! ’

"Qin Jianzun is against the rules, right?" The middle-aged layman dodges the thunder robbery, trying to convince people with reason, "Does your cultivation allow you to bully the weak?"

"I'll come, pick me up, wife, and go home."

His eyelashes were covered with cream and his expression was light.

"Your wife?" The middle-aged Jushi said, "Shouldn't your wife stay well in Xianzhou? How come, come to such a filthy place and defile the body?" He squinted, and insisted, " By the way, since Qin Jianzun is here, I haven't introduced it yet, this is Dog's daughter-in-law—"

The head raised his fingers and threw a talisman burning with flames.

Eyebrows are as pale as misty landscapes.

"Shang Gen Xia Li, there is fire under the mountain."

"Exhausted."

The Jie Lei evoked by the weak Buddha Qin immediately combined with the fire, and fell into a terrifying thunder fire.

The middle-aged layman didn't even have the strength to speak, his eyes were cold, and he tried his best to resist.

The sight of Junior Brother shifted to Sang Yu who was next to him.

"The breath overlaps." He asked softly, "but you, Senior Nephew Sang, deceived my Taoist companion."

The middle-aged layman stared, "Sang'er, run!"

This identity was exposed, and it was too late to even quibble.

Rather than dodge, Sang Yu brought up his peach blossom dying water sword to fight.

"laugh."

Little Senior Brother was filled with a world-weary and alienated breath, his tone was cold and almost humiliating.

"That's it? Fight with me?"

He didn't even make his debut this time. With a wave of his hand, the father and son were thrown out of the hall.

"Snapped."

The door of the temple was closed, and the ground was messed up.

The joss sticks were scattered, the Buddha statue was destroyed in the ruins, and the altar was in a mess.

So weak: "?"

Wait, if you don't clean up the people, why are the doors closed in broad daylight?

Seeing that person walked along, the little demon Yuan was trembling.

So weak and plucked another string.

Awe-inspiring murderous aura slid across his neck, and a blood-red incision suddenly appeared.

"Junior sister, you are—"

He seemed to be extremely tired, and his voice was even more cold.

"You use the piano I gave you to take my life?"

But the weak can't manage that much, she is not the heroine, and there is no halo of the heroine who will come to life. This person probably wants to dispose of her eight pieces and five horses.

She simply changed to another more lethal tune, and activated the "Admonishment" skill while playing.

"Senior Brother, you consumed one game, and now you are very sleepy."

She tried to hypnotize the other party. After all, the Taoism of the Mahayana period was invincible. Instead of head-on, it was better to let him fall asleep, and then she took the opportunity to run away.

"Oh."

Junior Brother responded coldly, "It's time to sleep."

She is so weak and secretly delighted, it seems that Foqin's "exhortation" is useful.

She was intimidated and good at temptation, "Yes, you suddenly felt heavy, so put down the sword in your hand."

He did so, raising his wrist lightly, and throwing "You Can't See" back at will, and with a clumsy sound, it stuck straight into the door.

So weak brows twitched.

"Keep the door," the little brother said coldly, "don't let any more livestock, disturbing my belated wedding night."

If you don’t see the buzzing, it means you have received it.

He stepped closer.

until--

The girdle was removed, like a broken jade, and it slammed directly on her non-qiyuqin.

Little brother's eyes fluttered red, pressing her waist.

"Come on, go to bed."