Li Chenan didn't know what kind of situation is the situation of the washing sword building.

But his master was called Wu Xunchen!

Since the host of the Jianjianlou is the master of the master, it is his own uncle.

If the Jianjianlou is really trapped in the predicament, you have to help you anyway--

Regardless of whether you can help, you must do your best to help, because there is also a grave of a master in the washing sword building!

Of course, you can enter the Eighteen French style that you can enter the love platform and can understand the two weeks. It will become easier to help the washing the sword building.

I should have made some arrangements.

For example, secretly stretch Xuanjiaying into the washing sword building.

After all, it sounds like the danger of this sword tower comes from the royal family of Wu State ... Faced with a country, even if I really became a master master, at most, I saved a few more people.

If the Xuanjia camp is washing the sword building, I am afraid I can save a few more swords.

Extinction must be destroyed by the country's machines. The ashes of the master brought the ashes of the master and brought it back to the Taohua Mountain in Guangling City for burial, but it was better.

But now your identity cannot be exposed.

Then you can't summon Xuanjiaying.

Then you must delay the timing of Wu Guo's royal family, and wait more than a year.

After more than a year, can you save Zhong Li Ruoshui and have seen it.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan held Zhong Liru's small waist again.

His Dantian became fiery again, and the internal force flowed faster.

After all, you can't do more.

This dog said that the two weeks tactics, how about tortured people?

Just in Xiahua's sight, Li Chen'an suddenly released his left hand, raised it in front of him, and his face was incomparable.

Create evil!

You can't even use your hands!

This is the biggest punishment that God has committed the sins that I committed in my last life!

Nympho

Nympho

Sadness is good or good, you can't stop under your feet, because hope is just ahead.

Shi Zhaohua August 14th.

Li Chen'an and his party arrived in Wu State's Xilian City in Hexi Prefecture.

Here is only three days left from Wu Guo Kyoto Dongxu City at the speed.

After crossing Hexi Prefecture, it is Hedong Prefecture.

Dongxu City is in Hedong Prefecture.

Washing the sword tower is a hundred miles outside Dongxu City!

As a state government in Hexi, Xilian City is very large and prosperous.

But such prosperity is all of them, Li Chen'an ... life is incompetent.

It is too late, and I can only live in Xilan City tonight, because Zhong Li Ruo Water is getting tired.

Xiahua is bringing the way.

She seems to be familiar with it here.

When the carriage stopped, Li Chen'an led Zhong Liruo to the carriage station at the door of the inn, and looked up at the lantern at the door?

"Yuelai Inn!"

He found that this Yuelai Inn was a bit simple, so he looked at Xia Hua and asked:

"Is this inn ... Is it a one -person? Or is it a coincidence in the name?"

Xia Hua stunned, she didn't know.

"It is a coincidence. Who can have so much financial resources to open so many inn in various countries?"

Too.

How many Yuelai Inn met this way?

If it is the same boss ... this one can really be called a rich country!

Li Chen'an didn't think much. They walked into the inn. The lobby just entered the inn, and saw the lobby full of people, and heard the lively noise:

"Tomorrow Mid -Autumn Festival, our talents in Hexi Prefecture gathered together, and the Mid -Autumn Festival will be held in the Moon See Academy in this city of Xilan City!"

"Everyone, this time the Mid -Autumn Festival will come from Kyoto. It is said that they will judge three poems with the Master of the Academy in the Monthly Monthly to send them to Kyoto!"

"We have lost to the Wanlin Academy in Dongxu City in the past ten years ... This time, we must be able to win some faces for the Yuejin Academy!"

Xia Hua turned to Li Chen'an.

Li Chen'an is not interested in this.

He is now on the two weeks.

He just wanted to rush to wash the sword building as soon as possible, enter the love platform as soon as possible, and entered the big master when he could break through the eighteen French style of the day!

Because only in this way can he cure Zhong Li Ruo Shui, and let him get the sexual blessing he wants to roar!

As for others ... to go!

Xia Hua didn't know why Mr. was so anxious to wash the sword building. Naturally, she hoped that Mr. would also go to this Mid -Autumn Festival. If Mr. was chanting a poem at the conference, he would definitely make these arrogant students be self -contained.

It will definitely be passed as a good story.

Unfortunately, the gentleman has no intention.

Also, Mr. who was indifferent to fame and fortune, and when he looked through the mind of Hongchen, he would not take such a poem in his eyes.

She went to the counter.

It seemed to show a signboard to the old shopkeeper.

Li Chen'an saw the old shopkeeper at a surprise look at them, and then said something to Xia Hua very much.

For a while, the old shopkeeper beckoned and ran a small two.

Xia Hua turned to Li Chenan's side, "Sir, Master ..."

Zhong Li Ruo Shui did not resist this name, and was very happy.

"This way, students thought that Mr. and Master and Mother were tired, and needed to rest quietly, so I wrapped the South Court ... Mr., Master, please!"

Under the leadership of Primary School, Li Chenan walked across the lobby and came to the moon door to the patio.

His front foot just across the moon door, and he heard a sound in his ears:

"Do you think this Mid -Autumn Festival Poetry will be interesting to the academy and Wanlin Academy?"

When Li Chen'an turned back, he saw a handsome boy holding the wine glass, sighed and said:

"Presumably everyone knows the Mid -Autumn Poetry Club in Ningguo's literary world when I am going to the year of the year."

"Presumably all the fifteen words in the poem will be backwards."

The teenager drank a glass of wine, looked at the eyes that fell on his face, and said nothing:

"Shi Xian Li Chen'an, write into 16 words."

"He watched the Mid -Autumn Festival's gathering and clutch, even if he could leave some ... Everyone,"

The young man glanced at those students, and his brows raised: "Who do you think can write better Mid -Autumn Festival to surpass him?!"

The boy suddenly stood up and laughed, "It's not that the son opposes you to write the words of the Mid -Autumn Festival, but ... Li Chenan's Zhuyu is in front of him.

"

"Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy's final decisive poems, after all, can not escape the comparison with Li Chenan's poems ..."

"The ending after the comparison, of course, it is obvious that the name of Li Chen'an's poetry is not a virtual name ... What is the first to get the first place in this poem?"

At this moment, a teenager of the other table suddenly stood up, and he questioned with a lust:

"Dodnom, no first martial arts since ancient times. According to you, don't we have to write any poems and articles?"

The son of the surname of Pu grinned: "Of course it can be written, after all, you can also cultivate sentiment, but your purpose is to compare!"

"You can't be better than him during his lifetime, after he died ..."

He walked towards the door, "After his death, his poems became a must -have, you ..."

He suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand: "All the scholars in the future can not win him again!"

"Because of Shixian, there is only one!"
To be continued...