Qin Yin Qingyue.

In the Li family's family, the teacher who had a bitter face of the listener's children's face was also soft. When the blue shirt boy foud the piano, he started, and it was already different from the ordinary vulgar.

Also changed, those teenagers were quiet, while seniors stopped talking, or listened to Rong Jing, or closed their eyes, shaking their heads slightly.

The blue shirt was sitting on the piano, and the eyes were quiet, and the piano sound was melodious.

The young man closed his eyes, as if he had seen his skills, and he was full of aspirations.

The old man was sad, and he seemed to see the world in the world and saw the setbacks he encountered.

Li Yixian recalled many experiences during the capital, and stayed in the same time.

The house is immersed in the piano sound, but the person outside the house only feels that footsteps are lifted, and it is not in, not in, a pair of messy eyebrows have been completely corrected. He just wants to buy something.

Among the family you chose, there are such superiors.

After thinking about it, raise your hand and pat your mind.

A bite of dark wind was sprayed, covering the entire Li family.

Then there were one ghostly ghosts emerged, all wearing dark yellow clothes, and the shape of the waist was clear. However, the face was blurred, and the waist was thoroughly transparent.

If you want to support it, you have already covered the nature.

The man raised his hand and pointed in front, and said, "Go, rest the soul in the room back!"

"Whoever hooked a soul back, Daoye hooked you the name, put you back to the world, and go to the ghost to ask for a yin."

"Even if you can't live, you can at least no longer be driven."

These ghosts encouraged the yin wind for a moment, rushing towards the yard. For a while, the yin wind burst into the wind. When coming in, ordinary people would inevitably feel that the back of the back was cold, stiff, and the yang was persecuted.

It started to stagnate.

Ten steps in the first ten are already evil.

Go to a hundred and twenty steps.

The piano sounds in the ear.

Listen to the piano sound, like my life.

It contains the dream of Huangliang, which is a sense of dreams and dreams. Qi Wu is confused and unconsciously urged by Yuanshen. It has fell into the ears of these ghosts.

The woman, or a mighty man, also has an old man, is different, and it seems to be awakened by the Yuanshen and artistic conception in the sound of the piano sound.

The man's complexion suddenly changed, and he hurriedly swept with a sleeve robe.

That cuffs turned around, as if it turned into a big pocket. The black wind was flowing back, and all the dozen ghosts were pulled back directly, while the Taoist priests were holding their own goats and beards, and the corners of the eyes were jumping: "

Just by relying on Fuqin, I almost overdo my more than ten ghosts. Is this Buddhist, or Taoist? "

"The Yuan Shen is strong, and there is such a understanding."

"It's the one who has died!"

"Which real person is here?"

"There is such a means in the French pulse."

"Is it Fang Xiandao? Or Lou Guan Road?"

"I am first, the Mahayana Dharma again?"

"Don't really have ghosts and impermanences to eat tea here, right?"

The Taoist paced back and forth, and gritted his teeth: "No matter, if you can't get back to Yinshou, I will be difficult to live. No matter who the real person is here, I have to say it."

After twisting a trick, hiding his body, took a few steps forward, and saw that a hem was still outside, failed to go, and fell in the air.

Taoist shook his head and said, "Hey, 130 years old, still timid."

"I don't know if it's a real person."

"I was so scared that I couldn't even use the spells."

"Practice ..."

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hem and dragged it a few times.

In the eyes of others, it seemed to see the fabric hanging in the air shaking a few times, and then seemed to be straightened. It was dragged to another place.

After a few steps, after standing firmly, put down his clothes, stroked his palm and smiled proudly: "Well, Cheng Yan!"

Then I raised my hand and sorted out the crown and ignored the cuffs.

But it really looks like a Taoist priest.

Only then walked inside.

After crossing Shiping, narrow roads, some people came and went, but they all turned a blind eye to him.

Organize the crown, the right hand is a little on the cuffs, a little light flew out of the sleeve, and the bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a worship, dragged with both hands.

But see that there is a tadpole with a line of text.

[With a small Zhao Zhao real person, he will go to the nine days and the prince, the Tai Shangzhang, the nine old immortals are gods, the nine emperors, the three emperors ...]

This is the origin of his teacher. It is impossible to be passed down from these great fairy, but it is back to the upper back. There will be three copies of this jade post when passing the French pulse.

One of them is carried with you, and the other is burning into smoke to go to the sky.

Respectfully, go forward, and then say:

"I don't know where the predecessors are, the path ..."

The sound and expression are extremely respectful and humble.

Looking up, I saw Qi Qin's confusion.

The smile on the face of this Taoist suddenly solidified, and he widened his eyes, as if he was fist fiercely.

Arrogant, even the back of the squeezing spine suddenly straightened up, and the temperament changed in a moment: "Originally ..."

He looked at the young man and laughed: "It is a [only cultivation, not cultivation] beside you!"

"It's just the powerful Yuanshen, hum, Dao Ye thought, what's really the ability!"

"Scared me."

Sweeping the sleeve robe and unbuttoned the stealth method.

Li Yuexin was intoxicated in Qi Wu's confused piano sound, recalling many twists and turns of young aspirations and many times when he was full of age.

The robe, white hair, the wooden crickets were soaked with oil, and it looked sloppy, and the bottom of my heart was snoring.

Looking at your brother subconsciously.

Li Yi had already sat on the ground first, and saw the Taoist priest, his face was pale, and said: "You, you!"

The Taoist laughed and said: "You accepted my gold that day."

"I'm here to get something."

Li Yi stuttered first: "I'm not, have you already gave you [the goods] to you?"

The Taoist laughed: "That's it."

"But the money I give you should have belonged to the Yin Di."

"You took the ghost money."

"I spent a lot of money on myself."

"Don't you know? Twelve golds buy your year of Yangshou, you have a lot of life, you are 35 years old, this fifty -four gold is your buying money."

Li Yi was cold behind him, but felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't move.

Li Yueyan suddenly said: "Slow, the money has never spent, still here."

The Taoist raised his eyes: "Oh?"

Li Yuexin raised his hand and took out a pocket, got up and said, "This is your gold."

"I also added thirty or two in it, which is a congratulatory gift for the Taoist chief. Please take up the expensive hands and let me go."

Li Yi stunned first: "Brother ..."

The Taoist laughed and said: "A good brother is deeply affectionate, good, good."

"But first look at it, what are you taking out?"

Li Yuexin stunned, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and opened his pocket suddenly. The gold that was originally prepared in it had become a pocket soybean.

Reaching into your arms, took out a pocket gold, and looked at him with a smile.

Li Yue scale blurted out: "This is ... my gold."

Then immediately accepted the sound and smiled with it: "No, it seems that you have taken it."

The Taoist laughed:

"What your gold
To be continued...