The white ape was undoubtedly moved, but still weighed the pros and cons in his heart. When heaven and man fight, no matter what yard is in the world, unless the top courtesans receive private money, once they discover, they will suffer the consequences of flesh and blood.

Chen Qingniu smiled secretly. Whether in the world or outside, there are always some things that can make difficult things unimpeded in an instant. He is a rough and vulgar person, so he would not feel contempt because of the compromise of the Red Mansion Purela. Wang Jiao joked that this Lotus Guest House guest was too secular and that ordinary Dharmas and immortals were not useful at all. He deserved to suffer the pain of the eight tribes devouring their roots and bones, otherwise he would not have a memory. It was just a silver note, but she was not.

The boat was not a small amount of 1,000 taels, but stretched out two fingers as thin as green onions to pick up a 100 tael silver note, smiled playfully, and said, "I dare to ask for this 100 taels, but I dare not. Thank you, the White Ape will arrange this for Mr. Chen. If the matter is done, the White Ape will be at ease. If it fails, the White Ape will also explain first that this 100 taels can be returned to the Young Master, but the two thousand nine hundred taels that have entered the nanny's pocket will be gone."

Chen Qingniu laughed loudly, never thinking that this delicate and elegant person is still a cheerful and kind person, and he is in a good mood. He said, "It's okay to succeed or not. After meeting the sister of Bai Yuan, this trip was not in vain."

She blinked, "Is that the young master asked someone to write for him?"

Chen Qingniu was as thick-skinned as the city wall of Liangzhou, and did not blush. He nodded and admitted: "Yes, my handwriting is very bad. Not to mention this cherry, even Yihong Chanjuan's two tower ships would be willing to ignore it."

She smiled, not seemingly disappointed, and said softly: "I'm going to make a connection with the young master's family?"

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "This is the best."

Qingling Bai Yuan left slowly. She also guessed that the person who actually met the chief cherry tower ship was not the friend Chen Gongzi's mouth, but him, but she had learned to be wise. Chen Qingniu walked to the window, and the elegant room was located on the fifth floor. It was obvious that Cui Youwei's calligraphy was extraordinary. If Chen Qingniu knew that the twenty-eight characters were written by Princess Cui's left hand, he would probably be even more amazed. Women's minds were needles under the sea, and they were no more simple than immortal magic. Chen Qingniu came to the window with the first sword sword, "Cherry" would not stop overnight on the shore of Shanghu Lake. It usually stayed at dusk, and then sailed to the center of the lake. He returned in the morning and would not stop for a moment. If any guests wanted to return to Liangzhou City in the middle, there would be

The boat was escorted by the boat, and it was very well-soled. Chen Qingniu looked at the moonlight lake and quietly waited for the interesting Qing'er's reply. He was as noble as the King of Yan, and he couldn't help but look for a woman who was as beautiful as the girl Xiao Xue, who came and was happy to be favored, and even asked the national hand to paint for the souvenir. It was no wonder that the woman on this building ship who was somewhat similar to Princess Cui, the minister under the skirt was crossing the river. Chen Qingniu didn't really want to have a kiss on the beauty and be a "brother-in-law" with those who were lucky enough to be the guest of the curtain. He just wanted to see if this woman, one of the two courtesans in the Red Chamber, really had the charm of Cui Youwei. However, before Chen Qingniu had time to wait for Qingling, he found that the surface of Shanghu Lake suddenly became strange, and a whirlpool from small to large, which forced Cherry to turn around and get rid of this suction force.

The old shipwreck said that there are dragons in this lake, and they will cause troubles every time during thunderstorms. Ordinary people only treat it as a topic of conversation, but they do not take it seriously. However, Chen Qingniu did not doubt it, because the princess Anyang Zhu Zhenying once said that King Liang used the God-Slaying Crossbow to shoot a mother dragon that was only three hundred years away from turning into a dragon. The night pearl was also peeled from its belly. The dragon dragon dragon, in fact, is a huge difference between the two. The former is mostly dormant lakes and lakes and living in the deep mountains. The ancient book "Xiewen" reveals the secret of heaven. The dragon is the origin of the dragon. It is a fish in the pond. It takes 3,600 years to reach the opportunity. If the dragon becomes a dragon, it also requires the right time, place and people. Chen Qingniu thought that the reason why the mother dragon was robbed was most likely in the belly.

The beads are expected to ascend early, and there is a big stir. This makes King Liang use the God-Slaying Crossbow to encircle and suppress it in anger, and responds to the old saying that good and bad luck are interdependent. The bead embedded in the sword by Zhu Zhenying is really a pearl covered with dust. It is definitely not an ordinary night pearl. Chen Qingniu borrowed ancient books from Princess Cui’s Biluo Building during this period and flipped into an ancient saying in "The Dragon Shake" that this bead is made of the essence of "Xirang" and needs to be warmed up in the abdomen of the dragon. The last time it appeared was thousands of years ago, and countless twists and turns were finally lost to Chen Qingniu's hands. Chen Qingniu was also a waste of slapping and laughing. Compared with Zhu Zhenying, he only had fifty steps and laughing a hundred steps, and he was slapping for 50 steps and laughing for sixty steps.

In an instant, above Shanghu, there was a steep spirit of a fish flying out of the ink pond. Some scholars who got out of bed and saw strange phenomena were not aware of their lives, and they were still talking loudly, reciting poems and essays from afar, cheering and echoing each other, and having a great time talking.

Chen Qingniu said to himself: "It seems that there is more than one dragon in the lake."

In the turbulent momentum, the door slammed open, and a graceful woman appeared in Chen Qingniu's eyes. She wore snow-white feathered gauze, white boots and white socks, which made her white skin more crystal clear and charming, unlike a woman in the world. Chen Qingniu waved her hand to stop Xie Shiji's movements, turned to look at this uninvited guest, her surface identity was about to emerge, and it was not difficult to guess, because she was indeed somewhat similar to Cui Youwei, that is, Princess Cui, the precious thing is that not only has a similar figure, but also has a similar spirit, and the cold and cool breath emitted was exactly the same. Unfortunately, there was a red mole on Princess Cui's eyebrows, and Chen Qingniu's eyes lacked the finishing touch. Chen Qingniu opened his mouth and vomited gently, and a huge and round night pearl was suspended in the air, and he smiled and said, "I have been thinking about it for many years, but for this?"

Her eyes were as cold as a knife, and shedding the last bit of humanity of a worldly woman.

She said in a cold and stiff tone: "Are you a monk in Prince Liang's Mansion?"

Chen Qingniu frowned and said, "You are the descendant of the mother dragon who was shot by King Liang to kill? In order to avenge you? But you have only been practicing Taoism for three hundred years. How can you take off the dragon's skin and scales and turn into a human form?"

She sneered: "If you are leading a snake out of the hole, then you will succeed."

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "Why do you have to die? The girl wants this bead that is useless to me at the moment. I will give it to you, but you have to promise me a condition."

She looked alert, the storm in Shanghu became increasingly intense, and the huge tower ship was shaking continuously.

Chen Qingniu, who has never seen a rabbit or a hawk, took the initiative to show his favor for the first time, and used a small method that was not eye-catching to push the bead to this alien that most monks would eliminate. Basically, every dragon hiding in the cave is a small dragon palace, with more or less secret treasures. There is a popular saying in the world of cultivation. Li Qingtian, a scattered cultivator, saved a white dragon, and then practiced Taoism for 12 years, wasted two whole sons of time, but had not made any contribution. Later, before the Bai Jiao turned into a dragon, he found Li Qingtian and gave him a blessing in the cave, containing twelve secret books, ten superior magic tools, and one Mahayana magic weapon. Li Qingtian traveled thousands of miles a day and a day after he came out of the mountain, he started his sect with the strength of the Ascension Realm. Nowadays, the monks can

Without this patience, if you find the Earth Dragon, you will kill them all. Not to mention the merits, the key is that there is still a secret treasure to obtain. This is a hidden rule in the cultivation world. Even if it is a famous sect, it is openly implemented and not considered as a shame. The early stage of the Immortal Palace was not based on bloody accumulation and expansion. Chen Qingniu's behavior was abnormal. The young dragon in the Red Mansion has been familiar with human affairs in the Red Mansion over the years. How dare you take it lightly? Instead, it is even more alert and dare not suck the Night Pearl into its belly. This bead has a long history and is most beneficial to the thirty-six tribes of the Earth Dragon. It can greatly shorten the 3,600-year-old dragon transformation time and resist the heavenly tribulation. It is a magic weapon with supreme efficacy. She stared at Chen Qingniu's eyes, stunned for a moment, was shocked, and looked scared.

Chen Qingniu smiled bitterly. He was probably regarded as a professional dragon slaying by this young white dragon. He pointed to his eyes and said to himself: "Don't get me wrong. The two hibernating dragons were not killed by me. They were implanted in the eyes of those who wanted to kill me. In the end, it could be considered a blessing in disguise. To be honest, with your shallowness, you should not think of going out after entering this house. But now I squander less luck means more chances of saving my life. I don't want to kill a little dragon without grievances. On the contrary, I still have some things to ask you, and this bead will be regarded as a return to the Tao."

She sneered, obviously not believing. Chen Qingniu had no choice but to wink Xie Shiji. In an instant, she was nailed to the wall by the magic gun that was far more powerful than the magic crossbow. She could not move. Her whole body passed away like flowing water, no longer returning, and dragon scales appeared on her body, and her appearance was naturally no longer as beautiful as it was at the beginning. Chen Qingniu waved her hand, and Xie Shiji pulled out the black magic gun in the form of a short spear. She threw her blood to the ground, and her blood was actually silver-white, which was quite different from the dragon recorded in the book. Chen Qingniu blinked the night pearl with a blink of an eye.

Xiang Bai Jiao was in the wound and the effect was immediately effective. After a moment, she recovered her vitality and sat on the ground, feeling pitiful. Chen Qingniu held the sword of the country and squatted in front of her and joked: "You believe it now? It seems that as long as you are a female, you will remember your good temper. If you don't talk nonsense to you, the bead has already given you a question. If you are satisfied, the bead belongs to you. If you are not satisfied, I will peel your skin and send it to the Liang Palace. Don't glar at me, you are half a man and half a dragon now, very ugly. Hey, tell me, what can the dragon eat to grow the best?"

She gritted her teeth and said, "Absorb the essence of the sun and the moon!"

Chen Qingniu said furiously: "Don't talk to me about these false things!"

When she saw the sword that was about to move, she felt a little aggrieved and hesitated for a moment, "Fish and shrimp."

Chen Qingniu was so amused that he patted his forehead. Why did he meet such an inexplicable idiot? He is comparable to Xie Shiji.

She seemed afraid that the young monk would take back Ye Mingzhu, and said timidly: "Rice?"

Chen Qingniu slapped her on the head and cursed with a smile: "Why don't you talk about fruits and vegetables?!"

She said in a crying voice: "I have eaten these years!"

Chen Qingniu suddenly thought of something that was puzzled, and asked with a restrained look: "How did you transform into a human being?"

She wanted to speak but stopped, but she saw Chen Qingniu shaking as the national sword. Finally, she didn't dare to hide her own personal information. She stumbled with a mouthful of Dongqin's authentic Dongqiu's tune: "About twenty years ago, a man lost a silk book "The God of the Luo River" and went to the lake. For some reason, I could turn into a human form as I watched it. Later, I heard that he was drunk and buried on the shore of the lake. I've seen that grave several times. "The God of the Luo River" cannot be given to you, even if you threaten to take it back.

She didn't give the beads, just kill me. Look, beads give you back." She really spit out the night pearl that was worth more than one city, and the injury that was penetrated by the gods' guns was immediately expanded. The blood was as white as snow, and it was witty and weird. Looking at her expression, she looked like a girl who was so angry that she acted like a spoiled girl. Chen Qingniu thought to herself that if she was not a childish mind, she would have mastered her acting skills. Chen Qingniu thought for a while and said in an orderly tone that you should take the business first.

The trick in the lake stopped, and sure enough, the lightning and thunder outside the window suddenly stopped, the clouds were light and the moon was light, and the stars were sparse, leaving no trace, which disappointed a group of literati and rich people who were watching the show. If they saw the true face of the Dragon of Shanghu Lake with their own eyes, the sensual scholars could have crafted one or two poems. The dragon was almost the best spiritual creature between heaven and earth, so it could resonate with the world and trigger many strange phenomena, such as this young white dragon, only three hundred.

Even though he was lucky enough to get the opportunity from Li Mu, he was just a person who had just opened his acupoints. If a monk was so arrogant that he would make a 600-mile Shanghu waves roll, it would be amazing. Only the top-grade Danying Realm had such terrifying powers. Chen Qingniu saw that she was tactful, and especially heard that she had received the kindness of the top scholar, he became more indescribable. He moved a chair and sat down, and asked jokingly: "Your benefactor?"

In Liangzhou, a young marquis in the Liang Palace was obsessed with the red house, Bai Long, and everyone knows it. Among them, the mysterious privacy is only understandable but not dare to say it. Her tone became a little colder and she said contemptuously: "I smelled the spices made of ambergris, and I am there to entertain myself."

Ambergris.

Chen Qingniu suddenly appeared inspiration.
Chapter completed!