Chapter 114: The ever-changing subduing magic pestle
The Li family's banquet had already ended. The Shufen sisters had enough food and drinks. They wanted to pack the leftovers, but were stopped by Qian Mancang.
Qian Mancang first led the two to the kitchen, carried two large food boxes, and then turned around and brought the return gifts that had been prepared to the two of them.
When they came, a basket of eggs fluttered, but when they left, they were packed with small bags, just like those who escaped from famine. The two sisters were so happy that they wanted to grow wings and fly home to see what treasures they had...
Qiu and winter guarded the door, and from time to time he would open his head to visit, and would whisper a few words.
"I was a starving ghost in my previous life, why can I eat it so much!"
The master chatted with the two brothers of the Zhou family. Manager Qian took two black charcoal heads to Dongshi to buy wine and meat. There was no way, the eldest maid in the family, so she had to wait outside the door.
Qiu and winter are not afraid of being tired, but they just feel that if the old monk lived forever, the expenses at home would not be rolling up.
It was obvious that the master's attitude just now, Qiudong also knew that this bald monk could not afford to offend him. He was sighing when he suddenly heard someone behind him say coldly.
"What are you doing with sneaky?"
Qiudong smiled. It turned out that the wife who could not afford to offend her was back, and she couldn't help but run to her wife to complain.
"Madam, the big thing is not good, and we have another monk who eats and drinks for free. And it's very edible. A meal may not be enough for a cow!"
Mu Pinshan came back with anger. After hearing Qiudong's words, he couldn't help but angrily: "Where did your master get so many friends? Are you treating your own home as an inn? You can't live this life!"
Qiu and winter were busy stirring up the flames and said, "Isn't that true! The wooden man usually only eats half a pound of ounces, but now he's poured it, and he drinks several jars of wine alone..."
The two of them were staring at each other and suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, and they saw an iceberg beauty dressed like snow and charming as charming as foxes at the wine table.
Honglian looked up and looked at it, unable to help but count, stood up and shouted, "Who is the monster? Why don't you show your true form?"
Honglian does not believe in the saying of ghosts and gods, because human beings are the most terrifying existence in this world, so there is no real fairy in the world. He said this just to return the words of the little girl without any restraint.
Honglian doesn't think he is a Buddhist monk, and he has to take advantage of the loss as a blessing. According to his playing style, he will never move his mouth when he can do it, and will never remain silent when he can do it.
A sudden shout made Mu Pinshan roar. Fairy? Where did the fairy come from? Who are they talking about?
Mu Pinshan had seen Honglian make a big fuss in Jiangning City and knew the ability and reputation of the person in front of him, but he had a temper so much that he couldn't care about it.
I saw his eyes standing and said coldly: "You..."
"Who do you say is a fairy? Tell me again!"
A roar exploded over the Li family, like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking the sound of thunder in all directions.
Mu Pinshan was delighted and thought to himself that the iron-killing senior brother was coming. But when Honglian took a step forward, her eyes shining at the naked iron-killing man in the sky, she seemed to be even more excited than Mu Pinshan.
Honglian stretched out her hand and laughed, "I heard that there are many swords in Zhujianshan very fast, and the monk will learn about it today."
Although Mo Kanshan had never seen the Red Lotus Monk, he had heard of this person's reputation. He knew that there were no vain men under his reputation, so he had to be cautious about it.
But no matter who it is, if you dare to say that the junior sister is a fairy, you can't forget it.
"Since I want to see the sword, I will let you see enough."
As he said that, he waved his hand and summoned him, a colorful cloud seemed to rise in the sky. It was Zhujian Mountain, the sword-making mountain, the strange and mysterious Huixian Peak.
The only thing that sounds in the sword-making mountain is Huixian Peak, because the master of the peak is a sword-making maniac. His swords are colorful and none of them are the same.
Jianshan was seen in Daxing City again, but this time it was not only dazzling, but also colorful and very beautiful.
Honglian rubbed her hands. He had long wanted to see the differences between swords in Zhujianshan and why Zhang Yajiu was called the Sword Saint.
He was locked in the dark dry well of Jilong Mountain for two hundred years, and there were three more saints in the world.
A great witch from the alien race, a dean of the academy, and a sword saint from the sword casting mountain.
The dean had just met him, and he was a funny old man.
The great witch should be difficult to meet, whether she is life or death, and he failed to ask from the God of War.
Among the three saints, the one he wanted to see the most was Zhang Yajiu.
Today I didn’t see Zhang Yajiu, but I saw his sword. Honglian was in a great mood. She looked up and laughed happily.
"It's true that there are many swords, but I don't know if they're fast enough. Don't be polite, just come to the monk."
Don’t look at the mountain and point like a sword, and speak like thunder: “Look at the sword!”
The sword mountain rolled and rolled around, like a whirlpool in a river, trying to pull the sky down...
Honglian's eyes were like torches, and a golden body soared into the sky. He saw a huge golden palm holding it towards the falling sword mountain...
Daxing City is magnificent and magnificent. Furong Garden is shady and clear in the trees and clear waters. The east and west cities are bustling and prosperous. But nowadays, people who first come to Daxing usually recommend going to the former ghost house, because the scenery there is particularly unique...
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The beautiful woman has a fragrant wind. It can be seen that the eyes cut the autumn water, and the beauty is so quiet and beautiful. It can also be seen that the crabapple is drunk on the sun, and the sky is white at a glance. The mountain is not on the ground but on the sky. Looking up, there is a sword but no mountain.
Today, the mountains in the sky are colorful, and there are palms on the ground, and the magical and extraordinary axe are magical and extraordinary.
Suddenly there was a little blue color between the mountain and the palm, and a worship shadow. The tiny man was between the palm of the mountain...
"Senior brother, senior. The Li family is not easy, and Dalang is not easy. For the sake of the Ninth Sister and the Hanjing, I should have collected my supernatural powers."
Before counting breaths, Li Taiping was still having a chat with the Zhou brothers. After counting breaths, he heard thunder and he was right in the eye.
What is this going to do? This is not demolishing the house. This will erase the Li family from Daxing City! After a brief moment of surprise, Li Taiping gritted his teeth and appeared between the mountain and the palm.
Before the mountain fell, the palm stopped. The Li family's Dalang breathed a sigh of relief, but these two were still with their brains and gave face.
Li Taiping, who landed on the ground, hurriedly bowed to Mo Kanshan and said, "Taiping has met his iron-slayer. Before the food is cold and the wine is not diluted, why not come down and talk about it?"
As he said that, he turned around and said, "Working in literature is better than fighting in martial arts. The world is not only fighting and killing, but also human nature. You have to look at Buddha's faces if you don't look at monks!"
Honglian laughed, and the giant golden palm turned into golden light and fell down.
"You little brother, come down, you have to give the master here some face. Otherwise, the monk would not understand the need to repay kindness."
As a ray of colorful clouds came and dispersed, the Li family had an iron-like man.
The wine is served again, and the food is hotter. Two people drink, and four people become. The woman watching is one more person.
Mu Pinshan smiled like the spring breeze and met like the nineteenth. His expression changed was very happy.
"Why did Senior Brother Iron? Junior Sister doesn't have that furnace of iron to make you miss it."
Mo Kanshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and did not argue. However, he saw the junior sister suddenly smiling and changing to a cold face, and said to the monk.
"Master, if you are a fairy and a fairy, you will never finish talking about it. I know you, but the sword doesn't know you."
Honglian did not go to see Mu Pinshan, but instead patted Li Taiping on the shoulder and said, "You can't surrender this fairy, but the monk has a set of Buddhist martial arts and a demon-subduing pestle. You can learn it so that you can avoid getting married in the future.
I can't raise my head."
As soon as Honglian finished speaking, she heard Mo Kanshan say, "Junior sister, my senior brother has realized a sword recently, called "Family Rules. Let me teach you back."
Honglian sneered, "Why are you going to look back? Today is not right."
Don’t look at the mountain and say in a muffled voice: “It’s better to choose a day than to hit the day. The great monk said it is reasonable.”
Honglian picked up a jar of old wine, raised her head and left, and brought Li Taiping to the yard with her hand.
"I've widened my eyes to the monk. I won't learn to be careful that my life will be difficult for the rest of my life."
As he said that, he saw Honglian holding the void, and a golden demon-subduing pestle formed by true energy appeared in his hand.
The pestle is eight fingers long, with three edges at one end with a pointed edge, and one end is like a Buddha's head with three sides, and the middle three rings are handles.
"The Buddha's head is three sides, one laughs, one angry, and one scolds. With the three edges as the tip, I smile at the world, angers the unfairness of the world, and scolds the evil people in the world. You just need to remember that the Vajra came to the world with one pestle to break all the demons and monsters in the world
.”
The red lotus points out the demon-subduing pestle, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes soft, sometimes strong, and sometimes confused, making people's hearts and minds...
After a set of demon-subduing pestles were killed, Li Taiping was stunned. He practiced swords, knives, and guns... He practiced eighteen weapons, but had never practiced such strange weapons, which was really difficult to get started.
But at this moment Mokanshan strode out, and when he reached out, Mu Pinshan's sword came to his hand.
"Junior sister, there are rules in heaven and earth, and Daqian has laws. How can there be no rules in the family? Rules are laws, and the rules are rules in heaven and earth."
"All changes are within the rules. Let them rush and exhaust the changes in the world. In the end, they will not be able to escape the shackles of heaven and earth, and they will surrender."
When the sword light rises, the heaven and earth are fading...
Qian Mancang couldn't understand swords or pestle, but the words of these two masters in the world were very different from those of the masters, but they looked like romantic paintings in the hands of talented people in the East and West cities.
Qian Mancang pulled over the obsessed autumn and winter and taught a lesson: "Little girl is doing something when she hears this, hurry up and go to the kitchen to help."
Qiu and winter were full of unhappiness, and wanted to say something, you are not a practitioner and know what you know.
After a long time of experiencing autumn and winter, I finished reading the rules of my family and then went back to the kitchen.
But at this moment, Honglian said, "Practice well for an hour and meet her."
Mo Kanshan also smiled and said, "Little Junior Sister, Senior Brother, please be optimistic about you."
As the two said, they turned around the wine table together. Honglian pulled the boy as she passed by Jianxi.
"What's so good, even if it's not delicious, it doesn't taste good or has no wine flavor."
The three of them went back to drink, and it can be seen that Honglian and Mo Kanshan not only had to compete in martial arts, but also had to compare their alcohol tolerance. Jianxi came to this battle, which was an indispensable witness.
Li Taiping smiled bitterly and looked at Mu Pinshan, but Jian Mu Pinshan glared at him.
The two of them had no choice. If the two of them had no temper, they would not give up. They might as well fight the whole city and make trouble for the rest of the world.
Practice. Those who learn swordsmanship will become more and more proficient in swordsmanship. Those who learn swordsmanship will become unfamiliar and clumsy. Even Qian Mancang, who is on the side, can't stand it anymore and want to come up and tell the master about this.