There were four pig's trotters on the chopping board. The pig's trotters had their hair gone. After the water, they looked white and looked like tender lotus roots just pulled out of the pond mud. A thick oil knife slid across the chopping board.
The yellowish-yellow grass paper spreads like lotus leaves, and four pig trotters fall into the paper and then roll up.
The butcher handed the wrapped pig's trotter to the waiting boy without saying a word. Li Guangdi took out the copper coins from his arms and placed them on the table outside the butcher shop, and turned around and walked out of the shop.
Suddenly, the butcher felt something, looked up, his eyes passed through the smoke-black wall, and looked towards the direction of the Xiling Divine Kingdom in the south, and his face suddenly turned pale.
The half-big white pig hanging from the iron hook behind the butcher shop suddenly moved, and the butcher's pig-killing knife also trembled. There was no wind, but there was a whistling sound of wind.
The butcher held the knife and looked at the direction of the Xiling Divine Kingdom, and understood some things.
So he lifted up the thick and greasy knife as fast as possible, held it with both hands, and protected his face tightly, so that no matter the wind or anything could seep into it.
Half of the big white pig hanging on the iron hook was still shaking gently, and the blood in the pig's abdomen was shaken out, dripping to the ground, making a snap sound, like a bell.
Time passed slowly and nothing happened. The butcher squatted in the corner of the wall, hunched over, holding a thick iron knife in his hands covering his face, like a turtle hiding in a shell.
Outside the butcher shop, Li Guangdi and Zhang Nianzu walked towards the calligraphy and painting shop. If they got closer, they could hear one of them muttering something, as if they were reciting something.
Zhang Nianzu asked nervously: "Did you see any problem?"
"Don't talk." Li Guangdi's expression on his face was very nervous, and he stared at him and said, "Don't think about holding paper and notes, just remember it with your brain."
Zhang Nianzu closed his mouth tightly and never talked about this question again. Li Guangdi silently recalled the scene he had seen before in his heart, and vaguely guessed that the butcher's weakness should be on his face.
The four pig trotters wrapped in yellow straw paper were held in the hands of two teenagers and kept swinging. They actually looked no different from those human arms cut off by the butcher.
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Taoshan front ping thousands of miles away.
Ning Que's iron arrow no longer aimed at the town at the junction of Song and Yan, but pointed to the northwest direction.
There were drunkards and butchers in that small town. These two people were the most feared opponents of the academy and the biggest threat to Chang'an City. He really wanted to try whether he could kill the other party.
But these two people are great practitioners who have experienced the eternal night. They can successfully hide from Haotian for tens of thousands of years. They can imagine how profound the realm is and how powerful the hidden means are.
Practitioners who know the fate will have some almost intuitive response to the possible turning points ahead of their fate, let alone people at the level of alcoholics and butchers.
When Ning Que raised his iron bow and aimed at the town, the drunkard and the butcher immediately felt it and made their own response. The drunkard was about to leave, and the butcher raised his butcher knife.
After the master of the temple becomes a useless person, the drunkard is the fastest person in the world. He is even more quick. He has a realm of distance and countless means. Unless he is trapped, it is difficult to be killed.
The butcher has always been the most powerful person in the world. No matter whether it is strength or physical strength, except for the head of the Hangkong Temple, no one can compare with him, and Yu Lian can't do it.
The drunkard was ready to leave, and the butcher raised the butcher's knife. Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrow could not kill him. Since he could not kill him, he could not shoot him.
It’s not because he has too few iron arrows now and is too precious. For the academy, if he can harvest the lives of the drunkard and the butcher, he will be willing to pay any price.
The reason why Ning Que does not ejaculate is very simple. Since he cannot be shot to death, he should not ejaculate. There is no absolute certainty, but he has to take great risks. He has never done very rarely.
The so-called risk is naturally to not shoot the other person to death, but to anger the other person.
He inevitably felt a little regretful about this, but it was not too much, because the academy wanted to try it, but never lost his calmness. He had a wish but not ambition.
Moreover, the academy has made arrangements for drunkards and butchers.
The iron arrow in Ning Que's hand aimed at the northwest direction at this time, and it should be Qinghe County.
As the iron arrows moved slowly, the atmosphere in the front floor of Taoshan became more and more tense.
By this time, no one knew who he was going to cum.
Ning Que actually didn't know it himself, because in his perception, Qinghe County was just an inconspicuous area in this vast ocean in the world, with no bright spots of light inside.
Suddenly, a light spot appeared in his eyes.
So he loosened the strings.
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Junmo and Muyou stood by the Fuchun River, looking at the gorgeous gardens opposite the river, and were silent for a long time, then he asked, "Do you understand?"
Muyou pulled out the embroidery needle from the embroidery cloth and said, "It's a bit troublesome, but not difficult."
Jun Mo said, "Then let's go."
Muyou listened to the chant and sacrifice sounds coming from opposite Jiang, frowned slightly, and said, "There is no business for the two of us in my plan."
Jun Mo said: "He underestimated the various clans, and Wang Jingluo could not do this."
In the original plan of the academy, Ning Que went to Xiling and the eldest brother went to the town. The second brother, who was seriously injured in front of Qingxia, should sit in Chang'an to ensure the safety of the rear.
At this time, he appeared in Qinghe County, and the academy was like empty and empty.
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At this time, Wang Jingluo was in Cuiyuan on the banks of Fuchun River. Today, the great figures of the Qinghe County surnamed gathered together. It was because the Xiling Temple held a light festival. Although they were tense in the county, many people could not go to Taoshan to worship.
So I chose to hold relevant ceremonies in Cuiyuan.
He entered Cuiyuan through Cui Huasheng, and looked at the devoutly despised figures by the Liuxi River, frowned a little, because until this time, he could not see who was his target.
Qinghe County is the rule of all surnames. The rule of all surnames depends on history and clan rules. However, the real reason why Qinghe County dares to betray Chang'an is the two great destiny on the banks of the Fuchun River.
Not many people know who the two masters of the surnames of Qinghe County are, and Wang Jingluo doesn't know. Even if he knows it, it will be difficult to complete the task assigned to him by Ning Que.
At this moment, the wind came from the south, and there was no wetness of the big scoundrel in the wind. The few practitioners in the garden felt a sacred and solemn feeling.
The autumn flowers by the stream are covered with a light luster, making them look particularly holy.
There was an old man under the rain corridor. He was an unknown person next to the Song family. He was already old and kept dozing off with his head halfway down, but he suddenly opened his eyes.
The magic talisman moved Taoshan, and the apocalypse was amazing. All practitioners knew that something big happened on Taoshan because they felt that the vitality of heaven and earth had undergone drastic changes.
The accuracy of this perception depends on the practitioner's own realm. Great practitioners in the realm of the alcoholic butcher can naturally perceive it more clearly. However, they can only guess the peak of the cave mysterious thing like Wang Jingluo.
It was enough for him to guess. In the agreement between him and Ning Que, as long as he sensed this matter, it would be the moment of activation.
Wang Jingluo kept watching all the movements in the field. Looking at the scene, he cried in his heart, knowing that he had finally found one, but how can he force the other party to release all the realms later?
He claimed that he was invincible, but as Chen Pipi said back then, he was invincible in the end. When a powerful man in the realm of knowing his fate, he did not have to release all his realms at all.
At this moment, a man wearing a hat and a stick and a woman in red appeared on the bank of Cuiyuan on the Fuchun River. No one could see clearly how they appeared.
A rapid warning sound rang out in Cuiyuan, and the sound of scabbard collisions sounded everywhere. A very ancient formation was slowly released between the garden ponds.
The old man from the Song family slowly raised his head and looked at the man and woman by the stream.
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Jun Mo did not look at the old man from the Song family. Although he knew that the other party was one of the fate that the junior brother was looking for, he was not the person he was looking for. The person he was looking for was even stronger.
The Cui family in Ruyang is the leader of the seven surnames of Qinghe County, and Cui Yuan is their property. The patriarch Cui Xi is naturally the person with the highest status. However, today in Cui Yuan, he can only stand.
Because Mr. Cui was sitting, his son could only stand.
Mr. Cui was a Grand Secretary in Chang'an City and also served as prime minister. He was given the Grand Master when he was retired, so he sat on the Grand Master chair and drank the Grand Master tea.
Looking at the couple by the stream, Old Master Cui slowly put down the tea in his hand, and his face showed a very complicated emotion, a little confused, a little scared, and a little ridiculed.
Seeing the man's empty sleeves, he knew the other party's identity.
Mr. Cui did not expect that the academy would actually send someone to Qinghe County regardless of the peace agreement with the Xiling Temple. Even more unexpectedly, this person would be the one who came.
In a very short time, he woke up from his confusion. He remembered that his master, who was most awe-in-law, had already ascended to heaven, and the academy was no longer the academy he had in the past.
"If it were the past, I think I didn't have the courage to fight Mr. II."
Mr. Cui looked at Junmo by the stream, his expression gradually became calm and said, "But you have broken your arm now and your serious injury has not healed. What's my opponent?"
With this sentence, Cui Yuanli's formation is a masterpiece, worthy of being a family of thousands of generations with a long history. The formation on the banks of the Fuchun River is indeed powerful, and the aura of heaven and earth comes solemnly.
Jun Mo knew that this person's judgment of the situation was correct. If it were in the past, he would have to kill all the enemies in the garden by holding the iron sword alone. Now, he may not even be his opponent.
But he didn't say anything and did nothing.
The wooden pomelo picked up the embroidery needle and stabbed it on an autumn lotus in the stream.
Her movements were natural, as if she did it by accident.
Mr. Cui's expression suddenly changed.
The terrifying formation on the banks of the Fuchun River is solved in the wind!
The surnames of Qinghe County do have a very profound history, even longer than the academy appeared. However, it would not be powerful after a long time, otherwise the turtle would have ruled the world long ago.
Muyou is the bride, the seventh senior sister who loves to eat melon seeds, chatter and play cards. She is also the most genius formation master in the world. She had already seen through this formation for half a day before watching the formation by the Fuchun River.
Jun Mo looked at Old Master Cui quietly.
Mr. Cui looked at him and said indifferently: "When I was the prime minister, I went to the academy many times and saw you when I was a child. I didn't expect to kill you today."
Qinghe County still has many eyeliners in Chang'an City. The old man is sure that Jun Mo has not recovered from his serious injury. More importantly, no one knows that he is not only a realm of Zhiming, but also a strong man at the peak of Zhiming! Although the big one on the banks of Fuchun River
The formation was broken by the woman in the academy, and the old man was still confident that he would kill Jun Mo on the bank of the stream!
Wang Jingluo's face turned extremely pale in the crowd.
He was shocked when he saw Mr. Second appeared. Then he found that Mr. Cui was the powerful man in the realm of Zhiming that he had been looking for. He was even more shocked.
According to Ning Que's plan, he should take action at this time. He just wants a powerful man in Zhiming Realm to release all his realms. He needs a strong enough person to use powerful means, but he listens to Mr. Cui's tone and win.
Mr. No. 2 also has infinite confidence, so how can he do it?
Jun Mo didn't take action either, he just took a step forward.
Old Master Cui's expression suddenly subsided, and the old man from the Song family stood up under the rain corridor with his sword.
Although everyone knows that Jun Mo has severely injured his arm and his state is no longer the same as before, he is called Jun Mo after all.
Qinghe County is very close to Qingxia. At the end of last year, the scene of Jun Mo fighting against ten thousand with a single sword is imprinted in people's souls like a nightmare.
No one dares to underestimate the enemy when facing Jun Mo. Even if Liu Bai fights Jun Mo again at this time, he will inevitably regard him as the most powerful enemy.
Mr. Cui's aura suddenly increased, until his death peaked!
He looked at Jun Mo and smiled and said, "Are you a little surprised?"
Jun Mo looked at him and said, "I was surprised by your stupidity."
The strong wind suddenly rises, the water in Fuchun River is chaotic, the stream in Cuiyuan is rolling like boiling, and the autumn lotus is overturned like a dead fish.
An arrow came from the south.
Old Master Cui's face suddenly pale, and then it cracked and dissipated.
His people turned into hundreds of flesh and blood, and were sprinkled everywhere in Cuiyuan.
Because of the academy, Mr. Cui was tolerant and low-key all his life, and treated his cultivation as a secret to keep it until after he was a hundred years old. Until today, Jun Mo came to Cuiyuan, he felt that the opportunity had finally come. He wanted to give the academy an accident and want to show it.
I have endured my sharpness for many years and wanted to exude my resentment for many years.
So he died without accident.
From beginning to end, he had no chance to fight with Jun Mo.
Because Jun Mo did not take action, he just took a step forward.
He only needs to take one step and his opponent will reveal his entire realm.
Because he is Jun Mo.
The old man from the Song family saw that Mr. Cui had turned into countless flesh and blood, and his expression on his face became extremely frightened. He had been staying at the lower level of the short-lived realm for many years, and he was also a powerful man in the world. However, he watched Jun Mo only look at him.
After taking a step forward, Mr. Cui, who is at the peak of his life, died tragically on the spot. How could he have the courage?
Jun Mo turned around and looked at him.
The old man from the Song family roared violently, forced out of his entire realm in despair, and the sword he held in his arms broke through the air.
He just knew his destiny and lowered his state. Even if he forced out of all the states, he was still not bright enough in someone's ocean of consciousness, so there was no second iron arrow coming from the south.
Jun Mo stretched out his left hand and held it slightly in the autumn wind.
The flying sword suddenly turned in the air, and a puff sound penetrated deeply into the old man Song's family's chest.
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(I say a few words to you, it has nothing to do with canvassing. The two chapters I said yesterday are more than 4,000 words today, and I really can't write them anymore because I need to think about some questions clearly.
I thought I should have written it well recently. I finished it earlier last night, so I looked back and read it again, but found that many chapters were written very badly, really badly, and I couldn't find excuses. I was a little confused.
I was willing to go to Jiangye at the beginning and found that the first volume was written better, but the first few chapters turned out to be so dull and outdated. I went to the second volume and found that it was so long.
Still unwilling to give up, I looked at my favorite battle in Qingxia and found that Jun Mo and Liu Bai were fighting so troublesome. I actually used so many damn short sentences and so many repetitive words.
So I had insomnia again, it was purely uncomfortable. I don’t know why this happened. There was indeed a problem with my emotions. It turned out that I didn’t write well as I imagined. I used to think I wrote very well, but I always thought it was me.
What I am best at is the thing I am most proud of, but today I think it is really bad, really bad. If you don’t need to comfort me, I can see that it is not good.
This is a matter of seriousness, a matter of time, and a matter of ability. If you have poor abilities, it is difficult to make progress in a short period of time. The first two should be better, so all the problems are ultimately their own problems.
A question of attitude, a question of diligence.
I don't know why I think this way. Maybe in a few days I will feel that Jiangye is very good. This is just a period of self-doubt? But my mood is really low. I think I really don't write well. I don't want to
In this way, tomorrow will be Saturday 4th. I used to think that it would be doubled and I wanted to adjust the vacation to the future. Now I don’t want monthly tickets anymore. I will rest as usual tomorrow and reflect on it.
I saw another book review at night and knew that the reader Shooting Bird died in March in a car accident. His wife posted a post in the book review area, saying that he had been looking forward to writing the night until August. I replied that I would write it well, so
I will definitely write it well later, it must be better than the ones written before. Cherish the present moment. We cannot waste our lives. May he rest in peace and may his wife live happily.) (To be continued. If you like this work,
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