When we got to Moxiangdian, we went to Zhenshushan first.

The Pillow Book Mountain is steep and angular, as if several books were put together on the bed to make a pillow.

Li Banfeng found Yunlujian on the Zhenshu Mountain, a deep mountain stream with a waterfall on the cliff. It was more than a hundred meters wide at first and had a magnificent momentum. After falling for dozens of meters, it dispersed into countless tributaries, each of which was as thin as a spider silk and poured down.

Among the tributaries, there is one with the fastest current, which is said to be able to break ordinary weapons.

Li Banfeng was reluctant to use the Tang sword, and held Banfengyi to test him all the way.

After walking for more than ten meters, Ban Fengyi shouted repeatedly: "It's dangerous ahead, we can't go any further, it hurts, it hurts too much..."

Li Banfeng found the fastest stream and flew upstream against its direction.

Under the guidance of the Judge's Pen, Li Banfeng used his skills of riding the wind and clouds to fly all the way to the highest cloud in Prostate.

"Does this cloud have a name?" After flying for a long time, Li Banfeng vaguely saw the edge of the cloud. He roughly estimated that this cloud was three to five times higher than most clouds in Provins. Such a distinctive cloud should have a name.

The judge's pen replied: "There are many names, which one do you want to ask?"

Prozhou said: "Among the first batch of leaders back then, wasn't he included?"

"Their ancestors are so bad!" Prozhou exclaimed, "Abi, we can climb down now, and you can move slowly."

"Now that you're here, let's go back outside." Prozhou put the judge's pen next to his body.

Prozhou shook the judge's pen: "He should not fall asleep yet, where should he go next?"

The judge was only too happy to ask: "What are you going to do back there?"

Under the burning flames, I was forced to stretch my muscles, picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote the word "extinguish".

Is there no mechanism outside the courtyard, or...

The imperial court prepared to defeat them one by one. The peddler was slow to defend himself at the foot of Kuishou Peak. Yan Wolong retreated out of the cave and lay there for eight days and eight nights, hanging on for his last breath.

"That's right, no one has ever been outside that room." Han Shengqin looked around and sensed danger.

Han Shengqin first resolved Hui Yegui's technique, and then threw away the ink-stained handkerchief.

That was Han Shengqin's natural skill, and it really helped to overcome difficulties.

As he spoke, the Judge's Pen's breathing became less calm.

How did that person come by chance?

puff!

Murong Gui was standing in the pine forest, relying on the perception of words, thinking about how to open the door, when he suddenly found that the pine branches behind him trembled, and two small doors appeared in front of him and opened quickly.

My face is very long and thin, my hair is not long but it is combed very neatly, my eye sockets are deep, my eyes are open, my mouth is open, the corners of my mouth are slightly upturned, as if I have a slight smile.

Murong Wenren blinked his eyes, indicating that the gloves were right: "I, retreat is coming..."

Plop!

The judge's pen snorted: "That's to keep a memory."

I saw it very accurately. It was Han Shengze, the wise and talented man of Murong, whose body and soul were integrated into one.

If he is really greedy, let's find another bad time. Old Dan will definitely come at that time. If I find out, they will turn against each other and say that you and my husband will be married."

The projector filmed the scenery in the mountains, and the more it filmed, the more excited it became: "You feel a kind of powerful art. Where does that power come from?"

Before he finished speaking, Hui Yegui swung the brush in his hand, splashing ink all over the Blood-Tooth Monster's face.

"If you leave, who will show him the way?"

When they reached the lowest peak, Judge Pen took a break and spoke again: "Murong Gui called that peak Tiantai, the imperial court called that peak Zuikui Ridge, and the peddler called that peak Kuishou Peak. The earliest batch of Taoist leaders were not selected at the foot of that peak."

Hui Yegui looked frightened: "Let's fight, he starts first!"

I took Prozhou down to the eighth floor again. There was no coffee table, desk, wardrobe or wooden box on the eighth floor.

The judge's pen used the tip of the pen to draw heavily under the painting, and a fisherman appeared in the painting, rowing a boat from outside the lake to the shore.

Prozhou really wanted to understand: "He just wants to go outside and stretch his muscles?"

The entire Kuishou Peak was under the control of the technique, and when the imperial troops attacked the mountain, they all had the strength to defeat them.

Prozhou retreated to the first floor, where there was only a hall. Various calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls. Judging from the signatures, they were all from Murong Wenren's hand.

Murong Wenren wrote the word "fire" on the paper and placed it next to the pillow.

There was not a single pine tree inside the fence of the camp. The judge pointed with his pen and Prozhou knew which one I was talking about.

After passing through the small door and leaving the courtyard, the Bloodfang Monster looked up at the attic. A skinny scholar was standing on the eighth floor, looking up.

Judge Bi took a nap and gathered enough strength to say to Li Banfeng: "Shu Wanjuan named it Xiaoji Mountain, which means the extreme of the sky.

The Bloodfang Monster smiled, revealing two sharp teeth: "That big brother, what's his name?"

Judge Bi said to Prozhou: "You did that for him to see. Normally, we clean once a day and you always tell us to do it."

I attacked my own body.

The judge's pen lay on Han Shengqin's back and said, "Go straight."

There was also a fire under Han Shengwen, and he used his gloves to drag Murong Wenren out from under the bed. The old teapot was about to put out the fire when he suddenly heard Murong Wenren cry out, "It's hot!"

"Come on, yes

The Tang sword used to require eight cuts, but now only the sickle can be used.

"He is modest too!" Han Shengqin smiled, "Child, you are going to take him to do something small, is he willing to go with you?"

Along the mountain, Luo Qi went up to the mountain and saw the crowd's appearance clearly.

Huiyegui is to dissolve the handkerchief, and the handkerchief will capture him alive.

"Kid, you really held back!" Murong Gui admired Hui Yegui very much, so I reminded him again.

Gloves admirer: "?"

Murong Gui's eyes flashed coldly: "He should take it!"

Sui Shen Ju said: "Suspension for a moment will weaken our strength and make us lazy, but it will give us more strength."

Murong Gui stopped and said, "Stand outside. You go first."

Sizzle~

"That's the technique of Yan Wolong, the founder of Lan Xiu," Sui Shen Ju yawned, "If you remember correctly, that technique is called One Breath Suspension. Anyone who is hit by that technique will quickly lose all their strength until they have only the last breath left, and then they will die if they can hold on."

When the wind blows, wisdom lies in keeping one's body upright.

Murong Gui looked at Li Yida and asked, "He was the one who attacked from behind just now?"

Sizzle!

Hui Yegui wrote a word in the air, and it remained in the air.

I was sure that there was no Murong Wenren outside that courtyard, so I planned to take the Bloodfang Monster to try my luck somewhere else. However, after just a few hours, the small door of the courtyard opened by itself.

Fortunately, they came from Pro Province. If an abnormal person saw it, he would be really scared and would think there was a dried corpse lying under the bed.

How to use your hands

Murong Gui and the Blood-Tooth Monster stood outside the pine forest, still waiting for news from the investigation.

Pu Luozhou said: "Murong Gui must be coming for him, he must take the body away as soon as possible."

"I know how to open the door, so I'm coming back. Just now when we were coming back, the small door opened and I found out. Now I want to come back, is that what you mean?" Gloves was very unfamiliar with business processes such as tailgating, and his description was very wrong.

Murong Gui appeared in a ball of ink, stared at the word "刀" written by Hui Yegui, and asked: "Which word did he use just now?"

"......" Murong Wenren tried to nod.

There is always a place to rest wherever you go!

Murong Gui nodded slightly: "That talent is indeed unique."

"Are you lost?"

Yan Wolong is still outside, I am in the mountain. "

Prozhou looked to the right and felt that this barracks was nothing special.

"He'll know when he goes down."

There was a bed with seven beds against the wall. Zhouzi looked and saw a woman lying on it.

No one is coming!

That giant dragon would surely rush back into the yard and raze it to the ground.

There is a sense of contempt in it, but it is better than the piano. I am concerned about another matter: what is the name of the talent he recruited?

Hui Yegui took a deep breath, glared at Murong Gui, and shouted, "Yes."

Under the face of the blood-toothed monster, a drop of ink slid from the right eyebrow to the left eyebrow, writing a horizontal line.

Prozhou used his sharp eyes to see a mountain peak, which should be the lowest peak of the mountain range: "Abi, could his body be under this peak?"

The wound spread from the right shoulder to the left hip, and Han Shengqin's body was broken into two pieces, the upper half was standing, and the lower half fell to the ground.

The judge pointed his pen to the end of the camp: "Your body is hidden inside the camp, just above this small tree."

He brought seven piles of books to the state and sentenced: "The body, still needs

Hui Yegui straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and stood under the attic: "You are afraid of him!"

Gloves added: "He who comes is kind, our A-Bi wants to fight with me."

Before Guibei, the seventy-year-old scholar prepared to disperse Han Gui and capture him.

Because it is also useful to slow down.

Jiuhulu quickly poured some wine on the Judge's pen: "Brother, speak faster, don't hurt your bones."

"You admire his arrogance!" Murong Gui spread out his sleeves, and words burst out like a tide, circling around Murong Gui's body, and under Murong Gui's control, they turned into a giant white dragon.

The judge wrote: "His eyesight is good enough, but he doesn't have the top-level peeping skills to see the ground and the whole picture of Shu Wanjuan."

Gloves translated beside him: "I mean it should be fear."

Sui Ju Wo Long uses the technique to be surrounded by the

Han Shengqin looked back and saw that the Judge's Pen was obviously very adapted to that body. He said half a sentence and then slowly held on.

The judge wrote: "He used the bridal chamber and took it home, and it was the same."

Take a book, open it, and look for the next chapter.

Phew~

I took out the inkstone from my sleeve with my right hand and pulled out a handkerchief with my left hand. I placed the handkerchief under the inkstone. The ink outside the inkstone flew back into the yard, staining the two "刀" characters written by Murong Wenren white.

Words are of little use in Proletariat; as soon as you pick up a pen, you'll fall asleep.

Murong Wenren looked at the brush under the desk, took off his gloves quickly, rubbed the brush, dipped the brush in ink, and handed it to Han Shengwen together with the paper.

There is a "hole" under the right cheek.

Just as he was thinking about the way forward, he saw the Bloodfang Monster picking up the blood and flesh scattered on the ground and putting it under his face again. He stood up and said to Murong Gui: "You said that the Seventh Little King, no one is slashing him with a knife in the back, it's useless for him to keep staring at the scholar behind him?"

Back in front?

The Judge Pen realized that a war might break out. I immediately returned to Murong Wenren's body, lay down on the bed, and said to Prozhou: "There is no one in the yard, no one..."

Position, original body, when the small tripod contains people's wisdom

Murong Gui was extremely shocked, and for a moment he was worried that he might have beaten Hui Yegui.

Murong Gui shouted in a low voice: "Come back slowly, that's Murong Wenren!"

Finally I understand what I am thinking.

A drop of ink slid upwards from the center of the eyebrows to write a stroke.

The judge's pen agreed: "Yes!"

After walking a few steps, I found a courtyard with eight floors.

I had already reached Kuishou Peak. That was my first time searching for Han Shengwen's body. I later found out that there was a courtyard hidden in the pine forest, but I had always been unable to open the small door of the courtyard.

A dozen people came up from the boat, neither men nor women, their figures less than a foot tall, and walked from the shore into the painting.

Murong Gui was originally very anxious, but suddenly...

Back then at Baishipo, Han Shengqin had fought against the Qing Shouhui. The long gowns worn by us elders were not very similar to that style.

"Is there!" Prozhou put the sickle in front of him, "Don't listen to this man's nonsense, they continue to beat you, just to take care of you."

Official Road "Year, it's all Qingdong is a very human thing

"Grandpa, has he been there?" Han Shengqin was surprised.

Why do I always feel that Hui Yegui's situation is so right?

The peddler gave me a message that everyone should understand.

When they reached the middle of the woods, the judge's pen came out from Prozhou's waist and wrote the word "慧" (wisdom) under the bark of a pine tree, and then wrote the word "贵" (noble) under the bark of the next pine tree.

The two characters "刀" (knife) were suspended in the air, and Murong Wenren asked, "Master, are you still going to fight?"

When I think of it, I feel that there is power hidden there. I hate it. I can use it to repair my land.

After saying that, the judge's pen became weak again.

Swish!

The stone beside the woods is covered with dust and looks old but no one lives there.

Han Shengqin let go of her hand: "And if you have said everything, then he is not asking."

Prozhou looked at the mountains and asked, "Why do you have to lower yourself so low?"

Panbi Fupu rested for a while at the bottom of the mountain

Even though I was so tired, I still insisted on finishing what I wanted to say, which shows how important that mountain is in my heart.

Halfway through his words, Judge Bi became exhausted and fell asleep.

Yegui: "One,."

Gloves shook his index finger and said, "He has to move first. It's enough if he shows his intention. You are afraid that his neck will be broken."

The fewer words, the weaker the combat power. Murong Gui naturally understood the reason.

As soon as he retreated into the courtyard, a few words followed him. The ink that Luozhou had just seen was not the text that sent a signal to Mu.

Prozhou nodded and said, "The peddler is a good namer, but it's just a cloud, why is it named after a mountain?"

Murong Gui quickly stood up from the ink. I really felt like a knife was chopped down on me just now. I looked up and saw Murong Wenren was writing the word "knife".

All under the bag, only a broken piece under the neck

"What's up?"

"This is the barracks!" Sui Shenzu's voice was not a bit rough. "The barracks on his right is yours and Lao Chuche's."

Luo Chahan asked: "Why do you need to use a technique at Kuifeng?"

The giant dragon roared, rushed to the gate of the courtyard, and turned into ink on the ground with a puff.

PS: If you want to be sure, you must speak in person.

Zhou sat down under the stone and gasped, "I have been moving for a year.

But when Murong Gui raised his sleeves, he was stabbed again in the back.

Each landscape painting was extremely well-painted. Prozhou slapped it hard from below, and no dust actually flew out from under the painting.

The hand floated in the air and grew small, first covering an area of eight feet square, then the top of the pavilion, and then the entire courtyard.

"She is still young and a little haggard, but she was actually quite pretty back then!" The judge's pen tidied the woman's appearance a little.

The judge wrote: "Are you lost? That's the skill of climbing mountains and ridges that no one else is practicing."

Once that station has passed, let it rest

Without the word "diligent", Murong Wenren was in the same condition. My eyes were dull, my speed was slow, and my movements were smoother. I tidied up the desk and prepared to lie down to sleep.

Han Shengqin sighed, "Child, you know his condition is too bad, and you want to embarrass him. If he goes with you, there will be no great achievements in the future. If he is obsessed with enlightenment, don't blame the master for being merciful."

Han Shengqin followed the instructions of Suishenju and walked down the hillside. The further she went, the more strenuous it became. That was simply because the mountain was steep. Prozhou felt that the mountain was sapping her strength in some ordinary way.

Standing on the edge of the clouds and looking back, you can see that Pro Province is a flat land. There are no mountains outside, but one mountain after another, and there are no mountains within the mountains. It is layered and undulating.

Crash!

The so-called leading people to explore the way does not mean using words to transform into people and let us follow behind. That is Murong Gui's usual method, but the Blood-Tooth Monster agreed. You followed Shan Chengjun's orders and came there not to monitor Murong Gui.

The knife struck out, and blood appeared everywhere. Although Murong Gui used Tianhe to block it, I was slow enough and it really hurt me.

Li Banfeng said: "Tell me everything."

Wisdom: “It is heaven.

There was really no one to show the way in the Mountains of Heroes. Prozhou flew for more than an hour and found that the mountains and ridges on his body kept repeating, and he couldn't get close to the lowest peak nearby.

Sui Shen Ju explained: "The peddler said that all the barracks with no people are the same. That's the rule I set!"

It's really the first word

Murong Gui understood it all too well. No matter how bad one's talent was, one had to write first and make the first move. That was a basic logical problem in literary cultivation.

Han Shengqin asked the judge: "How long has it been since someone came here?"

Ye took the official pen and scratched it.

"Seventh Little King, you have such great abilities!" The Blood-Tooth Monster didn't know what was going on and thought that it was Murong Gui's doing. He praised him and walked straight towards the small door.

Suishenju confirmed what the judge pen said: "At the beginning, Ayu stayed at the foot of the mountain for a long time. You found out a lot of military information. Ayu made some small contributions in every victory."

The top of the mountain is relatively flat with few sparse trees.

Murong Wenren sat up from his desk, stood by the window, took a look, and shouted angrily: "Let's run!"

I am really merciful. I have never taken Murong Wenren seriously.

I'm that talented.

Prozhou looked at the corner of the courtyard and found some ink stains.

The judge wrote: "After passing through the cave, you can see a mountain path. This mountain path is controlled by the technique of one breath suspension."

Shengqin stood by the window and looked out at me in the courtyard.

Murong Gui raised his head and found a crack under his body.

The ink splashing from the handkerchief instantly surrounded Hui Yegui.

"Little one, please move aside and get out of the way.

The man was wearing a blue satin gown with a slanting collar, which was very similar to the popular gown worn by Shu Wanjuan. My gown was narrow, loose and thick, which showed off my figure and had a more ancient style.

Prozhou heard Suishenju's voice: "That is the technique left by Li Xiu's ancestor Qing Wanjun. If you remember correctly, the technique should be called Blood Sacrifice Mountain Collapse.

The noble corpse sprayed out white juice.

No one was wiping the table, no one was mopping the floor, and no one was holding a duster to clean the dust in every corner.

The Bloodfang Monster asked with disgust: "What is he doing? Doesn't he mean to disgust you?"

Murong looked at Huiye and said, "I just put the ink and brush in the air and wrote the word 'empty'."

The Bloodfang Monster raised his wrist and said, "Hey, I'm touching your hand. Are you trying to get something for free?

"Brother, does he look like that?" Prozhou tried my breath, and it seemed like he still hadn't cooled down.

Teeth in

I must use my skills to dissolve the handkerchief, and I will be able to resist Murong Gui's attack.

Hui Yegui smiled, put his hands behind his back, and shouted, "He comes again."

"It was just Huan Xiu, and it was created by the heroes in the sky. It was the first cloud created by Shu Wanjuan. At that time, there was no skill of the Cloud Gate. The ancestors of various sects gathered together and tried their best to create it..."

Flames rose up and the whole bed was on fire!

The Blood-Tooth Monster really walked behind, and Murong Gui also knew where you got the confidence from.

Murong pulled the blood tooth wrist: He knows what it is, how can he do this?

Just as Prozhou was thinking about where to place Han Shengwen, a sense of danger quietly approached from the attic.

The judge pen stood by the body and observed for a long time, then replied: "My muscles and bones are quite bad, so he should just send me home."

Person 1:!"

Gloves looked at the situation and said to Judge Pen: "He wants to say that there is no one inside, right?"

The name given by the court was Duque Mountain, and Duque means destruction.

The peddler, Lao Huo and Mu Gui were surrounded by Kuidan Chengjun, the bitter woman and Xiao Wei.

You just arrived at the attic, why did I follow you?

"I've been here!" the old man responded. "Walking that way, you must have remembered something bad. Ah Yi, walk another seven or eight steps down the hill. There is no cave here. Once you get to the cave, the road will be a little more difficult to walk on."

Mu, saw Li Yi holding the sickle in silence.

"If you just send him home like that, and Honglian eats him, you can imagine where he'll cry!"

The peddler led his men to defeat the enemy forces at Kuishou Peak and then the enemy forces at Moxiang Store. The two sides fought evenly for a whole year before the peddler remembered one thing.

Contempt!" The judge said, "You touched my

Han Shengqin rested for a while, passed through the cave, and reached the mountain path, where her strength gradually recovered.

Prozhou looked at Abina's condition and asked, "What can we use to fight him with his appearance?"

Logically speaking, Huigui couldn't block the handkerchief with that move. It was difficult. There was no chance at all.

Hui Yegui shook his head and said, "Yes, let's go."

Before he could use his skills, Murong Gui turned into a pool of ink again.

All the flames outside the house were extinguished, and Han Shengwen wrote "Posted from below

Pu Luozhou stopped Murong Wenren and said, "Why are you running? If he's scared, just go home. Go out and meet me."

Prozhou panted and said, "Abi, why is he so weak when he speaks?"

There is a spear-like soldier under the left leg."

The judge's pen was half asleep and half awake, and he only used the tip of the pen to point the way for Prozhou, while he was still talking about his own affairs.

"You are older than us, but that was a long time ago. But you think that place is sacred. That is the source of Shu Wanjuan!"

Let’s write in a “let’s write” tone.

The character "Hui" represents Murong Wenren, and the character "Gui" represents Han Shenggui. Huiyegui is the name of Han Shengwen.

The Judge Pen snorted: "A Level 8 Travel Cultivator is afraid of that?"

In the Qunying Mountain, Luo could only face the heavy fog all day long.

"Was that cloud created by Huan Xiu?"

On the first floor of the attic, two scrolls flew out of the window and moved around Murong Wenren, trying their best to resist the ink.

"Look, it's Master."

"He is afraid, so he goes on his own!"

Tang Dao advised: "Brother, he should just go back to the Judge's Pen. Why make things difficult for yourself?"

Laughing: "Since I'm letting you do this