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P. 268
"I'm here."
Hearing this sound, the hall was quiet for a moment.
The sound comes from the first copper case on the right side of the main hall. There is a bright woman sitting behind the copper case.
Unlike other old pavilions in the palace, she is in a red skirt, and her makeup is also extremely beautiful. Shortly after the master of the former Pavilion, her dress appeared in the hall, which was rude. However, no one in the hall had any objections to this.
Because she is called smoke painting Tang.
She is the Taoist couple of Zuo Liangshi and the mother of Zuo Yue Sheng.
Before marrying Zuo Liangshi, smoke painting Tang was the most important disciple of the longevity gate. Changshengmen and Shanhai Pavilion have always been friction and poor relationships. In order to avoid suspicion, after being a Taoist couple with Zuo Liang's poems, the smoke painting had never asked Shanhai Pavilion even if he had a trivial matter, and he hadn't stepped into the Shanhai Hall half a step.
But not long ago, Zuo Yuesheng, the owner of the Pavilion, argued with the elders in the Pavilion. When each end was holding one end, a golden knife suddenly nailed into a copper case in front of an old man.
The candlelight came out with the carving of the golden knife body, which was written in "drawing beams", and the handwriting was handsome.
Vaguely is Zuo Liangshi's handwriting.
On that day, Tiange came in from outside the gate of the temple. Smoke Painting was carrying the remaining golden knife, and the backlight was on the steps. The red makeup of Spring Festival night. She does not mourn for Zuo Liang's poetry, and no longer pretend to be dignified.
The person who can make her be careful is gone. What is the use of her rumors?
From that day, there was an extra figure after the Jinwu copper case in the main hall of Shanhai.
"I came to support the first support soldiers south."
Smoke painting Tang got up, the bracelet on the wrist collided, making a crisp sound.
There were two golden knives around her waist.
A painting beam, a Shitang.
Poetry and painting unparalleled.
Poetry and painting are double.
Chapter 109 Wind Wind and Dust
The stuffy thunder rolled at high altitude, densely so that people were doubting whether the dome was bursting.
The sea pillars outside the nine cities of the candle were glory, as if the silent father and brother, when the disaster was about to come, launched a powerful arms to protect the lifelong bending of his life, and then used his own spine to welcome the falling thunder. Among them, eight bronze columns are the most brilliant.
Zuo Yuesheng stood upstairs in Guanchao.
A boat rushed to the air at the beginning of the first time from the treasure house, and a famous Shanhai Pavilion's elite disciples appeared in an orderly manner. Among them, there are young couples standing side by side, and they also have to laugh at their friends who look at each other. They have all experienced the big robbery some time ago, and they all know what this is greeted.
The only regret is that death cannot be turned into the sea pillar of the candle south in the immortal city.
But it was not bad.
Undead city is also a city carried by the dead.
A disciple was hesitated for a long time, he hesitated for a long time, and stepped back on the deck. Zuo Yuesheng noticed him. As soon as he wanted to speak, his shoulder was held by the smoke painting, and he shook his head gently at him. Zuo Yuesheng opened his mouth, and suddenly saw a round -faced girl rushing to the sword, and the disciple shone on his face.
He jumped down from the air and opened his arms to open his courage towards the round face.
Feizhou's kind of narrow laughter.
The girl flushed her face, smashed the sword in his arms, turned her head and left.
The disciple hugged his sword with a smile and jumped on the flying boat, and he didn't drag water at all.
Zuo Yue was unable to sip his teeth and sour.
The stuffy thunder is getting dense, everyone is ready, the flying boat hover, waiting for the upcoming order.
Smoke painting Tang crossed the left moon.
"Set off!"
Cangbang is mighty, and the smoke painting is a flying boat at the forefront. All the elders and all disciples should drink loudly at the same time. The wings were drumming, and the wind was spinning, like the goshawk soaring, and pierced into the night. No one turned back.
Zuo Yuesheng stood still.
Lou Jiang stood behind him, just like his shadow, like the former Lou Hexuan in Zuo Liangshi.
"The crushing of a group of dog days, if you want to swallow the whole world, you have to look at your appetite!" Zuo Yuesheng turned slowly, the muscles on his face twisted, "Lao Tzu collapsed their teeth!"
"Do you want fire tongs?"
Lou Jiang hugged the sword and asked him.
Zuo Yue was born.
In the past, he lost with the grandchildren of the old old man. He also shouted all day long, and he had to knock out his teeth with black hands. Once, after being stunned, Lou Jiang really rolled a fire tong and took him to knocking the turtle's teeth.
"The ordinary fire tongs can't move," Lou Jiang is still the old -fashioned face, "you can steal the fire tongs of God."
"Row."
Zuo Yuesheng grinned, smashed him with a punch, and walked towards the direction of the mountains and sea halls.
Qianzhou was urgent and disappeared.
Give the sword to send the round -faced girl to return, looking at the empty sky, squatting slowly.
On this day, the sky was dark.
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Moonlight was taken away, and he couldn't see five fingers.
People living in the Twelve continers are used to darkness. As soon as the brief Zhaoyue passed every year, the darkness came from all directions and pressed the people in one city and one pool in the city wall of Zhang Xuhou. Like the sky covering their heads was covered from the outer and was swallowed by the legendary Tengu.
Dad's father pulled the gong's voice and urged his life: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The wasteland team was trapped in a narrow valley. The barely lit firetare shook in the scraper -like wind. The man carried the old man with the old man, the woman was carrying the child, and the cry was mixed with the shout.
Half of the monks in the wasteland had already escaped ... No one thought that the Yueyue of Yongzhou would suddenly advance, and even the experienced Pong Gong, such as Daddy, did not find any signs of the fog. When the heavens and the earth suddenly dull, the people hurriedly ran away with thunder.