"Brother Song, don't be afraid." Meng Heze was as light and agile as a swallow to copy the water, and he looked like a apes.

Look at the steep cliffs that have nowhere to fall, and look at the flat ground.

Meng Heze did not expect that at the moment of extreme crisis, he burst out, and the light body has just taught by Song Qianji.

The deeper at night, the louder the wind, and the roar of the insects.

The clouds surged in the middle of the night, covering the bright moon.

Lin Haitao sounded. The stuffy thunder rang, and the night breeze blows cold rain silk.

In the drizzle, a dark shadow was carrying another person, the lithography between the ups and downs fell, and the dust was in the dust.

Song Qianji from shock to speechless.

The idea is great.

This is a three good boy who has not been beaten by the cultivation world.

In addition to the swordsmanship and refiners in the previous life, Song Qianji escaped, and the self -healing ability is also first -class. But now he cannot make the healing method, and can only be left to the immortal spring in Zifu.

Meng Heze is suspicious.

Since Song Qianji did not intend to kill people, it would not be revealed.

The matter of planting land down the mountain can only be discussed from the long term ...

"Now there must be people from Casino Zhao on the cliff, and go down." Song Qian's machine, "Go in the direction of me."

"Okay!" Meng Heze was completely convinced.

The night rain is Xiaoxiao, the mountain wall is slippery and difficult, but Mengheze's footsteps are very stable.

He rose to drizzle, carried the pillar of Song into the cave, found a fire symbol, and illuminated the surroundings.

The dust of the cave is full of crops, but there are broken bones and dried grass residues. It should be the old nest of the beasts of the mountains.

Meng He Zedin quickly had a bonfire, cleaned out the clean open space, and piled up a soft grass diler to let Song Qianji lean on the rest.

As soon as he settled, he patted his head: "Oh. Your dagger forgot, I go back and take it!"

Song Qianji was lazy and jumped on the straw pile and waved his hand: "No more. I have already rolled the blade, and it is abandoned."

"I will find you a refiner!"

Song Qianji wondered: "Do you have spiritual stones?"

"I, I ..." Meng Heze supported me, depression and embarrassment.

Song Qianji laughed: "Isn't it just having no money, not cold!"

The disciples of the outer door have one or two runes inlaid, which barely called the "magic weapon" weapon. It is a rare valuable worth.

The dagger has also been abolished. It's too miserable.

He gritted his teeth, found a thing in his arms, stuffed it into the hands of Song Qianji, solemnly: "Brother Song, this is given to you. You wear it, it is good for you to hurt you."

Start smoothly and delicate, Song Qianji looked down.

Here is a string of red spirit jade bracelets, with white flowing Soviet. Eighteen beads are crystal clear and moist. Under the fire light, the dark red is shining, and the beads seem to have blood wire flowing.

There are two in the middle, two ancient characters engraved.

Song Qianji reads: "Fight, first?"

"My word‘ compete first ’. When I did n’t go to Huawei Zong, I lived in Qinglu County, Tiannanzhou, and my family called me Meng Zhengxian.”

Meng Heze showed a embarrassed shy smile, and took his heart to Song Qianji. "When I was a kid, I met a Buddhist cultivation and said that I had Huigen to practice.

What does it mean to go to Tianmen Temple? You can be a monk to be a monk? I still stealing to Huawei Zong for Xianxian. "

Song Qianji stared at Zhu Chuang: "Tiannanzhou, Qinglu County, surname Meng, the word compete first, is a monk ..."

So familiar objects, familiar names and origin.

He couldn't help but sit straight and looked at Meng Heze again. The young man had not grown up, but his back was upright like a pine. The facial features were beautiful and clean, his eyes were firm, and there were still three childishness between the eyebrows.

Suddenly the light appeared, but an inexplicable chill rushed to the back of the Song submarine machine.

He was startled and blurted out: "You are evil Buddha!"

Meng Heze looked down and looked at: "What's my shoes?"

Song Qianji couldn't believe it, murmured: "You are Meng Zhengxian."

Meng Heze was Meng Zhengxian. The first step stone that pushed down the cliff was pushed down in the previous life, which was the first demon head in the cultivation world in 70 years, the master of evil ways, and the first to rejoice in the first.

Song Qianji can't wait to point out the sky.

Well, you thief, God, I thought you returned to me without death, should it be a conscience discovery?

It turned out to be a big move, waiting for me here!

"The words taken by my father and mother. I haven't returned home to see them for a long time. When I entered the inner door, I would return to the country." Meng He Ze stunned.

Song Qianji: "Do you still have father and mother? How old is you this year?"

"My fourteen." Meng Heze laughed and opened: "Brother Song, you are so funny. I didn't jump out of the stone. Who was born without a father and mother?"

No, I do n’t tease. Song Qianmi thought, rumored that Meng Zhengxian saw that he was slaughtered at the age of sixteen, and went into the magic and fell into evil ways.

There are still two years now, and your parents are still there.

The name of your merits in your last life is "Happy Zen", but you have never been happy.

If you say nothing, you will kill people, deep and cool, you will not laugh, as if everyone owes you 10 million spiritual stones, or you haven't returned it for a hundred years.

Against the bottom line of evil Xiu Meng, the pilot of the Song Dynasty seemed to be noble.

It is necessary to talk about death, he is worse than Song Qianji. Although Song Qianji burst into pain, at least it was clean and neat, but Meng Zhan first died of thousands of swords.

The inheritance left after the death was discovered by the protagonist Wei Zhenyu. The savior took away the heritage, but did not cultivate the evil merit that was fast, but improved the exercises, to go to Wu Cunjing, so that it turned it into a real divine power.

Then, then

Song Qianji sighed in the heart of "the same thing is a man in the world".

He nodded: "You are right. I am out of mind."

Without life, there is no father and mother, and there is no life without life. In this life, Meng Zhan first called Meng Heze. He was not pushed down the cliff and did not be killed.

The maliciousness of fate is hidden in the signs, and all disasters have not yet happened.

Meng Heze saw that he looked complicated and thought about it slightly, and sincerely apologized: "Brother Song, sorry. I forgot that you are an orphan. I exported to hurt people.

"Hehe." Song Qian's smile pulled a smile, "It's okay."

The Lord of the Evil Tao tells him about the dog's "gentleman road". This world is too magical.

****

When Song Qianji and Meng Heze got into the cave to hide from the rain, Dental Zhao ordered the glazed lamp and sat by the window to cook tea.

Whether it is a dead enemy or a friend, in Huawei Zong, you must hear the same spring rain.

At the beginning of the night rain, it was stunned and beaten in the forest.

After a while, the rain was getting stronger, the river rose to the water, and the waterfall roared. Heavy rain tapped thousands of watts, light and heavy, such as the musicians hit.

Casino Zhao listened to the rain and boiled tea.

The window was half open, and the night rain was filled with the cool wind, and the fire of the boiled water furnace was fluttering.

Looking at the rain curtain like a pearl, the black silhouettes of the Huawei Zong Mountain are dissolved in the rain curtain, which looks higher and silent.

The deacon hall is located on the mountainside, and Zhao Director enjoys a five -story high -rise building. This is the decentness of the entire deacon hall.

He sat by the window and bowed his head to overlook the group of low houses in the valley.

It was the residence of the disciples of the outer door.

Suddenly, two or three white cranes rose up, even if the rain was flying, the gesture was chic.

These mounts are not extraordinary. There are special people who care for care, hungry Zhu Guo, drinking and drinking, drinking, and living more than people.

Xianhe Fu shakes straight up, disappearing in the palace on the top of the mountain.

It was the owner of the mount, the inner disciples and the eldest boss, far above the Yiyunyun, bathing in the sky and the moonlight and Yuehua, such as Yaochi Fairy Palace, highly unattainable.

Heights are always relative.

When he was young, he entered Huatou Zong when he was young.

He is convinced of this truth.

He was born in Tianbeizhou, the Zhao family of Qing'an County, although it was just a branch side.

He practiced in Huawei Zong and received Lingshi Lingdan every month.

But with these two points, he is enough to win countless miscellaneous fish in the bottom of the world.

A stone fell on the mountain, and it fell on his head.

He breathed a breath and smashed on the disciple of the outside.
To be continued...