Heavy yin cold dense and three bodies can’t help but fight tooth; The dazzling flow of auspicious lights at different levels makes the nearby lake bright and blurred … Red eyes are dancing with joy. "This ice is called’ seven delights and nine cold strands’. Don’t say that this coffin is a treasure, but the real treasure is a corpse!"

Xuan Bing’s coffin is clear. From the outside, you can clearly see the body. A little girl of two or three years old is wearing a yellow skirt, surrounded by petals that will never wither. Little girl’s hands are closed to her abdomen, long eyelashes are drooping, and her little face is like a corpse with a sweet smile. Little baby is lying in Eminem’s arms, dreaming a dream. Staring at her for a long time, she will feel that her thick and long eyelashes are trembling slightly. It seems that she will open her eyes to send you a sweet smile at any moment.
Rao is the third corpse who doesn’t like children. Seeing this little darling, he can’t help but feel a little pity. It’s a pity that it’s so small.
Hesitated for a moment, greedy and suspenseful, defeated the little baby and cherished the red eyes. "I want to go to the museum!" " As he said this, he was about to reach out and lift the coffin lid. Unexpectedly, the thunder suddenly reached out and grabbed him, saying, "No!"
Red eyes misunderstood and shook his head. "Don’t worry, I also cherish this little baby. I won’t disturb her body coffin with my baby. I don’t want to rely on’ seven yue nine strands of heavy ice’ to ensure that she will never rot …"
Willy interrupted him. "It’s not what you said. You … You take a closer look at this little baby. Do you think … she is like a person?"
The other two people didn’t think it would be the same as exclaiming when they looked at it carefully for a moment, and the more they looked at it, the more they looked like a little doll in an ice coffin.
It’s simply carved out of a mold, but the little teacher’s mother looks cold and never has color to live as if she were dead; The little girl’s face is full of childish interest, but she seems to be still alive when she dies. The difference between the two is as big as the difference between heaven and earth, which makes the three bodies unable to recognize them at the moment.
How dare you touch this ice coffin again when you have a red eye? The red eyes are full of questions. "What is this … and the little teacher …?"
It’s much more practical to pick flowers. "This … isn’t something you shouldn’t have seen?"
Willy didn’t surprise me enough. A strange call startled the other two dwarfs. I turned around and wanted to ask "Buddha, alas". As a result, I opened my mouth … I didn’t know when I was looking for it, so I quietly looked at the ice coffin in the pit.
The three dwarfs looked at each other and then bowed down and shouted, "Brother, meet the little teacher!" "
Since I came to Ningcui Botou, I’ve been treated by three corpses so well.
Shallow to find a look at them, the light word "reburied".
"Follow the teacher’s metaphor!" Three dead bodies respond loudly. It’s better to simply fill a pit than to dig a pit. Three dead bodies have turned themselves into mud ghosts. Finally, the bottom of the lake has been restored to its original state. I haven’t left yet. I’m sitting alone at the bottom of the lake with one hand holding my chin. wait for a while is lost in thought and doesn’t know what to think.
She didn’t dare to touch without leaving the three corpses. In recent years, they have suffered countless hardships, and they have long been packed up. Fortunately, Shallow Search didn’t mean to punish. Looking at the flowers and asking, "I remember you can play the piano", I learned a good thing in the flower-picking bar for several years … Kuang Qinqi painted these things, which are the necessary means to seduce women. He occasionally played two paragraphs when he was proficient in the sword-learning from the island before.
Dianhua nodded, "Little Teacher Niang wants to listen to the piano? I’ll play it for you with you. "
"Don’t go" and take out a longqin from Gan Kun’s bag. "Just play it … just play’ Little Hu Jia’"
Hu Jia’s ten beats of Dong Tu’s famous song Xiao Hu Jia is a middle passage. The ancients expressed homesickness, but what’s the difference between homesickness, missing people and thinking about the past years in the piano? The piano is not only difficult to sing in the extraordinary water, but also faintly arouses the lake to resonate with the water. The sound gradually changes from echoing in all directions to responding.
Shallow search and then listen to the piano quietly for a long time …
Suddenly shallow search for the sword!
It is a grand dance for a woman with a yellow skirt to devote herself to this cold lake sword and follow the crowd.
There is no way to tell how long it is, maybe it’s three days and two nights, maybe it’s a meal, and the whole lake is soaked with sword colors. The original quiet lake has become dense and the water is as cold as the front.
When the shallow search keeps counting by the same method, the Great Lakes are completely stirred up by her. Before that, Wan Tao rushes and then retreats … Until finally, her sword breaks out into a raging anger at Tianning Cuibo. What a big lake! Wanwanjun Lake is only swayed by the sword!
Honghu Lake flows backwards into the sky!
The flowers were shocked, and a string was interrupted by his plucking the piano. The shallow search finally stops, and the sword still refers to the sky. She still looks up and silently looks at the high lake …
No matter how high you fly, you will still fall. When the huge stream pours back to the Great Lakes, the shallow search is still motionless. She has never cast a spell to protect herself. It is the simple hand that blows up the three corpses and adds a layer of spiritual armor protection.
The water has fallen.
That is a big lake with no end in sight!
When it falls, it contains strength, fierce shallow search method, and it is washed to the ground steadily. It is never spotless, and the yellow skirt is contaminated with sludge.
When everything is calm again, get up, wipe the blood from the corners of your mouth, and say "continue to practice swords" to the Three Corpses Road. After that, she lost her good piano and sabre at the bottom of the lake.
Chapter one hundred and thirteen ShiJianTong
I don’t know how to search for this person, and I don’t know how to refine her corpse on a small island in the middle of the lake. But it seems that there are some unknown tacit understanding hidden in Ningcuipo from the mountain. Such an amazing vision happened from the foot of Shandong, but there was no expert mountain to find out.
The lake is still calm, as if it had always been so, and it will always be so.
Time flies. Half a year has passed.
Guangding is in charge of guarding the Dojo. Qiu Ping shouted loudly, "I said that your money is endless. Why don’t you wait for your master to meet you naturally? He didn’t bother your master when you went on a trip all day, which made him go crazy and vomit blood and hate? Do you pay for it or what?"
Elder Feng was scolded across from him with anger. "The bold Uber is just a slave. How dare you talk like this and annoy me? Please leave the mountain and pull out your tongue!"
In the past seven months, since Fan Qiao was taken away by Su Jing for medical treatment, Elder Feng has come to the bald spot every three to five days, and even his practice has been delayed. Generally, an intensive scholar will have some idiosyncrasies about his own specialization, and Elder Feng’s immortal medical way is even worse. What he really means to live is that Fan Qiao is born with no other way to cure him, but Su Jing is so sure that he can cure it, which can make Elder Feng itch in his heart and always want to see the results.
But when the wind elder thought or "what method does he have?" Later, the number of times he hit a wall increased, and now his attitude has become "I don’t believe you can do it. I have to see how you killed Fan Qiao." The old man was really angry, looking forward to Su Jing’s idea of breaking a corpse, which was much heavier than the idea of Fan Qiao jumping out happily.
Qiu Ping looked at the wind elder with his arms squinted. "No big or little? Then let me ask you something. Why did you call Su Jing? Call uncle Shi, right? I call master and you call uncle, our peers! Let me ask you again, what did you call Qiu Dahai? You have to call your mother-in-law and your aunt all the time, so I’m a generation older than you, okay? Who are you talking about? "
The wind elder one leng heart first thought was "Qiu mother-in-law named Qiu Dahai? I really don’t know. "Then I came to my senses and shook my sleeves angrily." I have nothing to say to you, you bastard! "
"Have no words with me? Bullshit. Did I invite you? " Qiu Ping’s spirits are high, but it’s a pity that the crow guards don’t. Otherwise, he will smile and remain silent after listening to his quarrel at this level.
Elder Feng left for Qiu Ping, but he was adamant. "Wait, old Feng, let me ask you, are you a heart patient or are you here to see a joke?"
Qiu Ping-an didn’t see through other people’s thoughts. What he said was just throwing dirty water at people.
Wind elders full not happy smell speech which have a good word "I just came to see your master is how to harm people! I don’t know what that little former life of Fan Qiao has done, but this life will fall into your hands! "