On the main hall, this person is dressed in snow, holding hands, crepe like clouds, wide sleeves and ground. The look looks dignified and cautious, but the eyes are slightly lifted, the eyelashes are drooping, and the three-pointed and thin, three-point arrogance.
Li Wuxin did not think that the elders of Yu Heng turned out to be him, and he suddenly changed: "Chu, Chu..."
Chu night Ning Anran said: "Li Zhuang, don't come innocent."
"How is it!" Li Xiaoxin, who was so clever, couldn't speak for a long time. The face was like a wax. "You have no news after you leave the Confucianism. We still say that you are going to the Four Seas. Who is going? Knowing that you are actually, you are actually casting a bright pearl!"
Chu night smiled and smiled, his eyes were very cold: "Because you can afford it, I feel that I am a pearl."
"..."
"Well, gossip doesn't have to talk too much, let's talk about business. I heard that you think that I am practicing sorcerer and killing 500 households in Caidie Town. This fact is not what I did, but Li Zhuang has come from here, must have Misunderstandings. I still have something to do, Tianyin Pavilion will not accompany the owner, and the owner has something to ask, just ask here."
He said that he was too lazy to stand, wave his sleeves and seat himself on the elders. Wushan Temple has a special seat for each elder. Chu Xiuning’s seat is on the left side of Xue Zhengyi, with a fine bamboo basket and a half-rolled bamboo curtain. It is filled with fresh and sturdy flowers. The seats in the flowers are too low.
Although these years, Chu Ning did not deliberately hide his name, but it was indeed low-key. Therefore, although the young people of Bitanzhuang heard it, they did not know how powerful he was. However, Li is not the same. He has been in the rivers and lakes for many years. I don’t know the name of the late night Yuheng.
His fists were pinched in his sleeves, and the light could not help sweeping the Changzi.
If I have not collected the money from my family, why bother to take this hardship. The elders of Yuheng who thought that they were dead and dead were just an unknown monk. Who knows that it will be a long-lasting Chu nightning!
If you know that it is him, you will not be able to come here to take advantage of this beach. You can’t advance or retreat, how can you ride a tiger?
Li Wu has no change in his heart, but his heart is bitter.
However, a pro-disciple disciple is unclear, and he thinks that this elder is too unreasonable. Therefore, Master did not know how to deal with it. He actually made his own cleverness: "Chu elder, you have been to the butterfly town in the past." ?"
Chu night Ning squinted and looked at him: "Not bad."
"So, the ghost bride, is the evil of your town?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I..." The boy was aphasia. He only knew that the evil charm of the butterfly town was a ghost bride, but he didn't know more. Therefore, Chu Xiaoning asked him a little, he couldn't answer it, only red face equator, " In short, it’s a female ghost! You ask so much to do? Very young, fifteen or six years old, how many can you marry a new bride in a town?"
Chu night Ning sneer: "The color of the butterfly town is a vulgar marriage, the ghost bride does not have a hundred and fifty, I really don't know which one you are talking about."
"you--"
"What are you, me, no rules. The anti-subjects are not going back!"
Li Wuxin changed his face and looked forward to Yan Yue’s face. He said to Chu, the master of Chu, the first time I went out of the mountain, I don’t know the rules. Don’t be surprised. He said the ghost bride really It’s that it’s fierce.”
Chu nightning slightly frowned: "Luo's fierce scorpion has gone away?"
"Yeah." Li Wuxin sighed. "The female ghost lost her mind, killed Chen's door and said nothing, and then slaughtered in the town. When I went to suppress the disciples, there was almost no color butterfly town. Live people."
Chu night Ning whispered: "How can it be..."
"I have heard that the elders who have been involved in this matter are the elders of Yu Heng who lived in the dead, so they came to the door. In addition, in the town of Choi Die, I also got two things. Chu Zongshi, I hope you look carefully. Look, is it related to you."
He said, first take a piece of blood-stained yellow silk scorpion from the sleeve, and want to hand it to Chu.
Unexpectedly Xue Meng stepped in front of him, no good air: "Give me!"
"This……"
"My teacher has a cleansing, and the things that outsiders have touched don't touch him!"
Xue Meng said that it is really exaggerated. In fact, Chu Xi Ning is nothing more than a thing that people who don’t want to touch the disgusting people, but it’s really nothing clean. However, Chu night Ning had to see Li Wuxin is not pleasing to the eye, so it is also because of Xue Meng's troubles, not much to say, only coveted a hot tea served by the teacher.
Li Wuxin was sulking, but there was no way. He had to sneer and give Huang Wei to Xue Meng.
Under the candlelight, the public witnessed.
Chu night Ning shakes open, only a glance, his face changed.
"Transfer curse..."
"This is exactly the case. Chu Zongshi, according to my investigation, Luo Fijian soul has been temporarily sealed by you. Before you leave, you handed a curse to the Chen family's only daughter, let them copy the daily copy. , reciprocating ten years, is it not?"
"Not bad."
"That is the sentiment curse, it is the handwriting of Chu Zongshi, is it right?"
"...this is true."
"But Chu Zongshi, you have a curse for this, and there is a curse rune at the end of each chapter. What does that mean, you won't understand it!" Li Wuxin's voice suddenly screamed.
"Wan Tao's return to the wave pattern is a curse! - Everyone who has a copy of the curse of the Chen family will draw a counter-curse symbol, which will become a curse of the victim. The seal was broken, and Luo was fierce and fierce! The Chen family was full of people who knew nothing. In addition to handing over the shackles to their Yuheng elders, the old man couldn’t think of the second person and could teach them to draw such a powerful spell!"
"The old man is going to have blood-sucking people!" Xue Meng was furious. "If my master wants to kill them, why should I wrap around such a big bend! What is the curse of the curse, can't the handwriting be imitated? You suspect that it is my teacher." Respecting the painting, I still suspect that your turtle son is stealing and painting on the side, used to frame people!"
Li Wuxin's skin smiles and laughs: "Xue Menggongzi, the elders talk, what is your junior's mouth?"
Xue Zhengxuan spoke up: "Li Zhuangzhu, you just said that Yu Heng is doing this at the same time, and it is biased. The child said yes, the handwriting can be imitated, in case anyone wants to plant jade Heng, painting his runes several times, it is very similar."
"Then, ask, where is the Chu Zongshi’s enemies, and he has spent so much thought to kill him."
The ink burned for a long time, and suddenly I laughed twice.
Li Wuxin looked at him and thought of the rough remarks he had just made, and he frowned. "What are you laughing at?"
"I laughed and you talked for a long time, but forgot one thing."
Xue Zhengqi said: "What? What did you think of burning?"
"Although I don't have a lot of books, I happen to have some understanding of Wan Tao's return to the waves. I just want to paint." The ink burned and laughed. "Hey, look, this is not."
He said, his fingertips condensed a touch of red-lighted spiritual power, leisurely leaning against the pillars, volley smeared, and in a short while, a subtle Wan Tao back wave curse was reflected in the air, fireworks Generally good looking.
Xue Meng was shocked: "Dog things, great, when did you learn?"
Ink burned and laughed: "There is a book on Master's book. I feel fun and write it down."
Say casually click on the bright red spell, let it slowly rise to the sky, over the top of everyone. The red echoes are blurred and flashing with a little bit of shatter.
"How about it, it's better to compare it with you. Look at the symbol I painted, and whether it is also the structure of the gesture, it is exactly the same."
The disciples of the dead and the dead are the least afraid of the excitement. Seeing the night of the night, the face of the night is thrown at the table with a blank expression. It is the default of the practice of ink burning, and immediately rushed to the past and carefully compare them in a circle.
The people in Bitanzhuang were still stretched at first, and later they couldn’t help but be curious, or hold a picky attitude and look around.
So many people squatted for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.
The ink-painted paintings and the cursing spells on the skull are not bad, almost from the hands of one person.
The only unscrupulous idiot of Li was open again. He pointed to the smoldering, and he was shocked and said: "Okay! Ok! Don't make a move! It seems that you are killing you!"
Ink burning: "........."
Chu night Ning suddenly said: "This little brother, what is it called?"
"Well? You ask me?" The stupid glimpse, and immediately stood up, and all proud, "I have no intention of sitting down to the thirteenth disciple, Yu Ming."
Ink burning: "Hey."
Chu nightning is a faint reaction to "true cleverness". After all, he also has a name called "Frighten You", only indifferent: "When the elders speak, the juniors must learn to shut up."
This sentence is obviously ridiculing the criticism of Li Wuxin's previous ink burning. Li Wuxin listened, his face rose into pig liver color, he was very annoyed but he couldn't do anything about it. He had to pay attention to him, "哼" one voice: "Chu The disciple's disciple is really a hero, and he is very capable. This curse is actually painted like a master."
"Li Zhuang, it’s me, if you paint this spell, it must be like the one I painted."
Li Wuxin screamed at the ink: "What do you mean by this?!"
Ink burned and laughed: "Wan Tao returns to the waves, the brushwork is complicated, the strength is deep, the ink is dark, and there is no difference in half-day. So no matter who draws it, it will be no different from the founder. This has nothing to do with the handwriting. If there is a little difference in the painting, this curse will not take effect."
"A nonsense!" was a late mention of such a public opinion, Li Wuxin could not help but be angry and angry, and the beard was blown four times. "Which curse in the world is required to be so smashed! Although the old man has never learned this technique, he knows that this is nonsense. Talk, you guys don’t want to make a fool!"
"He has no rumors."
Li Wuxin had some towns at this time, and he said: "Chu nights, you can't say anything! How can you know! How can you know that the characteristic weakness of a curse is often only the most obvious, you Do you dare to say that you are the founder of Wan Tao's return to the waves?!"
Chu night Ning picked up his eyelids and looked at him with no expression. He took another sip of tea, which was slow.
"Why don't you dare. I will tell you now."
Li Wuxin: "???"
"Wan Tao's return to the curse is what I created."
Li Wuxin: "........."
The author has something to say: [with the role of the snake essence trumpet]
Chu Wanning: Xia Shi reverse
Ink Burning: Zhong Quangong
Xue Meng: Step Purple Lotus
Teacher: Yan Bailian
Ye Forgiveness: Nanhai
Mei Hanxue: Steps
Dog: Thank you, "I will send love to the moon", "Mr. Fan Soup" throwing mines~