To say what the only regret is, probably I have tried it repeatedly.
After passing a show, I will never go further.
There is no achievement in forty years, and I suddenly encounter ghosts.
The return from the fantasy realm has been practicing in concentration.
Many things also let go to the younger son.
It clearly saw the veins in the book, knowing the spirit root and breathing method, and the observation scriptures, but he couldn't feel the aura and could not lead to the air into the body.
I heard that martial arts can use martial arts to reverse congenital, but he is not a martial arts material, and he has suffered from the master who has no good real repairs. For many years.
You can only put together the appearance of ghosts and gods, and hope that you can repairs the famous hall with your views. People are nearly eagerly and not tough. Finally, they have a blur.
"Cough." Cang Cang's pale hair slowly got up from the couch.
The younger son was worried: "Dad, Dr. Gu has given you the pulse."
Song Zhong Shen said: "Take a knife!"
"father."
"burin."
Drinking soup medicine, Songzhong took the carved knife again to the courtyard again, and began to carefully carve in the huge wooden stakes, and said calmly: "I have been very lucky for seventy years.
Forty party knows the truth in the world, but not to take a look, it is a pity. "
Instead, he said with a smile: "Rest assured, even if I am gone tomorrow, I will be funeral."
"It's a bit like it." Song Zhong looked at the tall wooden plastic, and the joy flashed on his face. Although he had never been carved out of the spirit, he just felt that the old devil of the year stood in front of him.
He is not afraid. Although the bee is exuding, the demon god is no different from the ordinary elderly.
Perhaps the devil is too high, so that his mortal cannot see clearly.
Now that I have finally looked at the moon in the well, I saw the endless depth.
puff!
A bite of blood spray.
The old Songzhong was surprised to find that the current herself was very light. He was puzzled why his children and grandchildren came, and he cried to flood him. He was like an outsider and shouted, "What are you crying?"
I wanted to drag up my younger son but found that her hand suddenly passed.
Looking back, I was rosy but my anger lying on the ground.
"I'm dead?"
Song Zhong has not returned from shock, although he said that he had souls after death, but this is also his first experience.
No.
Perhaps it was not the first experience, but he saw him with his own eyes when he lived. Seeing his body falling down, his children and grandchildren and his grandchildren rushed up.
"My wife should not go far yet."
Song Zhong looked at his own museum, and looked at the children and grandchildren.
Laughing out.
As soon as I stepped out of the threshold, Songzhong saw a carriage parked at the door. The carriage was dark. The car was catching a caught in black, squatting on the frame, standing beside him and holding a hug.
The difference of the shoulders, holding a white stick, shackles hanging around the waist, and the shape is quite strong.
Plugs out a mysterious token in the surprised eyes of Songzhong, turned it into a volume, and compared it. "
Ming Zheng. "
After speaking, he laughed and said, "Master Song, get in the car."
"Master Song?"
"I?"
Songzhong's face was strange and inexplicable. He did not have a half -time office in the town's court. How did it seem to be the bad service of the prefecture, but he first called him the Lord Song.
Zhuangshuo and said with a smile: "Yes, Master Song compiled the legend when he was alive, adding glory to the prefecture, and he was able to achieve the community.
Isn't it just an adult?
There was a look of a dead face, red eyes, and pale face, and this smile was even more panicked.
I looked at Songzhong in the gale of Douyu and said, "Go on the car."
Song Zhongzhong boarded the carriage suspiciously, and the vulva was raised, and a brunt sounded. The beast ghost horse immediately began to run. The avenue in front of him quickly turned into a gray path.
Song Zhong's eyes widened, and asked in surprise: "This flower is so bright."
"Don't leave the carriage range, the other side of the flower sea is rooted on the underworld road. Once you fall off the carriage, you can't live a breath with your body."
I only found out that the palm of the poorly dial was like a beast.
Looking at Wang Yanghua, Song Zhong asked: "Will ghosts die?"
"ghost?"
"Practice is a ghost, and there is an unusual soul without the way to do it."
This makes Song Zhong's goodwill increase.
He thought that the difference between the earthfall was as cold and impatient as fast as the world.
I remember when I was reported to the official before, I caught it and got a fatal meal first. Then I started to deal with the case.
I did not expect that the Ghost Ghost Ghost was more kind than the living people.
It's just a question.
"How often do we arrive in the prefecture?"
"soon."
"After completing the procedures for entering the customs, you have to send you back after checking some meticulous details. Finally, you will meet with your loved ones, basically seven days."
"Top 7?"
"Yes, this is what you say."
Song Zhong was surprised by the efficiency of the prefecture. The court of Yang Shi's town had to be one and a half years after two states.
I heard that there are ten halls Yan Luo, four major judges, and eighteen of Yin Shuai. "
"Hey?" Flashing in his eyes, he was surprised: "You know a lot of miles."
Song Zhong continued to ask: "Who is the current emperor of Yinjian?"
I also felt idle and I was idle. I simply explained it: "The current Emperor Luo Du was appointed nine hundred years ago, and the name was Feng Tianzi."
The yin poorly frowned by the driver, looked up and down from Songzhong, the spiritual official law was illuminated, and no cultivation was found.
How many letters, do you ... see from where? "
Song Zhong said with a smile: "Don't conceal the two adults, I like to collect folk stories very much, so I heard a lot of things that catch the wind and watch, and some people have this question.
Talent and beauty, Gao Lai Gao to the monk ... "
Dialing also agreed: "It is not surprising that Yuan Yangyu encountered monks, but there are some weird places in you. Our brothers did not feel the aura, it should be exhausted."
"exhausted?"
Praising the comfort: "Yes, the aura is so thin that you can't practice at all, so you haven't seen too many monks, otherwise you will go all over the place."
"The world is so big, some mortals can't see the monks in their lives."
In the eyes of Songzhong's eyes, surprises were bloomed. It turned out that it was not your own problem, but the local barren nourishing the crops, and hurriedly arched the handling ritual: "The two adults have vast magical powers, and they can have the experience of practice.
If there is any dispatch in the future, never resign. "
The Zhuangshuo's difference was hesitant, but the ghostly sneered on the side: "It's useless to give you you, you don't have this practice just slow."
Speaking of your waist cards.
"This is?"
"Yin Different Order." The badly sighed: "My brother is right, you have no ordered order, even if you can absorb the ghost soul Dan, there is no place to disappear, and the efficiency is naturally not good.
Professor, in case of delaying Master Song is not good. "
Song Zhong felt sorry, and then asked: "Is this big test?"
"Similar to the scientific research of you everywhere, but the difference is that after the big test, it will become a city god, walking the road of the earth, which is different from us."
"In this article, Tao Tao ..."
"Hey, Master Song is polite, you are a man of meritorious, the big test is actually a process."
Say all the way to the city.
Apply for identity and road.
Song Zhong said goodbye to the two yin differences.
It is agreed to narrate after the exam.
Looking at Songzhong, who boarded another carriage, Yin Mo said coldly: "Do you really feel that he can take the test?"
"There is always hope, right?"
Yin Yinhoo: "Maybe there may be hope before, but now it's different."
"The big test of the city was held every year, and this time was made up, there were too many people who made up. His achievements are really good, but it will not let the state herd open alone. I feel that he can’t pass it.
Not only can not get a merit, it will be taken away. "
"In this supplement, all the candidates are one of the wedding dresses of them."
Plushing his eyes: "You mean ..."
Nympho
Song Zhong, who was sitting in a single room, looked at the door that had been locked, looking out through the window.
Countless rooms of such size are only one bed couch and a desk, and there is a poor patrol on the outside. The blank test papers are placed in front of them. You need to take three days to leave.
Of course, you can also submit the papers in advance, but who has too much time.
Song Zhong sat down and wrote the pen on the draft.
Thanks to the description of the old devil, he knows a lot to the prefecture.
To ask some policies and subsequent governance, he has been in his heart for at least ten years in his heart. Now, when he has written it like a god, it seems that the fish enters the water.
At noon.
It is done in one go.
Song Zhong did not rush to submit the paper.
After two days of hard work, seeing that everyone began to submit the papers one after another, he paid it.
When he returned to the station, he lay down to sleep with a confused. After three days, the list was still urging him, and he was late.
A huge wooden sign was opened in the place where the gate was released, and the name was narrated in order from top to bottom. In Song Zhong, he didn't rush to read but first saw the article on the side of the case.
At this point of view, the heartbeat suddenly beat, isn't this exactly the article he wrote?
‘Stable!’
He shouted in the center of the Song Dynasty, and then looked at the name.
This view suddenly tightened.
"Lu Huaizhen, who is it?"
Song Zhong was about to shout that a big hand had fell on his shoulder.
Look back.
A nearly eight -foot tall ghost stood beside him and presented a decree: "Song Zhong, adults want to see you."
Song Zhong wanted to shout, but he found that he couldn't speak.
He was raised by the other person like a puppet.
He felt deeply resistant to resist, but everything was futile. The gap between mortals and monks was too large, let alone ghost differences and souls, it was a natural restraint.
Songzhong followed the difference and entered the inner hall of the gate.
"Adult, people brought."
Happy New Year.
I wish you all the emperor's life and Tian Qi, longevity will not die!