Chapter 23 Ghost Tire (Three Explosion!)

At night, the starry sky is deep.

Who knows whether there is God's will behind the sky?

Zhang Ju Shandong, outside Sanshe.

Five people from Fenglei, Puppet Street, Wuyin Palace, more than 100 people came hand in hand.

Bi Fang, after all, is not a trivial matter.

The five people of Fenglei have secretly concluded an alliance with the Wuyin Palace on Puppet Street. They have been plotting for several months and have just made a plan. If it hadn't been for the sudden killing of a Zhangjushan Bifang incident, maybe the purpose of their trip would have been Xuanzhuguan or Qianyuan Mountain...

Although Wan Leidong, who had just left the customs, looked pale, seemed to be happy to encounter such an incident. Without waiting to recover his vitality, he insisted on bringing people in person and rushed with them. There are still two masters Liu Fengshan and Zhao Ping in the puppet street.

As soon as they fell, the puppet street people kept rattling under their black robes. The five-tone palace is high mountains and flowing water, singing and dancing endlessly.

Although it is an alliance, it is still divided into camps and stationed in separate gates, with clear boundaries.

No one has stepped in half a step.

Wan Leidong sat alone next to a pile of fire.

The jumping fire shone on Wan Leidong's knife-like jaw, and suddenly revealed a hard beard, as if he had experienced countless wind and frost.

Wuyingong Fuqin suddenly lifted his feet and walked to the side of Wan Leidong. Like him, he sat down gently and looked at the jumping firelight.

Fuqin's face is very white and well maintained.

If he closes his eyes and doesn't smile, he really can't tell his age.

His eyes can't be closed at this moment.

Only in the place where he is most relieved in the Wuyin Palace can he close his eyes at ease.

The light in his eyes is unique to the old fox. It never goes well with that slightly young and beautiful face.

The firelight seemed to be feared by him, and it burst gently and swayed for a long time.

Fuqin smiled slowly and said, "Master, listen to them, you haven't been out until recently..."

Wan Leidong has always had no affection for this strange palace owner and said coldly, "Thank you for your concern."

Fuqinlian never turned around, but seemed to have understood everything. He added, "Master, ordinary people are closed, and their faces are red when they come out. After all, the door owner is not ordinary people. When he closes up, his face is whiter..."

Wan Leidong was told the central thing, and he couldn't help snorting coldly and said, "Of course, I'm not as good as the palace owner, and I'm a resounding state father..."

Fuqin has been infertile all his life. There has never been a daughter.

He was sent to the palace as his daughter to marry the emperor, but a female disciple he loved before.

The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better.

This old man, who has been fighting in secret for decades, certainly has a clear understanding of each other.

He suddenly said this and couldn't help but make Fuqin's face turn red and white.

Fortunately, no one is around, otherwise...

Fuqin couldn't sit still any longer. She suddenly stood up and hummed coldly, "Well, if the door owner is not well, you might as well go back to rest. There is no you here, and we can also do it."

"Hmm!"

Wan Leidong snorted coldly and said, "I'm not old enough to wipe powder on my face!" The palace master is at his own.

One word poked on the heart of Fuqin again. Fuqin didn't look back to answer and left.

The guy who can let out even his beloved woman out is by no means a good guy who can conspire.

What about yourself?

Wan Leidong suddenly smiled in a low voice. I'm afraid he is not that easy to mess with!

It's time for Qianyuanshan to avenge my left guardian.

Through my seven-49-day efforts, the seal of the great demon god has been lifted, and the lark blood sacrifice is needed. Finish here quickly and you have to go back quickly. When the Great Demon God was born, it was the day for the puppet street to regain power. Thinking of this, even if it sheds more blood to feed it, it is worth it.

The five people from the wind and thunder sat around a bonfire without saying a word.

The poisonous hand withered grass has been treated by the "spiritual ear" of Wuyin Palace. At this time, he has been much calmer. Although he still has signs of children from time to time, his skills are still there. In time, it should not be difficult to remember the past.

Yan Yueming can't wait, and his palms are itchy.

Whether it's Qianyuan Mountain or Xuanzhuguan, they are nothing! Even the old monk of the bastard buried in the temple, the lonely cold city, and his five brothers should not be afraid!

Tai Sui can't move the earth, and the five people can't.

Thinking of the cold city, his eyes couldn't help falling on the face of Xuanhan's hand ice Lan, the only veiled woman among the five people.

Her face seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

The beautiful face under the black veil seems to have been frozen. The cold air that the black veil can't hide penetrates, and no matter how beautiful her outline is, it can make people feel that they don't want to approach.

What will she think in her mind at this moment? Who will come back from Hancheng?

I heard that Yunfeng has broken his arm and closed it. If he can come, there will be a good show... What a pity...

Yan Yueming suddenly felt a strong murderous atmosphere all over his body.

Bi Fang, his brothers must win it at that time. With the help of Bi Fang, it goes without saying that his strength has increased greatly. Compared with these real things, what he is looking forward to see more is the Xuanzhu View of Qianyuan Mountain and even everyone in the world, gritting their teeth.

Fuqin was suffering from bird gas from Wan Leidong. She hurried to Yan Yueming's side and sat down again. She said angrily, "Look at that old ghost! Where does it look like cooperating with others? I was just greeting, but he retorted!"

"So...do you talk too much?"

Yan Yueming stared at the firelight, and the desire to kill in his heart was just like this fire.

Fuqin didn't expect Yan Yueming to speak like this. Before his buttocks settled, he brushed his sleeves and got up again!

Yan Yueming came to her senses and said lightly, "Just kidding, why does the palace owner have to be surprised?"

Fuqin looked at him coldly for a long time, and couldn't find a trace of joking with an old friend from his stiff face.

Fuqin gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for our appointment..."

Xue Jinghong suddenly said, "Lord, my eldest brother can't speak. Don't pay attention to it."

Yan Yueming turned around and stared at Xue Jinghong coldly, then turned his head and nodded stiffly.

Fuqin couldn't stand getting along with these and said angrily, "When this matter is over, and then we will break Xuanzhuguan and Qianyuan Mountain as promised, and we will disperse things separately, and the well water will not offend the river!"

For no reason, Fuqin was in the mood of the two places of the alliance and went back to the camp of the Wuyin Palace.

Ancient musical instruments, according to Zhou Li Chun (forbidden words) Palace, are divided into gold, stone, earth, leather, silk, wood, pao and bamboo eight tones. According to the Biography of the New Tang Dynasty, the eight tones of the eight tones of Zhou Dynasty changed the eight tones of stone, earth and wood to shellfish, teeth and horns, so the eight tones of the Tang Dynasty were: gold, shellfish, silk, bamboo, leather, teeth and horn.

Why is the Wuyin Palace not called the Bayin Palace, that is, it abandons the stone and earthwork in the first eight tones, and Beiyajiao, the replacement of these three.

Fuqin feels that what has been changed will no longer be meaningful.

Gu's name: Wuyin Palace. According to the remaining points: gold, leather, silk, bamboo and bamboo.

Jintang, good at ring cymbus, iron plate, copper bell and other metal instruments, the master of the hall, shakes the soul bell, crisp and sound.

Getang is good at hitting leather tools such as all kinds of leather drums. The owner of the hall plays the piano and hits Chiyou drums, which is extremely powerful.

Sitang is good at building zithers, erhu and other silk string instruments. The head of the hall is Hu Erhu, the national teacher of the dynasty. The sky and rivers are full of horses, and the momentum is magnificent. Unfortunately, the affairs of the palace are important, and they have not arrived today.

The hall is good at complex players such as bamboo, sheng and spring. Mr. Nan Guo, the head of the hall, always looks sad, but he doesn't know what's going on.

Finally, it was the bamboo hall, and the bamboo hall was a single bamboo musical instrument, such as Xiao, flute, chi, etc. The previous hall owner Xiao Ruodi did not know where he was going. Shortly after the new hall owner Feng Xiao Xiao took office, there were fewer people who knew her.

In addition to the five-tone hall full of talents, there are also five tones, that is: Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five virtuous talents.

The five sages are not under the master when it comes to their strength.

After the fifth tone, there are also the four famous sons in the world.

It can be said that there are a lot of talents. At this moment, a few people in the Wuyin Palace and others watched the palace owner come with a sad face and put down to have fun. Huo got up and greeted him.