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“In fact, you don't have to worry too much. The Daoist is not as terrible as you think. I've been in touch with him. He calls himself a gondolier, but he has principles. Before carrying out the work, you must also obtain the consent of the other party. If you wish, you will carry out the work.” Song Shuhang consoled.

Besides, the mayor just finished the robbery. We have a long way to go before the next promotion, and we should all be safe in the meantime.

Siroly blinked: “But I still feel safer to stamp it. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

After a moment of reflection, Su Shi said: “I think, just in case, it would be better to build one. Even if, as Book and Navigation says, the Daoist of Heaven has principles... but what if we meet a missionary maniac who is called the Daoist without principles? Whether you like it or not, do I have to give you credit? There are some things, and now that we've talked about them, let's be careful. ”

“Right, right, right, that's the truth. So, stamp us.” Sparrow demon Cai shouted.

She had long thought that multiple ‘Xuansheng Seals' would be handsome, but Song Shuhang never put them on her. Now that we have seized the opportunity, today we must definitely cover the Master's ‘Sacred Seal’.

“All right.” Song Shuhang sighed, sacrificing ‘Holy Seal’, asking the poem: “Where are you going to build it? ”

When the tree demon was initially stamped, it was easy to put a seal on each other. You can't put a cover on her back, can you, Siroly? That's a hell of a beast.

Siroly stretched out her left hand, held up her sleeve and revealed her tiny arm: "Brother Song, can you cover your arm? ”

Song Shuhang pinched the ‘Holy Seal’, aimed at Poirot's small arm, snapped, and covered the 'Big Song' holy name.

Siroly's little white arms show a holy print, glittering and even beautiful. She stretched her hand and stabbed the 'holy seal’ on her arm, hipping and laughing. It's like getting a little girl who loves toys, happy face.

Look, what's wrong with this process all the time?

“It's me, it's me.” Sparrowdemon Cai jumps over: “Master, can you cover my wings? One wing, one wing each! ”

So she wings open, two holy seals, how handsome?

“One person can only cover one.” Song Shuhang's mouth twitched.

“Okay, then cover my back.” Xiaocai regretted.

Song Shuhang pinched the holy seal, facing the back of Xiaocai, and pushed a lid - one lid and two lids, both lids anyway.

Tap, the 'Big Song' holy name is stamped on the back of the little color.

Likewise shiny.

Then, Xiaocai jumped away with satisfaction.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Indeed, it always feels strange that this process cannot be said.

After sealing Xiaocai, Song Shuhang turned his head to Su Shi A XVI and asked: “XVI, do you want to build one? ”

Su Shi A XVI smiled. She also extended her left hand and extended her pure white arm to Song Shuhang's eyes.

At one time, soft as boneless, hands like soft, skin like condensate, fibrous vegetarian hands and other words, brush brush appeared in Song Shuhang's mind, like a bullet screen brush screen.

Song Shuhang took a breath, held the holy seal and gently printed it on his sixteen arms.

Pfft! Also leave the holy name of 'Big Song’.

Su Shi A XVI retracted her arm and looked at the tattoo of ‘Big Song’ on it: “Just like the tattoo. ”

“Unfortunately, I had no choice at the time. Otherwise, 'Big Song’ would definitely not be chosen as the holy name.” Song Shu Hangdao.

“Big Song sounds pretty good, too.” Sioux XVI lowered her sleeves and her ears were slightly reddish.

The mark, she'd better hide it carefully.

Song Shuhang pinched his holy seal and retracted his gaze from AXVI. Then he looked at Prince Feng and said, "Senior Feng, do you want to take a shot? ”

Prince Feng: “…” What the hell is this?

“I'll let it go. I'll talk to you later.” Prince Xuan Feng shook his hand: “Moreover, the Daoist Daoist has just finished his promotion, and it is still far from the next day's robbery. Now he has no need to preach. Really wait till his next promotion. ”

“Makes sense.” Song Shu Hangdao: “Under this day, it should be enough to have a power transmission madman. I don't think there will be many more power transmission demon kings or anything. ”

”"... "

Is that a flag?

If it was a flag, would he be safer to build one too?

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The sky is brightening and the sun is rising

Dear Phoenix said goodbye to everyone, got up and left. Next, he was going to Huangshan Zhenjun's place to meet the beans and send them a wedding gift or something. After that, he was ready to shut down for a while.

Su Shi A XVI has no classes today, she is going to practice all day today, consolidate the situation raised after eating the 'crocodile leg dish'.

Go back to your room and get some sleep.

Plus Senior White Crane excuse to find good food for the white honored, early departure.

As a result, Song Shuhang was left alone in the hall.

Book Sailing looked at the time and was just a few hours away from class.

What can I do for you?

Go to the bookstore next door and rub your books?

It's been a while since I went to the boss's mother's book, and he's a little heartbroken... but the boss hasn't opened the door yet.

What about homework?

It's unnecessary, since he became a monk, his memory has been stronger than a day. Once he hears what's in the book, he won't forget it. No need to review homework at all.

So, let's do it again?

I just borrowed Phoenix's CPU to cultivate it. It doesn't make any sense to cultivate it.

Want to go…

“Go buy a cell phone.” Song Shuhang muttered.

I always feel very uncomfortable without my phone around. Now, the mobile shops should be open.

In recent years, he has been accustomed to purchasing mobile phones either directly online or officially on certain cell phone brands. I bought a cell phone in the store and haven't been there in years.

He started by turning on his computer and searching for the nearest and most fully stocked cell phone store in the vicinity.

“Just this one, the store is newer and just bought two new phones.” Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

Selected position, Song Shuhang Festival out the sword to crush.

Song Shuhang's flying skill value of the Imperial Knife increased after studying and deepening CPU. Now he, his experience in the flying of the Imperial Knife, already belongs to the old driver level.

Skilled in infusing the knife into the ruin, the mind moves to match the fat whale with the congenital element.

The next moment, the knife overwhelms the illusion to create a complete set of 'knife armor'.

“Knife pulling!” Song Shuhang's right arm grabbed the crushed knife handle, which is the position of the armored leg of the knife.

‘~ ~ ~ ~’

The knife pulled him in pieces, rising into the sky and heading into the void.

[Wu, this is a little too fast, my hands are a little soft.] Song Shuhang's heart secretly said, after the experience skyrocketed, the speed of the knife pulling surgery also increased greatly, flying fast.

Looks like the matter of refining a [Royal Knife Flight Blade] is on the agenda. Doorboard knife with guardrail, better have a toughened glass shield or something. If possible, it would be nice to add a chair...

Song Shuhang wants to be more beautiful.

……

……

On the way to the mobile store, Song Shuhang saw an acquaintance as he passed over a park.

It was a young man, shaving a fresh little flat head.

With a knife, sword, and stick on his back, the man arrived in a forest deep in the park with three weapons.

The man then lowered the knife and sword and removed the stick first.

The man meditated for a moment, and then he moved, and a set of sticks spread from his hand. It's not the ultimate stick technique, it's just a basic stick technique.

But… this so-called [foundation] is in the context of the realm of cultivation.

Song Shuhang, who was using 'knife pulling', paused. He leaped over and stepped on the 'Knife Crusher', holding the royal knife flying position and watching the man's movements.

After the men's set of 'basic sticks', put the sticks aside. Then he raised his sword and started practicing. It's also a very basic set of swordsmanship… the kind that fixes the real world.

After practicing swordsmanship, men changed their swordsmanship.

After the knife, he also played a set of boxing techniques.

Basic knife technique, basic boxing technique, basic sword technique, basic stick technique.

After all, the men gasped, sat casually on the grass, gasped heavily, and drank water to rest. And take it out with you early, and eat it silently.

Song Shuhang: “…”

This young man, Lee. The specific name, Song Shuhang, is also unclear.

The young man, who used to coach Song Shuhang. Not a car coach, but a private plane coach. Song Shuhang called him ‘Teacher Li' at the time.

The one who accompanied Song Shuhang and Baizhuang to space, and landed as an old American astronaut under a series of coincidences, also experienced a series of tragic experiences of instructor Li.

Finally, Shirakawa Shinjun took the shot and brought him back from the West.

When I finally sent him back to Huaxia, Teacher Li encountered the ‘real fantasy' passionate desert of the white honor and met the white horse in the desert... then there was no more.

Ultimately, Bai Zhuang killed Professor Li's memory and secretly compensated him.

“Indeed, after repeatedly erasing his memories at the time, Teacher Li's memories were not completely erased. He remembered some memories.” Song Shuhang pinched his chin in secret.

Teacher Li is now practicing swordsmanship, sword, stick and boxing, all from the ‘real illusion’ of the White Honor, the hands of the White Horse Green Shirt.

However, these basic martial arts, only tactics, without accompanying breathing methods and rhetoric.

Physical fitness is fine, but it is almost impossible to build a foundation with which to embark on a practice path. Besides, Teacher Li's age has long been missed, and even her cheerfulness has broken.

Song Shuhang shook his head slightly, regained his knife and left the place...