Nightwatcher

"Calcion is upstairs, you are here to go upstairs, I have been going to the top." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairway and pointed it upstairs:

"This is not requested, but you have to remember, let's go, if you do it, the score will decrease."

"What is the use of rating?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Why is you inverted? Rating four, etc.: B - base, better qualification. Naturally, it is easy to cultivate." Song Tingyu Yang took off: "I am B."

Zhu Guangmiao said: "I am C."

I am a big strong .... Xu Qi'an has played a stalk, alone, came to the second floor, he saw the bronze mirror on the red paint pillar of the stairs.

It takes out his figure in the mirror.

Xu Qi'an did not come by the palpitations, and the muscles were not controlled, and relaxed slowly.

The inner miscellaneous, the heart is peaceful, put all the fame and the name of Li Lu and the private desire.

This mirror has problems .... This thought is just flashing, and it is pelled in the bottom of the heart, not care.

Forced into the sage .... This thought is also precipitated.

He turned his foot to the corner and came to the second floor hall, which is provided with a Buddha, Feng Fu, Baosheng solemn.

The tribute is placed on the shore and the incense.

The Buddha stood in an armor and looked at him.

Xu Qi'an face calmly detailed a few eye Buddha statues, no longer looking, walking toward the third floor.

The monk sent his back, and bowed his head to write on paper, it seems to be evaluated.

.....

The third floor is dedicated to Dao Zun, wearing a robe, holding wood swords, and the foot.

There is also an unmanner in front of the law, quietly looks at Xu Qi'an's arrival.

It is necessary to turn around to turn around, and then write the paper on the paper on the paper.

....

The fourth floor is dedicated to the Confucian saints, wearing the Confucius, Dai Confucianism, looking forward to the distance.

The saints still stand in front of the sorrow, quietly look at Xu Qi'an.

This saints sculpture and the clouds of the clouds .... Xu Qi'an is a feeling of emotion, and there is no love in love.

He came to the highest level - fifth floor.

The fifth floor is dedicated to a man wearing a yellow robe. He is standing, and his hands have a sword, and the sword eyebin is very angry.

Xu Qi'an didn't know this, but the yellow lobe indicated everything.

The Dynasty Dynasty, a king, or an open great.

When he came here, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "Cartry", the measure capital quality is only part, the true meaning is to measure a person's moral quality.

The role of the mirror is that people can't make a violation of the mind, deliberately worship.

..... Worse, I don't have a ritual Buddha, there is no trip to respect, no worship, this shows that I am a person who does not respect the Buddha disadless four books ....

.... These have no relationship, but the fifth floor I must worship .... I don't worship me, I will finish the easter ..... A person who is not unfashionable and ignorant, it is not for this era. of....

What is the organization?

It is an espision that is affiliated to the emperor.

It can not respect three teachings, but it is not unfaithful to the emperor.

So "ask the heart" is a screening of moral quality.

Xu Qi'an is undoubtedly unqualified, he is a five floor, no one is worship.

I will be kicked out more people's dresses .... This is, the key is to make more people know that I am arbitrarily crimes, who will not turn the old account ....

These ideas flashed one by one, then precipitate, automatically ignored.

Xu Qi An is anxious to fight "sage model", forced himself to worship the king, two awareness of madness, body stiff, muscle spasm shaking.

Waiting at the king of the king, observed Xu Qi'an moment, brushing him downstairs.

After a few minutes, the unpackor returned, Xu Qi'an also stood in the same place, stiff and trembling, like a hand and feet cramps.

That unmanned is like a rare animal, I got a lot of Qi'an, whispered: "I have exchanged evaluated in the colleague downstairs."

The army continued to say: "When Wei Gong set up a question, there had been a confession. If someone has not deducted it, it is a ten evil."

..... brother, give a chance!

Xu Qi'an is anxious.

"So Wei Gong also gave a chance, set up the sixth level alone, but then there was no longer I have been there." The magical gum of the community Xu Qi Qian: "You are a scorpion, one."

"You relax, don't cramp." He said.

Xu Qi'an no longer confronted with the inner sage model, adjusting breathing, and successfully made the muscles no longer schedulous.

At this time, I found that the back of the ridge was wet.

He contoded the statue of the king of the king, and he went to the deeper area.

The openwork window is spherling the sunlight, and the fine shredded lights in the wooden table in the house.

The wood is engraved with a poem.

Kill the Enemy of the Evil Emirate, the waist is sword.

Returning to the golden hormon, full of civil and military unresolved.

The little poetry is still very domineering .... What does it mean to show me a poem?

Xu Qi'an side of the side looked at the

Record, there is an unmanage of the district, understand the impossible.

Don't take yourself, but it's dead.

Does the poem? It is impossible, the subject is obviously not a poetry. Calling is related to ideological and morality, from this regard.

Since it is a test of ideological and morality, what is Wei Yuanfei to do this?

Xu Qi An eliminated her distraction and actively opened their minds.

The sixth level is to give me this kind of no teacher, and I don't respect the materialist of the Buddha, which is equivalent to the last opportunity.

That naturally, I want to dig some precious ideological products from me. If I don't, it is dead.

Precious thoughts .... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the subcounters in the lobby:

I hope to do duststocks deeply, don't ask for themselves.

The more people 's responsibilities are to monitor the Hundreds of officials ... Wei Yuan's poem, the same thing is the meaning of loyalty to the country, the power of the official.

I thought here, he suddenly became fluent, and it understood the meaning of the big official.

This poem is here, not for doubling, but a common feelings.

If the unmixed ten evil, it is really bad, in the heart, he is unable to fight his own heart, forcibly writing a common love.

On the contrary, it means that he has a precious morality and Wei Yuan is willing to give a chance.

Xu Qi was spit out of a breath and reached out: "The pen ink is served."

The monk handed a brush and paved the rice paper on the wooden table.

Xu Qi'an pen was hung on paper, closed his eyes.

Although I am in my heart, I don't care, I am a gods, and it is a authentic materialist.

But I am not ten evil, my heart has justice, and there is a principle under the feet. I never raised the people, never rely on the identity of the identity, even if this is a social norm ...

Even, I have desperately want to make money.

You have to share, I will give poems, as you wish.

Xu Qi'an, there is no psychological barrier, write down with ugly fonts:

, people

The people are easy to abuse, and they are difficult to deceive.

The looks at the four words on the paper.

He received rice paper, and he seriously stared at Xu Qi'an and saw a while.

"Everything is more qualifications, we need Wei Gong personally ruling, the little person will send Wei Gong."

He almost left the floor in the way, and the footsteps of the stairs were quickly far away.

Xu Qi'an felt that he was in general, holding a wooden platform, and followed by going downstairs.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao waited for his colleagues on the first floor, see Xu seven-Anchid building, smiled and struck: "How many times?"

He smiled, like a fox.

The dealer of the lower building did not tell him the process and results.

Xu Qi'an Zhang opened his mouth, and finally chose to be silent.

Zhu Guangxiao's unambiguous face, two eyebrows slightly wrinkle: "Your face doesn't look good."

Not very good, I feel that I have two times in the edge of life and death, but I still stimulate the mountain car .... Xu Qi'an is tired and shook his head, said:

"I want to find a place to sit down and drink tea, take a break."

Song Tingyu smiled and picks an eyebrow: "Please give you a hook the woman, beat legs?"

You are like a .... Xu Qi'an smiled in the sky: "Go to the teacher, please float."

Song Tingfeng, haha ​​laughed: "This dream, I did it when I was young."

PS: The public chapter should consider the number of words and recommended bits, and cannot be exploded. After the shelves, I burst it again, and the sixty-thousand words in one day should be bottomed out. By the way, there are countless volts in the book, more than the second generation of demon. You can find some find.