The temptation of the wizard

In August, a woman who claimed to be the former sage host of Wumen, Meng Huiyue, came to the country of drug donation, and the Three Swords destroyed the General Altar of the Pantheon, and even their sacred beehive book was rubbed into powder, and the world shook for a while. This world is really not the only one in the eighth day of Linghu.

The famous Zhuyuntai hasn't been confirmed yet, but Meng Huiyue is definitely an immortal in the Void Returning Realm.

Naturally, the prestige of Wumen has skyrocketed, but the drug-donor country has fallen into dire straits due to the collapse of the Pantheon, and the surrounding countries that believe in the Pantheon have become a mess.

The retired Linghu eighth day planted three miles of flowers at the Zhutianjiao site, which is also quite a topic.

It is said that he originally only planted Bian flowers, probably because of the dying superstition of some people. It seems that planting Bian flowers can not get lost on Huangquan Road, but he wants to open up three miles of flower fields, and the seeds prepared in advance do not seem to be enough. Just planted a land with a width of one foot, but it was like a road.

The retreat demon king said that when the next year blooms, only this one-foot-wide Bian flower looks a little more poignant, so he bought more than a dozen bags of seeds and continued to plant orchids, chrysanthemums, lilacs, peonies, lilies, etc. on both sides of the Bian flower. , Can be said to be a typical representative of panic when idle.

He planted some crops and said that he had contributed a little, but he planted a large hill of flowers, and it was a hill of three miles long, so he would die so differently, he really deserves to be a deviant generation of demon king.

After the winter, the most anticipated thing in the arena is that Linghu’s soldiers will be resolved on the eighth day of the month. The battle of Pujiang was on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month last year. As a result, there were many more people in the Ailao Mountains, most of them with a rather complicated mood to bid farewell to the current top master and the first immortal in ancient times.

Many people consciously brought sacrifices such as wreaths and ingot candle incense.

But I have never seen any preparations in the simple thatched hut. On the eighth day of the year, he still went to take care of his flower field every day. When it was snowy, he still flew to the sky to disperse the snow clouds, worrying about his flower seedlings. It was frozen.

Until the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, someone reminded him cautiously, "Senior, are you fighting today?"

On the eighth day of the eighth day, smoking a dry cigarette and replied: "My flowers have not bloomed yet."

Everyone: "..."

"Senior, didn't you break your trust in the world?"

"No? I said last year that the soldiers will be resolved in a year, but not within a year! Ten years later will also be a year later, oh, do you think I want to be resolved today? I want to die like that what?"

"..."

The people of all rivers and lakes burned sacrifices under the hills and left angrily.

The devil is the devil, not trustworthy at all, bastard, liar!

In a blink of an eye, the Gengwu year passed, and Xin Weinian arrived.

In the early spring, the flower seedlings on the hills are already green and growing well.

In the early morning of the Lantern Festival, the sky was gloomy, and the mountains were filled with mist. Eighth Master still went to visit the flower field early, but saw that the green was red-it was the dress of the witch.

I wish Yuntai walked leisurely in the flower field, noticed the arrival of the Eighth Master, turned his head and smiled and said, "Very good."

"She" stood in the fog and among the flower seedlings, her hair was slightly moist, her dress was slightly fluttering, and she looked back and smiled. It was the most empty and ghostly painting in the world.

Eighth master secretly said a pervert, took a deep breath, and snorted coldly: "Huadu is beginning to draw pistils, don't you want to go back on the bill?"

The Eighth Master took good care of it. At this time, some of the other shore flowers had indeed pulled out their small stamens, and then they would fall leaves, and the leaves would bloom when the leaves were gone, less than a month before they bloomed.

I wish Yuntai walked out of the flower field with both hands on his back, and said cheerfully: "I never make a mistake, you can tell me a day."

Ba Ye's eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Then tomorrow!"

"Okay, let's leave tomorrow morning, and see who arrives in Yangzhou City first, how about?"

"Hahahaha... You swelled up, little monster, you dare to beat me in speed? Okay, whoever loses will be punished first... No, this is too simple. Whoever loses should sing a song in public, how about?"

"Yes." As the witch said, she walked down the mountain, "Tomorrow I will let the hill guard the flower field."

Linghu smiled on the eighth day of the year, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, he realized that he ran back to the thatched house, took out the bronze mirror and knife, shaved the beard on his face, and then went to the mountain stream to wash the white and replace it with one. Set of brand-new black brocade clothes, re-wrapped in a square bun, is a handsome and suave son of Yushu.

Ling Huyan looked at the stinky eighth master in front of the water tank and smiled: "It's rare to see you cheer up, but you are going to that kind of slumping place. What a...senecious scum!"

The Eighth Master laughed, "It can't be a smoky place. The monster is proud and arrogant. How can ordinary vulgar fans get into his eyes? I have ordered people to search for the most outstanding prostitutes in Yangzhou City. An elegant and quiet place, he must be beautiful, hehehe..."

Linghuyan was stunned, "Is there any benefit for you to preside over the relapse?"

Linghu's eighth day: "This is also revenge, but the punishment for his torturing me for so many years! He is simply sorry to myself if he doesn't take revenge."

This demon king was arrogant and arrogant. He stood in front of the house and waited for a moment before setting off at Chenshi the next day. He said boldly: "I let him even think about winning me for a moment."

Linghuyan watched him disappear under the hill, slightly lost in thought, and sighed for a while.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, as the flowering days approached each day, her heart was still getting sad day by day.

After Linghu hit the road on the eighth day of the eighth day, Linghu quickly converged his frenzied state and flew in the air. It was a distance of tens of meters in one click. Within two days, he arrived at the foot of Yangzhou City. Zhu Yuntai was nowhere to be seen, and he was immediately proud.

I wish Yuntai a full half an hour late. As soon as she landed, she heard Linghu sigh and sighed: "I heard that women usually wash their hair and put on makeup before going out. They usually have to toss for half an hour. I believe it too much, I have seen it now."

Zhu Yuntai glanced at him and went straight into the city, but a sealing card flew out from his waist. The epidemic calf jumped out of the card and said with a smile: "Pig and pig are not women."

Linghu: "That's why it's abnormal!"

The Mavericks was taken aback, "I can't refute..."

On the eighth day of the eighth day, he was going to the downtown area when he saw Yuntai. He hurriedly greeted and walked to the east of the city. After a short while, he came to a secluded courtyard, but Zhuan Sun Yingyang walked out of the courtyard after seeing Jiuwu news.

Zhuan Sun Yingyang glanced at Zhu Yuntai teasingly, then handed Ba Ye a medicine packet, and whispered: "This is a new variety of Yin Yang Hehe San developed by famous doctors."

Ba Ye was overjoyed and ordered Zhuan Sun Yingyang to go to the backyard to make arrangements. He personally took a sea bowl, poured the whole packet of medicinal powder into the bowl, and then added water to mix, and finally it was almost a bowl of sesame paste.

"This... is really too cruel." The Epidemic Calf tweeted twice, but secretly gave a thumbs up to the eighth master, obviously wanting to be a fisherman.

I wish Yuntai Dai's eyebrows trembled slightly, but thinking that the Eighth Master had finally sacked Huangquan by soldiers, today he was given the right to fight, so he took a breath and took a spoon and swallowed a bowl of "sesame paste". After eating, I felt a little hot and dry. After that, I quickly took the second half bottle of "Woneng Pill" to make a reconciliation, and then exercised to suppress it.

Practicing qi to the subtle realm of course can refine the kidney water, that is, refine the qi, but the kidney water is the source of life. If a person does not have the kidney water, he will be dead, so the practice is just to refine the excess. Kidney water, the desire of men and women is much weaker than ordinary people, but when stimulated by drugs, it will be much stronger than ordinary people, because the physical quality of practitioners is far superior to ordinary people, and the production speed of kidney water and the degree of nerve sensitivity are far Above ordinary people.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Linghu was very proud of her eighth day. Before she finished her words, she walked out from the back hall. Two young girls with gauze hoods, both young and beautiful, with pleasant aromas, bright eyes and full of autumn waves but embarrassed. Astringent, smiling and holding Zhu Yuntai in white clothes, he went to the backyard.

At this time the lanterns are beginning to come on, the pavilions in the backyard and the waterside pavilions, Luo Weiqi foil and powder fragrant, the slightly dim candle light makes the shadows dim. There are beauties painting quietly under the willow trees, and the slender back is like a weak willow supporting the wind; there are beauties playing piano by the lake and the wind blowing fairy. Fluttering; there are beauties playing chess on the water pavilion, and the dimples of the cheeks are rippling; there are beauties playing in the water by the lake, the powder is greasy and crisp and sweet... or rubbing shoulders with Zhu Gongzi, or looking far away, before the Qiubo Turn, the wind is charming and charming.

Seeing this situation, even the saint's presiding officer could not help but curse in a low voice: "Dry!" For a moment, he felt distracted, and his eyes changed slightly.

The diseased calf was even more stunned, before murmured: "Mother! Anyway, Zhuan Sun Yingyang was once the head of the Ancestral Witch Temple. No matter how depraved, he won't be an old bustard!"

"Hahaha..." The eighth master laughed, hugging the two girls and walking towards the waterside pavilion, holding both hands on the girl's creamy and white back, I wish Yuntai felt even more uncomfortable in his eyes, "Bah". Trying to push the girl around him a little bit, but he was immediately entangled by them again, warm and fragrant and soft.

When I arrived at the water pavilion and sat down, the Eighth Master waved back the haunted cockroaches, and called those chies to perform their talents. Although they were clean, they were also very tempting to wear. The candlelight was bright or elegant through the thin gauze. His close-fitting pocket is not a trace of wrinkles supported by that plump and beautiful figure, and it has a variety of styles, and it is several times more brilliant than those scratching and posing.

Wu Man sat more and more stiff, his face looked like a peach blossom, bright and compelling.

Linghu didn't dare to look at "she" much on her eighth day. He only held up a hip flask to make fun of the beauties. He held a few hands from time to time and had a very good sense of precision. He knew that Yuntai was too obscene to disdain naked skin and flesh wars. On the contrary, he was disgusted, and he needed to be "situational and affectionate" to make all the beauties frivolous and angry, and even more charming.

Epidemic Mavericks is a guilty heart, so he doesn't dare to cause trouble at this time.

I wish Yuntai's skin is getting more and more red, and I can squeeze out the water. Suddenly he walked up to the singer and snatched the pipa from her, gritted his teeth and said to Linghu on the eighth day: "I still owe you a song, so I will pay you back. ."

Ba Ye was startled, probably because he thought it would be too cheap to sing on this occasion, but he was also a little curious, and he hesitated for a while and reluctantly said, "Then... sing and listen."