Thousand Blades of Death

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Very hot.

The sun is like fire.

In such hot weather, even eggs falling on the ground will be cooked, but there is a group of people moaning and rolling on the ground, their hands are covering their eyes, and there is a faint cry in their mouths.

Chang Mantian took a breath.

In front of him, the suddenly bearded man was still embroidering, embroidered with a black peony, a beautiful and fascinating black peony. The man was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, but there was no trace of sweat on his face, enough to see his power.

But one trick, only one trick!

His group of brethren who followed him from south to south fell to the ground, and they were cruelly embroidered into a blind man, an embroidered needle, how could it be like this.

But soon he tasted the same taste.

Can't give up, Chang Manli said sharply: "Liang Qingzi, let's get rid of his pair of tricks first!" Zhaozi is the eye.

People who want others to become blind, of course others want him to become blind!

The principle of the rivers and lakes heroes is: "Return teeth to teeth, return blood to blood!"

The big beard is still embroidering, and the iron sword with a weight of twenty-seven pounds has been cut with the wind. Lian Zi gun "Dragon takes water", also stabbed him from the side straight. The dart masters of Zhenyuan, most of the martial arts masters have received the guidance of their brothers and brothers, and the moves are shot, of course, they all cooperate well!

The beard suddenly smiled and said, "It's over."

His peony has been embroidered, and the embroidery needles are slanted up, and Chang Mantian only feels that Hanmang flashes, and suddenly he has reached his eyes.

No one can describe this speed, and almost no one can dodge.

Chang Mantian roared loudly, and the Iron Sword suddenly took off and flew out, but his people had fallen. With the sound of "robbing", the iron sword was nailed into the big tree beside the road far away, into the wood.

At this time, the beard had embroidered his fourth blind man.

Seventy-two needles, thirty-six blind. A quick shot, a hard shot! A side of white silk, covered in Chang Mantian's face, embroidered a red peony.

The black peony became a red peony.

Who can see the mystery inside, at least the Chang Mantian who has become a blind man cannot see it.

This incident quickly caused a sensation in Wulin, a big man embroidered with dozens of blind men, stole the eighteen-pile pearls of the royal palace, the seventy volumes of calligraphy and paintings collected by Hua Yuxuan, and the eight hundred thousand two darts in Zhenyuan A batch of red goods from Yin and Zhendongbao, and 92,000 gold leaves from Jinsha River!

alone!

At this time, it is also the time when the bitter gourd master's meal comes out. Many friends who have made good friends with the bitter gourd will rush over and try this delicious meal.

Lu Xiaofeng, Huamanlou is no exception.

Just before going, Lu Xiaofeng was still turning his head, and after turning, he ran to dig the earthworm! He started wandering after the incident of Huo Huo, playing wandering in rivers and lakes, so he did not know the news, nor did he know that the trouble would soon come to him.

On the country road, Ma came to the capital because of the news of Ye Gucheng. Sun Xiuqing was unwilling to go back to Emei when he was injured, but Shi Xiuxue had to go back. She was worried that Emei's robes also had this responsibility.

This cute little girl.

Ma Yuanwei smiled and lay on the haystack of the herdsman's oxcart. He put the straw hat on his face to cover the sun. Although he also wanted to go to Emei, he heard that Su Shaoying had begun to rectify the Emei school. This chaotic moment In the past, outsiders might make Emei more nervous.

So, he was going to watch Ye Gucheng and incidentally blend Lu Xiaofeng's things about embroidered thieves.

The man who plays with embroidery needles, the marvelous novel in martial arts novels is the undefeated East, replaced by a nondescript, ridiculous, he is more curious about Xue Bing and Ouyang Qing.

It is also curious, if Xue Bing is alive, will Lu Xiaofeng finally choose Shaman?

Compared with Shaman, he appreciates Xue Bing more, but this girl is still too ruthless and too bloody, not counting the one he is tempted by, Ouyang Qing may be more in line with his liking.

The sun is very strong.

Ma Yuan soon fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, the bullock cart had already sent him to an interesting place.

"Thank you." He gave a piece of silver.

Many streets are paved with bluestone slabs, and the red cotton trees that are redder than maple leaves are as splendid as the evening glow.

This is a small city next to the capital, Wuyang City, a very interesting place. He is not the first time to come, but stepping on this bluestone board, walking through these narrow alleys still finds it interesting.

There is a small shop at the bottom of the alley. There is a large stove at the door. A large pot of stew is cooked on the stove. The aroma comes from the pot.

The place inside is very dirty, the walls, tables and chairs have been blackened by oil smoke, and even the words on the signboard have been smoked to be unrecognizable. But this fragrance is too tempting.

Ma Yuan just sat down, and the guy in the store had scooped two big bowls of meat-like soup from the pot. This place doesn't seem to sell anything else. The meat soup is still steaming, not only fragrant, but also beautiful in color.

In Cantonese, Ma Yuan once learned a few words, so he talked lazily with his friends. He was just bored, so he just said a few words casually.

But this guy talked about the embroidery thief.

"Jin Jiuling is going to solve the case now, and I will surely be able to find it out soon." Guys have no fear of the public, and tyrants, hooligans, and officials often collude, and this is where they are.

"Have you seen Jin Jiuling?" Ma turned out to be interested.

"I have seen it from afar." The man said: "Heard that he is not a first-class wine, he can't drink into his mouth; he is not a first-class woman, he can't look down on him; he is not a first-class car, he will never sit. "

Ma Yuan smiled, "Not bad."

Jin Jiuling is good at distinguishing antique calligraphy and paintings, and good at Soma, and these two things are enough to let him live first-class forever.

He has always lived a prosperous life and has been well maintained. It does not look like a famous martial arts master on the underworld, but like a playboy.

He did not lack money, beauty, or ability, so he became empty and distorted.

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