The raccoon dog glanced at the bald face expression in Wenjiacun, where he was riding his horse, which made people feel a little puzzling. "The mushroom was broken by your intention, but it was just some soul force that didn’t cultivate the yuan soul. It’s better for zombie dolls! As far as I’m concerned, Egg should be alive in a year and a half! But … "

The raccoon dog turned a surprise and froze it in the faces of three teenagers. "The resurrection of the dead is to create a scourge!"
Wen Leyang suddenly felt that after traveling around the world this time, the raccoon dog also had the basic quality of being warm and not doing anything. He said sentence by sentence that he was not in a hurry, but the three of them were almost anxious. Xiao Yi and Mu Mu asked in the same way, "What is the scourge?"
The raccoon dog also muttered to himself, "I really don’t understand anything!" " Then he explained that "the scourge is the apocalypse! Yuan’s soul will be resurrected in the ghost meat, and the whole ghost meat will help him share the fate. When the scourge comes, the ghost will naturally share it with him, but Ah Dan can’t. He has the soul power. The resurrection day is the fate! "
Wen Leyang asked, "How powerful is the natural disaster?" In fact, even if you don’t ask him, you know that Armageddon is not a worry-free thing, but now you have to quantify this illusory thing to prepare, for example, to get an advanced alloy insulation box
The raccoon dog shook his head and frankly said, "I don’t know that Armageddon varies from person to person, but the resurrection of the dead is equivalent to the reversal of Yin and Yang, so it shouldn’t be light." After that, Zhan Yan suddenly smiled. "Anyway, it’s still early. I don’t want these things to come to help on the right day. Hey, it’s not necessarily difficult for us to practice together for nearly ten thousand years to help that little one share Armageddon.
Wenleyang, Xiao Yi and Mu Mu looked at her with a sigh of relief at the same time. There were both admiration and gratitude in her eyes. You said this earlier and complained.
Wen Leyang thought a step further. "Was that Yuan soul entered by human race or went into ghost meat by himself?" Say that finish, a big rabbit demon injured things also told the raccoon dog.
The raccoon dog wasn’t too surprised. "Of course, the Yuan soul planted by the friar has been broken. The body must have been blown to pieces by force. Perhaps it was a relative or a roommate who saved his Yuan soul and planted it in a mushroom. I don’t know if two rabbits were injured or not." She smiled and lit up naughty light in her eyes again. "Let’s go to the temple and ask them both when you get married."
Now, even if the sky falls, I can’t delay her from watching the drama "Yi Zi Gong".
Wen Leyang kept asking, "That’s not right. Why aren’t the soul-breeders in the temple? If you go in, someone might break the mushrooms."
Impatient, the raccoon sniffed and cheered, "Fish smells!" Then I explained to Wenleyang in rapid fire that "ordinary people can’t get in, even if they do, they can’t touch the soul-nourishing mushroom. You Wen family didn’t have someone holding mushrooms in the past, but it was almost sucked dry, that is, he left that strange wrong fist to break the law, and you ruined the mushroom." Then he walked towards the kitchen without looking back, beaming.
As soon as the raccoon dog pushed a rough sound inside the kitchen door, he swore, "Get out! I am the most annoying when I am cooking! "
Wen Leyang was so scared that he lost all his carrots that he was about to rush over to save the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the majestic raccoon dog smiled and said to the room, "You are busy, you are busy, I dare not disturb you to cook well and put less pepper."
"Let’s go and cook without others telling us what to do!"
The raccoon dog shrank its neck and retreated again, and vomited at the three teenagers’ nifty cunning. His eyes seemed to be watering …
In the next few days, the raccoon lived in Wenjia Village and walked around humming Persian cats when he was free. Except for Wen Leyang, Xiao Yi and Mu Muwai, he didn’t talk to others and occasionally took a straight look at others.
Wen Leyang asked the raccoon dog several times if he had found any clues about the extension of grandmaster in the past year and a half. The raccoon dog root ignored him, and the grandmaster’s grandmother was so cat-like that she didn’t even bother to deal with perfunctory things.
It wasn’t long before Ernian arrived at Jiuding Mountain with Xiao Mao and the current experts in Miao Village to pay a grand visit to grandmaster and grandmother. The raccoon dog really praised Ernian for a few words. If it weren’t for this woman, there would be no Miao now.
Ernian and Xiao Mao are also affectionate when they meet Wen Leyang and Mu Mu. They must give it to Wen Leyang, a few Miao girls. Wen Leyang is so anxious that you can tell me this secretly. Don’t say it in front of Mu Mu.
Mu Mu took a small hand and smiled at Wenleyang. "I don’t care if you like it."
Wenbu smiled at Ernian from the side rubbing his palms and salivating. "Ernian, there are other good guys besides Wenleyang in Jiuding Mountain. I don’t have a daughter-in-law here …"
Ernian hesitated a "we Miao girls marry without paying attention, so we ask our own man to be a real Han"
Wen didn’t clap his thigh. "Isn’t it enough to talk less after I married my daughter-in-law?"
Ernian laughed and slapped Wen Buzuo on the shoulder. "Hurry up and tell your master that when I go back this time, I will take you two brothers to the stockade to take photos together!"
Don’t be overjoyed. "Then don’t forget that you have to tell Grandpa Four that he is the leader of our dead name." Several people are getting together and salivating, saying that the raccoon dog suddenly ran to Wenleyang with joy like a gust of wind. "Here it is! The troupe is here! "
Ernian still doesn’t know the word palace, and she still looks puzzled. Wen Bucao invited a troupe when he met a happy event.
Sure enough, after a while, a melodious flute sounded cheerful rhythm from all sides at the same time, and the tune was loud and loud, but it was not harsh. People couldn’t help laughing when they heard it, and they wanted to throw their hands and dance with the flute.
Tens of thousands of butterflies fluttered and spread their wings from everywhere, scattering layers of glittering and translucent colors. In the half-mile, they fluttered and fluttered, and they became more and more melodious and happy. The colorful butterflies gradually became clear and arranged into a beautiful arch according to their own colors, but there was no shadow in the sun.
Xiao Mao and A Dan cheered. At this time, Wen Leyang realized that there were seven colors of butterflies in the sky, and the colorful Changhong was divided into seven directions under the flute command, just like the colorful ribbons dancing in the wind, which were separated first and then slowly merged again and finally condensed into a dazzling rainbow stretching straight from Jiuding Mountain! Layers of halo spread from the rainbow, and the whole Jiuding Mountain was surrounded by intoxicating fragrance.
The flute is getting louder and louder, with a thought-provoking touch. The high notes are constantly tactfully raised, and the stacks seem to be exhausted. Whenever it is about to disappear, it will suddenly rush into a new moving scale.
Finally, the bright timbre gave off a crisp explosion in the amazing fascination, and butterflies spread all over the sky, and at the same time, dazzling brilliance appeared, overwhelming petal rain at the end of the flute!
Now the raccoon dog is staring at the more splendid scenery than fireworks in half a mile with excitement and crossing his eyes, saying to Wen Leyang, "It took a lot of thought to make this gesture!"
Wenleyang ha ha a smile "not just want to rob people to give us a MaWei WenGu first"
The raccoon dog glanced at Wen Leyang. "When did you become smart?"
At this time, a powerful and deep voice came from the mountain. "Luohai Lake, the word palace, Maheshui Mountain, please meet the parents of the Wen family in western Sichuan and have something to discuss."
The four masters of the Wen family all look angry. No matter how angry a person is, you can’t even think of calling from the mountain. This surname is so hemp that it is a spell. It is a short cut to bully the Wen family by magic.
Sophisticated monks can’t do this either, but the two brothers didn’t pay attention here. The monk smiled and followed the four fathers to explain that "there are three giants in the palace, the eldest surnamed Xia, the second surnamed Ma and the third surnamed Wei Xiuzhen, who secretly call them Ma Wei. This Maheshui is a word. The younger brother of Gong Er is one of the important people in the palace."
The old man didn’t say anything serious to Wen Tunhai. "He asked for water, but it’s worse than you swallowing the sea!"
The four masters and uncles were livid and ignored the monks.
If the manager is full of excitement and chanting "Mr Ma is coming", he wants to meet the mountain.
The raccoon dog laughs and smiles, and her eyes pass over all faces. Finally, she waves at Wen Bu, stretching out her slender fingers like spring onions and drawing a complex symbol in the middle. Her fingers are like sharp cat claws, which seem to tear the air and leave a gray-black mottled trace.
After the semi-Chinese seal script was formed, it suddenly shook with the gesture of the raccoon dog. The raccoon dog just smiled and looked at the temperature. "What do you say?" The status of the two brothers of the three giants is also high. Compared with the first of the five temples of the Great Mercy Temple, they are not inferior to the peers. This time, on behalf of the Word Palace, they came to find Wen Bucao to cast a spell first and then cast a beautiful spell. At the moment, they are proudly smiling and waiting for the Wen family to pick them up.
After a while, there was no movement in the mountain. Maheshui laughed and was about to sound again. Suddenly, a sound more violent than thunder exploded from his ear. "What do you want me to say? Oh, what the hell? It’s so loud … the dense forests around it are shaking with shock."
After a while, the sound was tentative, and the voice lowered "Hey … Hey …" It was still like thunder.
A moment later, a villain was arrogant and arrogant, and the sound was full of strength. When he laughed, he still pretended to be happy. Later, he became really happy. He was so satisfied with the sudden and earth-shattering loud voice for hexagrams and the lifelong pursuit of silence.
Just now, the sound of Maher’s water is not compared with that of a raccoon dog now, just like a frog and a tiger yelling at each other.
Maheshui felt that one giant thunder exploded in the depths of his eardrum, and his eyes were indecisive and uncertain, looking at the mountainside.
Uncle Wen was relieved when he got angry. He smiled and told Wen not to do "cut the crap and let them come."
Wen doesn’t do muffled thunder. It’s better to cherish and yell at Shanda, "Please come, mountain man!"
Mahe Shuiyin didn’t increase as much as just now. "Then ask" But in a short while, in the petal rain fluttering in Youzi, two big men were wearing red clothes and blue clothes, carrying a sliding pole and almost jumping all the way to the mountain without touching their feet.
Wen doesn’t do a low voice and say to his three-inch brother, "Do you want to take a picture?" When the words came out, I was shocked. I could hear his voice on the mountain road.
Maheshui looked tall in his fifties, but his body was stout and strong. After entering the village, he jumped from the slide pole, and Gou Changxi hurried to greet him at the village entrance with December. "Gou Changxi met Ma Sir Zhong" said with a wave of his hand, and in December he quickly took the slide pole from two big men.
Maheshui nodded slightly towards him and then walked over to the villagers and said, "Who is the master of the Wen family, Maheshui? Please forgive me for taking the liberty to disturb him." The tone of voice was flat and light, neither polite nor arrogant.
Wen Tunhai quickly walked out of the crowd and arched his hands and smiled. "We are really flattered by the fairy in the hinterland. I don’t know what happened. I worked hard." Uncle laughed sincerely and politely, but the tone always made people feel a little ridiculous.
Maheshui didn’t take it seriously. He continued to smile and ask, "What is the cabinet?"
"Just tell me what you have to do in Winton Sea Fairy."
Maheshui nodded. "It turned out to be Uncle Wenleyang … Hehe, it’s best to talk to the parents of the Wens, if it’s convenient …" A word palace would have found out all the characters with warm keys.
Uncle civilly interrupted him, rubbing his hands with difficulty. "You see how many masters are busy with things in the village? Almost all of them are my decision. You can either tell me that if it’s important, you really don’t want to talk to me … why don’t you come back another day when the masters are not busy?"
Wen’s four old men are not busy at all, and they react with their hands behind their backs like a circumstances. They ignore them in situ with Maher water as their eyes sweep.
Maheshui’s face changed slightly before he could speak, and the big man in red behind him smiled coldly at Wen Tunhai. "Don’t be shameless!"
Wen Tunhai was still unhurried and walked over to answer, "If you have something to discuss, just look for me, but I can’t help you if you come to the mountain to find your face." When he turned around, he actually strolled away with his hands behind his back, and he left the word Gong Majia, who was admired by thousands of people, hanging in the village.
The old bass summed up with the monk, "Ma Wei has been given to others this time."
Warm grass, no seedlings, and crow hill will not die. None of these three ways of life is kind and generous. If others don’t provoke them, forget it. Once provoked, they must go back to the palace ten times and one hundred times. Is it deliberate to expose the wind and let our mountains give gifts, or are the rainbows and thousands of miles all over the sky just full of prestige and high momentum?
Compared with Wen Tunhai, although it seems stingy, it is more direct and more venting.
The red man’s face changed and he made no secret of his vigorous anger. He was going to catch Wen Tunhai Maheshui, but he smiled and stretched out his hand and stopped his hand. "Wen Bucao, Wen Bucao really has some temper. If Uncle Wen can really make decisions, it’s ok to talk to you."
Wen swallowed the sea and stopped. He didn’t give up his seat or tea. He used to laugh at his former county magistrate. "Just tell me about it. What is it?"
Maheshui’s face flashed with anger and completely converged. He smiled lightly and said, "It’s a great event. The head of my palace heard that a boy named Wenleyang in the Wen family was very resourceful. Brother Xia appreciated this boy’s plan to marry my precious niece to Wenleyang with the Wen family."