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Constant Fire Zhenjun holds the Lingshi in his hand: "Do you want money?"

Song Shuhang looked at the Lingshi in the hands of the constant fire predecessors, and found a way of wealth: "The constant fire predecessor, the app of your generation driver will send me one time, I will register an account. Then I take the time to practice the next fairy boat. , Xiansuo's skills. Maybe you can take the time to pick up a few business."

The sacred fairy reached out and straightened Song Shang’s body and erected to the ground—the force was slightly larger, and Song Shuhang’s feet were inserted into the land.

"Don't dream, book sail." The tortoises of the predecessors stood up, and the forelimbs patted Song Shuhang: "You are afraid of high and fast speed, what shuttle? What's more important, you don't have time to take orders." Believe me. You still have to develop your own core world and work with me on the amusement park project. In this world, the best money to earn is women and children. The amusement park is guaranteed to be a big project."

"When I come back, I can let the avatar go on behalf of the driver." Song Shuhang pinched his chin.

Heart Devil Akasaka: "Don't fantasize, no time. With this time, you might as well go to work for Datun, maybe you can make more money."

Song Shuhang: "..."

But think about it, in fact, he has a lot of projects to earn Lingshi.

What he lacks is not the project, it is time.

"I said, you need to pay attention to the wrong point." Sister Bai Long behind Sue A. sighed: "This monk driving a car, very problematic. Near the Confucian, disappeared. You Not afraid that he will sneak into Confucianism to do damage?"

She didn't even notice when the other party disappeared. This made Bai Long's sister not wary.

Constant Fire Zhenjun suddenly whispered: "The one who just took the driver is also a Confucian disciple. Although he deliberately hides, I can sense Confucianism from him."

Zhenjun puts up Lingshi: "Let's go, I will bring you the home of advanced Confucianism. Welcome everyone to come to Confucian again."

"The white predecessors haven't returned to the gods... the white predecessors in the daze are so beautiful."

"Give it to me." Song Shuhang stepped forward and slammed the shuttle directly: "I am going in."

Speaking of it... When I came back to the Confucian Baiyun Academy, the white predecessors seemed to be sleeping. They refused to get out of bed in the scorpion. Finally, Song Shuhang held the scorpion to the Baiyun Academy.

History is always strikingly similar.

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Henghuo Zhenjun took Song Shuhang and his entourage into the Baiyun Academy and arrived at Baiyun City.

This time there was no last ‘9th sorcerer’ invasion crisis, and there was no defensive defense over Baiyun City. Don’t worry about the Feijian limit today.

In addition, most Confucian disciples have now moved to the 'Golden Lotus World'. The flow of people in the Baiyun Academy is much less, and there is some depression.

Along the way, the Confucian disciples who met will be the first to salute the constant fire.

Henghuo Zhenjun is now in charge of the 'Golden Lotus World' and has a very high hope in Confucianism.

When several people came to the square, Song Shuhang looked up at the square, and the Confucian thirteen robbery.

These thirteen statues of robbing are different in temperament. There are gentle and gentlemen, such as bamboo; there is a spirit of flying, unrestrained, and fresh and handsome, Yushu Linfeng.

The material used for each statue is also different. It is carved with jade, and it is also cast by ordinary bluestone. Some statues are reddish, and some are white and spotless.

Like last time, Song Shuhang’s gaze fell on the statue of “the whole body is like a glass, and the inside and the outside are thorough”.

It is this ‘Liu Shusheng’ who borrowed his ghosts, and this borrowing will not return. Song Shuhang’s gaze was found in the thirteen robbing fairy, but he did not find the statue of ‘made fairy.’

Is the fairy not one of the thirteen robes?

In the end, his gaze fell on the statue of the robbed head.

"Hey?" His brow wrinkled.

The face of this robbed figure, which was headed, was wiped out.

But when he remembered coming back to Confucianism, this robbing fairy had a face. Although the specific face was already unrecognizable, he was sure that when he saw the statue for the first time, this was the first robbing It has a face.

"The constant fire predecessor, the leader of the robbery is?" Song Shuhang asked out loudly.

Constant fire really smiles: "We can't remember."

Song Shuhang: "Ha?"

This is your Confucian robbing fairy.

"About the record of the first robbery, everything about him was erased. We can't remember his name, no impression." Constant Fire really replied.

"Heavenly small black house!" Song Shuhang subconsciously said.

This effect is definitely a small black house.

"We later guessed for a long time, and finally thought of this possibility." Constant fire really whispered.

But he hopes that is not the case...

Sister Bai Long looked at the statue headed, her eyes slightly picked up, and somehow, she suddenly remembered the monk who had just driven.

There is also a sacred fairy, and it is also such a robbery statue that looks like a head and looks like something.

After a long while.

The scented fairy was taken out, and she embraced her, and her slender fingers twirled on the strings.

The long piano sound is coming.

Make a fairy opening, and start singing with ancient language.

On the thirteen statues of Confucian robes, there is a brilliance of Guanghua. The ‘righteous’ power that belongs to Confucianism gathers and condenses on the thirteen robes.

In the vagueness, there were a figure on the thirteen robbery statues. They showed a gentle smile and looked down at the fairy.

After the interest rate.

The singing voice and the sound of the melody of the fairy are over, and the illusion of the thirteen robes and the ‘righteousness’ of the gathering are also dissipated.

The fairy goddess holds the piano, and the small figure stands under the huge thirteen robbery statues, looking up at the cold statue, unable to tell the loneliness.

Under her usual playful appearance, the hidden sage is the death of the saints, the thirteen robes of the dead, and the sorrow of the Confucianism. The battle of heaven and earth is extremely cruel.

Song Shuhang looked far away from the Confucian fairy. At this time, no one is suitable to comfort the fairy.

Let her be quiet alone.

Thinking about it, the creation of the fairy suddenly moved.

She leaped high and jumped to the top of the head of the Confucian robes.

Then, she held her hands up, reversed her body, and rubbed her feet on the edge of the singer's head, posing a reflexive movement.

Song Shuhang has a bad feeling.

The fortune of the fairy is thrown away, and the cockroach is thrown high, and then her body leaps backwards, spinning and rolling, and the posture is very beautiful.

哗~

In the eyes of the public, her body was firmly in the body of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Oh, this water position is very pleasing." The turtles patted their forelimbs.

The Confucian disciples who were onlookers began to applaud.

In the sky, the cockroaches fell, and the arm of the scented scorpion stretched out from the head of Song Shuhang, and the cockroach was caught and swung hard, just like waving her trophy.

The acting will have to perform a full set.

The cheers suddenly became more heated.

Song Shuhang had to take advantage of the shuttles of the white predecessors, using it to block the burning sight of Confucian disciples.

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Henghuo Zhenjun smiled and led Song Shuhang and entered the Baiyun Academy to entertain the area where the guests lived.

Originally, he wanted to directly entertain Song Shuhang to live in his private small courtyard, but the private courtyard has not yet been sorted out... all books, and all kinds of things are in a mess. He is going to tidy up and sort it out, waiting for dinner, and then entertaining Song Shuhang in his private small courtyard.

"Right, constant fire predecessors. Did the Yunquezi predecessors come to Confucianism?" Song Shuhang asked.

When I was in Tiantian Island, Yunquezi mentioned it on the phone with Sanlang. Before she went to the Nine World, she was going to borrow a thing from Confucianism.

"I just asked a few disciples who were in charge of the management of the academy, but the Yunquezi Daoyou did not come to Baiyun College." Henghuo Zhenjun said: "I have asked my disciples to ask other Confucian academies to see Has anyone in other colleges received a friend from Yunzizi."

"I hope that the Sparrows predecessors do not impulsive." Song Shuhang secretly.

There is always a bad feeling.

"Hey, book air... That is the monk of the Huangshan group's main house. Don't leave the hook?" The green lady suddenly came out, she stood on the shell of the turtle's predecessor, and the turtle's predecessors squatted at the window.

Song Shuhang looked in the direction of the green lady, and saw a pair of young men and women talking and laughing in the corridor opposite.

"It’s a week away." Song Shuhang said with a smile: "His track number is 'Tibetan hook', but it's not a hook."

Then, the fairy who is separated from Zhou is the ‘Yuqin’ Ouyang Yu? This is a typical Confucian fairy, full of talented women.

After a lot of twists and turns, the pair finally came together smoothly. The main reason is that Peas has not been able to toss away recently. It has been closely watched by Huangshan seniors.

It seems to have sensed the sight of Song Shuhang.

Zhou turned away from the subconscious and met Song Shuhang's gaze.

Then he saw the shiny eyes of Song Shuhang's left eye, the eyes of the saints.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's face was white, and he weakly avoided Song Shuhang's gaze, carefully reaching out to touch his lower abdomen.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Zhou Lixiong, what we say is old acquaintance, your reaction is a bit sad.

Oh, but you are really avoiding, the more I have to go up to get close to you!

Song Shuhang got up and was ready to peel.

But together, he sighed again: "No, I am not a pea."

Then in the eyes of everyone's doubts, he sat back again.

Peas can enjoy the skin because he is a pea.

He can't be made into peas.

"I thought you couldn't help but peel it." The voice of the white predecessor suddenly sounded behind Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang turned his head and found that the white predecessor had not known when he had returned. He had a ‘one-time flying sword’ in his hand, against his own waist.

Song Shuhang was a cold sweat.

"Because I had promised to give Zhou to Taoyou and Mr. Yuqin for the media, I finally got into a good relationship with them. Whoever wants to peel like a pea, I will send him to Mars." Seriously.

Song. Keep a life. Book Air.

"Right, is there a sign?" The white predecessor said: "I suddenly want to count for their love."