Chapter 1922: Meng?
"White predecessors, have you not said that you are not very good at it?" asked Song Shuhang. .
"It doesn't mean it doesn't mean I won't." The white predecessors succumbed to calm: "And I have a unique algorithm."
"I have a set of picks, I will pick it up, Bai Daoyou waits a little."
In the impression, this set of shackles was a long time ago, when Yunzizi Fairy came to visit Confucianism and stayed with him.
Before the establishment of the circle of friends of Jiuzhou No.1 Group, Henghuo Zhenjun and Yunquezi, Bai, Huangshan and other people were old friends.
Constant Fire really ran back to his private home, found the silver plaque in the treasure house, and quickly returned. He was afraid that he would take too long to pick up the plaque, Bai Daoyou and other friends. Live, go straight to his private home to find the sign, and then see his messy private house, causing him to sweep the floor.
After coming back quickly, he handed the silver plaque to the white avatar.
This set of shackles is a style often used by the calculators, but the general calculator uses bamboo or wood chips, and this set of plaques is made of silver.
Although silver is quite valuable, but the value is the money of Shigu, not worthy of the stone.
Song Shuhang surrounded a few people and wanted to see what the special algorithm of Bai’s predecessors had.
The white predecessors were calmly grasping the shackles, and they had words in their mouths.
If you listen carefully, you can hear him repeatedly saying: "Looking at the marriage between Zhou and Ouyang."
After reading this for several times, the white predecessors seized all the shackles.
Go forward.
Song Shuhang asked: "Do you want me to smoke one?"
"No, wait for the sign to automatically jump out." The white predecessor split.
Song Shuhang looked curious.
This 卦 sign automatically jumps out, how to jump?
It feels a bit hard to sign.
This is justified by the fact that Gao Moumou wants to lie down and the words are automatically coded. It is very unscientific.
Thinking about it, suddenly... the whole room violently vibrated.
The lynx is holding the shell of the turtle's predecessor: "Is it an earthquake?"
"Don't worry, it is the voice of our Confucian disciples who are transferring the secrets of some large caves." Constant Fire Zhenjun explained quickly.
Confucian relocation has come to an end, and most of the important things have been transferred to the Golden Lotus world. Now there are only some things that are bigger or more difficult to carry.
For example, some Dongfu needs to be transferred to the Golden Lotus World. During the handling process, when confronted, it will lead to the earthquake-like sound of Confucian hospitals.
"It turned out to be." Song Shu waterway.
At the same time, 叮, the white predecessor had a 卦 sign in the hand, and it fell to the ground.
Because of the reason for the shock?
Song Shuhang thoughtfully.
Maybe next time Gao Moumou has a lazy cancer, he can send Gao Moumou a micro-vibration. In the process of vibration, Gao Moumou's computer keyboard roll and collide, you can... code a bunch of garbled!
When you arrive, Gao will definitely be very happy.
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The white predecessors bent over and calmed down and picked up the plaque.
On the sign, there was a series of complicated eulogies, and some patterns were engraved.
However, the white predecessors did not look at these eulogies or patterns.
He looked at the sign and said: "The ninth sign, the armor. Daji. Yes, they are right."
Henghuo Zhenjun caressed and smiled: "Then I will contact Huangshan Road friends for a while and try to set a small day for them."
This sign of Bai Daoyou can almost be said to be a blessing. With this sign, Zhou Li and Mr. Yuqin’s life events are not obvious.
At the same time, Henghuo Zhenjun quietly sent a message to Ouyang Yu, telling her the good news.
"Receiving work." The white predecessors will gather together.
"White predecessors, why not count for me?" Song Shuhang pointed to himself.
The white predecessors first looked at the eyebrows of Song Shuhang: "Well, it’s okay, this time the eyebrows are not black."
Song Shuhang: "..."
"Well, I will count for you. What are you going to be?" asked the white predecessor.
"Country is fierce." Song Shudao.
Confucianism is a good place, but it is also the place where he died the most, so since the white predecessors opened up, he took the opportunity to calculate that he is fierce today.
"Good." The white predecessors seized all the shackles again, shook them, and then opened them like a fan and handed them to Song Shuhang.
"Hey? Don't wait for you to sign yourself and jump out?" Song Shuhang curiously said.
White predecessor: "Nothing, just aim at you, don't move."
Song Shuhang suddenly opened his brain: "I won’t shoot it out at once, will you let me cool down?"
"If you want, I can satisfy you with my predecessors." The white predecessors calmed down.
"No, no, don't." Song Shuhang waved again and again.
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At this moment, suddenly a strong wind blew.
The wind blows in through the window and blows up all the books, paper sheets, and small items in the house.
The scallions are clutching the shells of the turtle's predecessors: "And... is Confucian moving again?"
"No, this time there are guests coming." Henghuo really smiled.
In the window, there is a bright white crane that **** its wings and stops.
It is a white crane.
The strong wind just happened was the strong wind formed by the flapping of the wings when it landed.
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In the hand-opened plaque of the white predecessor, a shackle was affected by the wind pressure and fell to the ground.
coming!
Song Shuhang hurriedly reached out and signed the shackles and handed them to the white predecessors, waiting for the results.
The white predecessors took over the shackles and glanced at them. They replied: "The 41st sign, Wushen, Zhongji. Yes, your luck will not be too bad today, and it may be a bit lucky."
Song Shuhang’s heart was relieved: “Ha ha.”
At least this sign "Zhongji" means that he will not die like the last time, and may even be a little lucky.
If this is the case...
Taking advantage of yourself today is a good luck, what to do, hurry to complete it!
Maybe under the luck of his ‘Zhongji’, the troublesome things will be smooth, and there will even be unexpected gains.
"Constant fire predecessors." Song Shuhang is full of energy: "We will go to Jinlian World now to see if there is any way to solve the problem that 'Tian Ting Fragments' can't be transferred to 'Jinlian World'! I am now, I am all right, squatting. I am lucky, maybe I can solve the problem of Confucian troubles in one go."
Constant Fire Zhenjun saw Song Shuhang's body as a strong look, smiled and said: "Okay, then I will arrange it now. Book Air Xiaoyou, you wait a moment, I will take you to Jinlian World."
After all, Henghuo Zhenjun waved his hand toward the window: "White Crane Friends, how come you come to Confucian guests today?"
"I don't care about me, I don't care if I am air, I won't disturb you." Baihe Zhenjun waved his wings.
Constant Fire did not care, he smiled and waved his hand, then he became a dawn, plunging into the world of Jinlian.
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at the same time.
In the world of nothingness.
A slender figure of a pair of legs, stepping out of the door of space, behind her, a small sun followed and rolled out, emitting a warm glow.
The Emperor stretched out: "The time is almost up."
In today's Confucianism, there are also members of the ‘Tianting’. In fact, there were some Confucian disciples in the heavens of that year.
After the last dispute of heaven and earth, the Confucianism was shattered and once fell into desperation. Confucian disciples were slammed by nine sinister demons and nearly collapsed.
After a long period of time, the Emperor of Heaven established the heavenly court and suppressed the heavens.
The original heavens are all-inclusive, whether it is Buddha, Tao, Confucianism, demon, or devil, as long as they meet the conditions, they will be accepted. Among them, there are some Confucian disciples who joined the ancient heavens.
After the collapse of the heavens, among the descendants of this part of Confucian members, there were survivors and return to Confucianism.
This part of the disciples did not have any problems, they are no different from normal Confucian disciples.
However, the once ‘the heavenly court’ is the way of the heavenly emperor.
As long as they have joined the heavens, the Emperor will be able to collect some weak information from these Confucian disciples through his own ‘dao’.
When many weak information is brought together, the Emperor can easily get the information he wants.
For example, Confucian hidden ‘Tian Ting Fragments’ and the Confucian Golden Lotus World.
"First take some important pieces back." Heavenly Emperor secretly.
She didn't mean to be in conflict with Confucianism. She just wanted to get back her own things.
Moreover, there are still a few things that Confucianism can't refuse in her hand. For example, in the Confucian thirteen robes, there are several bodies that have fallen and robbed. In the last moment, she can use these things to exchange her own pieces of heaven.
The Emperor of Heaven adjusted his state and was preparing to open the door to space again.
But when she reached out, she suddenly found that 'space' was blocked.
"It's a good luck today." A man's voice sounded.
In a shadow in the extraterrestrial world, there is a figure stepping out. He was wearing a sheet and looked particularly bleak.
"What can sell predecessors, we meet again." Tiandi Jiao Di drip.
"Exempt, you can't afford this predecessor." Anything can be sold and swayed: "I didn't expect the Emperor of Heaven to be so..."
"Meng?" The Emperor smiled.
Everything can sell big: "..."
"The ancient heavenly shards were originally my things." The Emperor stretched out his fingers and said seriously: "I just retrieve my own things."
"That thing, I bought it through regular channels." Anything can be sold: "I am the debris I bought from the successors of your ancient heavens, so the debris is already my thing."
"Heart plug." The Emperor reached out and pressed his big chest: "There is a ruin, and when I look at it, I can't kill them."
"So now, give me the pieces." Anything can be sold and sighed slowly: "If you were in ancient times, I can only admit that I am unlucky. But now... my fist is hard."
"Fist is the last word, so the 'reasonable buying and selling' you mentioned earlier is nonsense. In the end, you still have to look at the fist." The Emperor said: "Well, I admit defeat. Then, the three 'Oriental Spring Court' The debris is returned to the Taoist friend."