《鬼契(英删)》水郁唯

2、one one

　　The young Jing Zhao is struggling to sweep On the ground, the light blue short hair fluttered in the wind, Wearing dirty clothes. Qingquan Mountain Up, only the wind blows through the leaves and sends sand. The sound of sand and the sound of chanting on the mountain
　　On the mountain, he sent people to throw the big disciples away. The mind method, many better books are Thrown in front of him, the mirror is like a food guard. I'm busy putting away my mind.
　　Several immortal servants said disdainfully, "Others choose I want everything else. It's really shameless. I heard that you can't read, but you can read Qingquan. The mountain's mind method?"
　　Jing patted the dust, stood up and said politely, "The junior still recognises a few words. Please don't listen to the rumours.

　　In addition, since the eldest brother doesn't want this mind method, I want it. Is there any problem?"

　　As the chief immortal waiter: "Of course, there is a problem. You can't touch the things that the eldest brother has touched.

　　Match"

　　Jing Zhao: "What's the matter? He said no. You didn't mean to give alms.
　　Several immortal servants rushed up and were about to beat him. Jing Zhao picked up the mud-stained broom, threw a thunderous throw, and "friendly" the broom to several brothers.
　　Jing Zhao: "Is the broom delicious? Division

　　Brother? Are you still alive?"
　　The fairy was so angry that he almost died on the spot: "You...•
　　Jing Zhao: "I heard that immortal cultisers are most afraid of It's dirty, as expected"

　　The fairy servants were so angry that they drew their swords: "Chase"

　　Jing Zhao pulled out his legs and ran. By the way, he kicked the bowl of the beggars under the mountain to the tree. The beggars shouted and cursed, smearing the mud and rotten eggs of the fairy servants. Jing Zhao covered his mouth and sneered while holding his heart and running. Millions of people evacuated!

　　After returning to the cottage, Jingzhao began to realise
　　Gongfa began the journey of cultivation.

　　Three years have passed in a flash. Jing Zhao has practised to the seventh level of qi training. His face is much more beautiful and his eyes are clear. On Qingquan Mountain, the brother of Qinglanmen once every four years
　　The sub-building competition is about to begin.

　　Jing Zhao didn't care. He was lying on the ground and shouting, but when he heard the passing disciple say that he could test the spiritual root for free, he immediately crawled out of the mountain.

　　The disciples looked at the mirror in shock.
　　Climb the mountain in the dark.

　　Finally, a disciple asked him, "Are you going to participate in the masonry conference? Where is your magic weapon?"

　　Jing Zhao picked up his broom.
　　Disciple: "

　　Jing Zhao continued to climb darkly.

　　Jing Zhao crawled darkly.

　　Jing Zhao crawls darkly.

　　Jing Zhao darkly...

　　It's finally done!