The years I was Mr. Yin and Yang.

Yuting Guanzhu was stunned and stupefied, and could hardly answer. Bai Lingguan raised his head to the sky and said with a loud laugh, "What a master of the Kongtong Sect's Sanqing Palace! He's in charge of a group of people. He's so muddle-headed in his work."

Old Yi and I were the only two fools who got on the pole to fight against it. It was like having water in their heads. I heard that the hunters in the mountains used to trap black bears with the determination to die if they were really poor. Now it seems that they are in the same situation as us. Old Yi and I are like hunters. It's just that our prey is a dead body. The wind is very strong today. The ink on the charms that have been written beside me is soon dried. I take a stone to hold them down and watch their edges and corners move with the wind, like the edges of a yellow flag. I do not know when, I have become those folk legends will be able to catch ghosts, but although I hold the spell, but not those people in the story of the general free and easy, I finally understand that the story is a story, the story is just too much to beautify the legend of ordinary people, because I am an ordinary person. I just don't know whether my figure will be greatly exaggerated into a story after many years, and whether I, an unlucky person with five disadvantages and three deficiencies, will also be infinitely beautified. The five disadvantages and three deficiencies are not there, and resolutely solidified in this not beautiful legend. I lit a cigarette. With a wry smile, why did I think so much? It had nothing to do with me. I'd better hurry up to work. So I concentrated my mind and began to draw symbols one by one. After a while, Lao Yi climbed over the haystack breathlessly, and then said to me with a pile of blackened wood in his arms: "Lao Cui.". How about the painting? Is it done? Oh, I'll go. What's wrong here? Is there a typhoon. Obviously, he was also surprised at the state of the tobacco field, and it was right to think that there was no problem with the grass and trees beside it. This is the only poppy that has suffered, and there is really no explanation for this, only retribution. I said to the fairy: "Make a fuss,tin beneficiation plant, still don't know the retribution?"? Soon, there are two more. What about you? You look like you have enough wood. Old Yi happily picked up a piece of wood and said to me, "Look, the standard thunder split wood. Look at the texture. It's all thunder. It's the first choice to ward off evil spirits.". If it is carved into a wooden sword, its power is not much worse than that of your copper coin sword Although I don't know what texture he said, although he is naturally dull, but not myopic,mineral flotation, looking at him like this is really like getting some treasure, you should know that Lao Yi is familiar with Qimen creation, and his understanding of these things is also an expert, so he said yes, that's right. Old Yi didn't delay much. Seeing that I had almost finished drawing the amulet, I turned out the fishing line and the carving knife from my backpack, and began to concentrate on carving the Qimen Array on the wood. Time passed little by little, and I was done first. Seeing that under my amulet spell, the thirty amulets all shine faintly, this is the proof of the paper walking gods, all of which are successful. I took out two bottles of water, rested for a while, and saw that Lao Yi was still sweating and carving the pile of wood, like the manager of the medicinal diet department of Longquan Villa, small gold wash plant ,chrome washing machine, just short of a pair of sleeves and a tether glasses. Seeing the sun go down. So I prepared things first, I first went to the tobacco field, according to the shape of the mouth with a stone to press the thirty array symbols, and then put out the chicken blood glutinous rice cinnabar incense burner on the big stone. It was impossible to buy a straw man, so I could only buy a dry mugwort to tie myself. Fortunately, I used to be an art major, which was not difficult for me. Relatively speaking, I am quite handy in making angry people, and I have a good model. After tying it up, I hid Aunt Zhen's hair in the grass man's stomach. After doing all this. It was also much earlier at five o'clock, and since it was going to be summer soon, it was fortunate that the sun set very late. It's usually after six o'clock, and I don't think the old man can be as punctual as he is at work. So I decided that the time it came out to bite people must be around eight or nine o'clock. Time was enough, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, Lao Yi hasn't finished carving yet, so I drew an eye-opener. Although it's not very useful, it allows me to see things more clearly in the dark. You know, it's too much to use a mobile phone to illuminate. After opening his eyes, old Yi was almost ready. He got up and said to me, "It's done. Wait for me to set it up." After saying that, Lao Yi held this pile of wood and inserted it into my "Tongue Rolling Lantern" array in a special way, just like the shape of a bell. I thought to myself that this array had a head, with a big mouth and a big bell. This semi-automatic hybrid array could almost really kill the old shaggy boy. After Lao Yi finished inserting the wood. The branches were connected together with fishing lines as if they were mine wires. Then he took out the small blue lamp and lit each piece of wood with lamp oil. As soon as he opened the Sanqing Altar, the straw man stood up immediately. He said to me, "Just wait for the old guy to take the bait.". It's still early, the sun has just set, and there are burning clouds today. The end of the mountain was a fiery red, which dyed the magnificent scene of the woodpecker hill, reflecting the poppy field, and the broken flowers were also red. It means that no matter how crazy it used to be, it will grow old one day. When the wind blew, all the trees rattled, blowing my paw-mouth T-shirt bought at the roadside stall, blowing my hair, making it look sharp and messy like a chicken coop. Shan Yiqin picked his nose and patted me on the shoulder. He said to me, "What are you doing? You are hungry. Have a piece of bread." This spoiler, I shook my head with a wry smile. I finally wanted to learn to look up at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees and shed tears silently, but Lao Yi ruined the melancholy and painful atmosphere. I smiled bitterly, it seems that I am still ordinary people, can not live so petty bourgeois decadent life, rather than have time to look up at the sky, it is better to bow my head and go my own way down-to-earth? Night has finally fallen, the moon has revealed its head, the orangutans all over the sky are like sesame seeds on the sesame cake, one by one. Old Yi and I chew bread in our mouths. Although I don't like it,portable gold wash plant, I have to force myself to eat a little. After all, this is a physical supplement. If something goes wrong with the formation later, it may be hard to knock.


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