MTL - Grasping Evil-Chapter 23 Ninggu? !

At the age of 17, Ning Fan stood in the sky, the mountain wind blew, and the eyebrows were deep locked.

Qionglou Yuyu, painting the Zhuhu, Yunxia, ​​and rising purple. In the air, there are immortals who come by the clouds and float out. There are cranes lingering in the mountains, there are phoenix chicks screaming in Tunxi, and there are old crickets singing.

Here, is it really a day? Ning Fan Mei Yu is wrinkled, which is far from the imagination of the first Mozambique in Vietnam.

"Isn't it strange? It's a magic sect. From the outside, it is the right way." The old demon sneered.

"Well, some curious." Ning Fan nodded.

"The real devil can't be seen from the outside. The monk, the eyesight can even see the heavens and the earth, but it is difficult to see the disguise of the human heart. The real devil will not preach his evil deeds. If you want to deceive, you can't survive in the world... Ning Xiaozi, you must learn to see through the hearts of your life, not like the old man, deceiving people..."

The old devil and Ning Fan, standing in the sky away from the hustle and bustle, this may be the first time for the old devil to pay attention to Ning Fan.

"What is the heart of the people?" Ning Fan tasted the words of this old demon, Shen Yu.

The sky is separated from the Zong Baili Xianzong, and the Zongmen is over a thousand feet high, suspended by a square of purple jade. On the top of the high platform, there are four Tianmen, and the central part is divided into 72 venues. Zongbi is here. The bustling is a monk, there are Zongbi disciples, and there are also audiences.

Above the mountain road, come and go are often monks, no one pays attention to the old devil and Ning Fan, only the two as ordinary visitors.

The old devil took a jade slip from the storage bag and handed it to Ningfan Road, pointing to the hanging jade of the sky.

"Ning Xiaozi, you have opened up the mind, know how to use jade? Use your brother's appearance on the jade... Later, I will sneak into the heavens and search for your brother's whereabouts. You are On the jade platform, wait for me... There are many 'corpse demon' guards in the ban, and you are gone, it is cumbersome... If Laozi rescues your brother, he will return to Yutai and join you. If things are not feasible, then From a long term."

A spiritual monk can open up the mind, which is a spiritual power. There are many wonderful uses of God's thoughts. One of them is to memorize the mind, brand it and give it to people to read. The jade slip is the thing that carries memory.

Ning Fan took over the jade slip and placed it in front of his forehead. He recalled the scene of Haining Ningjia, memories and his brother Ning Gu, and used the gods to recite the shadows of Ning, and imprinted them on the jade.

The corner of the mouth is hard to evoke a warm smile. He has no father or mother, and the only concern he has is that his brother is rather lonely.

That year, I was 6 years old, working with a 5-year-old Ning Gu, earning a few copper coins a day, reluctant to spend, resisting the cold, starving, and buying candy cane for Ning.

That year, I was 10 years old and I was 9 years old. Ning Gu was injured by a drunkard, and Ning Fan was furious and desperate with a drunkard, such as a mad dog who was not afraid of death.

That year...

Memories are bumpy all the way, but no matter how bitter, Ning Fan feels warm, if he saves himself, as long as he has himself, the sky is underground, no one can hurt him!

"Ning Xiaozi, hurry up!" The old devil is intolerant, interrupting Ning Fan's memories, and grabbing half of the branded jade slip into his hands.

"Stay in Yutai and wait for me, don't run around! You killed the elder Wu, this is not finished yet, be careful, try not to expose your identity. Otherwise, you will die in heaven, and Lao Tzu will not help you revenge..."

This is obviously a concern, but it is a threat like to say it from the old devil's mouth. Hey, the old devil took a stealth, his body shape disappeared, I don’t know where to go, probably it’s going to enter the heavens.

Ning Fan smiled, the old devil is really a knife mouth, tofu heart.

He took out the cold towel, covered his face, and above the silk scarf, with a touch of a woman's lips, so that Ning Fan lost his mind.

Covering the face with a wide cold towel, no one can see his identity, and he will be safe.

He stood up, flew in the sky, black and white, and the bones were proud. On the side of the cold-blooded monks, when I saw Ning Fan, I started to look up and my eyes were straight.

"Who is this predecessor, good face, good young... I am a country, when did such a stunning person..."

Passers-by have been stunned, looking enviously to Ning Fan. A thousand dynasty monks, in order to come out with a spirit, to wait for themselves, and what day can be like Ning Fan, become a master of the sky.

Under the spirit of the mortal, all under the broken ants!

Ning Fan pedaled the ice, and several of them stood down on the hanging jade. The four-day gate of Yutai has a discerning disciple waiting for the reception.

Seeing that Ning Fan came to the sky, where did not know that Ning Fan Rong Ling was repaired, a delicate female disciple, immediately greeted with a fragrant wind, and a good fortune to Ning Fan,

"Predecessors are a good-looking student. It seems that I am a distant person. I want to be a predecessor of the foreign sect... Little girl Qin Rong, willing to lead the way for the predecessors, explain Zongbi... Even if the predecessors have 'special requirements' for the little girl, No, no..."

The woman has three layers of veins, the sound is soft, with a fascination, the eyes are like the autumn wave, the water spirit is watching Ning Fan, the eyes of the hook.

This gaze, with some kind of fascination, is a ten-layer monk in the veins. I am afraid that it will be charmed by women, but Ning Fan has not looked at it, nor has he paid any attention to the woman's ‘special demands.’

Special requirements, probably the bed of the joy. This woman is not finished, it is a witch, Ning Fan can not see.

"You take me to Zongbi, other services, you don't have to." Ning Fan suppressed the voice, hoarse voice, old-fashioned.

And for the requirements of Ning Fan, the woman dared to neglect, lost laughter, "Yes... that Qin Rong, then take the predecessors to see Zongbi... This time hanging the jade, there are 72 venues, each venue has two hundred disciples fighting ... today is the ninth day of Zongbi..."

"Yeah." Ning Fan is not pretending to be dressed, waiting for the old devil here, but he is indifferent to what day he left Zongbi.

His eyes swept through the venue at random, his eyes were slightly condensed, and the seventy-two venues added up. At least there were hundreds of fellow masters. At least there are thousands of philosophical ten layers... The essence of the heavens is so powerful...

The number of masters is far more than the ghosts. Just one day away from the ancestor, it is enough to sweep across the country... The water from the sect is very deep.

Shaking his head, the sky is deeper than Zongshui, and he is not afraid of the sky. He walked through the venues indiscriminately. When he reached the fifteenth venue, he took a foothold and was shocked.

Even if he sees a broken old monster, he will not be alarmed, but when he sees the figure, he is unbelievable!

In the fifteenth meeting place, a black robe boy, holding a shovel, lost more than ten philosophers and ten layers of masters, the power is extraordinary.

Whenever defeated the opponent, the black robe juvenile did not give the other party a chance to admit defeat, often a foot down, smashing the other's head, brains overflowing, murderous and ruthless.

What shocked Ning Fan was not the sultry black robes, but the appearance of the teenager. How familiar is it, and how strange it is...

Ninggu...how is he here!

Was he not being imprisoned by the sky... How did he become a disciple from the heavens and test it here?