MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 43

Tang Wanqiu is not a ladylike girl who is not in the door. Before this lecture, she has traveled alone for many years. She has heard of the bad things of Bai Zhi. This old ghost family is proficient. The art of beasts also relied on several large loach they raised. They were almost half of the emperors in the western Taihang area. They had married countless beautiful nuns, and had more than ten children.

It is said that noble spirits are not much expensive. None of Bai's more than ten children have become talented. Either they have fallen unexpectedly or they have been repaired. They have not survived. No one has survived their god-like father. See who he overdos.

Crying grandson now seems like the real thing!

Could it be that he could not count on his eyes, but also on his eyes?

In the late evening of the Tang Dynasty, Qi Qi didn't hit a spot, waiting for the snoring, but the island owner waved his hand, stopping her from continuing to rub.

I only heard the gentleman of the island politely say, "The doorman is young and speaks nothing. The master of the palace is a large number of people. Do n’t care about the juniors. I look for the important Sun now. The names of all the people in the lecture hall are recorded in the book , So that Sun did not stay in the lecture hall, or he was curious for a while, and then felt that the teachings of the island professor were not eye-catching, and it was impossible to leave on his own-but since he has been, someone must have seen it. If the White House The Lord has a portrait of Ling Sun, and I can send my disciples to help the White House Lord on the island. "

Yan Zhengming listened to the weight of the island owner. He should be a half-way monk, and often do something wrong in the world. He always thinks of regrets afterwards. He held Cheng Qian's wrist while dividing. God listened, and said to Cheng Qiandao: "If someone makes a bug in the mountains and rivers behind us, I will definitely not tell them the truth, let alone find a thing, let alone help them find someone."

Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear the introspection and disapproval in Yan Zhengming's remarks at all, followed his voice and said, "Should hit."

Yan Zhengming glared at him. They usually gathered Zhenyuan and exercised the meridians. They could understand the pulse more or less. He found out that Cheng Qianfang had an internal injury of unknown reason except for a flesh wound. With a slap, he said angrily, "If you don't adjust your breath, why is there so much nonsense?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

What about conscience? He said two things together.

However, I couldn't refute it. A warm current had passed through the palm of Yan Zhengming's back, straight into the limbs, and turned gently, Cheng Qian narrowed his eyes involuntarily, but his youthful heart , Refused to admit that the feeling of being taken care of by the elder brother was very ironed, and only whispered, "It's troublesome."

That being said, he finally let go of holding Frost Blade's hand all the way, concentrating intently on his mind, and meditating quietly.

The so-called not to smile at people, not to mention the smiling person at the level of the island owner, don't care whether Bai Zhi is really for his grandson or ulterior motives. After listening to his words, it is not good to behave too much. Reluctantly politely: "Yes, I also ask the island owner to atone for his sins. The old children have fallen, and there is only such a poorly-qualified grandson ..."

The island owner shook his head with his peculiar sad smile and said generously: "The nature of man and the portrait of Sun will be invited out for disciples to ask more. The White House Lord may also take someone to stay on the island for a while. The island is about to test the skills of the talented disciples. If the White House Lord is willing to take the time to give a pointer or two, that is their endless blessing. "

Not to mention the master of the westward palace, even if he is an inferior donkey, at this time the island owner was passed along in a few words.

Bai Yan lowered his head, and his eyes rolled a few times below, because he was taken away by the island owner involuntarily, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious—the body of the White House Lord Wan Jin, rushed to the East China Sea, not for his sake Grandson even thinking about his name for a while.

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but heard it from beginning to end. He had the ability to grasp all the clues and think of the bad. At this time, he had already turned several turns in his heart, and thought: "It must not be so easy to end, otherwise Why did the island owner send someone to leave us as soon as the island got into chaos? "

What does the island owner know? Who is that sneaky Zhou Hanzheng? Are all the masked people named Zhou? Why did n’t the islander find a way to kill Zhou Hanzheng?

Also, why did Tang Wanqiu warn them not to mention Fuyao outside?

Why is Xue Qing ...

As soon as Cheng Qian thought of Xue Qing, his heart suddenly turned over. Yan Zhengming, who helped him adjust his breath, immediately felt that he suddenly looked like gold paper, and soaked in cold sweat for two days, lest he had a strange internal injury, and it would be difficult for him to hold his face. Covering Cheng Qian, he whispered: "What's wrong, Xiao Qian?"

Cheng Qian was very uncomfortable in his heart, but intuition here is not to say that they are in a good time in the martial arts, and swallowed the words bluntly, but whispered, "Go back and tell you."

At this time, with the urging of the owner of the island, Bai Yan had no choice but to flick a light white smoke from his fingertips, and then a real young man waiting in the air appeared in the air. The young man's face was blurred, floating in the air, and sometimes he had big eyes and small eyes. In short, he didn't look like a person. It can be seen that this white aunt was afraid that he could not remember his "baby grandson".

Bai Ye's face was a little embarrassed, and he reluctantly said, "This is my inferior grandson. Anyone who has ever met him, please tell me."

The island owner glanced at Tang Wanqiu, who looked at the young man and shook his head solemnly.

Island master said: "Okay, please bring the image of Bai Xiaodaoyou to the side of the platform tomorrow, disciples, or all the monks in the Lecture Hall, seeing that there is a natural difference, it is late today, first of all guests Let's go to rest. "

Seeing that the westbound palace night attack had become a huge dumb cannon, the disciples also had to put away their swords.

At this time, the clinker is regenerated.

I saw a figure suddenly broke out, and rushed towards Bai Zhi, and was swept away by Bai Zhi, a powerful Zhenyuan, and hit his back against a large tree. The man did not wear a Qinglong Island disciple. White robe, Jo Mo is a casual repair, not very high repair, this time hit half of his life, he used both hands and feet, one step at a time, crawled towards the white magpie, shouted: "The palace Lord saves the life! The White House Lord, I, I know little boy! "

Everyone was taken aback by this statement. After all, judging from the portrait Bai Bai gave, my mother didn't even recognize it when he came, let alone an unrelated person.

Bai Ye also took the grandson's disappearance as a reason, and after hearing this, he was shocked for a moment. He immediately coerced the coercion and instructed his followers to help him lift up. He also took two steps forward, pretending to be pleasantly surprised. Grab that Sanshou arm: "You, what did you say? Have you ever seen Yanli?"

Under the eyes of the casual repairers, despite the fact that the man had gold under his knees, he fell to his knees with a sigh of "Tongtong", crying, "Brother Bai has been killed, and it must be my turn next time!"

The folds between the islander's eyebrows were deeper, and he slightly stepped forward and said, "What's your name? Is it also a Taoist who is studying in the Lecture Hall? And don't worry, I will ask someone to heal you first."

His words faded, and Sanxiu's face was so frightened and frightened that he crawled and hid behind Bai Yi, and couldn't help saying: "The palace master saves life."

This attitude is simply to treat the island owner as a flood beast.

Although Bai Zhi didn't know why, but faintly felt something, he deliberately shouted, "What's going on, you say."

The casual repair of two wars was almost impossible to stand upright, and I kept hiding myself among the disciples of the Westbound Palace, and then trembled: "We have found that there are people on this island who practice soul-cultivating ghosts. To those of us who have n’t talked to Buddhism, Bai Bai secretly told me that he would thoroughly investigate the matter and report it to the island owner. As a result, he was sucked in by the ghost-cultivation lamp. "

How long can ordinary souls persist in refining without the extreme cultivation and the world's rare perseverance? Once refining, it is impossible to live forever, the three souls and seven souls have become the puppets of others, not even reincarnation, and can only wait for the flies to die. Hearing here, Bai Ye was finally aroused a touch of blood, and couldn't help but stay.

In the exclamation of the crowd, Tang Wanqiu had taken the lead in asking: "Who do you say the ghost cultivation is?"

Her throat was rock-shattered, and the San Xiu screamed, sitting on the ground with a horrified ass, and the whole person almost turned into a head of onion, staggered, and said in a mess: "Don't kill me, island owner, don't Kill me ... Lord White House save me! "

There is so much meaning in this sentence, Tang Wanqiu understood the mallet again, and the broombrow frowned immediately: "You said the island owner is the soul-stirring ghost repair? It's just nonsense!"

However, no one dared to be so righteous except her, and the disciples had nothing to do. Those scattered repair gates outside Qinglong Island were all blown up. Is n’t ghost repair just as wicked? With that said, the island owner's description of the withering and frowning looks really a little ... no wonder it is closed all year round!

Re-associate, when the fairy city just opened, did not the monks encounter a big ghost repair on their way across the East China Sea?

Guixiu, even in the demon path, is an extremely cool and rare one. I don't necessarily encounter one in 8000 years. How so coincident, I ran into one on the road to Xianshi?

Since it appeared nearby, the Da Mo Xiu may not be a powerful fellow on the island, or even a powerful incarnation.

Tang Wanqiu couldn't bear it: "What kind of waste do you have? Even if the island's main soul refining, can it be you who are low-minded? Is it better to catch me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the argument in the crowd suddenly lowered. Tang Wanqiu made sense. With the power of the Qinglong Island master, it was not necessary to catch the Yuanshen monk. There is really no need to use a bunch of repairs to be low-key to hate. Can not be submerged into the valve.

Tang Wanqiu couldn't speak, but it didn't mean that his mind was unclear. He insisted immediately: "That boy, do you dare to report your name? Who is your first name, and what evidence is there for the island to practice ghost teaching? Once on the tenth day, Dao friends also exchanged a lot in private. Is it possible that no one knows if one is missing? Who did you send to slander the island owner? Say! "

The people who were slightly more keen at the scene had already smelled the conspiracy.

Cheng Qian had an ominous foreboding. When he took the initiative to eliminate the distractions, he hurry up and adjust his time. The hustle and bustle of the court, he didn't care about it, and said that he could be settled. Yan Zhengming had to defend the law for him silently.

As long as Cheng Qian was not injured and did not bleed, Yan Zhengming looked at his brother's blood-stained face, which became more and more jade because of his paleness. There was always an illusion in his heart, as if Cheng Qian was a hard hit.

The Sanxiu shouted in hiding, "I am an ant-like practice, how dare you frame the Qinglong Island Lord if you don't have a way? I don't want to die? You are so powerful, they all have their names, they all come from Without anyone, it will lead to controversy. Who cares about the lives of our unrooted casual practitioners? "

Tang Wanqiu now seems to want to lift him into a honeycomb with his sword: "Well, what's the evidence?"

San Xiu said: "Of course, there is a chance. Brother Bai said that it was a coincidence. He saw the ghost of refinement near the retreat of the island master, and there must be a soul-eating lamp there!"

The crowd immediately blasted the pot.

The matter was unheard of, and what the evidence said was tantamount to saying nothing.

Whether or not there is a soul-stealing lamp, it is impossible for the owner of Qinglong Island to let others search the cave where he retreats.

That is the Master of the Four Saints!

Even if Bai Yan was faint again, he did not dare to mention the fact that he wanted to search the island's main cave. How could this be true?

At this time, one person laughed loudly: "This Taoist is full of faint words, can't he want to encourage everyone to rebel on Qinglong Island?"

The crowd looked back and saw that Zhou Han was leading his group of black crow-like masked men. These masked men did not show up when the royal sword in the sky, and it was only when they walked on the ground that they saw a clue. ——The ranks of these people are extremely clean, and everyone's physical appearance is similar.

Yan Zhengming watched indifferently, suddenly remembering that in the lecture hall, Zhou Han was encouraging Cheng Qian to “pay by his door” —Yan Zhengming couldn't help speculating for a while.

As soon as Zhou Han was raising his hand, all the masked people behind him stopped forbidden together, but no one took a step further.

He opened the folding fan, shook his chest a few times, and said, "Zhou, the island's owner, Ende, has been defending the law on the island for many years. He must say something about the innocence of his own island owner. Cultivation, you don't have to see his destiny soul-eating lamp with his own eyes. The ghost-walker's soul is filthy, just need to borrow the soul mirror, and you can see it in one shot. How can the master of my island light the moon, how can it be related to those demons? "

Bai Zheng glanced at Zhou Hanzheng's **** stick doubtfully, and for a moment he wasn't sure what he was about. Only then the inexplicable loose repair appeared, and he already felt another force on the island. He said cautiously at the moment: "According to As far as I know, there is only one soul mirror hanging in the palace inside the palace. Is it necessary for us all to break into the palace together? "

Zhou Hanzheng laughed: "The Lord of the White House didn't ask for a long time. When the Emperor was first, the soul mirror had already been rewarded to Tian Yan, which is also a coincidence, because the ghost of the Daodao was discovered at sea last time in Xianshi. Just in case, I carry this mirror with me. "

This sentence is not stubborn, even Tang Wanqiu held back: "What are you from the Tianyan Department?"

The island owner didn't answer. Presumably it was just at the secret pier. When Zhou Han was tearing his face to reflect the water, he had already guessed one or two in his heart, but he had nourished qi and had not let the young people see it.

The Tianyan Office is a member of the Imperial Court of the Qing Dynasty. It is a person of the court of the world. In fact, it seems that no one can control the things of the "immortals". In the post, most people still feel that this is a matter of two worlds.

Many people may not have seen a living Tianyan Office official until the fall.

Zhou Han responded disapprovingly: "Oh, there is no one to leave, no one has no place, no person from no background, it is better than you to hang around with a false name."

The Sanshou wolves hiding behind the westbound palace rushed to Zhou Hanzheng to the polar arcades: "Zuo Hufa is a man who is upright, if the turbidity is not distinguished, the younger ones should be so."

He tried his best to straighten the waist, and there was a bit of tragic meaning in his words. Zhou Han looked at him without a word, raised one hand, and a masked man immediately came forward and took a small package. Inside was a simple bronze mirror with worn edges and corners, and the mirror surface was a little dirty.

Zhou Han was scratching his hand and whispered, "Get up."

The bronze mirror rose into the air, slowly turned around, and landed on his head, only to see a beam of moonlight reflected on the mirror, falling on top of his head, and cast a long shadow of Zhou Hanzheng.

No different from ordinary shadows.

Han Han looked down and smiled, "It seems Zhou has three souls and seven souls, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Yan Zhengming was jumping wildly in his heart. Although he didn't know what role Zhou Han was playing in it, he also knew that this man was now helping Qinglong Island to secretly stab the sword.

The magic road is three thousand, the ghost road is extremely fierce, it is the lower three of the three, and the master of Qinglong Island will join them?

Yan Zhengming would n’t believe it if he was killed in the past, but since the retreat came out for identification, he found that the island owner had n’t said a word, and he could n’t help but get upset.

When he met Jiang Peng, his age was too young to be so impressed. Even now, he is also disgusting to the people in the ghost road. The island owner has sheltered himself for so long. If he is really ...

Yan Zhengming looked at the owner of the island side by side, wondering what to do for a while.

He glanced at Cheng Qian again, seeing that the devil seemed to be deaf to everything around him, and was so determined that he had no choice but to worship him.

The island owner didn't speak for a long time, and there were already many discussions. Yan Zhengming looked up at the soul mirror that seemed to pierce through ancient and modern times, and suddenly a thought came up in his heart.-Wen Yazheng said that every generation of the Fuyao faction will have evil, if it comes to this generation Can someone accidentally go astray?

The idea flickered by, but Yan Zhengming pierced his heart lightly, making him look like he was choking in his throat. His eyes glanced over Li Yan, Han Yuan, and the puddle. Li Yan was smart and cautious, and cautious. Timid, it doesn't seem to be out of the circle, Han Yuan is far better than asking about the practice of "Zhang's parents, Li Jiashuo". The puddle ... Well, although still small, there are already signs of heartlessness.

In the end, he involuntarily fell on Cheng Qian.

There was still blood on Cheng Qian's face, but he seemed extremely peaceful because of entering.

Yan Zhengming only conceived this possibility for a moment. He felt a stern slam in his heart. He looked at Cheng Qian for a long time, and then the most stanceless head in history quietly calculated: "What is the use of thinking about these? Even if Xiao Qian was one day, I wouldn't get started with him anyway, big deal to hide him. "2k novel reading network