MTL - Ostentatious Zhao Yao-Chapter 10

In the night, I rushed to the main peak of the Dust Mountain.

In front of the evil hall, I reported the name of Lulu, and the guards who guarded the door led me into the side hall. I thought it was Mo Qing who had already explained it to them.

At the beginning of his sentence, "If she re-enters your dreams, come with me." It was not an empty talk.

I am very proud. So, Mo Qing wants to master my whereabouts. I must hate it in my heart. I fear that I will make a comeback and take away all his wealth, just like he did to me before.

I sat in the side hall for a while and no one came, so I stood up and looked around.

There is no change in the side hall of this evil hall. The baby is still there. There are still some imposing manners. The fierce ghost on the pillar of the painting, the Hydra around the pillar, the chandelier Head, one to kill the evil atmosphere.

It was when I was there, the style of Wan Hao Men.

In this kind of atmosphere, I feel that I am still alive, mastering the power of life and death, and living the extravagant life of the world.

I sat in the chair, fell backwards, closed my eyes, thinking about the year...

The sound of "笃" was heard from the side of the main hall. Hey, this time, there are people in the main hall? I was curious and quietly walked over and leaned against the door. The wall listened to an old voice over there, suppressing anger and saying:

"The doorkeepers come in and act, and the more they violate the purpose of the Wanmenmen."

His voice echoed in the empty hall, but in my heart stirred up the reverberation of thousands of waves, yeah! Right! I did not expect that there are such vigilant people in the door!

I feel that listening to the corner is no longer enough for me, so I opened the door and smashed it out, trying to see which old and immortal hero was speaking.

However, from my point of view, the first thing I can see is the ink-green on the bench of the dragon. He is expressionless and solemn like a statue in the temple. It was totally different from the one who had hidden himself under a huge cloak many years ago.

His sitting position is now completely different from the posture I used to sit on the big chair or leaning or leaning or legging.

He is more like the portrait of the old demon who was handed down thousands of years ago, silent and dignified, with the power of not angry and self-defeating.

I licked my mouth, and I was a little reluctant to admit in my heart. In the end, Mo Qing inherited the blood of that door. Now, when I dress up, I am not the name of the son of the devil.

At this time, there was no one in the hall. Only one old man with white hair stood under him. The old man was holding a green steel walking stick. The crisp sound that was just lying on the ground was the movement of the crutches.

Although I only saw a back, I also recognized this old man.

I have thousands of disciples and thousands of rudders all over the world. I can’t figure it out. Then they were under the door of the door, divided into four mountain owners: east, south, west and north. This old man is the Yuanshan master of the North Mountain when I was in office.

He is a stubborn, sinister, and extremely hateful old man.

Before entering Wanshaomen, his family was slaughtered by Xianmen. From then on, he concentrated on repairing the devil, and saw the immortal killing. In the past, those in the fairy door also said the words "Ning Yu Road swayed, not the North Mountain Lord." He used to be a cadre of my men, but anyone who does not know the death of Xianmen commits him to deal with it.

But because the old man's character is too stubborn and weird, I can't talk to him any more.

I want to come, too, and now this has changed the Lord’s door, and in addition to such a stubborn person, who will oppose the opinions of the doorkeeper.

Yuan Zhen’s voice is hoarse and hoarse: “I used to push the front of the front of the mountain gate. It’s a form, but it’s fine...”

Hey, you old man, saying this can make me unhappy. How can it be the form, that is the symbol! It is spirit!

"Now, the new mountain Jiangwu first-class, although it is a scourge, need to be annihilated, but in any case, I can not join the thousand dust cabinet!"

I picked my eyebrows. What is the meaning of Johor Bahru's Jiangwu? I haven't heard of it. I want to come up with characters in recent years, but I know that.

Like the Jianxin Gate, Qianchen Pavilion is one of the top ten gates. In the battle of the sword, they also played a strong role. But because of this force, it’s not too big or too small. It’s not like the heart of the door. So I don’t have any image. Now, compared to the vengeance, what I remember more is that they’re the master of the piano, but that’s it. The beautiful people who are famous in the world.

And he is not only beautiful, he is also beautiful without gender.

The dusty road of the thousand dust pavilion, the practice of the practice, the division of men and women, the body of men and women, the beginning of the beginning of the blurring of gender, the deeper the practice, the more blurred the gender, similar to the legend Buddha in the middle. And this Qin Qianxian is probably the most living Buddha in this world.

Therefore, his beauty, men and women take all.

I still remember that after I first heard about the beauty of the piano string, I also grabbed him once and arrested him in the dungeon. I caught him watching it for one night and I was very entertained. Now think of it, there is a snack itch, if you have the opportunity to look at him again, it is not bad...

"Xinshan is located at the junction of the two forces of Xianmo."

The voice of Mo Qing pulled back the heart that I ran more and more, and he sighed coldly. "Jiang Wu and others used my two contradictions and spent a lot of time. Now, with the Qianchen Pavilion, they can quickly eliminate this scourge, and How can it not be affected by the enemy?"

I touched it and listened to Mo Qing’s saying that I didn’t think it was right.

The principle of my work is simple, convenient and fast. Whether it is teamed up with Xianmen, it doesn't matter. What's important is that you want to get rid of this group of people. In the end, this group of people is quickly killed.

I nodded and decided, um, this is the case.

"The doorkeeper!"

"Okay, this matter has been fixed." Mo Qing interrupted his words.

I also sighed with a sigh of relief at this time. In this year's door, the person who made the decision is no longer me... I haven't finished sighing yet, only to feel a murderous sweep in front of the hall.

Looking forward, Yuan Hao stared at me with a gaze.

At this time, when he was vetoed by Mo Qing, he was just angry with the face. I was connected with him, and I saw his eagle-eyed eyes flashing a murderous golden light.

"Who is here!"

As his voice fell, an invisible air blade cut open, my heart stunned, just want to hide, but this body is not contending! It was actually under the pressure of several times stronger than her, and the muscles were so stiff that they could not move!

The gas blade instantly kills me in front of me. I only said, I am finished, and I don’t have to use paper money to smash my body. I can join hands with you, and later play the game of ghosts at the Qingqing grave.

At this moment, the gas blade came to me but I didn’t know what barrier it was hitting, and it made a huge sound of impact. The sound shook me back two steps, and the huge stone door of the side hall outside the barrier has already Was shocked for powder.

Mo Qing waved his hand, letting the guards who heard the movement into the temple retreat, and there was no expression on the face: "The North Mountain Lord is too radical." He glanced at me and looked at Yuan Yu: "It is with me." The informant is gone."

"His confession."

Hey, what do you know, I don’t know the virtues of these guys. The old man, however, was mad at Mo Qing and turned to take my breath.

Mo Qing did not punish him, Yuan Yu retired, Qinggang crutches squatted on the ground, one step at a time, when he left the hall, he looked at me sideways. I also stared at him without hiding.

He was full of contemptuous coldness and immediately stepped out of the hall.

As soon as I raised my eyebrows, Muir remembered that the body I used today is also a body of cultivation. I snorted and looked at the fact that he said that Mo Qing’s actions were contrary to the original intention of the legislature. I intend to let him offend him and not care about him.

This party just stared at Yuan Hao, but behind him came the voice of Mo Qing: "It’s daring at night." I looked back, but I saw that Mo Qing had already entered the side hall, and the hand was standing three steps behind me. The place, gave me a look, "Let you wait in the side hall, why not like the rules of the day?"

I casually took a reason: "The day is going to the grave, of course, I have to behave some rules..."

"Oh." He replied, but in a blink of an eye, the shadow of the shadow flashed, and the next moment stood in front of me, close at hand.

I looked up at him, I don’t know why.

I saw his black pupil clearly reflecting the sly face: "Is not afraid of me like a white day?"

He is skeptical about me, but I can't panic and chaos. The more chaotic and panic, the more vulnerable it is, so I responded quietly to his suspicions: "Master, I am so scared."

Mo Qing: "..."

When I was in the side hall, I fell silent. I cleared my throat and didn't want him to continue to meditate: "Master, I used to squat for a while and dreamed of the road."

"Yeah." He turned and walked to the side of the chair and sat down. It was not as majestic as sitting on the main hall. He took a play in his hand. "How is she in her dream?"

I whispered in the sky: "Nothing, just stand. But Master, I think it is not a way to let her into my dreams." I approached Mo Qing step by step. "She is dark, you are in Ming, no matter what you do." It’s better to find her first.”

Mo Qing looked up at me and looked at it with a look: "Can you find her?"

"Now it is impossible." I walked down to the chair next to Mo Qing and sat down slowly. There was only one square table between him. I gathered half a body and tried to make my breath blow the ink. He said, "If you can have some books for me to look up, maybe you can find the methods of the predecessors."

I firmly believe that Mo Qing has a good impression on this body, otherwise it will not be so easy for me to fool the past.

But as I got closer and closer to his cheek, an invisible wall was between me and him. My face was stuck up and it was a bit ugly, so I had to retreat.

He didn't look at me, he only concentrated on playing with his hand: "You talk about how she stood on the side, what kind of look and posture."

This clown is so strange that I can't understand it. Why did he care about this point? I took a turn of my eyes and yelled: "Just... floating in the air, no expression."

"Isn't she letting you burn paper?"

"Ah... yes."

“Don’t complain about the money? Didn’t ask to continue? Tomorrow? Don’t you burn?”

Yes... the money has to be a ghost, and tomorrow is definitely going to continue. I have to find a way to let others burn it. It is absolutely impossible to burn it! I answered these words in my heart, and I looked up, but I saw the eyes of my eyes staring at my eyes...

I remembered it a long time ago. At that time, I didn’t build a Wanhaomen. I just ran out of the Dust Mountain. I saved it by mistake and I was still a boy’s ink. I took him all the way. He has been silent, wearing a black cloak that is much bigger than him, covering his face and not being able to show people easily.

One night, I drank more wine, and I found an inn in the village under the dusty mountain. I woke up in the night and wanted to touch the water. Next to it was a small hand that picked up my head and sent the water to my lips.

I saw his face, covered with green marks, and it was horrible.

He found that I was watching him. When the water was not finished, he was anxious to withdraw his hand. In a hurry, the bowl was broken and the water was spilled. He shrank aside in silence and shook his face in a hurry.

But I didn't remember the shape of the ink marks on his face, only remembered his eyes: "It's like a full of bright stars."

I was as if... it was described as such.

This scene was already dusted in my accumulated memory, until I saw him, the dust of memory was shaken and shaken, and Muir became clear.

I shrank back and unconsciously avoided his eyes...

There was an illusion between the hustle and bustle, as if he had seen his soul with his eyes that were too clear.