[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The entire Wuhun Branch Hall was almost completely destroyed, and the only remaining people could only be counted on one pair of hands. When those people wake up, they will definitely report the situation here to the Pope.

The pope's close disciple was killed and his eyes were gouged out. Meng Jiang is bound to be wanted and hunted by the Wuhun Palace. In order to avoid any impact on Shrek Academy, Meng Jiang wrote a letter and gave it to Muchito's goshawk Kamil to deliver to the academy. The letter contained serious words, imploring Dean Flanders to erase her name from Shrek Academy. , Shrek only has seven monsters.

She knew that Flanders and others would be reluctant, so she analyzed the pros and cons in detail in her letter, and said that only in this way could she have no worries.

Seeing the determination revealed in Meng Jiang's words and not wanting her to have to worry about the academy while evading Wuhun Palace's pursuit, Flanders and others had no choice but to agree, telling her to be careful and to return to the academy if it was really difficult. Seek asylum.

They did not ask why Meng Jiang killed Sangji, but they knew that there must be unspeakable reasons. For this always well-behaved student, Flanders and others felt both distressed and worried.

But in the hearts of the teachers, Meng Jiang, who was hiding in misery and misery, was now following Muchito, eating grilled fish with relish by a lake.

Wearing a thick cloak and soft animal skins underneath him, Meng Jiang was cleanly dressed and had a meticulous hairstyle. Not to mention how comfortable he was. Although they were camping in the wild, Meng Jiang was well fed, clothed and warm, and Camille masturbated for her, so her living standard did not drop much.

Seeing Meng Jiang finishing the last bite of grilled fish, Muchito handed her a wet handkerchief soaked in water to wipe her hands, "Lang Hua, the three enemies you mentioned are now dead, and the next two... What are you going to do? How did you provoke the gods here?"

Meng Jiang licked his fingertips, took the handkerchief, and said in a strange tone, "Those two people, it doesn't matter who takes revenge first. I'm afraid you don't know, but it was the Rakshasa god who chose me as his successor first, but who knows , his successor is not only me, but also the great Pope Bibi Dong."

"Two heirs?" Muchito asked in surprise, "So, Bibi Dong took action against you."

"Yes." Meng Jiang nodded, "I was the first to deceive and scheme with the Rakshasa God, and Bibi Dong was the last to destroy my martial spirit. I will not let go of either of them."

"Muchito, you are so powerful, do you know how to kill a god?" At this time, although Meng Jiang still had hatred for Muchito, but facing two real enemies, she did not mind fighting against him. Muchito say something nice.

Reaching out to pick up the wooden stick on the side and stirring the fire, Muchito said, "Killing God is difficult to say, but not difficult to say. There are three ways to do it."

"What three types?" Meng Jiang asked.

"First, just like you killed Sangji, you swallowed the Rakshasa God with evil thoughts. If you can guarantee that you will not be backlashed by evil thoughts, then you can obtain his own power in addition to the god's position, but if you have the strength If you don’t have enough, you will be eaten by him.”

"Second, practice Mingjiao martial arts. The attributes of the Holy Fire and the Rakshasa God are naturally incompatible. You and I are half of each other. It stands to reason that your ability to control the Holy Fire should be no less than mine. However, you cannot use the Holy Fire for a long time. Because your own attributes are also in conflict with the holy fire."

"Third, as far as I know, the Rakshasa God has a mortal enemy - the Shura God. If you can find the Shura God, you may be able to borrow a knife to kill someone."

After listening to the three methods Muchito said, Meng Jiang couldn't help grinding his teeth, "...Muchito, if possible, I really want to sue you for being a smuggler."

Of the so-called three methods, Meng Jiang actually only had one choice, which was to practice Mingjiao exercises.

If she uses the first method, she can't even kill a few more people with her evil thoughts. If she uses it to kill gods, it will inevitably become an irrational and chaotic mass of malice.

If she used the third method, how could she know where Shura God was, let alone kill someone with a borrowed knife.

As for the second method, firstly, she has the fire of the Holy Fire in her body, so she can get started quickly by practicing Mingjiao martial arts. Secondly, the Holy Fire can also help her suppress the backlash of evil thoughts, and she can also control evil thoughts more.

"I really suspect that you have calculated everything and are just waiting here for me to transfer to Mingjiao martial arts." Meng Jiang hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

"Ahaha..." Muchito laughed awkwardly, raising his hand to pull up his hood to cover his face, "Actually, this is really just a coincidence..." It's just that he went with the flow.

With a cold snort, Meng Jiang tightened his cloak and turned around and got into the tent, while Liu Muqito kept vigil outside.

She got under the quilt, balled up her cloak and threw it out of the tent, "It's windy at night, put it on for me!"

Muchito, who took the cloak, smiled silently and put the cloak on himself. In fact, with his skill, this bit of coldness is nothing at all, but it is Lang Hua's awkward concern, and he is naturally happy to see the other party's attitude soften.

Meng Jiang felt a little regretful after losing his cloak. She didn't want to admit that she could no longer simply hate Muchito, but every time she thought about the abandonment, she felt like a lump in her throat. She didn't want to get too close to Muchito, but he was kind to her. She resisted but felt a little sad and happy at the same time.

She thought of Muchito's strong murderous intention after learning that she had been deposed. The murderous intention was not fake, so the care behind the murderous intention also made Meng Jiang unable to say any heart-wrenching words like before. language.

But Meng Jiang couldn't bear to forgive Muchito so easily.

So she could only keep her attitude stiff.

A night without dreams.

The next day, after resting, Muchito took Meng Jiang further. They no longer just use their feet to travel, but fly across the sky on eagles.

This continent is huge, with the ice fields in the north, the star forest between the two empires, the ocean in the south... and Muchito is taking her to the west, where there is a desolate and uninhabited land.

They need to find a suitable place to ignite the holy fire hidden in Meng Jiang's body. Only by lighting the holy fire can Meng Jiang officially begin to practice Mingjiao martial arts.

Wasteland, an endless wilderness with no life in it. The sound of wind in the sky tells of the endless coldness, while the horizon is filled with bright and blazing fire clouds.

Bright red and brilliant gold, these are the colors most suitable for Mingjiao.

Muchito stood directly opposite Meng Jiang, holding a pair of scimitars with arcs like the shining moon in both hands, and the spirits of the sun and moon rippled on the swords. He raised his hand and connected the handles of the two knives, and the locking mechanisms hidden in the handles were tightly linked with each other. Then he turned the scimitar twice in his hand, holding the blade upright under his eyes, and gently caressed the blade's surface with his fingers, like a lover's caress.

The name of this knife is "Du'e Mingkong". The snow-white blade is light and thin, symbolizing the agility, agility, erratic and mysterious nature of Mingjiao martial arts. The junction between the blade and the handle is inlaid with two stars, one in red and one in a basket. Gemstones represent the blazing sun and the clear moon in the sky. At the same time, the scimitar is extremely exquisite and gorgeous, and its own holy aura radiates from the two swords.

This is a murder weapon and a magical weapon for preaching.

Under the red hood, a pair of thin lips with soft yet cold lines opened slightly.

"The Holy Technique of Burning Shadows, the bright and wonderful fire always shines brightly, and the burning shadows drive away darkness and always fulfill your wishes. The Mingzun's glazed body, relying on the door of pure liberation, is universally willing to be free from all the sufferings of life and death."

"The Mingjiao's two sets of exercises can allow you to capture fleeting opportunities to win, or they can allow you to move and remain as you please, turning your body into glass."

The girl who came out of the East China Sea looked at the young man from the Western Regions calmly. Her dark eyes were reflected by the red firelight and the blue moonlight respectively, so her eyes seemed to be ignited, and they gradually showed a little strange color. .

The jade flute blows in the white sand desert,

After passing away for three lifetimes, I gradually forget who I am.

The sun and moon shine together in troubled times,

The Holy Fire of Light looks forward to returning eastward.

The scimitar slashed through, creating deep cracks on the ground, and blazing flames spread out from the cracks. The flames rose high, and the small crackling sound of burning exploded in your ears.

Meng Jiang watched in horror as the flames trapped her and Muchito in them and gradually approached. She subconsciously moved closer to the young man's side and tightly grasped the hem of his red clothes.

But Muchito firmly held Meng Jiang's wrist, and opened the slender fingers one by one that were so clenched that the bones turned white. Then, he turned into wind and sand in Meng Jiang's horrified eyes, and appeared in the circle formed by the flames. outside the circle.

"Muchito!" Meng Jiang rushed towards him in panic, but missed, and was almost caught by the suddenly growing ring of fire.

"What are you doing...?" She quickly took two steps back.

After losing his soul power, Meng Jiang could not pass through this ring of fire. Seeing the flames approaching, she panicked but had nowhere to escape. There were tears in her eyes because of excessive fear.

"Muchito, let me out!" Meng Jiang looked around, searching in vain for an opening to escape, "I will be burned to death!"

The holy fire representing light was now comparable to a life-threatening ghost in Meng Jiang's eyes. In the past, she understood that the holy fire would not really kill her, but was just to help her suppress her evil thoughts. So although the holy fire brought her unbearable pain, Meng Jiang was still able to suppress the fear in her heart and instead longed for the warmth of the flame. temperature.

But now, Meng Jiang clearly felt that the holy fire at this time would really burn her to death. Those fears that were buried deepest in the heart were dug out and exposed naked to the public for observation. The person who was looking at her still had his arms crossed as if it was nothing to him, watching her struggling in fear.

"Muchito, please..."

She was really scared.

Tears fell one by one, evaporated by the high temperature of the holy fire before hitting the ground. Meng Jiang collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. She was not afraid even when she was imprisoned, but at this moment she no longer had the strength to stand up.

"Cheshimu, my waves..."

The foreign young man spoke softly, and his words with a strange accent were softened into the most intimate tone.

He opened his arms and waited: "Come here, believe in yourself, you can do it."

"I can't... I can't!" Meng Jiang shook his head.

"Spray!" Muchito emphasized his tone, "You and I are half of each other, feel how I controlled the holy fire in the past."

He said: "Don't be afraid. This flame comes from your heart. Believe in yourself. You can control it just like you control those evil thoughts."

He said: "My Cheshim will not lose to this little flame."

With a choked sob, Meng Jiang took Muchito's words into his heart. Yes, she hadn't taken revenge yet, hadn't gone to Tang San yet, so how could she fall here.

Thinking like this, Meng Jiang seemed to have strength again.

How did Muchito control the sacred fire in the past? How does she control evil thoughts?

Wiping away the tears with his sleeve, Meng Jiang's eyes became clear again. Her vision gradually became firmer, she took a step forward, waved her hands, as if tearing apart the barrier made of flames, and ran out quickly.

"Bastard Muchito! You know how to bully me!"

Accusing in her mouth, the girl ran straight into the young man's arms like a small cannonball, wrapped her arms around the young man's thin waist, and cried as if she was saved from a desperate situation, shedding all her strength.

Muchito was knocked back by the force, but the smile on his face was extremely happy, "Now that you have the ability to control the holy fire, you no longer have to be afraid of it, and you no longer have to worry about being attacked by evil thoughts."

He hugged Meng Jiang back with one hand and stroked her long, silky hair. With the other hand, he took out a box from nowhere and said, "Open it and take a look, Langhua, this is my gift to you."

"...What is it?" Meng Jiang raised her head from his arms, her eyes still red.

"Take a look." Muchito handed the box forward.

Meng Jiang took the box and opened it. Inside was a set of Xiaotian suits for women of the Ming sect.

She raised her hand and waved a wave of fire to swing Muchito away, and changed into this suit of clothes under the cover of the flames.

The red hood is decorated with thorns, and the black gloves have sharp golden armor. The top also exposes the waist and chest and back, only covering the key parts, making it look very sexy. The black boots reveal a little bit of Bai Zhi's leg skin, front and back. The hem of the clothes was embroidered with dark patterns of flames, and the gold ornaments and gems jingled against each other.

Meng Jiang is now seventeen years old, with a perfectly developed figure, a slender waist that is not too bulky, and the golden-red flame pattern on the plump white breasts of her chest, which looks charming and sexy. Sister Meow.

She looked at Muchito's dull eyes and sighed, "Oh, I wanted to ask you if you look good, but... let's forget it."

"It must look good." Muchito said lightly, "The body you are wearing was made by me, so I can imagine that Lang Hua must look good wearing it."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang pursed his lips and quietly raised the corners of his mouth.