[Comprehensive martial arts] Zhilan Yushu

Waiting is boring.

After knowing that the extermination of them was aimed at the Ming Cult of this world, the twins Tal Rasha and Talis were like cats attracted by fish, and their attention was attracted to those Ming Cult disciples.But after careful observation, the two of them were disappointed to find that these people's strength is not good at all, and they don't know the Fenying Shengjue and Mingzun Liuli Body at all. After a closer look, these Mingjiao disciples all have the appearance of Han people in the Central Plains, not the slightest Shadow of the West.

In the Tang Dynasty, the founder of Mingjiao, Lu Weilou, was from Persia. At that time, many Persians from the Western Regions followed him to leave Persian Zoroastrianism. Later, after the "Guangming Temple Change", Mingjiao had to move to Gedora. The desert has redeveloped, and many of the congregants who joined there, and many of the Mingjiao disciples accepted there, are not Han Chinese.

After growing up in such a hodgepodge of different nationalities, Mingjiao looked at this Mingjiao that was all Han people. Although the two of them understood that it was caused by the persecution of Han people by the Mongolian emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, they both clearly realized that this The Mingjiao of the world is really not the Mingjiao they are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect.

Nima, I can't even do spiritual sustenance. QQ

However, when Yang Buhui defeated Juejue, the group of female disciples of Juejue also drew their swords and rushed towards Yang Buhui.

Holding Qin in his arms, Yang Buhui looked at them quietly, with a reserved and alienated smile on his lips.

"Town the mountains and rivers!"

Xuanjian transforms into momentum.

The ice-blue sword energy burst out, like a barrier, blocking all the moves that attacked Yang Buhui without exception.Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but look over.That young Taoist priest was handsome and majestic, his expression was as condensed as snow on a high mountain, white and cold, his eyes were as cold as a sharp knife across them, and when it finally stopped on the girl playing the piano, it was like thin ice shattered , showing a little warmth.

The way he looked at her was as cold as the way he looked at his senior sisters.

Zhou Zhiruo never thought that one day Song Qingshu would stand on the opposite side of her, holding a long sword and protecting another woman.

When she was reborn when she first came to Emei, she thought about how to kill Zhao Min early, how to secretly practice the Nine Yin Manual under the nose of her master, and how to make Zhang Wuji fall in love with herself with all her heart... ....

She never thought about Song Qingshu.

She didn't like Song Qingshu, and even hated this ridiculous man who was as humble as a clown, but she never doubted his fascination and admiration for her.So she firmly believed that as long as Song Qingshu saw her, he would definitely fall in love with her and be obsessed with her.

This time, when she joined the Six Great Sects to attack Guangmingding with her master, senior sister and others, she was excited that she could finally meet Zhang Wuji after her rebirth, and secretly planned how she should win his heart so that he could meet Zhao Min again. That Tatar witch had fallen in love with her deeply before, even when she met Yin Liuxia and Mo Qixia along the way, she never thought about Song Qingshu.

Ah no, she thought about it too, thinking of Song Qingshu because she was puzzled that he hadn't appeared, but then she turned her head and forgot about it.

After all, she doesn't love Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu insists on loving her, what can she do?

But at this moment, looking at the other party's eyes full of admiration in memory, Zhou Zhiruo, who was completely indifferent at this moment, clearly realized that the Song Qingshu who loved her no longer existed.

He had already died under Zhang Zhenren's hands.

"Qingshu!" Hearing Yin Liting's shout, Song Ci frowned slightly, and looked at him: "Song Ci, a disciple of Chunyang Palace, did this fellow Taoist recognize the wrong person?"

Ah, he is Song Ci, not Song Qingshu.

South China Sea, Baiyun City, in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

"The world has expanded again?" Listening to Ye Gucheng's words, Lan Tingyu paused, while Xiaolu Taxue in front of him snatched the bean cake from his palm and ate it to his heart's content.

"Well, moreover, it's still the world in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties." Ye Gucheng thought of a series of ragged refugees who suddenly appeared, and sighed softly: "I feel a little tired. Merger, I don't know when it will end."

"Qinghan." Lan Tingyu's hands were empty, and he simply patted the crumbs in his palm: "I have a hunch."

"We will definitely be able to see our Datang again."

"If that's the case," recalling the events of Chunyang Palace and Tang Dynasty, a gentle smile appeared on Ye Gucheng's face. He stood beside Lan Tingyu and held his hand.

The old butler looked at his city lord from afar, lowering his head slightly, and pointed at the white-haired (Lan Tingyu: Even if black hair dye is grassy, ​​it hurts hair, and do I need to pretend to be in a cold place? ?) The young man with white satin eyes smiled, he knew that it was not polite, a blind person would not be able to see the expression of the person opposite, but the city lord still smiled gently, so there is only one answer.

That is, when seeing this young man named Lan Tingyu, the city lord was in a good mood and couldn't help smiling at him.

Very good.The old butler felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet. He wiped them off, his eyes filled with relief.He watched the city lord grow up, watched him grow from yellow hair to the "god" of Baiyun City, so he always knew that the more indifferent and unapproachable the city lord looked, the more lonely and lonely he felt inside.

He is a well-known sword fairy in the world, and the guardian deity of Baiyun City's faith, but the old butler has always known that Ye Gucheng is actually very lonely.

If ten years ago he was still thinking about when the city lord could find the woman he liked and give birth to a young city lord, then now, he just hopes that the city lord can meet someone, whether it is a man or a woman, as long as he can stop being so People who are lonely are fine.

————Compared with Ye’s inheritance and reproduction, he hopes that the children he has watched grow up can be happy and not so lonely anymore.

Fortunately, Mr. Lan appeared.

His appearance drew the sword fairy above the clouds into the mortal world, and became a Ye Gucheng who could laugh and be popular. They would practice swords together, feed deer, white cranes and other small animals together, play the piano and work together, Even if the two of them don't say a word, when they sit together, they have a tacit understanding and affection that others can't get involved in.

Seeing the two smiling and talking, the old butler felt his mouth was full of dog food, but he also silently felt that the two of them were probably talking about their swordsmanship experience, which was why they were so happy.

Actually.

"Qinghan, you said that Azhi and the others have no news so far. Could it be that they went in the wrong direction in the desert and lost their way?"

"...Ayu."

"Ok?"

"Not everyone has such a miraculous physique as Lukeng. Tingzhi has a good ability to recognize the way."

"Are you laughing at me? Don't think I don't know if I can't see it. You must be laughing at me!"

"I really didn't make fun of you for leading us into the enemy's camp in Cangshan and Erhai last time. Really."

"It's too much!"

"Ah!" With a sneeze, Lan Tingzhi sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "I think my second brother should be talking about me behind my back."

"You haven't replied after going out for so long, of course Tingyu is worried about you." Huizhen stretched out her hand to straighten her little girl's hood: "Hey, keep your head down, Kunlun is very windy, and it's easy to hurt your skin."

Lan Tingzhi nodded, and continued to chase forward with great effort.

But why did things develop like this?They are just a group of ordinary people who simply want to go back to the Central Plains(?)!

The reason is that the girl who didn't regret beat up Extinction, and seeing that the other party finally calmed down, they talked about the merger of the world.

In fact, along the way, they also feel that the road they have taken has become longer, but the integration of the world is a matter of these two days, and unfortunately...

They have been out in the field for two days.And because of the high altitude in Kunlun, there are very few people living there.They didn't meet any Ming people.

Then at this time Lan Tingzhi said that the head of Emei he knew was Dugu Yihe, and the most famous Wudang faction was Mu Daochang, which made them feel a sense of crisis that the base camp needed to worry about.Wudang is fine, Zhang Sanfeng sits in Wudang Mountain, and Wudang practice is Taoist martial arts after all, and he has little interest in fame, wealth and power.But Emei is different. Not to mention that almost all the elites of the six sects besieged Guangmingding Emei were mobilized, but Juejue Shitai's uncompromising staunch temper, how could he bear others to take the head of the sect from him?

Zhou Zhiruo was extremely shocked among the Emei disciples. Since her rebirth, she has been secretly planning and acting. Two years ago, she and her senior sister went down the mountain and killed Zhu Yuanzhang, who was still young at the time, under the pretext of "killing Mingjiao demons". Thinking that Zhang Wuji will be the emperor in the future, he will never make the princess of Tatar the emperor of the Han family.

But now, let alone the matter of whether the emperor is the emperor or not, just Emei has appeared again, and whether he can become the next head of the Emei faction in the future is a problem.

Moreover, as smart as she is, she quickly realized that if a few of them came from the later Ming Dynasty, then it is very likely that many people would know about her previous life.

Zhou Zhiruo: I feel that when I was reborn when I was young, it was not that God gave me a chance to do it all over again, but that I was not pleasing to the eye and wanted to trick me!

emmmmm But I want to say something good, that is, Zhao Min, the Tatar princess, probably doesn't have the mind to target the six sects anymore———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Originally, according to this rhythm, the six sects returned home worried about their hometown, and the six sects' siege of Guangmingding ended anticlimactically.but......

The existence of the shit stirrer always makes people feel speechless and headache.

Wei. Shit Stirring Stick. Smiling so that he could die, he grabbed the qin and picked it up, Yang Buhui with empty hands.

"Since you are not Yang Zuoshi's daughter, it's okay for me to take you away, right?"

Just as Yang Buhui was about to walk over with his zither on his back, a man in a white robe with blue strips came out from the yellow sand and caught him with a long laugh, but the laughter was endless, more than a thousand smiles. laugh?

It's just that the laughter stopped abruptly, and even the figure in the yellow sand staggered a bit.

Because Lan Tingzhi, who was the first to react, made a move.Currently without a sword dance, she drew out the cherry blossom drunk without a scabbard, and used Qixiu's move that does not require a sword dance, [Jiang Hai Ningguang].

Hundreds of rivers converge, thousands of fronts line.

In the eyes of others, the woman in a gold-pink brocade dress, graceful and moving like a flying dancer, holds the impossibly gorgeous and exquisite double swords that look like they are used for dancing. As beautiful as a dance, but with a sharp swordsmanship.What's even more amazing is that her sword energy formed a translucent pink ribbon, and the pink sword pierced Wei Yixiao.

What the hell!

Release the sword energy!

"They can still run so fast." They all knew the power of Lan Tingzhi's Bing Xin Jian Qi, they had suffered a lot during the daily sparring, and they couldn't be more aware of the feeling of the negative internal force hitting the body.

"Chase!"