[Thunderbolt] Your sister

A dark, damp cave.

Amidst the sound of dripping water, there was faint drumming with a weird rhythm, the deeper it went, the more breathtaking it became.

Is it the little girl who has never been through the storm? Chu Ying couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart, and timidly followed behind Yin Qianhua, hesitating: "Little Miss, do you really want to let her go?"

Yin Qianhua gave her a contemptuous look, and said in her heart that she is really an unambitious maid, where is the courage when she came up with an idea: "I even stole the key, why do you need to ask?"

"If the master finds out, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"Don't use your father to scare me! Since you are determined to let me go, there is no reason to turn back!"

Although she was a little scared, Yin Qianhua resolutely entered the deep prison.

In the shadow of the specially-made cage, a figure sat cross-legged, absent-mindedly beating the stone drum in his hand: "Little baby, you dare to step into this place again, you have a lot of courage."

"You know I've been here?"

"The pungent fragrance of a woman's house is the most disgusting."

"Hmph! People like you who are unkempt and full of bugs are really disgusting!"

"Smart teeth, aren't you afraid of risking your life in vain?"

"Kill me, you will never have a chance to step out of the punishment hole in this life!"

"Oh... Listen to your tone, are you going to let me go? How can you let me go?"

"Dad said that this prison is made of special black iron, so it can only be opened with a special key."

"Hahaha... Daddy? Are you Yin Moxiao's daughter? Interesting! Yin Moxiao is someone I wish I could kill with blood, but his daughter wants to let me go."

"The grievances between father and you do not prevent me from trading with you."

"Oh? What a naive little baby. Then I will listen to your wishes!"

"I want you to kill someone for me."

"Kill who?"

"Mu Ziying!"

……

Jitian Peak, thousands of miles of ice and snow, cold fog.

The ear-shattering drum sounded and shook, causing a trace of weirdness in the wind.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Clothed in yellow and fur, with a peculiar face, standing in the extreme ice and drinking the cold wind alone, the laughter is infinitely comfortable: "The taste of freedom is so wonderful... It makes people hate the years of captivity. Yin, Mo, Xiao!"

The hatred of gnashing of teeth filled his heart, causing storms and snowstorms all around.

"The hatred in my heart is extinguished with your entire method! Hahaha..."

Looking around, I can vaguely recognize the entrance of the stronghold back then, and with a movement of my body, I jumped down the deep pit and came to the mysterious cave.

The scene and things in the cave are the same as before, but the table case is covered with dust, and things are different.

"It's really a nostalgic place. How long has it been since I set foot here? Back then, the plan changed, and there was a gap between the six people. After the First World War, everyone's whereabouts became a mystery. Now that only one person came out, everyone's whereabouts will never be hidden again. Where are you? I But my heart is thinking about the unfinished plan to create the sky! Heh heh heh..."

Raising his hand, the drum sounded, and two lines of crazy script appeared on the stone wall of the "jun" back then.

The world will finally come to one king, and the six disasters will start the journey of the Canglong!

"I—wait for you! Um... the border of Taoyuan."

For his loyalty to the former master, even though the situation is unfavorable, Pi Feixiao still chooses to continue to pave the way for the return of the "jun" and leave.

After he left, a clear and frosty breath blew from the cave. He was dressed in blue, had blue hair, and swayed his feather fan calmly.

After turning around twice, I finally stood still in front of the stone wall where the writing was left.

Since this place is the secret meeting place of the Heaven-making Plan, the discussion must be the core point.Looking at such intricate traces of fighting at the scene, we can see the chaos at that time.

"The two turned their backs, two were accomplices, and one hesitated. As the initiator of the plan, this 'lord' is completely tyrannical. I am afraid that the two accomplices are the real confidantes. The original plan member, Mrs. Xianhua Ziweitong Jun, the sword wields Lingyun and Fa Yunzi. 'Book' is dead, 'Fei' is missing, and Pi Feixiao is out of trouble. Hmm... Huolong, are you still waiting for your time? Or, waiting for your loyal subordinates to prepare for your hegemony ?ha……"

The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and he had returned to the free and easy posture of Duanji Xuanqiao when he first entered the world.

Huaguang escaped, but saw another blue figure approaching Jitian Peak, with fiery red hair, blue roses, and a grotesque mask, showing the identity of the comer.

"Oh..." With a meaningful low voice, he disappeared and saw the Humanoid Master enter the secret meeting place of the Sky-Building Project. After a while, the mountains trembled, the blue flowers rained down on the silver-white snow peak, and the entrance of the cave gradually collapsed.

Yin Qiujun's eyes were deep.

"The evil dragon can convince the hell doll master, and make me more sure that trapping you is something that must be done!"

Leng Wushuang closed her eyes and waited intently for the agreed connector.

Not long after, the black-haired swordsman stepped into the cave with a frosty aura, and Moyuan water lotus came in on his hind feet. It seemed that he was really angry.

"Do it with someone?" The swordsman said concisely.

"Yes."

Working closely with the two taciturn people, Leng Wushuang also fell into the habit of talking less and doing more, so she asked Shui Lian, "Who? Why?"

"The descendants of the deserted city, gather together with concentration."

The black-haired swordsman pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and said a name: "The waste sword forgets the old age."

"Huh? Do you know that person?"

"I've moved my hands."

"Is it also for concentration?"

"Ah."

Thinking about his current attributes, Leng Wushuang suddenly felt a chill that would bring him down: "Is it possible that there is a grudge between the deserted city and the sun and moon talents in the pursuit of the concentration group?"

The black-haired swordsman shook his head, but he didn't know whether he was denying it or he didn't have this part of memory.

"Hey, the atmosphere is dignified. Is there any bad news?" Indigo Feather Wind Lotus walked in, shaking her fluffy fan, her tone of voice was always relaxed.

Leng Wushuang thought in his heart that now he could make a mahjong table, but he didn't know how two-thirds of Su Zhenzhen and three-fifths of Tan Wuyu would completely abuse five-sixths of Feng Qianxue.

Thinking about it, and not in the mood to make a joke at the moment, I briefly explained the recent encounter between Swordsman and Shui Lian: "The two of them have often been followed by people to make troubles, and it is very inconvenient to go outside..."

"Yeah, how can you get all smelly because of nothing?" After listening, Feng Lian still didn't feel nervous, and looked at Mo Yuan Shui Lian and the black-haired swordsman with a smile: "Okay, okay, I know that neither of you is good at arguing. , I’ll go there myself and explain a thing or two for you.”

"I think it's better to save it, your face is not convincing." Leng Wushuang slowly looked at the top of the cave, and she knew that the blue-haired trumpet hadn't realized her identity: "I'll go to the deserted city, you guys have something to do." Discuss. The demon world's attention to the old city is worthy of vigilance. Also, Mr. Fenglian, even if you don't have the heart to talk about love, as the mastermind of the old city, you should also pay attention to fire prevention, theft, and anti-bad faces, so as not to show up one day The gentleman turns into a big bad wolf and takes away the ignorant Little Red Riding Hood, so it’s not easy for the city lord to deal with it.”

"Ha..." Feng Lian was taken aback, and then teased: "Miss Leng, you can be regarded as the heart of a villain."

"It's easy to say, I have always measured suspicious people with a villain's heart, bad habits, and I can't change them. The words have been brought, please."

"Safe travels."

"Ah."

After Leng Wushuang left, the three began to exchange and sort out recent information from all parties.

The remaining members of the Wanshengyan Rock have been integrated, and they can join forces with Xuanzong to fight against the demon world at any time.

The Demon Realm has not moved recently, and the Illusionist is still connected with the Palace of Eternal Life.

Pi Feixiao escaped from the law, and Yin Moxiao is investigating the Zigong family...

"Well, martial arts affairs are really one after another." Feng Lian shook her head and looked very lively. The black-haired swordsman squinted at him coldly, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he needed to be beaten.

"Okay, next, I plan to go to the Xuanji Gate to explore the mystery again. Are the swordsmen together?"

The black-haired swordsman nodded slightly: "...Let's go."

In the dead of night, walking along the winding and downward corridor, the underground of the old city is becoming more and more empty, and the strange phenomenon of absorbing the surrounding airflow has not appeared again in front of the quiet mysterious door.

Feng Lian and the black-haired swordsman gradually approached the Xuanji Gate, their relaxed expressions were also solemn: "Swordsman, what kind of mystery do you think is hidden behind the Xuanji Gate?"

"crisis."

"Oh? What kind of crisis?"

"A bloody crisis."

Just kidding, any incident involving Su Zhenzhen is not a bad luck.

"Haha, the swordsman said so firmly, I couldn't help but want to ask Xianshou for help to visualize the future."

"Hmm...?" The black-haired swordsman suddenly raised his head, seeing bursts of dazzling blue light suddenly appearing from Su Zhenzhen's cloud coffin, and he understood it in a flash.

"Yeah, there was no such reaction last time, what happened?"

Feng Lian was muttering to herself, but unexpectedly, the black-haired swordsman raised her palm behind her back and pushed him towards the cloud coffin.Unprepared, he was staggered by this push, and just happened to lie on the cloud coffin, and the trivial scenes became fragments that invaded his brain, and finally integrated all kinds of pasts about Qingxiang Bailian.

The black-haired swordsman stood aside, arms folded as if watching.

It is not comforting to wake up alone. A certain fellow Taoist pretends to be cute all day without knowing it, which is especially uncomfortable. Now that he has finally found a chance to recover, it is really happy to hear.

After a while, Feng Lian broke away from the restraint of the blue light with cold sweat all over her head, she regained her senses a little, then turned around and showed a Suzhen-style signature smile: "Yeah, the swordsman's methods are really simple and rude."

"It is imperative to wake up those who pretend to be asleep."

"Yeah, the water lily is also a lotus, why disturb its purity."

"Oversleeping, it's a mistake."

"Ugh……"

"Or, reluctant to part with Linglongxin?"

"What a mess."

"You're slowly getting bored."

"It's unkind to watch a show with your hands in your hands."

"It was your affair, not mine."

"The world is going downhill, friends are less righteous, and fellow practitioners are less affectionate..."

The prosperity of the famous Xiao family for several generations has turned into a cloud of the past due to the decline of the deserted city.

Leng Wushuang barely distinguishes the passage to the city among the dense weeds in the deserted path, and the desolation is embarrassing.

The initiative to go to the deserted city to contact is not entirely just to resolve troubles and disputes for a certain number of so-and-so and so-and-so, but because I remembered that Huanyu Qizang once talked about the deserted city. little known.

There is an extremely faint aura on the city gate tower, even with a cold sense and foundation, it is difficult to detect it if you are not paying attention.

This ability to hide his whereabouts is comparable to that of Xiang Rixie.

"My friend, what a clever move."

"Why did you come?" Hoarse voices came from all directions, apparently deliberately so that others could not judge the direction.

"Focus on the aggregate."

"Hmm..." A pair of cold eyes under the black hood watched the visitor quietly for a moment, and said, "The deserted city has been waiting for a long time."

"Don't dare, please lead the way."

"You came prepared."

"It should be said that they came for mediation."

"Humph."

The hooded man was obviously not very angry, he just dodged and disappeared with a cold snort, which made Leng Wushuang even more slanderous about what kind of hatred was drawn by the trick of concentrating.

The person who led the way ran very fast, but luckily he was used to Xiang Sunxiang's ghostly posture in the past, so he could keep up.

The ruined city is full of ruins, but one can still vaguely imagine its original grandeur.

Stepping through the barrier, a small quiet garden appeared in front of you.

The gray-haired old man in a navy blue robe stood by the stone table and waited quietly. Leng Wushuang bowed slightly: "Xuanzong's disciple Leng Wushuang has met senior."

"Disciple of Xuanzong?" The old man carefully chewed this title in his mouth: "Miss is so brave, you dare to enter a deserted city like a ghost town alone, aren't you afraid of being haunted by ghosts?"

"There is no ghost in your heart, so why be afraid of ghosts? Senior Wangcan, I came here to explain, or you can let go of unnecessary doubts first. After all, no matter how you plan, Dao Realm Xuanzong should have no problems with Huangcheng."

"Ha, if you didn't appear in such a posture, girl, I wouldn't be suspicious in vain. Why don't we just get straight to the point."

"Senior is straightforward, and I don't drag my feet. Concentration is a martial art. They can learn it, and I can learn it. It is not reliable to use it as a basis for suspicion. The matter of the old city lord Xiao Zhenyue, San Lian The black-haired swordsman didn't know about it."

"Oh? How do you prove they have nothing to do with it? What is your relationship to them?"

"Cooperative relationship. As for the evidence... Senior, you must have a good idea of ​​the reputation and contribution of the Sun and Moon talents in the martial arts. Speaking of which, the old city lord disappeared during the March catastrophe. The direction of senior suspicion should be placed in the sky-building plan." members."

"This is indeed one of the directions of my investigation."

"Actually, if we want to deliberate on the life and death of the old city lord, there may be a clue in one place."

"where?"

"The border of Taoyuan. Sang Daoliang pretended to be Piaozhou Shenyin, and obtained a lot of information from 'Tong' and 'Jian'. It is said that the border of Taoyuan was the place where the leaders of various sects of the Southern Martial Arts were invited to go."

"Hmm... how did you get this inside story?"

"To tell the truth to my predecessors, the patriarchs of Famen are not the only ones who are looking for clues to the Heaven-Building Project in the martial arts world. It is not surprising that I can grasp some information."

"I will go to the Taoyuan border to investigate."

"Then senior, can you suspend the pressure on Sanlian and the black-haired swordsman?"

"Ha, since the girl is sincere, if I persecute her again, I will lose my sense of proportion."

"Thank you senior for being reasonable. If there are no other questions, this junior will leave first."

"Please."

Sending off late-night visitors, Wang Cannian meditates alone.

"Third, what do you think?"

The moon whirlpool sitting on the top of the wall replied: "If you want to investigate, just start."

"I'm worried about whether the original evidence still exists after many years."

"You hesitate?"

"It's time to go. She came frankly and said it with certainty. We might as well trust her."

……

Leng Wushuang wanted to go back to the old city, and on the way, he picked up Feishu.

Unfolded to watch, halfway through, the facial muscles twitched slightly, and then turned into a facial paralysis expression.

Don't guess the mind of a wise man, you still don't understand after guessing - scheming and intelligence are like a woman's cup, a full man doesn't know a hungry man is hungry.

Under the cold moon, Taijun Tong stepped out of the room with a heavy heart, and came to the garden to relax.

She didn't expect that Che Che would take the blame for her, and she didn't know whether she could win him back by changing her disguise and breaking the law at night.

Yin Moxiao said that pleading guilty early and cooperating with the investigation can still be forgiven.

what……!

Where is Zigong Tonglin the younger generation who deceives the world and steals his name?

Perhaps she was at fault for what happened back then, and she also had unshirkable responsibility for Sang Daoliang's death.But as long as she is the head of the Zigong family, she can't let the family's name be tarnished.

Taiyi is kind-hearted, reasonable and measured, and she has the most high hopes among her great-grandchildren.

If there is no accident, the future Zigong family should be handed over to Tai Yi at the helm.

But... this kindness now makes Taijun Tong feel both gratified and embarrassed.

He wholeheartedly wanted to find out the truth of the sky-building plan, but he didn't know what kind of danger would be caused to the Zigong family by being involved in this pool of deep water.

It's okay for Zigong Tonglin's reputation to be ruined alone, but the aristocratic family must not fall into the quagmire because of this.So she had no choice but to imprison Taiyi to prevent him from sinking deeper and deeper.

As for everything in the future...

"My lord, it's late at night."

Seeing that the night was quiet and cool, the maid stepped forward to remind her.

"Ru Fei, Ru Yuan, do you think I did something wrong?"

"Taijun, the young master just has a strong sense of justice."

"Taiyi is young, I really don't want him to face too cruel facts."

There is a deep meaning in Tong Taijun's words, but the maidservant who doesn't know how to understand it, she only comforts with gentle words: "Taijun, the young master has the ability to be alone."

"...Yes, his age and martial arts have reached maturity, and he doesn't need the protection of others, but I can't let go. You two go down to rest first, and I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes, we will retreat first."

Tong Taijun looked up at the cold moon in the sky, his hair full of silver threads looked even more desolate in the moonlight.

When he was young, he was full of enthusiasm and ideals, and secretly participated in the sky-building project. Who would have thought that things would go awry in the end, and it has caused such a storm even today.

Was the plan really not what she imagined it to be?

Or are they too radical, too inappropriate, and sow bad results?

Immersed in the review of the past, suddenly, a cold fog hits the face.

"Hmm... who broke into my Purple Palace family?"

The petals of the blue roses fell one after another, and Taijun Tong realized the other party's identity: "It's a hell doll master!"

"Hehehe... you are worthy of being the head of the Purple Palace family."

"As the Dazai of the Immortal City, it would be impolite to break into my mansion in the middle of the night."

"That's just one of my many titles. You will like it more, it should be—my relationship with the six evil blue dragons."

"Um?!"

Just when the two faced each other, a corner of the white robe quietly disappeared like a ghost, and with extremely light and agile movements, it quickly disappeared.

……

The dark night is full of unknown things everywhere.

But is there really an unbreakable secret in the world?

"The storm roars through the sea of ​​thousands of waves, and the clouds and waves do not chase the state of the world; the two swords and autumn flowers step on the dusty moon, and the shadow spins in a silver posture to open Zongdai."

Elegant and noble, with picturesque eyebrows, the faint sword spirit shows extraordinary swordsmanship.

An expert reappeared on Jitian Peak, and the drumhead in Pifeixiao's hands kept beating intensively, and when he sensed who was coming, he showed a treacherous smile.

"You came."

The woman with a sword bluntly stated the theme: "Where is the king?"

"I do not know."

"How?"

"After the day Shu and Fei betrayed me, I never saw Jun again. Afterwards, I was captured by Yin Moxiao, and I have been imprisoned to this day. How did I know Jun's whereabouts?"

"I really don't know?"

The clear voice broke the atmosphere of the two people's secret conversation, and Pi Feixiao's eyes flashed fiercely.

"who?!"

A figure approached lightly, with a white feather fan in his hand and a catastrophe sword on his back, his slightly closed eyes opened gently, and his calm eyes looked directly at the two unworldly masters in the snow: "Don't the hell phantom masters know the whereabouts of you best? "

"Um--"

The words were astonishing, and for a moment, aroused a murderous aura!

The visitor shook his feather fan lightly, unmoved, and smiled slightly: "Even if there is a monstrous murderous intent, it's not too late to move after I finish my words."

"Heh heh heh...he has a lot of guts."

"That's right, both of them are powerful enough to rule the roost. I'm overthinking my ability to talk nonsense. It's rude to disturb the two of you to reminisce about the past."

Fayunzi gestured to Bifeixiao with his eyes, Pifeixiao suppressed his killing intent, and his smile became more ferocious: "You are ready to die without a place of burial, and I will hear what you have to say about the whereabouts of the king."

"Human teacher Fa Yunzi, you have been busy solving tricks for your beloved apprentice recently, and you may not know that the current identity of the hell doll teacher is the Dazai of the old city."

"Isn't the old city?" Fa Yunzi's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't express his dissatisfaction.

Pi Feixiao wanted to induce Fa Yunzi to return to the plan, but he was refuted with a single word, adding to his anger: "Hmph, what do you intend to do by investigating the whereabouts of Jun?"

"Naturally, it is necessary for the benefit." Turning the wrist again, the white feather fan shook more smoothly and freely: "Unfortunately, what you two have done has made me reassess whether this kind of attention is necessary."

"Hahaha... Is your attention worth anything to us?"

"Oh? Could it be that the ambition of the 'lord' who created the sky stops at the notoriety that the March catastrophe can't wash away?"

"what for?!"

"Fa Yunzi, a master of the sword world, silenced Sang Daoliang, and the hell humanoid master brazenly broke into the Zigong family, and the Famen repeat offender, Pi Feixiao, murdered Zigong Taiyi and let the other party escape instead. According to the madness of your Excellencies, what are you trying to do? How dragged down is the 'lord' you worship?"

The amount of information that the other party has in one sentence has already shown that this person is by no means an ordinary person!

Pifeixiao's murderous intentions returned, and he struck the Wanhua Drum with lightning speed, and the vicious palm wind vibrated out with the sound of the drum!

Unexpectedly, the uninvited swordsman just waved his feather fan, and the body radiated a little bit of fluorescent light that disappeared for a moment, and dissolved the poisonous palm.

After all, Pifeixiao was once the head of the Southwest Heiyi tribe, and he has already seen some clues after exploring it.

"Nimiao Poison Technique?"

"Heiyi patriarch has good eyesight." Huanyu Qizang's expression was calm: "I don't know if I have this opportunity to have a good talk with the patriarch?"

"What can we talk about?"

"Talk about how to clean up the mess you made for 'Jun', so that he can make a bright appearance in the martial arts world in the future."

"By you?"

Huanyu Qizang's feather fan turned over, hiding the deep thoughts under the calm face: "That's right, I rely on me. I dare to stand here alone in front of you."

After listening to Leng Wushuang's description, the head of the six strings pondered for a long time before opening his eyes slightly, and the eyes revealed a lustrous light.

"Have you told Feng Lian what you just said?"

"Already informed."

"Where did you get this message?"

"It's not convenient to say, Xianshou forgive me."

"Hmm..." Cang raised his eyes to stare at her for a moment, then lowered his eyes again: "Qianxue, you have a special fate, so you can't rely on it for your actions. The person behind you may not be bad, but I hope you will be careful."

How could her fate be involved again...

Leng Wushuang expressed helplessness towards this special vocabulary of magic sticks, but he also obediently replied: "Don't worry, Xianshou, I know."

"Well. You go."

"Yes."

After completing the daily check-in at Xianshou (by mistake), Leng Wushuang met Feng Lian again, and went to the wine party to make contact.

Some time ago, I was busy running around, and I didn't have the energy to pay attention to the news of the wine party. I only heard that the chairman of the wine party, Tian Di Shuang Zui and Feng Lian sneaked into the poisonous forest, and worked together to retrieve the gnat. It is said that they used it to treat the benefactor.

Having seen Yiliu Gu worms before, and seeing gnats several times in the Blood Spider Venom Forest, she really has a hard time liking the organization of this kind of worms.

Think about that blood-red wriggling worm... such a fat and fresh one is directly used as a medicine... vomit...

Suppressing the surging nausea, he smelled the strong aroma of wine in the air from a distance, calming his stomach a little.

The playful Tiandi Shuangzui hopped and led Leng Wushuang to the Drunkard Pavilion. After entrusting Fenglian's letter and discussing the details of the action, she asked Yu Wan'er.

The intoxicated man scratched his head: "Ask Xiaoyu...in the wine pool to take care of your benefactor. Sigh, speaking of her, the hourly fee is really not cheap."

Leng Wushuang thought that if he didn't love money, he would still be called Yu Wan'er, so he went to the wine pool to find someone.

"The sick uncle needs to make medicinal wine and drink it, so that he can recover quickly."

It's rare to see Yu Wan'er so patient, and Leng Wushuang just stood aside and didn't bother, but Yu Wan'er's next sentence was: "I'll tell you, Uncle, as long as you get better soon, I can teach you Make money, the two of us will definitely make a lot of money!"

Leng Wushuang sprayed instantly.

Yu Wan'er's tone sounded like she was trying to lure people into MLM organizations. Is it really okay to bully patients like this!

Looking at the "sick uncle" wrapped like a mummy, Leng Wushuang greeted: "Wan'er."

"Ah, you're here!" Yu Wan'er happily hooked her to the sick uncle: "Look, sick uncle, this is the good friend I told you about, she is very good at making money!"

"Mummy" shook his head and said slowly, "Money...don't want it."

"Sick Uncle, haven't I taught you that money is the cutest thing in the world, how can you not want it? Think about it, you need money to buy wine, you need money to eat, and you also need money for the clothes, socks, and pants you wear. ..."

Leng Wushuang couldn't help pinching Wan'er: "Are you the benefactor who bullied you and is insane? Don't instill wrong ideas indiscriminately."

"Am I wrong? If you have money, you can travel all over the world, but if you don't have money, you can't walk an inch."

"Wan'er, you must have died of poverty in your previous life."

While complaining, Leng Wushuang noticed the slender fingers of the "mummy" resting on the table, and was slightly startled.

It's a pair of hands with a sword...

Once away from the rivers and lakes, life is actually very simple.

Chu Junyi is still a respected Confucian godmother, returning to her old profession, occasionally going to Shulou Xifeng to chat with Longsu.

She has been to Siguoya once, and although Bo Hongyan is no longer as gorgeous as before, she is still calm and self-sustaining, which finally made her let go of her heart; but she also understands that friends need time to settle down and relax, and since then she will not go to bother .

Long Su often said that at the beginning of human beings, nature is private.

Chu Junyi was noncommittal about this point of view, but after walking around in the world of mortals, he realized that Long Su stood in a gray area and had seen through human nature.

Private, good?

Careerists poison the world with selfish calculations.

Private, evil?

Aspiring people start with selfishness and become the world.

In the world, there are many people who love profit, people who love fame, and people who love themselves. They all originate from "selfishness".

Confucianism is moderate, unlike the various constraints of Buddhism and Taoism. Seeking fame and fortune are commonplace, and they pay attention to degree between square inches.

Loss of speed is the beginning of confusion.

Fortunately, Bo Hongyan still has a chance to find herself again, but how many people are perishing in the world?

Looking back on the days when she became an official in the public court, Chu Junyi still felt like a dream.

The prosperity has come to an end, and the song has come to an end. No matter how high-sounding it was at the beginning, it still exposes the helpless ugliness in the end.

"Ugh……"

"If I had known earlier, it would have made my godmother sad. I shouldn't have brought up Zhao Muzun."

Long Su smiled apologetically and put down the hookah pipe.

He has heard a lot of rumors about Zhao Muzun recently. Anyway, he lives alone and has nothing to do as martial arts gossip, so he just listens to it.

Chu Junyi shook her head to indicate that nothing happened.

As a former friend, she couldn't imagine that Zhao Muzun, who valued dignity and had a hint of arrogance, would allow herself to live in a place like the Hall of Eternal Life.

In response to her doubts, Long Su said indifferently: "So didn't the godmother also say that? If you can't see Mount Tai with a leaf blocking your eyes, you think you are lost."

Chu Junyi nodded, sighing inwardly.

Although the Shuangcheng is currently on a temporary truce, the battle between the two sides has finally come to an end.It can be foreseen that the decisive battle is not far away.

Leaving Shulou Xifeng, a thought in Chu Junyi's mind became stronger and stronger.

She is not a Long Su, she is seldom willful; nor is she stubborn and ruthless, so that she can do it for her.

But this thought got into my mind, and it was hard to calm down no matter what.

With this in mind, I simply diverted halfway.

……

The once holy place of martial arts, Huawaitian, since Shuangqiao's reputation has been completely destroyed, only the sea of ​​clouds is left, but it has returned to its former purity.

Zhao Muzun sat cross-legged on the cloud platform, concentrating his energy.

The irony is that today he is able to keep his mind free from distracting thoughts and forget both.

Is it because there is nothing to worry about, and nothing to worry about?

Not advancing, not retreating, waiting for the only thing he expected to come.

After being alone for a long time, a long-lost voice came from under the overpass.

"Zhao Muzun, Qiuting Wuyue. Chu Junyi is here to visit, can we meet?"

Zhao Muzun's heart suddenly went blank.

Twirling fingers, the sky bridge descends, and the familiar figure walks across the sea of ​​clouds, whispering.

"Zhao Muzun... See you for a long time."

Zhao Muzun raised his heavy gaze, and said in a flat tone, "Godmother is very interested. Today's Liuji Flyover Bridge doesn't seem like a good place to be a guest."

"Don't be in the Jianghu, don't ask about the Jianghu. Although there were all kinds of things in the past that were hard to explain, it doesn't mean that you must look cold today."

"Ha. What's your godmother's advice?"

"Visiting a former friend."

Zhao Muzun nodded lightly, looking at the sea of ​​clouds with empty eyes: "It was 'once'."

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