Suo Jinling

Hong Ye's thoughts turned, he subconsciously stepped back half a step, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his three souls and seven souls flew away for the most part.

What is the last game?

What's the meaning?

Want to beat him up to vent his anger?

Hongye's heart was burning, he just wanted to run away, he didn't want to be taken advantage of by this stupid fool, not to mention that he couldn't beat Lan Jingming, if the wind blew into the general's ears, he would be beaten by the general Pack it up and throw it whole into the river to feed the fish.

Thinking of this, Hong Ye smirked, turned around and tried to walk 36 times, but just after taking two steps, someone grabbed the skirt of his clothes, and the person behind him seemed to have a strong force, pulling him to move backwards, Almost hit a tree.

Lan Jingming got up slowly, patted the grass leaves on his body: "Let's go."

Before Hongye could speak, Lan Jingming grabbed Hongye by the back of the neck and dragged him into the martial arts arena that no one had set foot in. This martial arts arena had long been abandoned and was full of tree bark, and there were few onlookers.

Lan Jingming let go of his fingers, picked up a wooden stick from nearby, held it in his hand and shook it a few times, then threw another stick into Hong Ye's hand, and shook it from side to side: "Come on."

Hong Ye couldn't get off the tiger, he didn't know what Lan Jingming was trying to do, and he didn't dare to say no, so he had to bite the bullet and squeeze the wooden stick tightly, and charged forward.

Neither of them used a sword, a small wooden pole was like a gust of wind, surging between the two of them, flying ups and downs, Hong Ye had seen Lan Jingming and Chen Jing fight before, and knew the opponent's way, it was time to find an opportunity Shi is not relentless, and when he finds a weakness, he rushes over, trying to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Once in the Martial arts arena, the opponents have no identities, they are just two people who compete with each other. In order to respect the opponent, we must not take it lightly.

Hong Ye quickly realized that something was wrong. Compared with before, Lan Jingming's figure was much lighter. The whole person stepped on the tree, as if falling on the cloud, and jumped up half of his body lightly. His figure moved like a ghost, and he flashed several times with his arms attack.

Hong Ye was dazzled and sweating like rain. He felt that the person in front of him was a different person. He was so much stronger than before. He was so beaten that he was powerless to fight back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the corner of Lan Jingming's clothes. Lan Jingming looked like Raising his hand unintentionally, he pushed it out with a mighty force. Hong Ye moved left and right, his retreat was blocked, and he was almost powerless to fight back.

After fighting on the battlefield for a long time, Hong Ye thought he was not an idle person, but in front of Lan Jingming now, he could only survive with a few tricks. He was beaten and retreated, and his back hit the fence.

"Come again."

Lan Jingming said.

The two came and went, exchanging ideas with each other for a long time, Lan Jingming always clicked, it didn't look like a martial arts contest, naturally he wouldn't hurt the killer, and when Hong Yezhi couldn't move away, he would raise the wooden pole to let go. Slow motion, let people see clearly.

Hongye understood that this was what Lan Jingming had realized, and he was teaching him everything. He calmed down and went forward. , A whole set of movement skills flowed down smoothly, Hong Ye remembered most of them, only felt that the omissions in the previous movement skills were pointed out, and his skills improved a lot.

After a competition, Lan Jingming's cheeks were dripping with sweat, most of the wooden pole was shattered, and he threw it aside casually. Hong Ye was panting with sweat dripping down his back, clasped his fists with both hands and kept bowing, thanking Lan Jingming for his teaching.

"No, I'm the one who wants to thank you." Lan Jingming bent down, squatted beside Hong Ye, and crushed the wooden pole into pieces, "Thank you for collecting my body."

Hongye choked.

The gust of wind brought the broken snow, and he choked so hard that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and most of the breath was ejected in one breath, and the rest was squeezed in the throat, unable to go up or down, almost choking back into the stomach.

He didn't know if Lan Jingming meant something or provoked him deliberately, he stammered and begged for mercy: "No, no, no, I'm sorry, the general said at the time that he would bury you generously, but I know that the customs of the northern Yi people do not allow generous burials." , I, I don't know what to do, I can only bury you shallowly on the Taihang Mountain..."

Hong Ye stumbled and stumbled, and it took him a long time to connect, his heart was jumping in all directions, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, but Lan Jingming came back to life, those things before have become taboos, and they must never be mentioned again, this Lan Jingming He said it calmly and indifferently, I don't know if he left the etiquette and customs behind him, or he ignored all matters of life and death.

"Since a person comes naked, he will leave naked," Lan Jingming said, "The physical body has been with me for a long time, thank you for restraining it and making it calm at last."

Even through the mask, Hong Ye could see those eyes, those eyes were gentle and indifferent, even the waves were covered by the bottom of the lake, so there were no ripples.

Hong Ye held his breath and concentrated, and it took him a while to tremble: "This is... what I should do."

Lan Jingming nodded slightly, patted Hong Ye on the shoulder, and drifted away with the wind. Hong Ye sat in place for a long time before finding the strength to stand up and return to the general.

Everyone in the general's mansion rested and got ready to go, and the situation in Beiyi's tent was tense. Lanchi Aguda sat in the main seat, holding a sharpened saber in the palm of his hand, and swiped it outward a few times, cutting off the mighty wind.

Lanchi Agudachi|Naked half of his body, unlike the past where he used a long robe to cover his figure, Gu worms behind him are like living things, crawling forward, with gray and black veins rushing and shaking on his shoulders, ready to break his body at any time out.

Lan Xinhong fell to the ground with his knees on the ground, not daring to raise his head to meet his father Khan. It was the first time in these years that he saw his father Khan's appearance. There was a reason for his long-time passive avoidance. His father Khan's face was now blue and black, and his lips were dark. Zi, was clearly terminally ill, and Immortal Da Luo couldn't be saved.

The little Gelers were still too young to carry the heavy responsibility. Lan Jingming died on the Taihang Mountains. His father said that he and Randuer had a heavy responsibility to go to the top of Qiongcang Mountain to seize a treasure in the world. Landu Er Yima took the lead and went without a trace on Qiongcang Mountain. The injured attendant who recovered his life stumbled back to the tent and told what he had seen and heard. Lanchi Aguda overturned the fruit plate and kicked over the low table , smashed the gold, silver and jade in the tent, even crushed the animal bones into powder, and let it scatter in the wind.

After a lot of hard tossing, Lanchi Aguda was out of breath, and sat back on the main seat, resting his hands on his forehead in silence, leaving a mess all over the ground, making a mess on the grass.

"My son is willing to be an eagle, and go through fire and water for my Beiyi," Lan Xinhong pressed his forehead to the ground, breathing out respectfully, "Avenge my brother's revenge."

The brazier was beeping in the tent, and the flames were blazing, outlining two long shadows. The only sunlight came from the gap in the curtain, and the gray and black dust covered most of the face like a thick cloud.

Lan Xinhong buried himself deeper, with his forehead stuck to the ground, almost buried in the soil.

He was uneasy, sweating profusely, and the veins on the back of his neck were faintly throbbing, trembling under the skin.

After a long while, Lanchi Aguda said: "Go ahead, remember your promise, don't disappoint my father."

Lan Xinhong said yes again and again, bowed his waist and retreated out of the tent, disappearing into the jungle.

There was silence in the tent, the afterimages of the flames trembled, gray and black embers fell on the ground, and the dross was dripping and scattered.

Lanchi Aguda was silent for a long while, grasped the saber tightly in his palm, moved step by step to the outside of the tent, and stood under the sunlight.

The Gu worms on his back like darkness and hate light, whenever they come into contact with the sun, they will squirm behind his back, swim among the tendons, pull the lungs to absorb vitality, like entangled tree veins, engulfing living water in the ground.

This pain is like a branding iron, like a thousand cuts. Usually, I come out at night. I don’t know how many stars I have seen. This round of high-hanging round sun... I haven’t seen it for a long time.

Lanchi Aguda raised his arms, his eyes were stung by the sunlight, this round of full sun was like a huge fireball, overflowing with raging heat waves.