The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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On the day when Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, Lueyang City had been raining for half a month. Autumn wind and autumn rain swearing.

The whole flower street is immersed in the mist of the mist. It has not yet entered the night. There is no red silk in the lanterns. Only the girl who walks through the umbrella from time to time in the lane, carrying a skirt and carefully bypassing the water on the bluestone board, The figure is light and the skirt is flying in the wind and rain.

The spring sleeves have not been lit yet, and they are illuminated by the large open wooden windows and the fire in the hall. Drinking people have three kinds of teachings, often seven or eight friends and friends, make up a table, the local dialect is mixed in one place, laughter and screaming loudly in the lobby.

The young boy in the white sari of the window, wearing a table, will only make people feel good.

As for the old clothes in the corner, the kid with the knife on the back, although the Ranger is dressed up, but because of the childish appearance, it is more like a small miscellaneous city, in this situation, sitting alone will appear lonely and lonely.

If he didn't realize it, he wanted the cheapest Xifeng Lie, with a plate of vinegar soaked in peanuts, and he was very interested in drinking.

Suddenly a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Guest, you have not finished the money."

Everyone looked at the sound and saw the little girl of the water spirit Peugeot standing up behind the counter. The apricot eyes were round and round.

And the six or seven big men who had already reached the door also stopped, bursting into a sneer, and turned around.

In the hall, there are people who talk about the day, and there are businessmen who often run business in Panlongling. At this time, there are sounds of snoring. The nervous look infected the rest of the unknown.

The big men who are full of flesh and blood are obviously satisfied with their deterrence and the silence at the moment. They walked to the counter, and some people lifted their feet and flipped a table. The spurt of the fire, the wooden table is broken.

It’s like a kind of customary signal, the alcoholic people throw away their cups and rush to the door.

The lobby is empty.

The headed Dahan has already walked over to the counter and laughed with a slap in the face. "You don't know what to do, you don't care, but the brothers are afraid not to agree. What do you say?"

It was another sneer, accompanied by all kinds of foul words.

The thin little girl did not speak, as if she was scared.

Seeing that the counter is going to be opened by a machete, the tragedy will be born, but today is destined to be different.

"What to do if you pay for it?"

It turned out to be the one sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.

His sense of existence is so low that no one notices when he came over.

The foothills of Panlongling have seen the world, and they have practiced the shallow forging exercises. When you look at it, you know if the other party is hard. If it is a practitioner, the breath and pressure are different from ordinary people.

At this time, there was a sigh of sorrow, "Where is the Wang Ba Lazi, roll."

Yan Xing did not roll, and his side kicked open and opened his fist, and he had to reach out and take a knife.

I haven't touched the handle yet, and suddenly I feel the breeze behind me. A scorpion jumps over the wine table, and the knife makes a stick in the sheath. The backhand hits the other side of the heart.

The man slammed into the fist with his fist and punched it. The swallows jumped up and down, and the fish were usually fighting in the middle of them. The jars of the wine jars were all used by the dark arrows.

He took advantage of his strength, his body was flexible, and he seemed to be extremely cool. Unfortunately, he was outnumbered, and he saw red in a few moments and was turned over to the ground. A foot is in my heart.

"This dog scorpion! You call a grandfather, I will spare you a life today..."

After the words were not finished, Yan Xing took a sip of blood.

The mountains were provoked with fire, and they were smashed, and they did not use knives. The feet were getting heavier and heavier, and there was a posture that would kill people alive.

Luhua girl took a sword from the dark compartment of the counter and rolled up her sleeves.

"铮-"

With the sound of breaking the wind, the dagger straight backwards. A wooden chopstick, nailed into his Dazhui.

Looking at it again, the forgotten white man has put down the bowl and held the remaining chopsticks in his hand.

Yan Xing barely widened his eyes, and he couldn’t see the man’s face in the blood, only heard one sentence.

"Desolation of the sword."

He thought, what is the thing.

The mountains are swarming, and the big chopper is a tiger.

The son’s eyelids were not lifted, and a chopstick was taken from the chopsticks.

Yan still can't stand up with his strength, holding a knife and squatting on the ground, vomiting blood, abdominal cramps, fighting can not concentrate? Is it time to read poetry? !

"The yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and the broth is self-orchestral."

The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young boy stood up and the sleeves were full.

After reading these two sentences, Hawthorn just rushed to his eyes, and he rolled his sleeves to beat people.

There is no Sven in the poetry, and the fierce play of the boxing to the flesh.

Pain and pleading for the spring sleeves.

Wei Jingfeng does not need real yuan and Jianqi, relying solely on physical strength, he has turned over this group of rabble, letting them lie on the ground and inflating more air.

The trouble is very happy.

Then he glanced at the sly little punk and reached out to pull the man up.

Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, the man actually pulled him, and the breath of a sigh of relief ran into the veins, and it didn't hurt.

The Luhua girl gave them a jar of wine and took the iron lock to clean up the mess.

Yan Xing still hasn't recovered, only he even feels that he is dying.

Wei Jingfeng saw him like this. As an elder, he couldn’t help but tell him the truth of life.

"The little girl entered the threshold of practice and had to deal with a few of the three religions. It was just that there was a guest in the building. She was not good at shooting, so she waited to scare away the spectator. She just closed the door to teach them. You are on the rush. Nothing, don’t think about it, don’t have the ability or the mountain, how dare you open a shop in this street?”

After that, he first gave birth to the illusion that he was a good person.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xing did not regret it. He only asked, "I don't want to do it. It's my business. Does she have the ability or the mountain, what about me?"

Juggernaut is happy, I thought this kid is a bit interesting. It’s rare to be stupid and disregarding the consequences.

He was arbitrarily arrogant, and a flash of words blurted out. "I will accept you as an apprentice."

"why?"

Juggernaut poured himself a bowl of wine. "There is a saying that 'the chest is small and uneven, you can drink it, the world is not big, the non-sword can't be eliminated.', you follow me, learn something, and you will see the road in the future. Go up and find death."

Yan Xing looked at the delicate dagger in the waist and grinned.

"The sword is a hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites in this world than true gentlemen. I don't want to practice swords, and I don't want to be gentlemen. I want to learn swords and be a hero."

"Who said that it is a gentleman with a sword? A knife is also a good sword, and an artifact. The old man’s apprentice, what to learn, what to learn."

Yan Xing thought, I saw that you are a big man, not a mortal, but I have not promised, how can you become your apprentice?

Also, you are almost as big as me, how can you become an 'old husband'?

He also poured a bowl for himself. "I haven’t known what you call it for so long."

If the other party has a temperament with him, and the chat is pleasant, he is too lazy to ask.

"Wei is shocked."

Yan Xing almost fell down and once suspected that he had got it wrong. "What?"

The young boy’s 啪啪 slammed the short sword on the table. “Someone called me Juggernaut.”

*****

Yan Xing has always felt that his life is very good.

When I was a teenager, I worshiped Juggernaut and really worshipped Master, although Master is very different from the legend. After entering the road, I did a lot of things in the eyes of others. I didn’t die. Even under the sword of Lin Yuangui, you can fight back a life.

But until many years later, he still had confusion: Master is clearly not a scholar. Why did he meet him on the day, and it was a reference to the classics and a poem?

Where did he know that the day he was calculating the specific position of the double star in the house, Juggernaut came back from the school, had a fight with Mr. Zhang, and listened to a poem, and there was no room for suffocation.

When I was drinking alcohol, I saw him.

I also saw the shadow of my youth, blood, stupidity, and loneliness.

Yan Xing said that it is my business that I can't do it. Does she have the ability or the mountain to shut me down?

Wei Jingfeng thinks that what choices I make is my business. How does Tiandao arrange for me to shut down?

That's it.

The karma of the world is unclear. Yan Xing thought that Juggernaut had saved his life, but he did not know that he had helped Juggernaut.

Over the years, it was autumn rain, they still drink wine to see girls in the spring sleeves. The city's small gangsters have become the heroes of the unsuccessful, and the white man is still a teenager.

After Yin Yin was drunk and drunk, Wei Jingfeng said a lot with Yan Xing.

Speaking of Xing Xingyuan, talking about swords and talking about the number of stars.

At first, I patted the table and yelled at him. "I really don't worry. If you are like this, nine lives are not enough to die."

In the end, he said, "But don't change it..."

When Yin Yue was awake, Wei Feng got up and left, no nostalgia.

The Yanxing wine was drunk for half a month.

Fortunately, Wei Feng’s death came back after a lifetime, and all the words became daily teachings, not a last word.

Yan Xing can revisit the old things without shadows.

"Oh, my master said that like me, nine lives are not enough to die."

Song stunned, "Jian Sheng said right."

Yan Xing turned to look at him, his eyes full of smiles. "Is it right? In fact, there is another sentence behind it. 'After the old man left, find someone to cure you.' Is this right?"

"This...is right." Speaking of this, Song Yu hurriedly bid farewell, "Today's official document has not been read, and lost to Yandaoyou."

He jumped from the tree and walked to the main hall of the Qing Dynasty. There was a low laugh from the man behind him.

The night is dark, the tree shadows.

Even if a disciple hits a serious head and sits on a tree with a drunkard, he will feel that he is wrong.

In the night, this kind of thing in Qinglan Mountain is really a second time.

No one was embarrassed because of the consequences before the Qing Dynasty, Yan Xing did not know what was going on.

*****

The three disciples under the Juggernaut are a recognized prodigal son.

When the teenager became famous, the knife was cut off from the water, and the horizontal knife immediately indulged in drinking, a pair of spring peach eyes, and how many innocent girls were hooked.

But everyone who has seen him knows that he is neither passionate nor passionate. Even at some point, there are still some incomprehensible slowness.

It is really regrettable.

So when people heard that Yan Xing was thin and thin, he was interrupted by his legs. The first reaction is not true? I don't believe it, but... I finally waited for this day!

It’s not too big to watch the excitement, run away and tell you that you are happy than your own retreat.

Later, Yan Xing was drunk and boldly said that ‘people are sweeter’. Even more so that this thing is on the fire, everyone knows.

The Qingjian Jianpai advocates perseverance and is more loyal to the law.

Song Hao chased him and escaped, and ran across most of the south land.

At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was particularly embarrassed, all of them were drinking alcohol, and rumors were wrong. He is not a disciple at all.

Wait until the misunderstanding is solved, sit down and talk well, and the magic army will fight side by side after the invasion. After the war, he will talk long and he will finally realize that he is indeed a rogue.

As long as you see Song Hao, you want to be guilty.

The irrefutable facts are in front of you, and the strong wine does not carry this pot.

For this reason, he did not go to see Song Song for some time. When you are upset, look for a master to fight and find a four-master to play. Go down the mountain and find something new and interesting.

After a period of time, I woke up and found that I couldn’t do it at all. I had to make a heartbreak in the morning and evening, so I really wanted to see it and follow my heart.

Didn't move the manual foot, think about it, not particularly embarrassing. Yan Xing thinks like this.

Duan Chongxuan saw a little clue and didn't laugh at him.

The days go on like this. Years old.

Until Yan Xun wandered in the middle of the land, met Chen Yi under the mountain. This is not the first time they met, but they met with the past, and nodded differently.

Chen Yi said that the practice has reached the bottleneck. Since the fellow practitioners are martial arts, they are willing to fight with the king.

Yan Xing readily accepted.