The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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Yin Yue knows that he is now in this script, in other scripts, perhaps a non-mainstream teenager in the second phase, perhaps a full-fledged fashion trend guide.

But for the practitioners of this world, any problem with the body is a big deal. In particular, this kind of reason can not be found, I do not know whether there are symptoms of hidden dangers. Can cure and rule.

He didn't care about it at first, but the attitude of the master and the second sister was very cautious, otherwise he would not think of letting him come to the folding club.

Yin Yi didn't want to let Luo brothers worry, this is to say, "No need to cure, really nothing."

But maybe it’s too good for the moonlight tonight, maybe the lake and the mountains are too beautiful, maybe the eyes of Luo Mingchuan are too intolerant to refuse,

Yin Yue opened his mouth, but the words became, "Okay."

Luo Mingchuan laughed with relief.

The younger brother chose to trust him, just like the one he made his own peers under Yan Huafeng. There is nothing better than this.

Yin Yin thought about it and felt that if he couldn’t say it, he would worry more brothers.

Then go to Xingshan Temple.

The world is so big, let's go and see.

At the same time, in Yunyang City, thousands of miles away, under the same round of the bright moon, there is also a conversation.

It’s just that the moonlight is no longer gentle, but it’s a bit cold and cruel.

The two people who talked did not have the intention to think for each other.

But in the same way, the decisions made in these two conversations directly or indirectly determine the direction of the future world fate.

The communication still did not reach a consensus. Juggernaut faced the question of Mr. Zhang, but he just looked at the night sky and replied, "The future of this world will eventually be handed over to young people."

This sentence has some answers to the question, but Mr. Yuan understands what he means.

So I didn't continue this topic, but I took a few steps.

Three feet can be a distance between the courtesy and the defense between the enemies. But now, someone has broken this distance.

Just a few steps away, the atmosphere of the two people was wonderfully eased.

Mr. Zhang Yuan went to the stone case, put away the broken array, put on a set of half old tea sets, and made a request for the guests tonight.

Wei Jingfeng sat down without any outside.

They started drinking tea. On the good Junshan cloud tea.

Just like many years ago, when they were young.

"Let's put aside other things, let's leave your wounds first."

Juggernaut, as always, has no signs of injury at all. But Mr. Yuan said so, he did not deny it.

"What is the old man afraid of?"

The court smiled. "It is always trouble."

Yes, Juggernaut is not afraid of anything. Even if he is injured, it is only a sword to kill the one on the mountain.

However, if the news spreads out, many people will be tempted to think that they will go to the next moth to fight the fire.

Wei Jingfeng is not afraid of killing. Don't care about fame.

He murders without asking the right way, acting only by his heart.

But he is afraid of trouble. The current situation is very troublesome.

The starry star is still expanding, and the underlying monsters are inexhaustible. They sense that the soul is still alive, so they are born by the haze. For millions of years, it has continued to grow.

If you can't kill the root cause, these monsters will soon come out of the sky and devour all the flesh and blood.

The monsters are not magic repairs, they have no pain, and they do not need to practice exercises. You can improve your ability by simply swallowing.

Wei Jingfeng was the first saint after the "last law era." It is also the only saint in the world.

As a taboo of the practitioners, Qi Xingyuan only entered him. More than once.

From the first time he entered 500 years ago, Mr. Zhang began to deduct. Counted a catastrophe.

Juggernaut has not returned to the world for many years, and Mr. Jiayuan has done a lot of things for many years.

They don't feel how great they are doing, and they deserve to be respected by the world.

But the sky is going to collapse, and there must always be a tall one.

They just think that they are higher than others. So you should do this.

They have differences, but they are not wrong, but the method of choice is different.

But in the end, it was on the way to apostasy.

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When Yin Yueyue and Luo Mingchuan went down the mountain, the Xiaofeng remnant moon, the east side of the sea of ​​clouds was dyed into red gold by the rising radiance of the rising sun. The morning breeze, with the moisture of the vegetation and the coolness of the clouds, is refreshing.

They returned to Yecheng and the whole city was still immersed in a sweet dream.

The empty long street and the swaying wine tricks, the crisp bird songs and the chickens in the deep lane.

The roadside guys yawned and opened the shop door. The old couple pushed the wooden cart and set up the stalls early. The gap between the steamers and the white hot air.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan walked through the city, and neither of them spoke.

Like the noon and dusk that finished the test in the ring, they went to Qiuhu together. Inexplicable, Yin Yi feels very at ease.

Just like going home together.

When the two walked to the edge of the autumn lake, they suddenly felt wrong.

Duan Chongxuan is not at the lake, nor in the courtyard.

So early, the tea house did not open, where will he go?

Yin Yi raised his brow, Luo Mingchuan said, "Don't worry, there should be nothing."

The two were about to look for it, and they saw a boy wearing a splashing robes running over. The slightly wide robes made him look weak, just Cheng Tianyu.

Cheng Tianyu saw the expressions of the two people and said in a hurry. "Don't worry, Duan's brother was in the Wutongyuan retreat... I said that you should come back, let me say it."

Yin Yin puts his heart down, "Thank you."

Luo Mingchuan said sincerely, "Thank you, I am bothered."

Cheng Tianyu was a little embarrassed and shouted, "When you are not thankful. Brothers please come and see."

In fact, Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to suppress it, and when he returned to Qi Huafeng, he closed the barrier. However, after climbing, the mood is smooth, and there is a breakthrough, the atmosphere is unstable, and the pressure is exposed. The Qingjian Swords faction also had two people climbing the leaves. Song Song three people also waited at the foot of the mountain, just met Duan Chongxuan down the mountain, so he was invited to retreat to Wutongyuan.

Retreat is a big deal, Duan Chongxuan is not easy to believe in others, but this time he chooses to trust each other.

As the host of this folding festival, the Qingjian Jianpai has the strongest predecessors in Yecheng. Wutong Court, where the three brothers lived in Song Dynasty, is undoubtedly the safest place. Especially, I don’t know if Bao Puzong Zheng Zheng has left Yecheng.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan accompanied Tian Yu to the Wutong Court in the north of the city, thanked Song Song and Zhong Shan.

Song Wei was surprised that Luo Mingchuan broke through to the middle of the ride in the middle of the night and said hi to him, but did not ask.

They stood in the courtyard and said something for a while. Yin Yin looked at the confined door and could feel the breath of the people in the house rising, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura gathered. I am also pleased to think that the three small rides are here, and Zheng Zheng can come to a battle. If this is the case, it is safe to close.

Duan Chongxuan has to break through the barrier for at least four days. Although the Folding Flower Club is over, the Qingjian Swordsmen still have to do a lot of finishing work. I will not leave for a while.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yuyue also decided not to go with the people of Yanya Mountain two days later, but wait for Duan Chongxuan to break through the barrier and go together.

When they went down the mountain, only Luo Mingchuan had a broken barrier. Yin Yiyue and Duan Chongxuan were all condensed. But now, it will soon become two obstacles, a small ride.

This kind of practice speed can not be overestimated by leaps and bounds. Yin Yin thinks more and more, no wonder many practitioners like to travel to the world.

But Master, Master has been traveling for so many years, is there a place where he has not been to the world?

The Folding Flower Festival was over, and there were small sects left to leave Yecheng, and the disciples of Yanyashan also began to set off.

For the practitioners, there is nothing to clean up, mainly busy saying goodbye. Folding flowers will not only come to compete with the test scores, but also get to know the disciples of other martial art. This time, the next practice is unpredictable, and I don’t know if I have a chance to meet again.

On the day of the song pile, I ate the lotus leaf glutinous rice chicken. Tonight, I was going to ask He Wei and Xiao Xiaolian to have a banquet in the Taihe upstairs.

However, they were unanimously rejected by the two. "It is not as good as the night market in the city!"

So the three girls sat on the side of the road where people came and went, holding a half-old white porcelain bowl for fishing.

It’s a pity that the pile of smoke is placed there, and the roadside stalls are also better than others. The neighboring table is filled with soup.

The three people ate all the way, and finally lie on the roof of the autumn lake to see the moon.

He Wei said, "I feel that it is imperative to marry you first."

The song is not convinced, "Why? I am in my life, my mother is not in a hurry!"

He squatted. "You think about it, plus your buddies, four people can still make a table of mahjong, squat together, and the light is left to eat..."

Xiaoli Lian was originally immersed in the sad atmosphere of the parting, listening to her and immediately laughing.

The world is full of banquets, the moon is on the sky, and the clear light falls on the roof.

Qudun smoke stood up, the clothes fluttered, and the face was caged in a faint silver glow, like the fairy of the moon palace.

She said, "You remember to write to me, and you can pass on the jade. I can receive it as long as I pass it to the Emperor."

Yan Xiaolian's eyes are slightly red, "must."

He sighed and said, "Who has the leisure time!" While standing up, he felt sore.

The next day, dawn, the people of the ancestors set off for the mainland. At noon, the disciples of Yanyashan also bid farewell to Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yu and left Yecheng.

At dusk, several big sects have not yet left, except for the Emperor Baozong and the Qingjian Swordsmen. The rest have already set off for the mountain.

There are fewer foreign practitioners, and Ye Cheng seems to have returned to the way Yin Yin and the three just entered the city.

During the entire Folding Festival, the security in the city was exceptionally strict, and the Black Guards continued to patrol every day, and now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

This day, Chong Xuan went out.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan came to Wutong Court early in the morning. Five people stood in the courtyard staring at the door.

Finally, waiting for the atmosphere in the room to calm down, Duan Chongxuan pushed the door out, the whole person was fascinated, such as a new look.

He saluted the five people in front of him and thanked them for their kindness.

A few people saw him successfully break the barrier and laughed with relief. Cheng Tianyu happy to say hi to him. Even Zhongshan, who has always had no expression, has a softer face.

Duan Chongxuan discovered that Luo Mingchuan also broke through, so there was a joy in Wutongyuan, such as the spring.

At this time, they still do not know that the current Yecheng cloud is bleak, filled with the depression and panic of the mountain rain.

Because the city is dead.

It was the death of the last night. In Shiyang Lane, Nanjie, there is no body. The only thing that can be used as a basis for judgment is the blood stains left in the stone. There is also the magic of cutting the bluestone.

If it is in the East Land of the Devil, this happens every day.

But here, you can avoid the predecessors who are strong, even the eyes and ears of Yecheng.

This is a terrible thing.

The entire southeast has not seen the trace of the magic repair for nearly a hundred years.