The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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The more Yin Yin deliberately restrained, the wine was sober. Avoid the embarrassment of language after drunk.

On the second day, the two set off in the morning, and the morning light was in the midst of it. Yin Yin finally looked at the gate of Yecheng.

The black brick wall, the bronze gate, is magnificent.

He thought, maybe a few years later, it was a coincidence, and there was a time to revisit the old place.

From Yecheng to Xingshan Temple, crossing the Muxiang Mountain Range is much closer than the Nanluguan Road.

Due to the sensation of the magic work in the previous two days, the village at the foot of the Xiangxiang Mountain was exceptionally quiet, and the villages at the foot of the Xiangxiang Mountain were particularly quiet. The roads were closed and the road was empty.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan entered the mountain. Since the fall of the South China Sea this autumn, the wind and rain have continued. The soil in the mountains is soft and humid, and the branches and leaves of the forest cover the sky.

There is no bright daylight in summer time, only the misty mist is left. If you are not a practitioner, you can hardly see three feet.

The two walked on the rugged mountain roads, and the pace was not bad, but the mountain views on both sides rushed back. At this time, their cultivation was much higher than that of Panlongling. Even if they were walking in a leisurely manner, they could shrink to the ground and travel hundreds of miles.

When it arrived, the endless Musk Mountain Range was halfway through.

The sky was getting dark, and Luo Mingchuan stopped. "Stay in the mountains for a night, let's go tomorrow morning."

Yin Yue is naturally no objection.

In accordance with the regular work schedule, nighttime is more accustomed to meditating, or meditation practice.

The mountainous area of ​​Muxiang Mountain is not steep, but it is somewhat beautiful and secluded. The naturally formed caves are also very easy to find.

The moonlight appeared at the beginning, but it was isolated by the staggered branches. Only a faint silver light blew down, illuminating a small piece of rock at the edge of the cave.

The cloud boots stepped on the wet, soft soil, but suddenly stopped.

Yin Yin looked back and looked down. Luo Mingchuan looked calm, just grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

So he released his knowledge and floated into the cave, but there was nothing in the dark.

The more Yin Yin, the more suddenly he was alert.

A cave in the mountains, perhaps a spider web, vines, insects, and even beasts, nothing else.

Unless there are people inside.

If they are the same practitioners, they have the Lord here, and they have to find another place.

But Luo Mingchuan felt the magic.

Because the spirit is different, Yin Yue’s knowledge of the gods is far stronger than his own realm, so he sinks his heart and feels it.

It is indeed a magical interest. It is different from the coldness seen in the autumn lake. This scorpion is more violent and violent, and it is also rich in blood and suffocation.

The monks and the monks have been grievous for millions of years, and they have already reached the point of endless death. Today, even if you are not a singer and a Juggernaut, you are just an ordinary practitioner. If you have the power of a battle, you will not stand idly by.

Yin Yiyue’s right hand subconsciously holds the hilt.

Luo Mingchuan stopped him.

Then the voice said, "There is only one magical repair inside, the realm is not as good as me, the younger brother stays outside the hole, don't come in."

Yin Yi is no longer pulling the sword, and decided to do it according to his brother's method.

Shooting yourself, maybe it will drag the brother's hind legs.

Luo Mingchuan saw him nod and took a step in the cave, and the figure disappeared in place.

Yin Yin is very close to him, but there is no feeling of real fluctuations.

At this time, his god's knowledge drifted into the cave, and he could feel the magical overflow in the depths of the cave, but he could not feel the existence of Luo Mingchuan.

Luo Mingchuan laid a layer of 'barrier' in his body.

His Garland technique has been cultivated to the third level. Not only can you see through other people's methods, but you can also let yourself not be seen.

At this time, the realm he showed was not condensed, the pace was messy, and the breath was unstable. It was like a normal practitioner who hurriedly rushed for a day and went to the cave to spend the night. Tired and unprepared.

Dark caves, the moonlight can't come in.

In the depths of the cave, the sound of water droplets hitting the rock was very clear and the echo was endless.

Some of the methods of magical cultivation require suffocation, some require fresh flesh and blood, and some require carrion and bone.

Darkness is the most natural shade, and the boundless magic, such as the tide of the sea.

Luo Mingchuan stood in the cave and seemed to have no idea. It was only the color of doubt, and it supported the rough and damp rock wall.

If he is really a condensed god, he can't afford a trace of the real thing at this time.

Perhaps because the realm of the comers is low, the magic is not too cautious.

Under the cover of the magical interest, one of the arms in the black robe jerked out, and the five fingers were like iron hooks, and straightened to his neck!

Only heard the sound of the wind, Luo Mingchuan at the last moment, actually avoided the attack sideways!

At this time, the distance between the two is very close, and Luo Mingchuan’s waist is sinking!

"铮-"

The other party did not hesitate to take a step back when he felt the crisis!

It’s just that Luo Mingchuan’s sword was too unexpected, and it’s been a long time ago. The power of the small rider was under pressure and completely sealed off all his retreats!

Under the silver sword, the man suddenly raised his hand, but did not go to Luo Mingchuan, but to his chest!

He was kicked out by the palm of the line like a broken kite in the wind, slamming into the wall!

"boom--"

The huge impact caused the entire cave to shake.

The suicide-like hand caused him to be seriously injured, and the ribs of the chest were broken. But it also gave him an unparalleled speed, retreating from the sword of Luo Mingchuan!

Compared to the two, this is already the lightest injury.

Luo Mingchuan was slightly surprised, and he could not think of the determination of the other person to have a broken wrist. He did not hesitate to start.

Only after a myriad of battles between life and death can this terrible battle instinct be formed.

But he didn't stop at all, he had to fight again!

At this moment, a sword light hit the hole, such as lightning to open the night sky, and instantly illuminate the entire cave.

Also illuminate the cold-browed brow of the white-haired boy holding the sword.

Yin Yi and Yue Fang felt the sorrow of the sorrow, and the heart hangs high. I heard the roar of the hole, and I saw that half of the mountain wall was shaking, and my heart was shocked. I pulled the sword into the cave without thinking.

Luo Mingchuan Yu Guang saw that Yin Yin came in, and Jian Feng subconsciously slowed down. But this interval of interest is enough to make the opponent with keen intuition to disappear in place.

The surrounding area has been infested with magical interest, and the heavens and the earth are blocked. Yin Yin is more restricted by the realm, the real yuan is running stagnation, and the sword is not open.

Fang Cai’s sword fell through, and when he waited for the momentum, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, such as a sharp bone!

It was too late to turn back, Yin Yue went back and stabbed back with a sword, but only saw the white shadow disappeared, and he was pushed out by a gentle force.

Go straight back to the hole and stop.

I was shocked that there was no sharp blade at all, but it was a solid killing.

Looking at it, Luo Mingchuan stood in his position.

Shen Zhou nailed people to the ground through the heart of the man.

Thick **** suffocation filled the entire cave.

Everything is only between the electric and the flint, from Yin Yin to the magic repair, but the dust is settled.

Yin Yin went up and saw the large black blood of the black robe overflowing, and the white face remained on the twisted expression.

Luo Mingchuan took out the sword and splashed the blood. His hand was steady and his face was faint.

The body collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a white bone. The black blood leaked into the soil and there was no trace.

"Brothers..."

Luo Mingchuan turned his head and saw Yin Yin looking at him in the same place. His eyes were empty and his face was lonely.

He was shocked, was he scared to the younger brother?

Yin Yin lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the right arm of Luo Mingchuan holding a sword, where there was a slight wound. The blood has stopped, but there is still a black magical, lingering.

He said, "Brother, you are hurt."

Luo Mingchuan let go of his heart and smiled. "The flesh hurts, it's okay."

He really ran for a week, the magic had dissipated, and the wound healed completely. Only a small piece of blood was immersed in the white robe. If you don't pay attention to it in the dark night, you won't find it.

Yin Yin licked his mouth and did not speak.

If it wasn’t for himself that he didn’t have the rules in the end, Luo Mingchuan wouldn’t be hurt because he looked after him.

"Okay, let's go."

Yin Yiyue took up his wrist by Luo Mingchuan and walked out of the cave.

Follow the sound of water and walk to a stream.

Under the silver moonlight, the meandering stream flows over the rocks, and the silver-like drops of water splash on the moss on the edge of the stream.

Luo Mingchuan began to wash his sword and smiled.

"Teacher, you are doing very well. I can't do it as good as you are."

Yin Yin still did not speak.

He knows that the brother is comforting himself.

But he still feels that he is too useless.

Just like every x-point text, following the protagonist, the experience is silly x teammates, and finally the main character is injured.

He is eager to become stronger again, just like the night he came back from the school, and in such a clear moonlight, he wants to master his own life.

Powerful to at least Lo Mingchuan when playing against people, you can stay by the side, not worrying where you can't see the battle. Further, you can fight side by side instead of becoming his weakness.

Luo Mingchuan saw such a dull younger brother for the first time.

In the past, although the teacher did not talk much, but he has been able to perceive his emotions for a long time.

The younger brother worried about him, which made Luo Mingchuan’s heart flow like a warm, warm and proper. But it is also more self-blaming - if you are stronger, strong enough to retreat and not hurt, the younger brother will not be saddened.

Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Yue in the meditation, and did not know how to open his mouth.

The ghost made it worse. He had lifted his hand to wash the sword and directly pinched the boy’s face.

The tentacle is delicate and smooth, and the fine silk can't be one ten thousandth.

With the moistness of the cold stream, like the white jade immersed in ice water.

Yin Yin felt a cold face, and looked up at Luo Mingchuan with a shocked look.

His surprised expression with wide eyes made Luo Mingchuan laugh out directly. After pinching it twice, I let go of my hand. "Teacher, if you are not happy again, I will continue to pinch your face!"

Yin Yin immediately squinted. I felt too tweaked and hurriedly put my hand down.

While squinting at the eyes, I thought I was very serious and said, "Brother! I will crown in two years! It is not a child!"

The implication is that you can't pinch his face like a child.

Luo Mingchuan coughed and said, "Yes, the brother knows."

He put his hand behind his back and gently rubbed his fingertips as if he still had a soft touch.

However, after a while, Yin Yin was no longer dull and renewed his spirit.

He was really shocked, because in memory, Luo Mingchuan had never joked with people, and faded away from the usual manner of being polite, as if ... more real and lively.

But no matter what kind of brother, it is his brother.

And I will be stronger and stronger, just like my brother.

*********

Ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Xingshan Temple, as one of the 'Bumen Double Temples', talks about inheritance and orthodox Dharma, and is above the Temple of the Sky. It is the sacred place that the Buddha of the world is yearning for.

The place closest to the Buddha in the world.

However, this is not a magnificent hall, nor a magnificent Buddha Pavilion. It is just a remote Zen room.

The ancient beams are eclipsed, and the faint lights are extinguished.

Sitting in front of the case, the old man who mourned the beads, described the dry, eyebrows and compassion.

He placed the paper basket on the jumping candlelight, and instantly became a fly ash. The night wind poured in the window was blown away, and the trace was hard to find.

Just as he has been practicing Buddha for many years, the world is like a cloud.

The gray robe standing beside him was screaming and saying, "Uncle Shi..."

The old man announced a Buddha number and slowly said, "There is a Buddha's heart, killing people and saving people are compassion. Mr. and the innocent masters also make the same choices with me."

The young monk lowered his eyes. "The disciple is taught."