Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2937: The path of confession

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"Refining, give me refining."

The peak of 'Fairy Maiden Peak' in the next month, full of Ye Chen's roar, is really mad, mobilizing the source at any cost, without refining the broken sword and small fragments, then it will not stop.

Because of his madness, no one dares to bother.

The mountain seems to have become a forbidden area. All the women came up and talked. The husband and father, no matter which identity, were enough to make him crazy, as if this mission had become an immortal. Obsession.

This night, Ye Fan walked out of the room, holding Yang Lan ’s card, and quietly left 'Fairy Maiden Peak'. Before leaving, he also glanced at Ye Chen.

He went to the direction of Zhuxian Town. He wanted to send Yang Lan ’s card to Yang ’s house. He also had to take Yang Lan ’s card to ask the deceased father-in-law and mother-in-law.

His walk, Ji Ningshuang is not blocked, go out or go around, if time can weather the memory, then use the vicissitudes of the sea to soften this pain.

On the second day, Ye Ling also left, leaving a letter with the cloak she gave her.

At night, her white hair fluttered, and her back was engraved with vicissitudes that were not quite her age.

She first came to Heavenly Profound Sect and entered Lingxiao Hall.

Om! Buzz!

Ling Xiao Dian trembles, seems to be puzzled, but also seems to be distressed. Ye Ling did not do this when he left. How could the little girl with the bounce and the ancient spirit become like this. Without its origin, it has become a common bloodline.

It's nothing. It's mainly her figure, which is full of injuries and sorrows. What kind of blow was this caused? This is so embarrassing.

"Mother, Linger is gone."

"Maybe for many years, will not come back."

Ye Ling arched his hand and bowed to Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. There were tears in the corners of his eyes before turning slowly.

She left, wearing a cloak and a cloak, just like a tourist, went out of the heavens and entered the vast starry sky, leaving only a weak back, and as she said, there will be a long period of time. Spend time in Hongchen, I do not know when it will be back.

Behind them, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling also had tears in their eyes. Although they were sleeping, they seemed to be heard and felt, and their young Ye Ling should have been hit. .

Hey!

Donghuang Taixin stood on the top of the mountain and sighed. It was here that she watched Ye Fan leave, and now it is also here that watched Ye Ling leave.

One child and one daughter of Ye Chen, one hurt and one guilty. Once he left, he would not go home for many years.

He knows that Ye Chen knows that his children know that Ye Fan went to Zhuxian Town, and Ye Ling went to more places than Ye Fan.

As he expected.

Three days later, Ye Ling entered an ancient star and entered a Spirit Mountain.

That's Tang Sanshao's family. She is not far away, she came to worship Sanshao.

Hey!

Seeing that it was Ye Ling, the father of San Shao sighed and left silently.

In front of San Shao ’s tombstone, only Ye Ling was left, and he took off his cloak and showed his white hair.

"Three young people, sorry."

Her words were still so choked with tears in her eyes, and there seemed to be a picture: there was a little black fat man, like a fart, who followed behind her all day and clamored to marry her As her younger brother, she willingly walked back and forth with her, doing some deceitful acts.

He is gone now, she killed.

So far, I still remember the three young men, and the attachment when holding her leg is still reluctant to let go.

In front of the grave, the musk burned, and the smoky smoke obscured her eyes and her mind.

Perhaps for a moment, the little black fat man named Tang Sanshao really walked into her heart.

But she, I do n’t know if it ’s love or not, only knowing that he is dead, she will cry. In the endless years to come, she will remember his name.

She was gone in the moonlight.

Hey!

The father of San Shao watched her away, and sighed again, not to blame Ye Ling, that was not her fault. , Fell in love with someone who should not love.

Entering the starry sky again, Ye Ling wore a cloak again.

She reappeared as another ancient star.

In front of a mansion, there is white silk waving, there are funerals in the mansion, the deceased was killed by her, she came here, she came to repent, she wanted to kill and stab, she all bear it.

Because she is the daughter of Ye Chen.

There are some things she needs to face, and she will never humiliate her father ’s reputation.

It took a long time to see the man from the mansion and invited her in.

It was still in front of a tomb. She bowed her hand to worship the dead and to confess to the family of the deceased. Just like Ye Fan, the humble cannot be humble.

"Little friends, don't blame you."

The main family is still reasonable, not looking at the face of Ye Chen, but this scourge. It is indeed not Ye Ling ’s fault, but the evil made by Zhu Xianjian.

"Thank you ... Senior."

Ye Ling is another ceremony and leaves silently.

One day later, she entered a continent.

"Go away, the Wang family does not welcome you."

"Your father is a Eucharist and we can't afford it."

"The daughter of the emperor, high above, you do n’t need to kill to kill."

Before entering the fairy mountain, a person rushed out of the mountain, which was a face of hatred.

Not everyone is reasonable. Too many people are abused and the tone is yin and yang. The ignorant juniors are too much. They throw stones at the distance and hit the weak girl one by one.

Ye Ling stood quietly, unable to move through the thunder, letting a piece of gravel hit him, like a person who was dragged to the street and was spurned by the world.

"His fuck."

The old man who secretly followed, and when he picked up the guy, he rushed out, not looking at the face of the monk, and looking at the face of the Buddha. Fortunately, Ye Chen rescued the heavens more than once. Everyone owed him a great affection. After being treated in this way, looking at the real nest fire, a group of people who don't know how to repay their graces have been kicked by donkeys. The real murderer is Zhu Xianjian, but not Xiaoye Ling. There is a way to find Zhu Xianjian to do it.

"Mo go out."

The old man is also there, and he is holding the old man.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to blaze."

"What will Xiaoye Ling do, Ye Chen will not know? Knowing but not stopping, it is enough to prove his meaning, not seeing the ugliness of the world, and not being able to see the Hongchen, she will not be able to reach the peak of Grand Dao. It will be a kind of tempering. There are certain things that need to be experienced personally in order to be truer. Ye Ling dares to come, that is, he will not insult his father ’s reputation, and the crushed stones will be the Tao in his years. Traces. "

"Although I do n’t know what you ’re talking about, the old man thought ... you ’re right."

Dilao took a deep breath, and the guy withdrew it back to storage bag. When looking at Xiao Yeling, he couldn't bear to look directly.

The petite figure is already in disarray, like a little beggar, standing in front of the immense fairy mountain, begging for something with the humblest gesture.

Boom! Rumble!

Suddenly, there was thunder, dark clouds over the sky, and thunder and lightning.

It's raining.

I do n’t know if it ’s a ruthless rain, or a rain of pity. It took three days to wash the world, but it could n’t wash the dirt of the world.

All the people who came out of the fairy mountain are gone.

Ye Ling was the only one left in the rain, still standing there quietly, letting the heavy rain drown and stand still.

This time, I can't bear to be old again.

However, the two of them did not come out after all.

"Wang's home, right! I remember."

Dao Lao hates, I do n’t know if your **** is attacking, or when the floods are messing up, is your family so arrogant and arrogant, and has received so much affection from the Eucharist? Anymore?

On the fourth day, Ye Ling left silently.

Her journey was extremely long. She walked through the stars, entered the ancient stars, and repented all the way.

The deceased ’s home, with understanding, verbal abuse, and anger, all bear one by one.

I don't know how long it will be for her to go, maybe it's March or May, maybe it's three or five years.

Her confession, not as the daughter of the Eucharist, but as Ye Ling, walked for too long and too long, covered with dust, and every step she took was a trace of years.

Your father, the best years, are all on the road.

Maybe, she stood too high, and she was honored at birth. I do n’t know what a firework is on earth.

"That's ... Ye Ling?"

A starry sky in the west, the fierce fighting body and Zhang Zifan stopped suddenly, staring at the little Qianying from afar, dazed.

I have n’t seen Ye Ling in three years, and I do n’t want to meet in the starry sky. Looking at this moment, I feel distressed.

Ye Ling in the past, a brilliant smile, and an ancient spirit.

Now she, like the vicissitudes of the past, is like a vicissitudes of life, wearing a cloak, but can't hide her fluttering white hair.

Zhang Zifan did n’t say a word, only sighed silently, as if guessing what Ye Ling was doing, the daughter of the Eucharist was not wrong, but in three or five years, it would be a nirvana for her, and she would realize Through Grand Dao.

Ye Ling moved away, the fierce fighting body followed, and Zhang Zifan was forced.

This way, they looked too clear and distressed. On several occasions, when Ye Ling was insulted by the world, the fierce fighting body almost ran away. If Zhang Zifan was pulling, I do n’t know how many families and martial arts will be killed , Or Zhang Zifan read thoroughly.

There is such a way that Ye Ling needs to go by herself. Although it is long, it will be a little bit of peace of mind. What Ye Ling lacks is not the source, but the tenacity under guilt. She needs to cross the hurdle of the soul.

"I don't know how distressed the holy body should be."

"You think that the Eucharist is invisible?"

Zhang Zifan said, turning around silently.

I don't know which day, Ye Ling entered a mortal ancient star, and entered a mortal town in the ancient star: Zhuxian Town.

This should be her. For the first time in this town of Zhuxian, when the night was quiet, she stood outside the Yang Family Mansion. It hasn't moved for a long time. Here, it is the root of Xiao Yang Lan.

Ye Ling's journey finally came to a post.

Bathed in the moonlight, she sealed herself as a cultivator, transformed herself into an ordinary person, and found the small garden where his father had lived, then wiped the dust off the table. From the bottom of the bed, she found out the father ’s fortune telling Line header.

The next day, in front of the dilapidated divination table, there was an additional white-haired little scholar with a clear eyebrow, and he did not like words, and the text was quiet.

It's Ye Ling, dressed as a man. She's going back to her father's road in Zhuxian Town.