Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 12: All minds

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The sword light on the head is cut, and the ghost is devouring people, and the body is inevitable.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and accelerated the fall!

Compared with Yijian Chuanxin, she would rather fall into the mud first, even if she was destined to die, she would have to struggle for a while, even if the death was more ugly, as long as she could live for a moment, she did not hesitate.

She doesn't just live for herself, there are so many people who care about her, and people who care about her.

A **** rain along the way, being brave and fierce for a while is no longer her final choice.

Fall! The sound of the wind, the light and shadow on all sides, behind him, the ghost of the German king, greeted him with a **** mouth without a tongue.

"Hey!"

Suddenly the waist tightened, and the body stopped, but instead of falling into the stinky black muddy flow as imagined, he still stayed in the air.

Meng Fuyao opened his eyes and saw a black and red shell roaring down from the top.

The wind came so fast and so violently that Meng Fuyang's hair spread out at once, his eyes couldn't be opened, the wind blew on his face, and even his breathing was choked.

The black and red breeze rushed straight towards her, and didn't stop when he approached her, a red light flashed in his hand with a "pop".

With a single sword, he clung to the ghost of the King of Germany and smashed the fang dancing claw behind Meng Fu Yao!

Whoever you are, and what you are, a great ghost, as long as you touch Meng Fu and shake a finger, you will kill!

Meng Fuyao took a sigh of relief, and was about to reach out to pull him, when someone suddenly flew up. At the same time, a white shadow, facing her, swept down from the cliff.

Different from the soaring black shadow that rushed like a gust of wind just now, this white shadow is swift and light, and the movement is generally neat, like a dagger with the sharpest lines, the smoothest and most in line with the human body’s mechanics, to minimize air resistance. The way of that, instantly split the darkness without hindrance.

Like a sharp scissors to meet the black fine silk, cut it down, "chi".

Only in that flash, the gorgeous man with red glaze eyes and red lips silently appeared in front of Meng Fuyao, a long sword clinging to his elbow flashed brightly, banging the flying swords all the way Cut off, countless sharp sword-point fragments flew out in the air, like broken petals of a camellia, flying in the gray-black mist.

The unique way of using the sword, the streamlined beautiful figure.

Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly became slightly wet.

The man leaped in front of him, stretched out his hand, raised his hand under him, and the two great handshakes worked together perfectly, and threw Meng Fuyao who was about to say hello.

At the moment of this throw, Meng Fuyao broke through the boundless gray and black and saw the light above, but how could she stay out of the matter, turning over in mid-air and thinking about going down, suddenly stretched out a hand from above and pulled her wrist. She pulled over.

Meng Fuyao landed on the ground with a bang, and suddenly felt that the feeling of being down to earth is really good. The next moment she widened her eyes and said in amazement: "Yunhen, Yao Xuntiecheng, why are you all here..."

The three people glanced at her, did not speak, and saw that they were very angry with her. Meng Fuyao was helpless, he knew what was wrong, but he was not in the mood to please, and was bored there, thinking for a while: "I still Go down, that thing is difficult to deal with."

"Don't go." Yunhen held her, "Brother Zhan has a way to break the formation, but you will distract them."

"Huh?" Meng Fu raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Zhan said that his master used to pass through the first two formations of the four realms when he was idle and knows the key to breaking the Jiuyou formation." Yunhen said, "Although this formation is now more powerful and has more swords Ya, but the method should be similar."

"What way?" Meng Fuyao was startled to think about the **** Jiuyou, driving out all the ghosts that have been killed in the life of the person who entered the formation. These things can't be killed or killed, even if the heart is not bewitched by the heart. And death will be endlessly stalked and killed. How can it be broken?

The two emperors killed more people than themselves, right? He is almost exhausted, what reason does he have to escape?

Those souls never die, right?

Thinking about this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my heart, and a thought passed vaguely, but it was too fast to catch.

Probably because the thought was too terrifying, the consciousness was automatically blocked.

Meng Fuyao's heart just thumped, and a white shadow flashed in front of him, Zong Yue swept up, and his **** clothes were also cut in several places. The sword formation underneath is indeed infinitely powerful, and Zong Yue is the number one in the world. The killer, the top masters of swordsmanship, almost all came to light.

"Why did you come up?" Meng Fuyao looked at him in amazement, and before he had time to ask how Zhan Beiye was, he suddenly felt his body vibrate. The ground that had just been solidified was also changing suddenly, gradually showing a jagged cliff face. And the stench and the tumbling mud flow came again.

They are still in the door of death, they have not broken the formation, the Nine Nether Formation repeats itself, as long as they are not broken, they will never stop!

Meng Fuyao's face changed, he leaped up and took a look. Under the cliff, a black figure was like a flag against the wind. It rolled up and shot straight down, and there were countless struggling ghosts, U-turns, broken arms, and chest blood. The cavernous, the whole body is broken into pieces...mattered and scattered, crooked and slanted, crying, whistling and wailing, surging wildly towards Zhanbei!

Zhan Beiye is in the air, unable to retreat, and will be dragged by the ghost——

Meng Fuyao just about to run down——

Zhan Beiye suddenly shouted:

"If you want me to die, you will succeed!"

"Ha!"

The scarlet sword light swept across the neck, and there was a sigh of glow like a morning glow. The blood in the Huaguang was more brilliant than the sword aura, and it flew out, drew a surprise rainbow in the gray and black mist!

Before the startling rainbow dissipated, Zong Yue waved his sleeves, and a white horse flew out in the mist.

The banner of Bailian trembles in the wind, and is dyed with bright blood. Below Bailian, a black shadow splashing with blood falls quickly!

Meng Fuyao exclaimed and blocked his throat!

She went blank for a moment, and froze there.

Pushing on the edge of the cliff, she saw the black shadow fall, and the ghosts immediately laughed and screamed and rushed to squeeze up, wrapped the black shadow in it, biting and squeezing into a ball, some of them couldn't get up. Yes, he squeezed his head and flew his legs and exploded his eyes...The black river kept tumbling and tumbling, until the black shadow was torn into pieces, the ghost finally fulfilled its wish, one by one gradually sinking into endless infinity In the Nether River.

The black mud river returned to calm, and the ground shaking gradually ceased. When the last ghost bubbled above the river and sank completely, there was a loud boom from all sides.

Meng Fuyao shook his body on the flat ground. Suddenly, he felt that all sides shone brightly and his breath became cold. Then he saw the white snow beneath him. The two sides stood thousands of feet, and the wind and snow roared around him. It was the valley just now.

The first burst, Jiuyou, broke.

The formation broke, Meng Fuyao was limp on the ground without any joy, struggling to get up, shouting: "War Beiye——War Beiye——"

She yelled desperately, her voice echoing in the empty valley, hitting the mountain wall, and the mountains were full of "War North Field, North Field, North Field..."

No one answered from all sides. Zong Yue and Yun Hen beside him looked at her quietly. The air is so cold and quiet, the mountains are silent, and the valley is silent, as if the ghosts were approaching in the Nine Nether Array just now. One scene never happened.

Meng Fuyao sat there blankly, thinking about the scene again and again for a long time, but suddenly jumped up for a long while and cursed: "War Beiye, get out of here! You won't come out again, in this life I I don’t know you again!"

Someone suddenly laughed behind him.

Immediately there was a warm and clear voice saying: "Hey, it's really stingy."

Meng Fu shook his head and banged out without a punch, angrily: "You bastard! Scary don't bring this!"

The man stretched out his hand to take her punch, and he shook his palm and refused to relax. Meng Fuyao didn't make a move. When she was exhausted, there was still strength to pull and pull with Zhan Beiye, eyebrows Angrily said: "Let go!"

The warm hand holding her palm paused, and gently stroked the slender fingers in her palm with nostalgia, and finally let go, Meng Fu shook his head and glared.

Behind him, amidst the snow, the handsome man in black and red robe had dark eyebrows like iron, bright and bright. He looked at her deeply, without giving in or apologizing, and said: "Shuyao, I just I want to... see how you feel sad for me."

I want to see how you are worried and sad for me, seeing you frowning for me, worrying for me, and worrying in my eyes.

I know... maybe only this time in my life.

So I know that I shouldn't make you anxious, and I am still selfish at that moment, wanting to get a clearer look at your eyes at this moment, and it will last forever in the years to come.

I want to use this day-to-day review to tell myself that you will always have my place in your heart.

Meng Fuyao was silent, raised his face, and staggered Zhan Beiye's scorching eyes.

This brave and bright man.

This fiery Emperor Han.

Since the first encounter in Zhuma in the dense forest of Taiyuan, and now in the four realms of the firmament, we have met again. This may have been the last time we met in her life. She knew it, and he knew it.

At this moment, all the laughter and curse pretending to be utterly complete, can no longer conceal the desolation that comes from the realization in their eyes.

She grinned reluctantly, and changed the subject: "How did you know this broke the law? It turned out to be the same as it really is."

"You must tie the bell to untie the bell," Zhan Beiye said with a smile, "Ghost formation, isn't obsession is revenge? Then let them die. Once the wish is gone, the grievance will dissipate, and the formation will collapse. When my master rushed into the battle, he killed people all his life, entangled the group of ghosts unbearably. In his anger, he felt that being entangled to death by the ghosts was really shameless, so he went back to wipe his neck with the knife, but found that the neck was wiped, and the group of **** had returned Go down, then I know that it was so broken."

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but smile: "Oh? Lord Lei Dong broke through this period, why is no one in the rivers and lakes heard?"

"Of course he can't really wipe his neck, so he killed himself with a chicken he was going to barbecue, and made a blindfold." Zhan Kitano laughed loudly, "It's not very pleasant to say, the teacher said. It’s the shame of my life, so I never said it to the outside world."

He laughed all the time when he spoke, trying to use his brightness to break through the depression at the moment, breaking through the bright and bright Meng Fusao's eyebrows. However, the unpredictable road and the pool of blood are always weighing down on Meng Fushao's heart. She is Always try to be brighter, the smile is still pale.

Zhan Beiye gradually couldn't laugh, he sighed silently, and turned around.

Meng Fu shook his gaze, and slowly turned around Zong Yue and Yunhen. Seeing them, he couldn't be said to be unhappy, but in that joy, he was still helpless.

The two of them are silent, one stands with hands behind, the other sits cross-legged, the other stands alone, and the other looks at the distant void. Their eyes are no longer on her, but they are everywhere. Surrounded.

The ends of the world are only beside her.

Whether she hits the water three thousand soaring upwards, or falls into the **** with a horizontal sword, whenever and wherever, the men at the pinnacle of the world will always be by her side, regardless of their status changes or ignorance of power and desire.

These... people who love her.

I didn't want to be involved in any obstacles in my life, but I owed a debt of affection that I could never pay back forever. I kept my pen in my heart, but it was destined to let them hit the city.

Her thoughts are already deep into the bones, written in the movements in her eyes, without the need for words to be distinct.

At this moment, the silence is too melancholy, Meng Fu shook his head, and silently held out Lord Yuan Bao, took a look, "Ah" tears fell.

Master Yuan Bao stiffened his belly, his fur was dim, his whole body was not warm at all, and he seemed to be dead.

Meng Fuyao stared straight at his eyes, staring at Lord Yuan Bao, tears condensed into ice in the corners of his eyes silently.

"Mouse...Mouse...Don't..." She murmured, "Don't...Don't...Don't show it to me..."

The tears fell like ice beads, and they dinged on the condensed dull fur.

Putting Master Yuan Bao on his face, feeling the slight coldness on his cheeks, Meng Fuyao's tone was already imploring: "You get up, you get up, don't you scold me very well? You are not very Do you like to incite me? Get up, get up, in the future you will be up to you to scold me and incite me..."

The tears dripped cracklingly and fell on the corner of the snow-colored robe. It was Zong Yue who sat over, and Meng Fuyao's eyes brightened, as if he had met great hope, he turned around and grabbed his shirt: "Zong Yue, Zong Yue, You are the world's genius doctor, save Yuanbao, save Yuanbao——"

Zong Yue's gaze fell on her severed finger, then slowly glanced at Master Yuan Bao, and said lightly: "I am not a veterinarian."

Meng Fuyao stared at him in a daze, and released her hand for a while, but Zong Yue grabbed her hand and said, "Where is your finger? Before the formation is activated, I will find a way to connect it. "

"Forget it." Meng Fuyao withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "If it is broken, it will be broken. How many things can be broken in this world? Why should I make an exception?"

She had an indifferent tone and empty eyes. Zong Yue looked at the expression in her eyes and was shocked. Just as she was about to say something, Zhan Beiye whispered: "Who!"

At the same time, War Beiye's sleeves flicked, and the snowy ground blew up with a gust of wind, mixed with snow and mist, and it rushed in one direction.

With his skill, in addition to the Lord of Evergreen, even the top ten can stop it. However, a small group of black shadows flashed, and a thing has passed through the gap in his palm, and plunged into Meng Fuyao. side.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw the thing clearly, "Hey", his eyes brightened and said: "Black Pearl!"

Black Pearl ignored her at all, rushed to Master Yuanbao, and cried without saying anything.

"Squeaking..."

"Squeaky squeaky...squeaky squeak..."

"Squeak...Squeak...squeak..."

Meng Fuyao listened to it crying guiltily at first, and raised his eyebrows as he listened. Is this just crying or mourning? It sounds like a full-time aunt-level crying hand is crying and singing. Has Yuan Bao been born and cried into songs?

Meng Fuyao couldn't bear to hear that one was still crying, and he just raised his hand.

"Are you here to cry or to save it? Those who come to cry can get out of here, and those who come to save hurry up!"

The black pearl took a pound, only to remember what she was doing, and quickly dragged Master Yuan Bao to drill into the snow nearby.

Meng Fuyao didn't know what it was going to do. He stretched out his hand to stop it. Black Pearl gave her an abominable sip of water, and stomped her with a finger. It has recently gained weight and is twice the size of ingots. Stepping on it, Meng Fuyao's fingers were flattened.

The more the side Zong stopped her, he said: "Since this kind of sacred beasts live in the same vein, they must have a life-saving method that they only know. Since the black pearl has been induced to come over, you can let it go."

Meng Fuyao had to let go, seeing the fat black pearl dragging the ingot, who had lost a lot of weight in an instant, he hummed and drilled into a snow hole, looking like a five-year-old woman carrying a thin man back... this Lenovo instantly twitched the corners of her mouth, can't it, can't it be so bloody?

If you think about it again, what about that? Since there are only these two evergreen beasts in the world, they are destined to be together. As long as the black pearl can save the ingot, she doesn't mind being a matchmaker...

She felt a little more relaxed, and heard Zong Yue ask her: "Should I take out that finger this time?"

Meng Fuyao took out his finger, Zong Yue looked at it, and praised: "I knew it was frozen in ice and snow. Fortunately, it's still too late." After thinking about it, he said embarrassedly, "I was out in a hurry, there is no mandala around him. Luo Hua..."

Meng Fuyao said calmly: "It's okay."

How many injuries and sufferings have been suffered in this life, what is it to sew a broken finger without anesthetic? It is *suffering, how can it be compared with the pain of heart? How could it be more silent than the moment when he fell into the blood-stained snow in the valley before?

It doesn’t matter if you don’t worry about losing a finger and taking it back later.

The most important thing in her heart is ahead.

Zong Yue's hand holding her fingers shook, and Zhan Beiye breathed tightly behind him, Yun Hen turned his head silently, King Kong stood on one foot on his shoulder, his yellow hair facing the sky, one eye was open Staring at Meng Fuyao closed for a while, he said: "Okay! From now on, I admire you!"

Zong Yue took out his medical bag, lit the fire and disinfected the utensils, both Zhan Beiye and Yunhen turned their backs, the former was silent for a long while, and the snow mist was splashed with a fierce punch, but he didn't know he was angry. What's going on.

The air is very quiet, only the sound of falling snow, the faint sound of knives and needles, the sound of Zong Yue’s steady hands rummaging through the utensils, and the tight, patient breathing holding his breath—that breath is not Meng Fuyao, who did not use anesthetic for the operation, was from Zhan Beiye and Yunhen.

It is not themselves who endures the pain, but they want to be able to take their place instead of seeing her pain and paleness, let alone seeing her smile that is still indestructible in her peace and patience.

They turned their backs to that corner, pricked their ears, and listened desperately to the sound under the snow cave. They would rather focus all of their attention on eavesdropping on Black Pearl and Lord Yuanbao, so as to stop the surging heartache.

The sharp tip of the needle penetrates the musculoskeletal, ten fingers and even the heartache into the lungs, no more than a knife and a sword, the pain is only in an instant, this kind of pain is dense and implicated, and I think it will stop. In fact, it erodes silently, just like... the love that meets this way.

Tears gradually appeared under Meng Fuyao's eyes, and the tears shone in the black eyes, reflecting the snowy red heart and blood.

The tears are not for the bone pain at this moment, but for the sad but gorgeous encounters in life.

She must remember the pain of burning her heart at this moment, remember that there was a person who had suffered such pain for her, and perhaps even from the moment she met her, it began to be painful.

Zong Yue’s breathing has always been the calmest besides Meng Fuyao. His identity makes him have to maintain a quiet state of mind. However, I don’t know when, in this extremely cold weather, the muscles and bones have always been shining, despite the heat. He was not sweating, and he gradually soaked sweat beads, which dripped down, and was blown into ice beads by the cold wind on the way. Strings fell on the snow like tears.

For a moment, he envied Zhan Beiye and Yunhen, why is he not the one who is good at medicine? Then he can also turn around and listen to the mouse in the corner.

The simplest operation in my life.

The most difficult operation in my life.

He is holding the incomplete finger, as if holding his own heart, threading a needle... routing the thread... pulling out the **** mark... whose heart is blood... whose heart is...

The eyes suddenly darkened.

In an instant, all four of them thought that they were dizzy with pain.

However, after that dark, it didn’t light up again, and the sky on all sides sank one minute at a time. It was not completely dark, nor did it hull down the black curtain of heaven and earth, but like sinking into it. The turbid sea irradiated by the sun was like the turbid sea. As the sun moved, the light and shadow faded a little, like who had drawn the latitude and longitude of the light, and the vision instantly fell into chaos.

In the chaos, the unexpected wind suddenly sounded!

The wind!

Everywhere, everywhere, the sound of wind rising from the ground like rain!

The sound of the wind turned out to be unfamiliar, as if it was born out of the air, and the stars and rain in an instant covered this small space indiscriminately.

Almost at the same time, everyone moved.

They all rushed to where Meng Fuyao was.

Although she can't see her, everyone has already clearly remembered her position. However, during that time, everyone felt that there was a sudden wall in front of them.

A wall stood up silently, dividing the space into countless small pieces.

And they were blocked between these walls. The sound of the wind continued to come in all directions, and then they reflected and ejected from each other when they encountered the four walls. Because of the constant collisions, the flight trajectory became more ever-changing. There is no certain rule. , So it is more difficult to avoid the law.

Several people shouted angrily, trying to rush across this invisible barrier, across the dark realm of the dome, but the faster they moved, the faster the flowing wind sound was driven and attacked. More and more fierce, they traversed vertically and horizontally, not only unable to crash the invisible wall, but also unable to get rid of the bony maggot-like wind.

Zhan Beiye slammed into the invisible wall, shouting: "Fuyao——Fuyao——" The scarlet long sword was drawn out, the iridescent brightened, but was instantly buried by the endless darkness, he held it in both hands The sword suddenly slashed in the air, and even the air seemed to be split by him with a bang, and the wall seemed to be split in a trance. Zhan Beiye was overjoyed to rush over, but only for an instant, it was like burying the sharp red light of his sword, that invisible. The wall stood silently in front of him again, and almost broke his head.

Yun Hen did not say a word, pursed his lips and drew his sword. The blue light of the long sword flashed back to the sound of the wind, and he tried to provoke the invisible wall obliquely, but it was in vain. He was quiet, although Anxious but still calm, the one on his shoulders was born with a noisy temper. Uncle King Kong ran left and right on Yunhen's shoulders, his yellow hair stood upright, and desperately avoided the wind, shouting: "Help! Help! Lord is afraid of the dark. !"

It fluttered and flew around, and the airflow caused by the flapping wings made the wind more violent, and the cloud mark was overwhelming. As soon as it turned back and slapped the horizontal sword, the uncle King Kong came down straight-quiet.

Tiecheng danced loudly with a spear. He has a rock-like temperament. He doesn't move when he stands still. Therefore, the wind around him is not strong. The spear that he dances impenetrably is turned back. Tiecheng called out loudly: "Master——Where are you——"

Yao Xun is the weakest in martial arts among several people, but Qinggong is not inferior to any one. The training of the Anyu tribe from a young age makes him smooth and flexible, and his actions are not like fighting Beiye Meng Fuyao. , The wind around him was not strong, but Yao Xun, who rarely fights, is still very lazy. He simply lay down on the ground, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind stopped on all sides. He stunned and shouted: "Master! Get down. Just leave it alone..."

At this time, if a **** looks down in the sky, you will see a strange situation. Several people seem to be very close in a small space, but they cannot see or approach each other. Individuals are separated by a transparent barrier in a dark, like a maze. Different people try to get out in different rooms, sometimes they are almost close at hand, and they can be touched by the hand of their fingers, but the more they cannot pass , So the call sign in each room flew over the battle, making a noise.

There is only one room, which is quiet.

Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao.

At the moment when the sky darkened, Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao were both sitting and facing the most inconvenient posture. Originally, all the people in Beiye were guarding the law by their side, and they were not afraid of any attacks. They did not want this formation to start without warning. He separated the crowd and waited until Meng Fuyao was about to jump up intuitively, he was already a step slower.

The wind is screaming, and it is coming.

Zong Yue suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed her down.

Immediately, he leaned back and stood in front of her.

The sound of the wind flew over and rushed towards Meng Fuyao from behind Zong Yue. He should be able to avoid it if he soars into the sky. However, he only moved his body very slightly, only to block Meng Fuyao, without a needle in his hand. lay down.

The sound of the wind stopped, and a jingle was faintly heard in the chaos, Zong Yue's body shook slightly.

Meng Fuyao immediately woke up and asked: "Are you injured?"

"No." Zong Yue's answer was simple, even a little ridiculed, "I am not you, I will break my teeth at every turn, and my blood is dripping."

Meng Fuyao listened to his venomous tongue, and smiled helplessly. Neither of them moved. The first wave of wind passed and was not driven again. Except for a heavy dimness, he didn't feel anything unusual for a while, Meng Fuyao Thinking of standing up, Zong Yue said: "Don't move, let me finish sewing."

Meng Fuyao frowned, wondering how can you sew this without seeing anything? Finger operation is a delicate work, and modern doctors must use instruments to operate. Even if Zong Yue is known as a peerless genius doctor, his eyesight is as good as a flying eagle's fingers, but he can sew it up and make it look amazing. This piece of darkness What else can I do?

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt that although it was a dark and enchanting face, Zong Yue's medicinal fragrance seemed to be stronger. It is said that he is now the supreme of a country and he no longer needs to perform his medical skills personally. Why? Is it heavier?

The more Zong on his side grasped her fingers tightly, the movements of his hands were as usual, stable and light, as if they were visible. Meng Fuyao felt the movement in shock and asked: "Can you see?" /

Zong Yue didn't bother to answer her question at all.

There was darkness on all sides, and in the dark, under the crisis, the man with a poor attitude was attentive and meticulous just to connect her fingers.

In the dark world, he could hear his calm and long breathing, just like his movements, because it was stable and reassuring, Meng Fuyao listened quietly, suddenly looking for the ups and downs of the dangerous storm. A touch of peaceful warmth.

However, a drop of liquid suddenly dripped on my hand and my skin became wet.

Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand and touched it, but Zong Yue wiped off the wetness immediately, saying indifferently: "Sorry, sweating, you are too uncooperative."

Meng Fuyao couldn't laugh or cry. She couldn't touch anything with her fingers. She was vaguely disturbed. Suddenly she felt that there was a little more blood in the air, and the breath seemed to be brought by Zong Yue's sleeves?

She moved her wrist gently, trying to get closer to Zong Yue's sleeves, but Zong Yue suddenly gave in and said: "Don't move!"

His voice seemed to tremble a little, Meng Fuyao's eyes jumped, and said: "Mongolian doctor, don't play tricks, or I don't care if I can move..."

Zong Yue suddenly let go and said happily: "Okay."

When he loosened his hand, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a stream of heat slid to her wrist, Zong Yue's body also softened in an instant, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to help, and suddenly he was stuffed with bitter things in his mouth, into his throat. It melted, and he whispered in the dark to hear him: "It has a miraculous effect to promote blood circulation..."

Meng Fuyao let out an "um" and raised his hand to try to find out where he was injured. Zong Yue's hand that was feeding the medicine did not let go, and his fingers were gently stroked on her face, with a light and detailed gesture, like Stroking the most precious porcelain.

In the darkness, a little rapid breathing sounded on the side of her ears, her breathing was burning hot, and brushed her neck, Meng Fuyao let go, but the more heard Zong said in a low voice: "Fuyao..."

This voice is slightly low and dumb, and there is a faint magnetism in the low dumbness, and every word is reciprocating, there is a unique and moving voice, which is actually a dark and charming voice.

In the darkness of silence, I suddenly heard this voice recording a special experience. Meng Fuyao lost consciousness for a moment. He remembered the encounter of the gorgeous man on the top of the Xuanyuan Palace, and the person who was shocked by the arch of God replaced him with his body. The scorching fire on the rise.

Different from Jingying Zong Yue, another person in one body.

Like Li Zongyue in Bai Ri would never speak to her in this tone, and Dark Charm belongs to the darkness, and belongs to the beauty of the rippling light in the darkness.

"Swinging..." Zong Yue's tone was soft, warm wind blowing, or the clear lake under the autumn sun, with sparkling golden light, the ripples of each tone floated and swayed silently.

"Only by doing dark charm...I seem to be able to try to get close to you..."

He stroked her face with his fingers, as if he wanted to take Meng Fuyao's outline one by one with his fingertips. Meng Fuyao turned his face away, but he said softly: "Only doing a dark charm in front of you, there are some things To speak out... Fuyao, are you still complaining about me?"

With a sigh, Meng Fuyao said: "No... the past is over. I never blamed you. We are... friends, friends forever."

"Friend..." Zong Yue seemed to smile silently, and then said in a low voice, "How long can my life be? It is lucky to have met..."

Meng Fu shook his head, not letting the tears that were about to flow down his eyes... How short can a lifetime be? How long can a lifetime be? As short as a meteor, it seems that they met at the beginning of the year, and in a blink of an eye they have to go to each other; as long as the three lives and three worlds, he travels hard all the way, but his direction is far away.

"I know you are going to leave after all." Zong Yue grabbed her and tried to push his fingers away, and gently touched her fingertips with his lips, "...let me remember you more clearly..."

The delicacy and lingering belonging to the dark charm, surrounded her in the darkness like a cocoon, the cold air turned into water, and wanted to include the beloved woman, Meng Fuyao just sat, calmly, looking up Looking north, he said clearly: "Forget me, forget the domineering and arrogant Meng Fuyao, your world is in Xuanyuan, and my road is ahead."

"Forget...it's easier said than done." The man with red lips smiles bitterly, how long can his life be? Possession feels short-lived, loss feels long, even if his life is not long enough, the suffering of lovesickness is enough to stretch the time far away. From now on, it is suffering.

However, she is on the road, always on the road, a road that cannot be followed.

Sighed gently and said nothing, Zong Yue quietly stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then went to pull Meng Fuyao's hand. As soon as his hand stretched out, he was suddenly shocked by the force and slipped silently.

At the same time, Meng Fuyao also shook.

The air on all sides suddenly thickened, as if plainly adding weight, while in the darkness, far away places, there seemed to be huge vibrations vaguely, like a giant from a predator, stepping on the weight that made the earth tremble. Slowly, step by step, approaching.

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The top of the nine heavens, the land of God's roar, the ice cave is bright, reflecting the pale face of the fainted person.

The wind traverses the ice cave that runs through without any barriers, whistling bitterly, and awakens the people who have fallen into the darkness.

When the sky was about to dawn, Changsun Wou-ki finally slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing to regain consciousness is to squeeze the palm of the left palm immediately, and then let out a sigh of relief.

The silk is still there.

The extreme pain passed and his limbs were numb. He stretched out his fingers one by one, letting the silk hang down. The handwriting on the silk was well preserved and densely packed.

He glanced over and smiled slightly.

Sure enough, I guessed right.

A record from an old event that no one cares about is the key to the mystery of the ancestor's feathering 300 years ago.

Three hundred years ago, when the founder of the Evergreen Temple ascended, the place he chose was the top of the Nine Heavens Peak.

The last part of his life, he spent on the peak of nine days.

It is said that this kind of place where the ancestors ascended should be preserved as a sacred place, but I don’t know why, finally, the nine-day summit of Tianfeng turned out to be a forbidden place for detaining repeat offenders.

Just like the life of the founder of the ancestor, the first half of the glorious part is well-known to everyone, and the various generations of the palace masters have been secretive before the final ascension. They should clearly publicize the glorious ascension, which means doing it. Baba said: Patriarch's accomplishment, soaring smoothly.

For many years, no one can go to the summit without the order of the palace master, and because of the harsh environment of the Tianfeng Peak, it is extremely harmful to people, and no one wants to risk climbing up and blowing.

So for three hundred years, only prisoners will be trapped there.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the Yasha King on the scaffold used all his energy to roar with pain and roar with fate. One hundred and fifty years later, the eldest grandson Wuji came here completely prepared.

Many years ago, a young martial artist who learned martial arts, when others had a headache facing the vast sea of ​​martial arts books, he did not have enough time to complete his progress early, and at leisure, he looked around for free books.

It's not so much looking for idle books, it's more about looking for unsolved mysteries of the predecessors. When all the disciples accept the all-inclusive theory that has been passed down from generation to generation, the youngsters disagree-something abnormal will be a monster , Those stories hundreds of years ago, there must be hidden feelings.

There are no idle books in places like the Evergreen Temple. I searched the whole temple, and finally found a dirty book under the row of bookshelves in the library building to support my feet.

The booklet is not a book, it is just a handwritten miscellaneous book, mixed in a pile of broken books, and thrown away casually. The content in the booklet is very mixed, covering astronomy, geography, customs, and people, like walking the world alone. The diary kept.

There is not much content on the booklet, but the text is rich and profound. The only thing that is a bit strange is that all the blank spaces in the booklet are filled with lotus flowers.

The more the lotus is painted, the more agile it is, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is. Later, it looks quite a bit strange, glowing among the psychedelic words.

The content of the booklet also began to be confused in the later stage.

Like a person’s chattering, or a conversation between two people, or a murmur in the middle of the night, with dreamy blur and soft blooming.

The sentences are scattered on the pages of the book, colorful and chaotic.

When I got there, even the clever young man could not understand the meaning.

He just flipped through the booklet, and was gradually shocked by the doubts, exclamations, surprises and confusion that seemed to be issued in the myth of Jingye. Even if he didn't understand the meaning between the lines, he could still keenly capture the confusing words. The weirdness, like a silent, rapid pulse, ringing deep in my heart, sounding like a late bell.

"When will it come out again?... miss her..."

"...She smiled as if she was beautiful and beautiful...It is in my palm, gentle and delicate, and I can hold it...My fingers are as long as hers...It's really beautiful..."

"I'm afraid I won't be in this life...but hope...but hope one day..."

It's her for a while, and it's for a while, the sentence is also strange, a person, the length of a finger?

The young man was puzzled and felt weird, so he hurriedly turned it down, but there was another sentence on the last page.

"On the night of the full moon, the peak of the nine days, the oblique light and shadow, the law is in it."

This sentence is scribbled, mixed in a pile of scribbled weird lines, and it will be missed if you don't pay attention.

The young man is a caring person, knowing that all these things that don’t show traces are often extremely important things. He silently remembered and wanted to go to the top of the nine heavens to see it. However, the top of the nine heavens is heavily guarded, and his status is noble. I followed a bunch of people wherever I went, and the master called again from time to time, which was really not convenient. Later, he was successful in learning arts, and went down the mountain ahead of time to take on his own responsibilities. He rarely returned to the mountain and occasionally came back. Not right, the matter was put on hold, but for many years, he never forgot this sentence.

After many years, he finally responded to the call of God in this way, revealing this dusty mystery for hundreds of years.

The silk silk is held in the palm, cool and slippery, tangled around, like this destiny going round and round, it seems that the road has long been cut off, in fact, the corner is just ahead.

As long as you have the heart and can stand the test of time and hardship, you can finally break through the barriers of previous obstacles.

Heaven is cool, but the strong will always hold his hands.

Moonlight and ice light are intertwined, a piece of bright white, reflecting the sky like water, in the clear world of glazed glaze, the blood-stained man spread out the silk in his hand, smiling lightly, as graceful as before.

However, with a smile, his expression changed slightly.

In the sound of the wind, faintly not far away, there are whispering, the sound of the wind, the sound of weapons and the ice wall, if there is no such thing as a wind.

At the same time, there is no sound and no breath, like this one who doesn’t melt the snow and mist recently, and...

Murderish!