Women's Second Battle

Bai Zhi only hesitated outside the door for a moment, then turned around and left now.

Ruru and Yiyi both pouted and stood beside Shen Wangshan.Ru Ru hugged a big golden orange in her hand, she just looked at Yi Yi who was tugging on Shen Wang Shan's sleeve with an expression of disbelief.

Shen Wangshan held a booklet in one hand and a pen in the other, completely ignoring Ruru and Yiyi's chattering content, Yiyi tilted his head, glanced outside the hall, and said with a pouted: " Ruru's voice was too loud, scaring Sect Master Bai away."

Ruru was even more angry, and only said: "Where is Ruru's voice so loud? Yiyi also said so many words."

Yiyi pouted, gave a smirk, and said triumphantly to her: "You just said bad things about Sister Long, the head of Bai and Sister Long are on good terms, let Sister Long know about these words, and Sister Long will only go out with Yiyi in the future." Play, go without Ruru."

Ruru was taken aback, her big eyes turned red with anger, and she burst into tears, she raised her hand and wiped her eyes and said, "Nonsense! Ruru didn't speak ill of Sister Long, Ruru just hated Sister Long Giving the World Honored One's things to other men also made the World Honored One have a good or bad reputation in front of so many people. Ruru heard brother Ming Yuan say that the World Honored One was stupid before he set off a few days ago and let other people from other families The disciple saw the joke."

Yiyi pouted, seeing that Ruru was crying, she had to soften her tone and said softly: "It was indeed Sister Long's fault at the Immortal Sword Conference, but how can you tell that Sister Long likes Beiling City and not the World-Honored One? You didn't say anything, it's fine for others to gossip and say a few words, why are you so serious?"

Ruru's eyes were red, and she said angrily to him: "Ruru just can't see that others treat the World Honored One badly, and only the most heartless of Yiyi can help Sister Long to speak to an outsider!"

Shen Wangshan sat behind the golden seat, the quarrel between the two small groups seemed to him non-existent.Seeing Ruru's tears falling down patter, Shen Wangshan's eyes were still looking at the folded book presented on the golden platform, he lifted it with one hand and stretched it out, stroking Ruru's hair: "Don't cry, my lord!" Don't care about these things."

Ruru blinked his eyes twice, his round face was saddened, and a tear flowed down from sadness and grievance.Yiyi only handed over Shen Wangshan's next book which was about to be read on the side, and also shut up, no longer arguing.

Shen Wangshan rubbed Ruru's hair, his eyes were still fixed on the fold, and there was an indelible heaviness under his brows: "What the World Honored One has done to you, treat your sister Long. If Ruru stood on the stage that day For example, if Ruru is too harsh on the disciples of the other family, the deity will choose to believe Ruru. If Ruru wants the wound medicine given by the deity to others, the World Honored One will also feel that Ruru is doing the right thing. The World Honored One believes in Long Haoyue, Just like believing in you and Yiyi."

"As for what Jiaoyue thinks." He withdrew his hand, caressed between his brows, and said haggardly, "I don't force it."

His hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, but after only a moment, they returned to their original state.The sharp-eyed Ruru next to him saw this scene, only stopped crying, and helped him fold the golden book that he had seen next to him.

Shen Wangshan only breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little tiredly: "How long has Mingyuan been going to Zhennan Jianglin with that Beize Taoist?"

Ruru respectfully said: "Including today, it has been three days."

Yiyi interjected: "According to brother Mingyuan's sword journey, they should have reached the Jianglin Mountains in Zhennan by now."

Shen Wangshan nodded, stroked his forehead, and said nothing.After a while, he asked again: "What's the news about Xu Langqing's return?"

Yiyi rubbed his ink, blinked his eyes and said, "On the paper kite that replied, it only said "Bon voyage, I will not disgrace my life."

Shen Wangshan nodded.Seeing that the entire Changliu was engulfed in the night like drops of ink, he only raised his sleeves slightly and stood up.

There was eerie silence all around.Ruru and Yiyi only stood on the two sides of the golden seat, and said with a little worry: "Is the World Honored One really going to call the Xuanyu masters of all families and Taoism to discuss this matter?"

Shen Wangshan only stood in the cold night, looking into the distance lightly: "This is the end of the matter, there can be no further delay. It is a matter of great importance, and it needs to be agreed by the Holy One and fellow Taoists. In the morning tomorrow, you will send someone down the mountain to know Let each sect pay their respects."

Long Haoyue returned to Xianshu Peak.

The night was as cool as water.She bid farewell to Xu Langqing and his group this morning, but before returning to Changliu, she pretended to be an expert in the nearby town and flaunted around for a while. Some villagers really came to beg her for this rare order Xianshu removes the demon.

Along the way, he managed several large and small wild local monsters, Long Jiaoyue saved them, and then turned back to Xianshu Peak.

I really don’t know if I don’t ask, I’m startled when I ask.Because of the loosening of the ancient seals of the five demon realms, most of the monsters were beheaded by the swords guarded by the disciples of the Taoists. However, many demons escaped from the guards of the Taoists by taking advantage of the chaos, and fled from the demon realms to the human world. Chaos everywhere.

These low-level bosses are as weak as ants on the ground to a long-time master like Long Jiaoyue, or any Taoist disciple with ordinary aptitude and a little more experience, and they can be sent back to their hometown with a casual sword.But for these unarmed and ignorant civilians, these weak monsters rely on their natural ability to elude people, and they are simply overlords.

Long Haoyue could only sigh regretfully about this, and there was nothing she could do except go to a few more villages to fight monsters and practice her skills.After all, there are hundreds or dozens of monsters that escape from the seal of the demon realm every day. In addition to strengthening the seal, the world is so big that it is impossible to catch all these monsters running around and committing crimes.These immortal cultivating families can only allocate strength and protect places, and many border villages are still suffering from monster attacks.

Stop the source and stop the flow.What Bai Lu said was quite correct. If the spring was not cut off, then there would never be any hope of draining this endless stream.

Long Jiaoyue was sitting in the room of Xianshu Peak, and just directed a small ball of thunder, lighting up the candles on the table.

She lay back on the bed, thinking that in fact, if she returns to the mountains and forests in the future, if she has nothing to do, she can still travel around, see the vast mountains and rivers, get rid of demons, and defend herself.

A candle flickered on and off.

In the pile of brocades, sat a beauty with withered bones wearing gold and silver.

Shuniang sat in the boudoir, shedding only tears, looking at the thin boy lying on the bed under the brocade quilt.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was haggard, and he was surrounded by black air.It's just that Shuniang has no roots since she was a child, and she hasn't learned the skills of the clan, so she can't see it.

With only tears streaming down her face, she squatted down, took out a handkerchief from the steaming warm water in a wooden basin in front of her, wrung it dry, and wiped his face carefully.

When she strikes, her movements are light and gentle, full of pity and pain, and she softly shouts to the boy on the bed: "Brother Lingcheng, get well soon. Third sister has a spirit in the sky, and she won't want to see you like this!" like."

As if distressed, she bent down lightly, and put her hand on Beilingcheng's face melancholy and shyly, and said coquettishly and heartbrokenly: "Ms. Shu, Ms. Shu will be your wife from now on. , You don’t have to think about it. This is the last wish of the third sister, Lingcheng, the third sister is gone, and Shuniang is with you, wake up, wake up.”

Third sister, Shu Niang, Beiling City?

Is that right, my name is Beiling City, my name is Beiling City, right?

This is where?

In the eternal and endless darkness, Beiling City was only standing in the empty plain, and a crimson cloud that looked like blood stained in the sky rushed towards him, barely stopping in front of him.

The scarlet cloud was constantly changing, and countless faces hidden in the mind flashed from the cloud.Father, mother, San'er who is also a homeless child, the passer-by who kicked him while begging on the street, the Taoist from Beize who asked him to keep a secret in the dense forest, and the man who was shocked when he first met in the ruined temple Long Haoyue, the patriarch of the smiling fox in Qiyun Mansion, his mean aunt, his fellow disciple who bullied him, those disgusting hands with age spots and his dirty grin.

Also, there is that gentle and watery Yunniang.

That gentle face, under the flower vines, lowered its head, looked at him with pity and helplessness, and after a while, he boldly reached out to him who was curled up and crying: "What's wrong with you?"

Her expression was cautious, just like the deer he had hunted in the back mountain, smart and kind, with a hint of fear.

But she still held out her hand to him, to this helpless and tortured disciple without hesitation.

She frowns and smiles, she sits in a wheelchair, pretending not to care, hiding the legs broken by the owner, but holding his hand that was injured by chopping wood, she is so distressed that she is about to shed tears.

When he was going to Changliu to participate in the Immortal Sword Conference, he said that as long as it was quick, he only needed to go up and make two moves with Long Haoyue, and he would take it as a breath, let go of all this, and take her away.

He hugged her from behind, and asked teasingly, in the future, he would farm, she would weave and live in poverty, and asked her if she was afraid.She gazed at the beauty in front of the bronze mirror, smeared a little bit of amazing rouge on her lips, only turned her head to him and said firmly, she is not afraid, she is only afraid of the pain in her heart.She also begged him to take her with him even if he went to hell.

How could she go to hell if she was so kind?

Before he had time to eat the rouge that was like peach blossoms in March on her lips, he had a long flow.

When we met again, there was only one spirit seat left.The head of the family just told him that Yunniang heard that he was injured by Long Haoyue, and she insisted on going to Changliu.After beating and scolding him, he was locked in the woodshed.Unexpectedly, Yunniang didn't give up, she dragged her legs and wanted to climb out to continue begging the Patriarch, but she fell into the pool behind the woodshed and drowned.

Beiling City just stood in front of the spiritual seat in a daze, and the head of the family also said that even if a woman born in this land of fireworks had a little bit of blood in the Northwest Qiyun Mansion, she should not enter the ancestral hall.Her body could not be buried in the family cemetery, it had already been cremated.

Beiling City just stood there, like a stone statue of thousands of years, without a trace of life.The head of the family saw him as sad and stupid, and said that Yunniang was dead, so he just married the fourth lady, Shuniang, and he was still the son-in-law of Qiyun Mansion in the Northwest.

The supreme treasure he cherishes, the only redemption of his life, the only sustenance of his soul, that smiling and gentle woman, in their Qiyun Mansion in the northwest, is nothing more than a person who can be forgotten immediately after death, and this kind of compensation of ants.

Beilingcheng only drew out the sword behind him, his eyes were red and the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he rushed towards the Patriarch to die together.

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