The enemy of comprehension is the sword

There were thunderstorms and the sky was not clear.

An elegant and picturesque small island in the center of the lake, surrounded by green and clear water on all sides, after the rain, it will regenerate the charm of fairy spirits, pure and holy, as if it is not stained with mortal dust.

clean...

what.

A person is in the rivers and lakes, where can he really be free from dust.

The refined and supernatural blue-clothed fairy smiled helplessly, flicked two fingers and sent a fairy voice to send a message away, then put down the dossier in his hand that recorded the recent events of the major spiritual veins.

Standing up lightly, smoothing the folds of the skirt.

Concentrating eyebrows, raising eyes, looking up at the dark sky covered by layers of clouds, his expression gradually darkened, and he didn't know when the storm would end.

"The insignificant way of heaven will fall, and thousands of calamities will be transformed into demons, and all living beings will be killed."

"The way of immortality is not invincible, and manpower will eventually be limited. The great wish of Shu Shi, or a little bit of selfishness, the pearls cover the dust... Those who lead the way have no choice."

This will of God is always too unpredictable, even with the help of prophecy, it is only a slight warning.

Just like the weird situation in Nanming Realm today.

The abnormal situation everywhere is definitely not the fault of the ghost emperor alone. Let alone the person who helped the ghost emperor stagger the path of destiny, the golden light of the Buddha's words that resounded frequently in the west and the silent diversion of the coastal water veins, all of which seemed to imply Danger signal.

Is it intended to take advantage of the ghost emperor's affairs to keep everyone from being distracted, and the conspirators are all rushing out.

And I really don't worry at all that she will put the White Dusk Crow aside and deal with you first.

We must know that compared with the true demon, the invisible desire of human beings is more disgusting and intolerable.

"Unfortunately, it won't work."

Withdrawing her gaze from a distance, Mingzhu covered the dust and lowered her head, with faint water lines in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and picked up a scroll that was more time-honored.

Fingertips slid across the red-dyed title page, and once again opened the past that had been dusty for hundreds of years.

There, it records the possible consequences of the ghost emperor, and there, it also records the goals that the ghost emperor told her personally, and there, it also records the stubbornness that the ghost emperor has never changed for thousands of years.

Destroy the Nine Realms, destroy the human world, and reopen the ancient world.

In the catastrophe hundreds of years ago, she was only a tiny bit away from accomplishing this result.

At this time, the spiritual veins in the entire Nanming Realm are far from being recovered, and a mysterious person helps her to jump out of the gold list prophecy, even if she is allowed to act for one more day, it may cause unforeseen tragedies.

Therefore, whether it is the Buddha's realm or the threat from the sea, it can only be used as a motivation to force the guides to be more involved in dealing with the ghost emperor's affairs.

"Is the tribe, hometown, and the emperor's mission really that important...? No, maybe... Mingzhu Chenchen is the least qualified to ask such a question."

With a slightly hoarse and soothing tone of voice, accompanied by a sigh that could not go away for a long time, he closed the old scroll in his hand again.

Let it go gently, just like how you let go of yourself lightly and easily without any pain when you drew the sword in the past.

So needlessly concealed from himself.

The clear pair of light brown eyes are still drawn into the dead silence like a sinking abyss of still water, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Zhongzheng's peaceful sound of the ancient flute, falling lightly on the ethereal wind tail, composes a song of compassion and compassion, and paints a scene of grandeur and grandeur.

It seems that there is no flaw.

However, he deliberately ignored the fact that the Tianxin flute he acquired suddenly was a gift from someone, and even ignored the reason why he developed the habit of playing the flute back then——

That year the autumn maple fell.

The one who guides the way is still only devoted to covering up the dust of the fairy pearl, and the white twilight crow is just a disturbing guest who has strayed into the vast water inkstone.

On that day, the lake was at high tide.

The Taoist posture is refined and supernatural, and the beauty is as elegant as a painting.

The fairy girl in blue dresses with her eyes closed and proudly carrying her hands on her back, stepping on the tide with her bare feet to silently escape into the realm of harmony between man and nature, without moving her body, she is beyond heaven and earth, full of the essence of the avenue of nature.

In a trance, but involuntarily, people have the illusion that they are about to ride the wind and ascend to immortality at any time.

Swish!

There was a sharp piercing sound.

The eyes of the motionless girl in blue opened suddenly, and the clear brown eyes were restrained and wise, not losing her own temperament, and even more beautiful.

At the same time, her movements are not slow.

The slender and fair jade hand flicked in the air in a natural way, silently drawing a yin and yang Tai Chi diagram with sparkling water patterns.

In an instant.

The voice of the Supreme Dao is full of righteousness and majesty, and the seal of the Dao is shocking and shocking from ancient times.

The demonic energy, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, disappeared before it even got close, and only a certain crystal clear object fell into his hand.

Nothing hurt, but the interest was gone.

Mingzhu covered the dust and fell into the lake with an unhappy expression, and walked aggressively towards the troublemaker step by step, every step was to set off heavy splashes and waves.

"I told you not to bother me again, Haomiao Shuiyan doesn't treat outsiders, doesn't treat outsiders."

Her vast water inkstone, which was originally isolated from the world of mortals, has completely lost its purity since that day when she rescued this seriously injured woman.

Not only to get rid of those boring monks who come to slay demons for her, but also to help her get rid of many loyal dogs that are longer than one evil.

It was hard to wait for the woman to recover from her injury and drive her away, but she insisted on coming back to pester her for a long time every once in a while.

It's really annoying...

"Oh, calm down." Bai Muya looked at the girl fairy who was obviously smiling at the corner of her eyes, and said with a smirk: "The way is natural, the way is natural, or if you insist on obeying the rules, you can be my wife."

This thick-skinned guy.

Breaking into other people's homes and pretending to be the master, saying that she is her wife, this is the opposite!

Mingzhu covered the dust and looked at Bai Muya coldly and disgustedly. Just about to say something, she noticed the object in her hand: "Well, the breath of the innate spirit treasure? This is..."

"Don't refuse, it's not for nothing, I just want to see how you play the flute, it must be interesting!"

Slightly squinting his eyes, he glanced at the pearl that he couldn't put it down, and Bai Muya proudly showed off the treasure he found for her evil taste.

However----

"...I don't know. Besides, this is a flute, not a flute."

Rubbing Chutu's temples helplessly, the young girl couldn't help but hold her forehead and told the cruel reality to the illiterate demon.

Ruyu's pretty face became as white as her name, and then turned completely red again.

Bai Muya, who had made a huge oolong, insisted on maintaining a high-spirited attitude, reaching out his hand in extreme shame and indignation to grab the jade flute directly, and he refused to give up even half of it.

"I said it's a flute, it's a flute! But this one is not good, so I'll give you another one after throwing it away!"

Things that make the emperor ashamed should be destroyed, and the movement of the demon's hand is also unpredictable.

but.

She caught it, but it was in vain!

The celestial figure was delicate and charming, it was Mingzhu Coverchen who held the flute tightly in his arms with both hands, and escaped the grab with even more incomprehensible speed.

why!

Bai Muya looked at the girl in surprise for a moment.

The surrounding air froze instantly.

That's because seeing the unique and extreme beauty in this world, the demon even forgot to breathe.

The immortal seeker, who was always full of Tao, looked at the jade flute quietly, his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle and charming, and the corners of his mouth seemed to evoked a smile that he had never seen before.

The soft posture is like the water moon, and the elegant appearance is like the dusty jade.

Even the daoyuan imprint on her forehead, which disgusts the devil, is like a touch of red lotus in the rippling blue waves, against the dots of starlight that have not yet dissipated, it is so beautiful that it is unspeakably enchanting.

Intoxicating.

Especially for the White Dusk Crow.

Even though she was confident that no one could match her beauty, at that moment, she had to admit that she was crazy about it.

"Give it to me, it's mine, no one can take it away."

This is... the first gift that Mingzhu Yanchen received in his life.

No one can take it away!

Is it not enough to reach such a point, the beauty who has taken away all the beauty in the world, leans forward even further, and leans in front of Bai Muya with charming eyes.

His skin was slightly flushed due to excitement, a pair of clear and pure brown eyes, and long brown and black eyelashes with lovely water droplets hanging from the end.

And... the moist cherry lips that are close at hand and can be bent over.

The ghost knows how much effort she has to spend now to barely control herself from kissing.

There is no energy left to speak at all.

Silence, hatchback silence.

It wasn't until after a moment of absentmindedness that the young fairy realized what she had done, and then her eyes widened and she hurriedly turned around to activate the world-protecting formation.

The sky and the earth change, and the space reverses.

But she still has some words that she hasn't had time to say.

The dull Bai Mu Ya slowly stretched out his fingers to stop him, but he was a step too late, and was blasted out of the vast water inkstone with an inaudible murmur.

"When I've learned it well, I'll let you listen to it slowly, don't be disgusted, don't talk nonsense, I'm a shameless evil guest."

Devil, can there be love?

Ghost Emperor Bai Muya is not sure.

However, there is only one thing that is absolutely beyond any doubt.

That is... no matter how ugly and harsh she blows, Bai Muya must be, and she will never dislike her for a lifetime.

——— Wait until the mission is completed, and then officially marry her home next time.

Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand that had been frozen in the air for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, the most devil among demons known as the ghost emperor, the ferocious White Mucrow, showed a sweet smile on his face that could make the jaws drop of an old-fashioned orthodox monk.

It was a smile comparable to that of the fairy girl who was curled up with the jade flute that had not yet been named Tianxin, her face flushed with embarrassment.

It's so boring, and even more smirking without immortality.

It is a kind of smirk that does not belong to demons, nor does it belong to immortals, but only belongs to two special people.

It's a pity that the two people at that time didn't know it yet.

It was on this next day that the Heavenly List came down to the world, and the great wish came to life, and on this next day, when we met again, the guide was already the guide, and the ghost emperor... was just the sworn enemy of destiny.

Also, on such a cruel next day.

The vast water inkstone, silently covered in dust, and ruthless without a drop of water, deeply hurt the devil's heart.

The story of the destruction with one sword is like a dream bubble bit by bit.

A sentence, three words that was too late to say.

Hidden in the flute, it turns elegant, quiet and no one can hear it, buried in the howling wind, how many years have been dusted.

Cover your ears, cover your heart, only the sad promise that can't be erased is left, send a piece of "Heaven's Heart is natural, there is love in heaven and earth, you can take the wind and send it into your dreams."

Accompany her, sleep peacefully forever...

☆, 71. Old friends meet for the first time