Sword Qi Hengqiu

Le Zhan walked towards Bian Chenwu, Bian Chenwu looked stern, and suddenly raised his hand, a wind wall spread from his fingertips, silently blocking Le Zhan's way.

"I don't know at all." Bian Chenwu said indifferently, "Master Le remembers to ask Elder Wen to go through the process of demoting people tomorrow, so as not to take people away for no reason, so that Mr. Le will not get along with both sides."

Feng Qiongye exaggeratedly sighed half-truthfully: "Elder Wen has a discerning eye, and he solved many people's troubles with one sentence. Is there anything else? It's okay. I'm going back to bed with the deputy leader."

Vice-leader: "...The landlord is sincere."

Feng Qiongye didn't take it seriously, and raised his hand to embrace Bian Chenwu's shoulders. Bian Chenwu was already more than eight feet tall, according to modern people, it would be 1.8 meters above him, but Feng Qiongye was a little taller than him, although he was taller than him. It's not obvious, but just like his former college roommate half-hugging his girlfriend, it greatly pleases Mr. Feng's narrow-mindedness.

His mood changed from the disgust and annoyance when he saw Le Zhan at the beginning, to a secret happiness. When he walked away from Le Zhan and walked to a deserted place, Bian Shenwu put his hand on the back of his hand. reached its peak.

He thought elatedly: "How much time was wasted in the deep cabinet back then."

The idea of ​​how to confess in my mind floated out again, but before it floated a few times, it was crushed to the center of the earth by Bian Chenwu's words.

"Let me do what Uncle Shi said."

Feng Qiongye stopped suddenly, Bian Chenwu raised his eyes to look at him, the moonlight could not find this area, the light was dim, the only light Feng Qiongye could see was Bian Chenwu's eyes.

"No matter how you look at it, it is appropriate for me to do it." Feng Qiongye raised his hand to cover Bian Chenwu's eyes, "What are you robbing?"

With his foggy face immersed in the darkness, he pursed his lips silently. He could only show this tired look when others could not see him.

"Don't plan to carry everything by yourself." Feng Qiongye withdrew his hand, and then the light came back, "Your identity is more useful than mine, and I can retreat to the lonely mountain, what about you? If you really go Do it, Ying Cangshan can't even go back. And I am very open-minded, you are different, you are too easy to blame yourself, knowing that you still want to go, are you torturing yourself?"

The always cowardly and lazy young man smiled softly, with a rare serious tone: "Don't worry, I have finished reading this book, we will definitely win, Master will also get what he wants, and wander the world with Second Master .”

Bian Chenwu's heart was agitated, although Feng Qiongye's hints were obvious enough in the past few days, he still felt ecstatically pleasantly surprised after hearing what he said.

Since I blame myself, how can it be you who abused yourself?

So Bian Chenwu also used this to raise hope in his heart. Although the plot of the story has changed, the person he should love has the same appearance, but in fact it has also changed. Ling Rangjin and Bu Fanshuang won't be entangled and ambiguous until the end and they don't settle down.But maybe...the fact that they won and survived won't change.

They all confessed with this unresolved affection, and this night, Bian Chenwu finally had a good night's dream.

Early the next morning, he and Feng Qiongye went down the mountain to meet the young master of the Xingxing Gate, and bid farewell to Ling Rangjin before leaving.Ling Rangjin was leaning on the soft couch, holding a book in his hand, but the immortal was staring at the clouds and mist outside in a daze, and he casually rested his hand on the book on his lower abdomen and didn't look at it. When he saw them coming, he smiled and got up: "Now just go?"

"Yes." Bian Chenwu hesitated for a moment, "Do we really need to leave one of us?"

"No need." Ling Rang smiled and said, "Don't you still have Mr. Qiu Changtian Qiu?"

Feng Qiongye poked his head out: "Why does it sound like we're fighting again?"

"No." Ling Rangjin wrote lightly, "I am worried about his concealment of identity, and he is dissatisfied with my plan. So these days I often quarrel with each other openly and secretly."

"I see that the second master is fine." Feng Qiongye said, "Isn't he always acting like a domineering boss?"

"Of course it's different for you and me." Ling Rangjin smiled, "It's good on the surface, but it's not necessarily what you think in your heart."

"Even if we are fighting secretly, we must first resolve the issue of Mr. Yin. Sure enough, internal conflicts can be put aside at critical moments, and we must first understand external conflicts." Feng Qiongye and Bian Chenwu hooked their shoulders and joked, "Insiders and outsiders just don't agree. Same."

"That's not necessarily the case." A laughing voice sounded from behind him, "After all, I've always been crazy and yin and yang, maybe one day I can follow outsiders to deal with insiders."

Feng Qiongye's face froze, and he slowly turned his head inch by inch, pulling out a weird smile: "Hey, Second Master."

"Aren't you going to find fault with the young master of Su Xingmen?" Bu Fanshuang blatantly distorted their purpose, "Why don't you go soon?"

"Yes yes yes." Feng Qiongye dragged Bian Chenwu and slipped away, Bian Chenwu had no choice but to transmit the sound transmission: "I have notified you in advance, please Uncle Shi go to Qinglan Palace for a while."

Ling Rang nodded with a smile, and looked up at Bu Fanshuang: "How is it?"

"Not bad." Bu Fanshuang leaned against the door, looking at the chirping swallows under the eaves, "Your private soldiers can rival my elite in Gushan. It is no problem to deal with the current Desolate Sect."

"Ever since Qiongye told me the story, I have been cultivating them in secret since I came back, just in case, if the Remnant Desolate Sect suddenly attacks, they will be able to resist." Ling Rangjin was a little dazed, "These people can Reliable...but the more people there are to deal with emergencies, the better."

Bu Fanshuang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "You really trust me? Let me see how strong your secret private soldiers are?"

"In the whole world, except for me, I can only trust your vision in this area." Ling Rang stood up and put on his coat, "I'm much happier about sending you a few times."

Bu Fanshuang admired him from the bottom of his heart: "Yesterday I combed my hair, and today I put it on my face. Compared with me, Xianzun's face-changing skill is really better than blue."

"Congratulations." Ling Rangjin walked towards Qinglan Palace, "I provoked you yesterday, so the series of actions were all to coax you. Now that you have coaxed me, I remembered that you tricked me into pretending to be autumn , Naturally it's my turn to be unhappy."

After finishing speaking, he heard Bu Fanshuang say with a smile: "Then shall I coax you?"

"Forget it." Immortal Venerable left a sentence and drifted away, "Your way of coaxing people can easily lead to bloodshed. Xianmeng is not peaceful enough, let them have a better life."

Ling Rangjin wasn't lying, he coaxed Bu Fanshuang to listen to him in order to give in to Fanshuang and not make trouble when they started their plan. In fact, his mind was always haunted by the day when he uttered the truth after being drunk and was listened to by the Lord. The whole thing must be done.

It's not embarrassing, but it was true that I was disheartened at the time.

However, Bu Fanshuang's next actions were completely different from what he said back then. Not only did he not yell and kill, but he became considerate, and even let Ling Rangjin make decisions on his own, rather than arbitrarily.

The peach blossom tree in Ling Rangjin's heart began to test the outside world.

Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes, Qinglan Palace had already arrived, he restrained his expression and organized his thoughts.Force yourself to stop thinking about it.

The moment he stepped into Qinglan Palace, he heard a master lament: "There are so many things in the world. Let me tell you that a good friend of mine has worked hard and exhausted his mind and heart for what he wanted in his heart. When he was almost successful, but because of Other things are forced to give up. Although the good thing is near, but the time is wrong, it is better not to have been here. Otherwise, it is within reach, and it is about to be possessed, but it cannot be embraced, and it is even more painful to watch it leave. "

Ling Rangjin's eyelashes trembled, hearing these words sounded like thunder in his ears, the tentative branches and leaves of the peach blossom tree were pressed back again, and he felt that he was suffocating even his breath.

The time is wrong, and the thing that has been obsessed with for thousands of years is within reach, but I have to force myself to let go.Among them, the mood is more than disappointment and sorrow?

He thought so much, but he didn't consider that if the plan failed, maybe Bu Fanshuang really fell in love with him, and he would have no luck to bear it.

His heart was suddenly sore and painful, and the mood when he came was gone, and he had to pretend nothing happened: "What are you talking about?"

All the sect leaders stood up one after another, and one of the sect leaders sighed: "The thing that was robbed of my sect has already recognized my disciple as the master. My disciple is smart, and I originally expected him to revive our sect. I express my feeling that what I want is right in front of my eyes but I can’t get it, it’s better not to give this hope at the beginning. After hearing my lament, all the sect masters started talking about it.”

Ling Rangjin forced himself to smile: "Everyone, please sit down. Ling came here today. In addition to asking about the effects of the objects thrown by the heads, there will also be generous gifts."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a group of white-clothed disciples came in outside Qinglan Palace with things in their hands. They gently placed the brocade boxes in their hands on the low table beside the headmen, and then retreated silently.

Ling Rang would like to brush his clothes and sit on his chair: "There must be an instigator behind the monster's chaos. Ling got some information, and I'm afraid it's related to the Remnant Desolate Sect, so I hope you can tell the truth, otherwise if the Remarkable Desolate Sect If the ashes of Zong revive, the world will be in danger."

He looked at the crowd in an uproar, and said with a smile: "This brocade box is a gift from the Immortal Alliance. I dare not compare it with the original rare treasures of the sects, but it is better than nothing. It is also the compensation of the Immortal Alliance. Then we will start , please tell me in turn what you throw away and what effect it has.”

What Ling Rang would like to give might be better than what they lost.Everyone cheered up, knowing everything, and carefully described the lost things one by one.Ling Rang would like to order someone to write it down one by one, and at the last look, it is likely to be medicinal materials.

Sure enough, it was similar to Feng Qiongye's guess.

It seems that the suzerain of the Desolate Sect is bound to make a comeback.

Ling Rang would like to hide the file, and after seeing off the heads, he pondered for a moment, and then walked back to the mountain.

Houshan Wuwu was frightened by Feng Qiongye for a while, but he didn't see where the honesty was going. Relying on being an ancient holy beast and immortal alliance, he would not use torture lightly. Humming a song with one leg, it is more comfortable than the immortal.

Ling Rangjin took the wine and sat down in front of him with a smile: "Is the injury healed?"

Wu Wu opened one eye, and his eyes drifted towards the jug: "No, the Immortal Venerable is really ruthless. I have lived from the prehistoric period until now, and I have never seen a character like you. You will definitely be able to ascend to the ascension."

"It's okay, do you still want to drink?"

"I have to drink when I'm not well." Chu Wu said, "It's better to die drunk than to die in pain."

Ling Rangjin said happily: "It makes sense, here it is."

Wu Wu took the wine glass and sniffed it: "Good wine."

After finishing speaking, they drank it all in one gulp. They drank each other, one man and one beast, and neither of them spoke.After the jug was empty, Zhu Wu said: "I really can't tell you who my master is. But I appreciate you very much. Let me tell you another thing in return for today's wine. How about it?"

Ling Rangjin said: "You tell me, let me listen."

"Isn't it not far from here where you raise spirit beasts? Just this morning, a pheasant on the lonely mountain I saw before got mixed into the herd of spirit beasts and went in your direction before you came.

Wu Wu casually pointed, and Ling Rangjin looked along his fingertips, only to see the pavilion where the records of the Xianmeng were hidden for many years.

"The pheasant doesn't look very good. It seems to have serious internal injuries. If the Immortal Venerable goes now, he may still be able to catch him alive."

The author has something to say: Sheng Ming is the green tea cannon fodder in the first volume. Don't you feel aggrieved that he is not dead?

There is no bento because he is going to die, this time he must have played it off

The pheasant is also in the first volume, Xiao imitates the flying dragon beside him

I'm going to start spilling blood!The next two chapters reveal a secret and sprinkle a pot of dog blood