Longevity: The Flawless Dream

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Mu Xianfeng was taking care of a few begonias when she saw the sword coming in a hurry, pulling her sleeves like the wind and abducting her master to devote herself to the cause of eliminating evil and guarding righteousness. However, the master has returned before her branches and leaves are finished. The purple Chinese clothes have a faint fragrance, and wherever they pass, there are gusts of wind.

Mu Xianfeng resolutely gave up what she was doing, and rushed forward to get Longsu's pipe, and carefully filled it with shredded tobacco.Looking at the situation, she doesn't need to ask, she already knows what happened——Mr. Jianzi must have played tricks again and made the master angry.

After smoking a pipe, Long Su's expression finally softened a little: "Yan Xin."

Mu Xianfeng turned her head to look at Mo Yanxin who had been waiting at the side earlier. The two of them had been with Long Su since childhood. Although the master's emotions seemed very incomprehensible to outsiders, they seemed like the weather to them. It's clear at a glance whether it's cloudy or cloudy.As soon as she sensed that her master was not in a good mood, Mu Xianfeng's first reaction would always be to change ways to let Long Su relieve her pain, while Mo Yanxin's choice was to silently stand aside, waiting for further instructions from Long Su, to murder, set fire, and conspire to frame her. , chickens and dogs, there is nothing that he can't and can't do for his master—as long as what he does can relieve Long Su's worries a little bit.

"Put a stele outside the Xifeng Gate of Shulou, on which it says 'Swords and dogs are not allowed to enter'." Long Su said delicately, with an eloquent voice, but when he heard the co-authored content, it was obvious that he was gnashing his teeth hard.

Mu Xianfeng couldn't hold it back, and immediately covered her mouth and smiled, while Mo Yanxin's face was only solemn, as if "swords and dogs are not allowed to enter", "swords and dogs are not allowed to enter", or "swords and dogs are not allowed to enter", or "swords and dogs are not allowed to enter". Dogs are not allowed inside", it didn't make much difference to him, he just bowed silently and went down to prepare.

"Master is really angry this time." Mu Xianfeng said.

Long Su pinched the handle of the amethyst jade bone fan until it crackled: "Ning Dark Blood Debate was taken away by Ye Chongsheng."

Mu Xianfeng was taken aback: "Didn't the master borrow the bloodthirsty book from King Charles..." Before she finished speaking, she had connected a series of events together.After the battle of Liufa Tiangong, the master has temporarily returned to Shulou, where the west wind hibernates.Helpless, I don't get caught in the wind and dust, and the wind and dust infect others. He is the strongest bloodthirsty person in the world. Based on the principle that bloodthirsty people and blood-septic evils are fateful enemies, Ye Shengsheng came to the door again and again to provoke.Long Su was not afraid of him, but was annoyed by him. When he was annoyed, when King Charles, who was also harassed by the blood-stained evil and nearly collapsed, led three-quarters of him to the door for help, he recorded the The "Ning Dark Blood Debate", which created the experimental record of septic blood and different evils by the Simon family, was borrowed.

Naturally, with Long Su's heart of vengeance, for the three-quarters who threatened to kill him several times when he was in the limelight, he was in a good mood not to say anything. possible.Therefore, although he had the translation of Nie Wuren, the son of the former evil, what Long Su lent was the original full of ghost-drawing talismans.

Fortunately, King Charlie is also quite capable, and he did not know where to catch the clues, so he asked Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly, who is proficient in a small language and foreign languages, to help with the translation.Unexpectedly, the devil was ten feet tall, and Ye Zhongsheng robbed the book with a knife, and also robbed "Ning Dark Blood Debate". Fortunately, the ghost symbols in the book are too classic, King Charlie can't understand it, and Ye Zhongsheng naturally can't read it. I understand, after going around and around, I still have to rely heavily on Mr. Butterfly.In this way, it is very simple, you only need to wait for Mister Butterfly to finish the translation, and take back both the original and the translated version. This matter was originally held by the master to restrain Mr. Butterfly, and Mr. Jianzi started to carry out...

Mr. Jianzi will miss it too. "Ning Dark Blood Debate" contains too many untold secrets of the bloodthirsty. Does Mr. Jianzi really not understand the consequences of this book falling into the hands of the bloodthirsty's old enemy?

Thinking of this, Mu Xianfeng looked at Long Su's Jin Tong who was disturbed by hidden anger, and dared not speak any more.

After all, she has followed Long Su for many years, and if she doesn't understand Long Su's thoughts, she can at least guess five points.Mastering "Ning Dark Blood Debate" is equivalent to mastering a sharp sword that can kill the master. This sword, whether it is a sword or a Buddha sword, is too hurtful. It's possible that the anger will turn black on the spot into a dark boss.Therefore, letting it fall into the hands of the evil way can not only prevent the possibility of the master colluding with the dark forces, but also retain the power to restrain the master. After all, the true strength of the master today is already a terrifying unknown for people of the righteous way.

With the strength of Mr. Jianzi, rather than saying that he was defeated by Baixue Yixie, it is better to say that he missed on purpose.If the truth is true, the poison of his intentions is really chilling.

Fortunately...Mu Xianfeng breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

Fortunately, the original records involving the fatal weakness of the bloodthirsty were either checked and destroyed by the owner according to Nie Wuren's translation, or they were selected and kept as appropriate.Today's "Ning Dark Blood Debate" will certainly threaten ordinary or even high-level bloodthirsty people, but the master, an unprecedented bloodthirsty powerhouse, will not be restricted by it at all.Nie Wuren, the only one who had access to the full text of the original version, also made a solemn oath to Lian Wuxia that he would never divulge the content to anyone else. With that child's behavior, he would definitely not break his promise.

"When I lent "Ning Dark Blood Debate" that day, I expected that it would fall into the hands of strange evil one day." Long Su finally spoke.With Ye's rebirth method and scheming city, how could he not notice King Charlie's changes?What he wants is for Ye Rebirth to obtain this book and create a perfect septic blood evil. Only in this way will the darkness grow stronger, and then have the strength to hinder the righteous way.At that time, whether it is an alliance, hostility, or secret communication, in short, he, the bloodthirsty person who caused such a big disturbance in Liufa Tiangong, will no longer be the target of public criticism.

"But this matter was done by the sword..." Long Su said with his golden eyes, "I'll see how he has the face to see me again!"

The wind and snow are long, like the deepest blank space between heaven and earth, inadvertently blurring time and memory.Jianxue lay with her arms pillowed in the wind and snow, letting her thoughts turn into a solitary boat, drifting in the deep and endless torrent.

"Snow mountain and ice moat..." The ambiguous words are like swimming fish, and a clear scaled light suddenly emerges from the waves of thinking. Just a little wave of thoughts.No matter what kind it is, the faint sadness is still accompanied by a little bit of falling snow, which precipitates to the deepest part of my heart.

Only at this time can he grasp a little bit of his untraceable past.

"Countless people have been harmed by gold and silver seals a few days ago. According to the records of Yiliantuo's raw materials, evil people and swords can crack gold and silver. I hope you can help me." Listening to Jian Xue's ears, it was no different from a thunderstorm.Surprised, stunned, touched, the feeling in that moment is indescribable, it is the first time in his life that he has touched the words and phrases of Master Yilian Tuosheng, even if it is just a piece of miscellaneous records from unknown sources, the credibility is almost impossible Verified news.

Born nameless, people call him Jianxie, who walks alone in the world, and the sky does not allow him.He once thought this way, and he also confided his thoughts to Yijian Fengchan, but the latter just laughed wildly——since the secular heaven does not allow you, then from this moment on, I am your heaven!

From that day on, he had his own name and a badge of his existence, the snow-sealed swordsman in the storm, Jianxue Wuming.

A dear friend who is missed and cannot be approached, a relative who is lost forever without talking.Jianxue has lived for as long as Xu Kong Liao years, and there are only a few people who can really remember.

The flying catkins and snowflakes were pulled up suddenly by some kind of force, and they collided with each other in the gloomy night to form a meteor shower of overflowing brilliance. They stagnated for a subtle moment, and then fell down in a sweeping manner.Looking closely, each snowflake has condensed into a white and cool exquisite shape. What is strange is that the shape of each snowflake is very similar to Jianxue's forehead seal.

Yes, there is another odd number who knows each other but disagrees.

The sword energy swept across, brushing away the snow and ice that covered her body, Jian Xue looked behind her, and saw a young girl in purple clothes with a crown stepping on the snow, her eyes were clear, and the colorful snow and sand gathered into graceful handwriting: "Dare to ask Tun Buddha boy, is the imprint I drew correct?"

Jianxue looked away, and said in a clear voice, "The body is in perfect condition."

The handwriting immediately changed, and Lian Wuxia looked puzzled and helpless: "If you understand this, why bother to replace it?"

"I am Tunfo boy," Jianxue would never let go of this assertion, no matter who asked him, "But Tunfo is in the past, and now there is only Yu Jianxue who is nameless in the world."

Seeing his insistence, Lian Wuxia nodded slightly, accepting his decision.Acceptable never means understanding. Seeing doubts on her brows, Jianxue added: "For example, I carry Zhu Yan on my back. Although it is an evil sword, today, it is sleeping in its sheath and returning to the ordinary. .”

This explanation is really no different from no explanation.Lian Wuxia sighed blankly, knowing what Jian Xue was determined to hide, no one could find out why, but it was the first time she had known each other for many years, the sword that Jian Xue carried on his back day and night was originally called Zhu Yan.According to the "Shan Hai Jing Xi Shan Jing", Zhu Yan looks like an ape, with a white head and bare feet, and when he sees it, he is a soldier.With such an ominous beast as the name of the sword, it is no wonder that Jianxue's nickname is Jianxie, which is incompatible with his clear temperament.

Zhu Yanjian...why do you feel this name is so familiar?

She suddenly held her forehead.

Zhu Yan... Zhu Yan Sword... Zhu Yan Demon Sword!

Suddenly, endless lights and shadows exploded in his mind.The ambiguous blue and white cold fire, the dark orb on the bronze knife, the yaksha with a charming smile on the demon red spears, and the frost-white swaying spiritual streamer beside the scarlet sword blade.Every detail is incomparably clear, every texture is distorted, making people dizzy, but they can't control themselves from staring deeply.

Yan Mo.

red fire.

Zhu...

Sensing that the woman on the opposite side seemed to be worried, Jianxue was about to ask, when he heard a faint flute sound coming from a distance, faintly familiar, and his eyes brightened immediately.The sound of the flute also interrupted Lian Wuxia's torrent of thoughts, she suddenly woke up, only to feel a thin layer of cold sweat on her body.

In the depths of the wind and snow, a yellow-haired woman with a clear face was holding a flute and blowing lightly, her eyes were dark, and she came step by step on the snow.

The author has something to say: Every time the memory is awakened, it will be forgotten at a faster speed. Wuxiaer, when you walk outside the world, do you ever know where you come from?