Aoyama sect.

These three words carry all of Ning Moli's emotions, like a whispered remembrance, like a roar of blazing reminiscence.

Tick.

The wrinkled old face was in tears.

Somehow, the tears smashed on the bluestone bricks of the main gate of the Qingshan Sect, shattering into a crystal bright light, mysterious and unfathomable.

Smack.

Ning Mo returned to the Qingshan Sect step by step.

At this moment, like an ancient beast that has awakened, it opens its ferocious eyes, but it flows with sad and mournful emotions.

"Master?"

Han Dong stood in front of the main entrance in a daze.

Just ask.

Who would have imagined that if Ning Moli is obedient and gratuitous, there will be times when he cries in pain. This is the deepest affection and sexuality, which moved Han Dong and was silent.

Just ask.

Is Ning Moli worthy of sympathy?

Han Dong asked himself, but he couldn't find an answer, quietly looked at Ning Moli's rickety back, walked into the main entrance, and kept moving along the dusty road.

Look around.

The majestic main gate of the Aoyama Sect, then the main hall portal of the sect, and finally the living area of the Aoyama Sect.

At a glance, there are no visions.

Not mysterious, not brilliant, only lonely buried under the sea breeze and dust.

It is both unexpected and reasonable. Because Qingshan Sect is located on an island in the East China Sea, it is about more than 100 kilometers away from the capital of Yunhai.

After the sect was closed, no one cared.

Only the gentle sea breeze and the warm sunshine.

More than 20 years later, the Qingshan Sect only has broken walls, and there are cracks everywhere, and there was probably a strong and incomparable vibration, which shattered the main gate, collapsed the main hall, and the area of the sect was withered.

Click.

A huge bluestone brick, with a crack in it, and beneath it was the wet dirt of the island.

Han Dong gently stretched out his right foot and rubbed the bluestone brick twice, which was covered with cracks that had been washed over the years.

"More than twenty years ago. ”

"What the hell is going on here. ”

He felt something in his heart, and when he raised his eyes, Ning Moli's back had already entered the main hall area, and he seemed to be holding a memorial item woven by his own hands.

Rushing!

Ning Moli stopped his steps, and the chain of fire was wrapped around him, as if forming a fire cage.

The waves of fire spread in circles, the extremely red firelight, scattering the blazing temperature, constantly beating, scorching the sea breeze, burning out the emotions, rendering a fantasy scenery of silence.

Hiss!

The corners of Han Dong's eyes jumped wildly.

At this moment, Ning Moli turned into a brilliant flame, and the violent power filled all directions, suppressing the sea breeze on the island alive, creating a hundred-meter-high flame out of thin air!

"Qingshan Sect!"

Ning Moli opened his arms and embraced everything.

Crash!

The flames that were 100 meters high, fused with air and sea breeze, turned into a blazing flame stream superimposed in circles, the temperature was extremely high, scorching the world, like volcanic magma, gurgling beside Ning Moli's body.

Under the mountain gate.

Han Dong's face froze: "What kind of technique is this?"

The unbridled flow of flames, like a hurricane on the shores of nature, adds volcanic magma, creating a bizarre and spectacular spectacle.

Strong!

It's incredible, it's incredible.

Even if he was a martial general, comparable to an ordinary martial arts sect, Han Dong couldn't stop smacking his tongue, and he couldn't imagine how terrifying the power hidden inside Ning Moli's thin body was.

Crash.

100 meters of Yanliu, continue to move forward.

The main hall, which was covered with dust, began to scorch black, then melted, and finally turned to ashes, and Ning Moli wept while destroying the lonely and declining Qingshan Sect.

The pain of the past will eventually be washed away.

The light of today shall shine brightly.

This is a crazy obsession that has been completely distorted, full of fiery and incomprehensible to ordinary people, including Han Dong, of course.

"Master?"

"He, he's going to destroy these areas and rebuild them!?"

The heat wave was coming, as if he was on the verge of fire, Han Dong let out a sigh and hurriedly rushed to the front door.

Smack.

The right palm touched the dilapidated light-colored stone door, and when he landed, he sensed the gray-white air flow in the stone door, showing a wisp of structure, complex and indescribable, flowing endlessly, like a touch of mysterious and strange cotton wool.

A wisp of gray air reappeared.

It is no different from Han Dong's earlier speculation...... In the world of martial arts, the things that carry the twists and turns of fate contain a wisp of gray air.

Absorb!

Gray air currents, integrated into the body.

Han Dong hurriedly bent his knees here, bent down and touched the bluestone bricks, ten bluestones, about six or seven bluestones contained gray and white air currents.

Absorb!

It's all in the body!

But while feeling that his body was getting stronger, Han Dong also wanted to cry and raise his head without tears, looking at the master Ning Moli who was still moving forward in the distance, the flame was rioting, and the high temperature was spreading.

"My good master!"

"Can I discuss something with you...... After all the apprentices have touched it, you can destroy the ruins of the sect again, is it okay?"

Do you still need to ask, no.

As the only disciple of the master, this tacit understanding must always be necessary...... In case Ning Mo threw out a violent flame flow without recognizing his six relatives, would he be able to stop his liquid internal force?

I'm afraid I can't stop it.

Because of the circle of flames that scorched the air, it melted the bluestone and steel, and seemed to be comparable to the magma at the bottom of a volcano.

"Alas. ”

Han Dong sighed and continued to inhale the gray airflow.

That's fine.

As soon as possible, you should suck in the gray air flow that you can harvest, and you can't expect too much, after all, life is the most important thing.

......

At the same time、Suhe City。

At the entrance of the slightly high-end community, there are two metal sculptures of Dapeng spreading their wings, surrounded by colorful glowing trees, which is the Gede community where Li Ziwei lives.

Boom!

The door of the taxi, close gently.

Li Ziwei, who was wearing a white down jacket, stood at the main entrance of the Gede community with a sad face, with a high-end and gorgeous marble brick surface under her feet, and sighed in a low voice.

"What to do. ”

"What's the point of being proud of your academic achievements? I couldn't help my mother, so I had to take a taxi home. ”

The drastic changes that suddenly took place shattered Li Ziwei's concept of life.

She had thought.

Learning is the only way, passing the college entrance examination and being admitted to Jiangnan University is the only way to succeed in life. But now in front of the powerful forces, the identity of the students of the university is not worth mentioning at all.

Whew.

The cold winter wind, with a cold low temperature, patrolled the earth, blowing Li Ziwei's face red, blowing Li Ziwei's cold body, feeling deep and unspeakable fear and despair.

There are community lights around, but they can't brighten up the mood.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, and they looked at Li Ziwei squatting on the ground in surprise, and no one stopped hurrying home.

Suddenly.

A familiar image flashed through her mind.

"Studying doesn't help me, so ...... What about martial arts?" Li Ziwei stood up, looked up at the more than two-meter-tall Peng Bird sculpture, and was stunned: "Martial arts, can you control your own destiny?"

I still remember that last year, she persuaded Han Dong here to give up martial arts and study, which is the right way.

Now, she stretched out her slender jade hand that was red from the cold, held her mobile phone, logged in to WeChat, and stared at the > martial arts and learning named Han Dong, which is right and which is wrong?

Li Ziwei didn't know, she just pursed her lower lip and sent a text message: Can you help me...... Please, help me.