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Lu Yu pouted and walked on the wooded path in the west of the city, "What! Finally passed the assessment, the three of them seemed to have passed easily, and they felt that they had become like cabbage." ”

As he walked and muttered to himself, a huge cold wind rushed towards him, blowing Lu Yu away, and before he could stand firmly, two or three cold winds directly blew in, mixed with frost.

Lu Yu, who was blown down, got up, sneezed three times, trembled all over, and couldn't help scolding: "his cousin! (This is the foul language I learned from the guests when I was helping in my own restaurant) It's still summer, why is it so cold?"

"Boom!" came out, and it shook Lu Yu's eardrum painfully, and there was no lightning, where did the thunder come from?

It seems to have come from the front, and the sound doesn't look like thunder, could it be that the monster Chengjing in the depths of the woods is doing something, right? With curiosity, Lu Yu walked forward cautiously, and as soon as the cold wind mixed with frost hit, he hid behind the tree.

Walking around Tibet like this, after a tea time passed, there was no cold wind blowing again, Lu Yu did not dare to be careless, and moved forward more carefully.

The surrounding trees and flowers were already covered with frost, a scene that was almost unheard of in this great city of the Southern Dynasty, which never snowed.

Feeling that it was extremely close, Lu Yu hid behind the tree, and secretly looked at it, the snow in front of him was white, in his impression, this should be a water lake, but it was frozen at this time. If it weren't for the cold teeth fighting, Lu Yu would have been so shocked that his mouth could be stuffed into his fist.

Next to the 'small lake', a Taoist priest in tattered clothes sat there cross-legged, and from Lu Yu's angle, he could only see the thin back, but not his face.

"Little ghost, come here!" The cold voice came, Lu Yu was shocked, he had been discovered, this person's tone was cold, in Lu Yu's opinion, it was not good.

"If you dare to run away, this lake will be your fate. The cold voice came again, making Lu Yu, who just wanted to run away, stop, looking at the frozen lake, and had to walk towards the Taoist priest.

Walking in front of the Taoist priest, at first glance, he took a few steps back, and what Lu Yu saw was a face that was so white that it didn't look like a living person, and he was suspicious.

"Reach out. The Taoist priest ordered.

Lu Yu trembled, realizing that this was not an ordinary person, and he knew that it would be impossible to escape, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, feeling like the assessment of Caiyun Academy.

The Taoist priest took a ride to his vein, his pale face showed a little joy, and when he mentioned the last remnant of his true qi, he passed on a complete set of "Heart Sutra on the Morning of the Cold Moon", and the cold pure essence had been passed on to a stinky boy who was unwilling to apprentice, and the rest was also consumed, temporarily freezing an enemy in the lake.

A large amount of information kept pouring into his mind, and Lu Yu had a splitting headache, and tried hard to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by the dead. In this way, I gritted my teeth and struggled for a small half column of incense for a long time, and the pain slowly subsided, I felt that my mind was clear, my thinking was sharp, and I remembered something in my mind, and I didn't recognize the words of the line and some portraits that looked like human movements, but I could remember it firmly.

"The entire Yin Xuan Dao faction suffered the disaster of annihilation, and none of the entire sect survived. "This Taoist priest is the cold front Taoist priest who was seriously injured by the fierce Taoist priest, and at this time, the tears on his cold and resolute face kept falling, yes! No matter how cold, indifferent, and indifferent, those fellow disciples and brothers who grew up and cultivated together were not always in their hearts?

The snowflakes of the mountain gate......

The severe, cold, and iron-for-steel division commanders ......

The future of Yin Xuandao who faces his indifference or innocent smile......

"Hehehe! Everything is broken. Daoist Hanfeng laughed miserably, his eyes were full of hatred, both hating the cruelty of the enemy, and hating his own powerlessness to take revenge.

Lu Yu was also infected by this pale Taoist priest, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Kids. For the first time, Daoist Hanfeng spoke softly to someone, "There is a demon sealed in this lake, and the seal is about to be broken, you can leave quickly!"

Lu Yu didn't say anything, just nodded.

"As a descendant of the poor Dao, within ten years, you must cultivate the "Cold Moon Morning Heart Sutra" to avenge the master and the Yin Xuan Dao, otherwise, I will become a ghost and you will never be at peace!"

"Okay!" Lu Yu choked up and agreed, this was a child's promise, and he couldn't forget it, because the voice and appearance of Daoist Hanfeng had been deeply rooted in his mind and lingered.

Not long after, the woods on the west side of Gongzhou City made a loud sound of breaking, and the frightened birds flew apart, but because there were fewer people, there was not much disturbance.

Outside the woods, Lu Yu glanced back, wiped away his tears, and slowly left.

The cold pure essence qi in Li Junfeng's body in the windy building stirred for a while, and then he was suppressed back, this inexplicable situation, Li Junfeng couldn't understand it, at least, he didn't know that the cold Feng Taoist who forced him to apprentice would never find him again, and after three years, he could no longer find anyone who could relieve the crisis caused by the cold pure essence in his body.

The sky thundered loudly, and the rain fell down on the earth with a loud bang, who said that the thunder was loud and the rain was small?

Heaven is crying for the Yin Xuandao? Heaven is unfair, so it will not be so sensational, and now is the rainy season.

Lu Yu was already soaked when he got home, the family was nagging and boiling hot soup to bathe him, changing into clean and comfortable clothes, he sneezed a few times and snotted a lot, drank a bowl of ginger soup with honey and went back to his room to the west window in a daze, it was a sleepless night.

Even if you close the doors and windows, you can feel the freshness and comfort of the outside air, so Li Junfeng and his siblings love rainy days.

The devil was seriously injured and fled far away, and the residents who heard the loud noise in the woods west of the city thought that you were thundering, and they didn't care, but this loud noise sounded to an old man who tasted tea and enjoyed the rain, but it was different.

When the old man paid for his tea and rushed to the source of the sound, he saw only corpses and a sword all over the ground, as well as small pieces of ice that had melted away by the rain floating on the lake.

The old man picked up the sword and looked at it, inserted it back into the scabbard, struck out a mud pit in the air with a wave of his palm, buried the corpse in it, and carved the 'Tomb of Hanfeng Zhenren' on the tree next to him, and slowly left in the rain, and the Yaxing who drank tea was gone, so he drank and went to ......

Yin Xuandao was destroyed, no one knows who the murderer is, it has become a martial arts case, and all forces are tracking, some in order to return Yin Xuandao to justice, and some covet the territory of Yin Xuandao...... Originally, someone could have been spared by going out to practice, but unfortunately due to the sect competition, they were basically recalled, only the Hanfeng Taoist was far away, and he was seriously injured and could not return, and the only person who should have been spared was also killed, in Gongzhou City.

Many people searched in Yin Xuan Dao, but they didn't find any martial arts secrets, everyone thought that Yin Xuan Dao martial arts fell into the hands of people who killed Yin Xuan Dao, but in fact, the more authentic martial arts were in a child in Gongzhou City.

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