"What's your name?, where does your family live?" This person's pale face showed a stiff smile, it was Xuan Wuji, the sect leader of the Broken Sword Tantric Sect, three years ago, for the sake of the "Heart Sutra of the Cold Moon and Morning", he infiltrated the Yin Xuandao Gate, and took advantage of all the people in the sect to rush back to celebrate the birthday of the head of the sect, and poisoned the whole door, only the Han Feng Taoist who was seriously injured by Yan Lie did not return to the sect to escape, and was finally found, Han Feng was seriously injured and did not recover, and it was difficult to escape. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Xuan Wuji absorbed the cold pure essence of eighty-one people in the Yin Xuan Dao with special exercises, it is a pity that the "Heart Sutra of the Cold Moon and the Morning" was destroyed by the head of the sect when he was dying, and there was no corresponding exercise to control such a huge amount of cold pure essence, which made him fall into an ice cellar all year round, extremely cold, his hair, eyebrows, and pupils were frozen white, and he was able to live until now, and he also suppressed a lot of cold qi with "Three Phases Divine Skill".

"Gongzhou City is full of wind, a young man named Lu Yu. Zeng Chaoxiong replied.

"Soul sickle, bone hand, you go to Gongzhou City, bring people back, remember, to live. Xuan Wuji said to the air, "Of course, if you get the Heart Method, you don't have to bring someone back. ”

"Yes, Sect Master. The two figures in the window replied, and then the figures flashed and disappeared.

Zeng Chaoxiong, who was standing next to him, was a little apprehensive, and he didn't know if there would be a reward, although this was a credit, but he lost the competition in Caiyun Academy and lost the face of the Sword Breaking Tantra.

"Chaoxiong, your brother has made meritorious contributions, your brother can join the teacher, and he will pass on a few tricks to you in a few days. Xuan Wuji said lightly, without getting the secret of cultivating the Ice Cold Qi, he still couldn't feel at ease.

"Master Xie!" Xuan Wuji never mentioned the matter of losing the competition, it seems that this credit is not ordinary! Zeng Chaoxiong was secretly happy.

At the end of the day's busyness, I took a shower in the bath and hurried back to my room in my nightgown. The probe looked around the doorway and closed the door when he saw that no one was moving. Under the bed in the room, Lu Yu took out a notebook. It is crooked and written "The Heart Sutra of the Cold Moon and Morning", which Lu Yu wrote down with his heart because he was afraid that he would suddenly forget the exercises passed on by Han Feng, the words were more ugly and barely understood, and the picture was drawn very well, because he had also learned to paint.

After opening the Heart Sutra, Lu Yu meditated on the bed and cultivated. As Lu Yu operated according to his mental method, his body was gradually covered with a faint white mist. If Daoist Hanfeng lived to see this scene, he would definitely be surprised. It is not difficult to practice the Heart Sutra at the beginning of the cold month, but there is a necessary condition, that is, it can only be practiced when the cold air is first born in the morning. But Lu Yu is not only not, but also can absorb the cold qi of the moon at night, refine and purify it for his own use, this is definitely a genius in the Yin Xuan Dao lineage that is rare to see in a hundred years! Before he died, Daoist Han Feng got a successor who could really inherit all his mantles by chance, and he could also be blind under Jiuquan.

Boom! Suddenly a thunderclap woke up Lu Yu, who was cultivating, and the cold air around him immediately dissipated. "What, it's going to rain. Lu Yu looked at the lightning outside the window and muttered to himself. Boom! The white thunder and lightning once again streaked across the night sky, and the window was illuminated as if it were day.

The long white light shone on Lu Yu's face, extremely bright. However, in this white light, there was also a black shadow that was stretched long. He was standing in the doorway of the room, and suddenly appeared like a ghost. Across the portal, Lu Yu felt the boundless murderous aura and the strong bloody aura.

Frightened, the cold hairs on his whole body stood upright, and the cold sweat flowed on his back, Lu Yu couldn't care about it so much, he quickly got up at the moment, picked up the remnant snow sword hanging next to the bed with one hand (this was passed on to him by the wind blowing willow, and the wind blowing willow was picked up when he buried Han Feng), and drew the sword to get up. At the same time, he yelled: "Who!" The person at the door is so strong in martial arts, he is definitely not an opponent, and he has to find a way to escape.

At this moment, the door was broken open by a pair of skinny hands, and the wooden door was scratched by the bones like tofu. A masked man dressed in black walked in, looking at Lu Yu who was on guard with a sword on the bed, and let out a low, dark laugh from his mouth. "Who am I? Of course I'm the one who came to kill you!" An ugly voice like his laughter sounded from the mouth of the black-clothed man, and at the same time, his five fingers became claws, and he struck Lu Yu with a whistling wind......

In a room on the second floor of the Fengmanlou, Lu Weicheng was counting today's accounts on the desk in the room, and the whole room was only the sound of Lu Weicheng's abacus ticking. Stampe your feet from time to time to warm them up.

A warm robe was draped from Lu Weicheng's back, and a pair of snow-white hands were gently rubbed on his shoulders. Putting down the abacus in his hand, Lu Weicheng held the hands on his shoulders, his eyes were full of love and said, "Madam, it's hard work." "The husband is still working so late at night, it should be your hard work, and the concubine can't share it for the husband, so she can only take care of some trivial things in life, which is not hard. The soft voice sounded in Lu Weicheng's ears, and he spoke unhurriedly, neither loudly nor quietly, which made people feel very good.

Lu Weicheng turned his head to look at the beautiful woman behind him. She is not very good-looking, but her facial features are exquisite, she has a pair of neat willow eyebrows on her eyes, and her waist-length long hair falls straight down, without the slightest mess. Despite wearing a loose nightgown, the whole body is still neatly organized, which makes people look at it with a delicate beauty that is pleasing to the eye. This person is Lu Weicheng's wife - Lin Yuling.

"After so many years, I have been through the ups and downs with you, and now I have Yu'er, and I am very satisfied with my husband. Lu Weicheng touched Lin Yuling's delicate face and said. "What kind of frustrating words did the husband say, the concubine has to watch Yu'er grow up with her husband, marry a wife and have children, and accompany you to old age. Lin Yuling snuggled into Lu Weicheng's arms and said softly.

"Yes, we still have to watch Yu'er grow up, marry a wife and have children, and grow ......old together," Lu Weicheng said slowly, but his gentle eyes suddenly became fierce. And Lin Yuling didn't know when to leave Lu Weicheng's arms, so he lifted the wooden board under his feet and took out a long carved sandalwood box.

Boom! Thunder exploded, and the white light dimmed even the candlelight in the room. Lu Weicheng stared at the ceiling above his head with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Friend, since you are here, why don't you show up and have a cup of tea?"

The second thunder followed, "Who?" Accompanied by the thunder, there was also Lu Yu's roar. "Yu'er!" Hearing Lu Yu's shout, Lin Yuling hurriedly wanted to run out of the door to check. But there was a cracking sound from the ceiling, and a scythe with iron chains mixed with broken pieces of wood went straight to Lin Yuling's thin neck. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yuling stopped his pace forward, floated back, and dodged this fatal scythe. The scythe slashed across the plank, which clattered like a piece of paper into a long ravine. Tsk! Lin Yuling snorted softly, unwilling, and worried about Lu Yu's safety, so he wanted to rush out again. But he was stopped by Lu Weicheng and said: "Madam, don't be impulsive, Yu'er has studied martial arts after all, and it will be fine for a while, and now we have to break through the person in front of us before we can make plans!"

Among the broken wood that fell in front of Lu Weicheng and his wife, there stood a man in black, with a thin face, a pair of green eyes, the iron chains around his body were coiled around his body like snakes, and he held the sickle that had just attacked Lin Yuling in his hand. He looked at Lu Weicheng, and a dry and lifeless voice came out of his mouth: "I thought that the shopkeeper and his wife were ordinary people who were powerless, but I never thought that the two of them were both people in the martial arts, but it was my soul chasing sickle that looked away!"

"I didn't expect that Sect Master Xuan looked up to Lu so much, and actually sent one of the top ten ghost envoys to assassinate me and others, which really flattered my husband and wife!" Lu Weicheng's face was joyless and carefree, his eyes stared at the soul chasing sickle and said: "Why, I haven't seen you for ten years, and I don't even remember my old friends?"

Hearing this, the Soul Chasing Scythe couldn't help but be stunned, a pair of green eyes kept flashing, and Lu Weicheng re-examined Lu Weicheng and asked, "Who are you?" As soon as the words fell, a piece of sandalwood covered with carved interrogations smashed towards the Soul Chasing Scythe. With a wave of his hand, the soul chasing sickle cut the sandalwood cover in two.

But at the moment when the wooden cover was sliced open, it was followed by a slender sword light. Straight to the throat of the Soul Chaser. The Soul Chasing Scythe was taken aback by this sword move, but he was still a master in the end, and he immediately saw that this sword was empty but not powerful. At that moment, the other hand moved, and the fingers flicked on the sword three times in a row, and with three clicks, the sword was broken.

But at this moment, another sword light fell from the top of his head, and before the sword arrived, his sword qi had arrived, and it was incomparably domineering, and it opened and closed. "Not good!" "Not good!" the soul chasing sickle said secretly, the strength was no longer retained, the internal force around the body was agitated, and it burst out all at once, shaking the tables and chairs around it, and the iron chains on his body flew, intertwined on the top of the soul chasing sickle's head, and collided with this sword light.

Boom! The internal explosion spread out between the two, all the doors and windows exploded, and the wooden planks that had been destroyed under their feet were hit again, and finally they could not bear the collapse with a bang, and both of them fell downstairs.

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