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In the rainy season, the Beichuan Hall has a continuous rain of jumping beads, and the pearl rain of Longrun has made a large piece in a row, like a fairy blowing the flying stream.

Hazy pull in to see, the mountains as a soothing, close to the morning light, the sky is gloomy, the sense of oppression arises spontaneously, the mountains and rivers in the distance are faintly visible, Qinghui Roudi, the gods are low-lying, and there is a nest of rain.

Perhaps this is the scene that should be seen in the Jiaoyue season of the Beichuan Palace.

Seeing this rain, many disciples couldn't help but discourage their plans for morning exercises, even if they practiced Wufu, no one knew how heavy the rain would be.

The rain is like a crying child, more and more bizarre, and the thunder rumbling in the sky disturbs people's minds.

Beichuan is mountainous, there are not many rivers, there is no such shocking scene of rushing thousands of miles, and a thin direct stream is already full of radiance.

Zhengtian Pavilion.

"Suzaku!"

With a huge thunderclap in the sky, it resounded through the sky, and a huge flame suddenly leaped out of the door, with an ambiguous appearance, like a soaring bird, and like an eagle spreading its wings.

The Beast Divine Formula, the Vermilion Bird Seal.

Hao Jian only used one night, and he almost refined this first move, and it was quite easy to use.

Hao Jian's body was full of golden light, and the Buddha with low eyebrows behind him squinted his eyes, staring at the continuous rain outside.

The Suzaku that flew out emitted the hottest light in the rain, and a cloud of mist was steaming, and it was immediately washed away by the heavy rain of jumping beads.

Maybe that's a drawback.

Heaven can allow martial artists to directly use high-level martial arts, and the same will naturally give some obstacles, which is the so-called disadvantage.

Looking at the fog that gradually dissipated in front of him, Hao Jian shook his head again and again, "It will really dissipate......

Without the continuous supply of aura, no matter how I take my martial arts, I can't exert its original power, of course, in addition to some body martial arts, there are also defensive types.

Body martial arts need to be constantly moving, constantly consuming the aura of the martial artist, and the same kind of defensive type of martial arts is the same.

"It's raining again......" Staring at the slanting wind and drizzle outside, feeling a coolness, Hao Jian stepped out of the wooden door.

The rubble on the cloister was smashed loudly by the rain, perhaps the thick layer of dust on the rubble had been washed away, and there was no dull feeling, more crisp and pleasant.

The rockery stone embedded in the lake, a lot of water is gathered in the small hole, the raindrops and the rockery are full of collisions, and the worry-free hole leads to a ditch, splashing a large ball of water droplets and scattering it.

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. Raising his hand and feeling the absolute temperature of the rain, Hao Jian was slightly stunned and full of emotion.

"This rain came suddenly, and it is still a few days before it is time to enter the Jiuqu Secret Realm, I don't know what danger there will be in the next fog, and I don't know if I, Hao Jian, can survive safely. ”

Come to think of it, now the scene of Beichuan Palace's unfavorable to himself is still swept away, and he is not very fond of communicating with people by nature, and he is not even bother to find his sister, this Nizi is also, forget his brother.

"After the rain, there must be a good weather, and the nine songs return to the sea, and the place where the secret realm is located must not escape some unstable factors. ”

Feeling the coldest rain hitting the palm of my hand, I felt the warmth of my hand, and I couldn't help but think that the speed at which external factors changed the original nature of things was really fast.

Nine songs return to the sea.

Simple and clear, Hao Jian knew from books that Haiti has always had some extremely mysterious rumors, there are no strong sects there, only the Sea Clan.

The cultivation methods of the Sea Clan are different from those of the Qingzhou warriors, and they are more different from those in the Extreme Southern Region.

"What is the sea like in this world?" Hao Jian felt quite naïve at this time, but he really thought a lot about unknown things.

Cerulean blue, dark blue, light white, turquoise......

Countless strange colors popped up one after another, and I felt more and more ridiculous.

"If there is more water, it will accumulate, and if it accumulates, it will turn into different shades, and the colors will naturally be different. ”

At this moment, a small raindrop fell from the rubble of the cloister, gently stroked the bridge of Hao Jian's nose, and then subdivided, making his eyes itch a little more.

"The rain is the same as the water, the water is the shape of the sea, and I can't help but speculate. ”

Turned around, gently wiped away the rain, walked into the wooden door, and pushed the door together, with his feelings, Hao Jian didn't even look back, and stepped directly on the stairs and entered the second floor.

Jiao Yue's irritability made Hao Jian a little moody, especially in the past few days, the fire of ignorance always rose in his heart, and after it dissipated, it was quite sad.

Hao Jian felt that he was still repulsed in his heart, how to go without the system, and what was the goal of struggle......

In the previous life, I was used to it, and I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

In this life, I am confused, working from five to nine, always vigilant.

Sitting on the bed, there was a trace of unpleasant smell on the futon, Hao Jian didn't care, he didn't have a good rest for several days, and he used excessive spiritual power to urge him to do nothing, and he felt that he would be dragging this heavy skin bag tomorrow.

Drooping his eyelids that seemed to be half-asleep, revealing the last trace of the whites of his eyes, Hao Jian entered a very subtle feeling, his mind was alive, his empty body, he saw it!

So, this feeling is the second time he feels it, the first time the system disappears and can't be used, what will happen the second time?

Die?

The definition of death by a warrior cannot mean that the soul leaves the body, or turns into a heinous soul to do evil, or becomes a member of reincarnation.

Looking at Hao Jian now, isn't the definition of death completely applied to his body, can it be said that Hao Jian is dead?

"The sky covers the sky in all directions, and it falls into the Nine Late Star Abyss. ”

"Six realms gather in eight wildernesses, and ten places exterminate madness. ”

"The flowers are gradually confused, and they are obsessed with each other. ”

......

The vague words in the confusion, Hao Jian could only hear so much, and it was like a storm.

This poem may not be considered a poem, it does not rhyme at all, and it has no literary existence, but its significance to Hao Jian is extraordinary.

Muttering, Hao Jian's wandering soul sublimated in the dark void, "Fengyue has nothing to do with anyone, the restaurant has its own heart." ”

The words of his previous life still linger in his mind, lingering, limerick poems, which Hao Jian had no intention of writing in his previous life, but recited every day.

Where is limerick?

It doesn't make sense to read it at all, but Hao Jian just thinks it's limerick, and it's understandable, after all, he just read it to himself.

"The creation of a whim, now reads, more or less has some simple truth......"

There is only the darkness of nothingness, this time it is really a tragic death, wandering in it without a clue, without any plans, because Hao Jian found that he gradually liked this special feeling.

Lonely and blind, at least not thinking about what to do next.

Such a life may be arranged clearly, but with a trajectory, it is better than aimless.

He simply squatted down, his ethereal soul closing his eyes slightly, quietly waiting for something to come.

Maybe this time, you can, a dream for eternity, forever in vain.

......

......

Once his soul returned, Hao Jian was excited, and suddenly found that he had fallen under the bed......