Jun Man set foot on Langmei Mountain and saw the sunshine of the outside world for a long time.

She looked up at the rising sun, silently counted the time in her mind, and when she stepped on the summit with an umbrella, it was the end of the orchestra's performance.

Then, Jun Mansu removed the flocculent that had plugged his ears.

In the blink of an eye, only half of the musicians who participated in the battle of Langmei Mountain remained.

The nameless Kotorou clan seems to have little interest in anything other than the Seren. The Seru was alone holding the one-man tall Seqin, and after nodding to Jun Man, she was taken away from the scene by the Qin Lang.

The Xun and Xiao Jun who were hidden in the shadows never appeared, and in the end, they were left to deal with the people who came to Linque, or the hard-working erhu beggar Miao Xu, and Mr. Pipa, who looked tired and closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

The erhu beggar stood up and bowed, and introduced the music to Lin Que, a young master who had lived behind the scenes for a long time: "This piece is called 'Morning Dew', which is different from the previous experiments, and we have not erased this person's memories and emotions. “

If it is a blank slate, even if there is still a fighting instinct, it will take a while to teach. Jun Mansu didn't have the time and energy to teach a person, so he chose another method.

The Erhu beggar continued: "But our joy has succeeded in empathizing with him, using dreams as a medium to insert a sufficiently real experience into his memory, probably in comparison with our relationship with Linque. “

A real dream often confuses people's memories, so that things that have not happened become some kind of impression and remain in the memory, making people mistakenly believe that it is the reality that they have experienced.

"So, when he opens his eyes, he should be an ally of Lin Que." Jun Man said.

"Human consciousness is only the surface, and there are infinite distractions below the sea of consciousness, which is the confirmation of his life. However, all the spells involving memory and emotions often cannot be recognized by the master for a long time, and it is precisely because of the existence of the bottom of the sea of consciousness that after the waves are surging, the modified memory conflicts with the real life, and the future is endless. Mr. Pipa suddenly spoke: "Lin Que should know this better than us. ”

"The reason why I want to borrow your hands is precisely because the way of music is easier to resonate with people's hearts than the blunt and direct technique."

Jun Mansu was gentle and polite: "Thank you for your help, please." ”

In the Lin Que, because the inkstone master had spent a long time studying this kind of magic, there are many records of the study of human consciousness and soul.

For today's trip, Jun Mansu has done his homework in advance, and understands Mr. Pipa's words, which is actually to remind himself not to think that the success of the music is foolproof, and then misbehave, so that the other party can see through the obstacle in advance.

After the words were finished, the two elders of Erhu and Pipa glanced at each other, got up, and left together.

Jun Mansu turned to face the flawless son who was holding a sword and crutches. She didn't know what kind of process the experience of confrontation with the orchestra would be distorted and beautified in the early hours of the morning when Mingzhu's memory was subtly changed, but she had the patience to wait for him to wake up, and decided on the first sentence to be said in a while-

"Are you okay?"

…… When consciousness surfaced, Mingzhu Qiu Flawed recovered a little reason from a chaotic memory, and before he opened his eyes, he heard a soft and pleasant voice in his ears.

This must be a girl as beautiful as her voice.

At this time, such a thought appeared in the heart of the innocent son. Until he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a picture that was as beautiful as his voice...... But suddenly a familiar face appeared in the bottom of my heart.

Memory recall, recovery, awakening!

“…… Lin Que. Mingzhu Qiu slowly pronounced the word that appeared in his mind, and then "completely" remembered everything that had just happened, "I wanted to use the power of the orchestra to break through the limits of the body, but I almost went crazy." ”

"That's it, I owe you once."

Frowning and seeing that he was in a mess, the flawless son got up and put his sword into the sheath, sweeping the dust on his sleeves.

Mingzhu looked up at the front again...... It should be called a familiar woman, her lips moved, and she opened her mouth to call out the name that naturally emerged: "Raise the clouds to make up for the heavenly monarch!" ”

Jun Man's attitude is natural.

This woman, who should have been weak, has learned something more valuable than being blindly strong during the changes of time, which is self-reliance and autonomy.

Have enough wisdom to make yourself invincible, and have the ability to implement your own ideas. Since entering the Lin Que, no matter what situation he faces, the calm and waveless mentality of the Cloud Replenishing Heavenly Monarch has never changed, and at this time, it is the same in the face of the third person on the blood list who is famous on the rivers and lakes.

Jun Man handed the umbrella to his left hand, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve with his right hand, and handed it forward as if he was familiar with it.

Her natural movements dispelled the last trace of doubt that floated in the heart of the flawless son Mingzhu, and truly accepted the dream past that came from empathy.

In this long road of rivers and lakes, except for the only friend around him, Drunken Boy, Mingzhu seems to have received the help of the woman in front of him many times, and the relationship with the organization of Spring and Autumn Linque, which is hidden behind the scenes of martial arts, is very different.

Mingzhu Qiufang took the silk handkerchief, cleaned up the blood stains on his hands, and sneered softly:

"I can let you come forward, what kind of trouble did you get into this time?"

Jun Man said, "It's not a trouble. ”

When I first woke up, the pleasant voice I heard sounded again, Mingzhu Qiufang's heart moved slightly, some didn't understand that he had known Jun Mansu for so many years, what was his heart at this time?

…… How do you make use of the combat power in front of you, and how do you say it so that you don't make the other party suspicious? In just a moment, Jun Mansu already had an idea in his heart.

"Lin Que has entered the WTO, everyone has their own tasks, and so do I."

She said: "Walking the martial arts, it is inevitable to compete with others, and I don't want to waste time on this matter, so I ......."

"Can you please accompany me and accompany me for a ride, so as to avoid the troubles of this world?" The oil-paper umbrella is painted with a black plum on a white background, and the umbrella moves gently forward, half-blocking the sunlight above their heads.

Mingzhu stretched out her hand, moved freely and took the oil-paper umbrella from Jun Man's hand, who seemed to be slightly stunned, and raised it high to shield her from the sunlight above, "That's it?" ”

"That's it." Jun Man said.

In this way, wherever she can reach, the pearl can become a combat force.

"Yes." Mingzhu turned sideways, stood side by side with Jun Man, and could see Xiumei's fair neck as soon as he turned his head, "Today, where are you going?" He inhaled lightly, no longer thinking about it, but somewhat enjoyed the wind blowing on Langmei Mountain at this time.

"Send an invitation to a place where there is a certain risk for Linque." The establishment of the public court is imminent, and the Confucian side has already reached a conclusion, and there are still two places left for Buddhism and Taoism.

After determining Mingzhu's attitude of seeking flaws, Jun Mansu also stopped paying attention to it, and directly shifted the topic to the upcoming action:

"Buddha Gate, Cloud Drum Thunder Peak."

……

…… The matter of Langmei Mountain has come to an end.

The sun had not long risen, but as early as last night, when the Langmei Mountain was in turmoil, the news had been quickly passed from the hands of the watchers into a cluttered hut that seemed to be covered with cobwebs in the depths of the decaying forest.

Then, from the woods, a sudden wave came out, and an order came in a black cart that only walked at night, and the wheels rolled forward, looking for a cold and sorrowful woman with a knife in a black and red kimono pouring herself a drink in the grass pavilion under the moon.

With the unique fingering five-fingered Xuandan of volley attack as proof, continuing the road of no return with trade in exchange for trade, the fourth person in the blood list killer, the woman in the black and red kimono temporarily opened her eyes from the long-term intoxication, stepped on the clogs in the night, and stepped on the yin and yang beach at the moment when the sun rose in the east.

After the sun rises, on the shore of yin and yang, the desperate letter fights with his target person, after they separate.

His whereabouts were exposed. Du Fanglin thought to himself, and it was definitely not a matter of a day or two, most likely he leaked his whereabouts when he went to the Confucian world. Therefore, at least one of the three dissidents around Shulou Longsu has a decided.

Therefore, on the painting boat last night, the matter of killing hatred must have entered the eyes of others, and it is no longer a secret. To eliminate the subsequent effects, the only choice is to make the secret completely "not a secret" in the next operation.

Du Fanglin was thinking more about the follow-up, but he was a little careless about the life and death of the desperate love letter in front of him.

can provoke people in the blood list to come directly to the door, indicating that there is at least one success on the band's side. This is equivalent to pulling teeth from the mouth of a tiger, and it is normal for tigers to have hostile reactions, and it also validates a guess.

The blood list, long before the plot began, was already in the bag of the Taixue master.

With a "ding" sound, the long knife entered the sheath to break the calm of the seashore.

The killer didn't look back, and after a desperate letter of love, he stopped and paused slightly.

Du Fanglin was ready to usher in the second killing move, but unexpectedly, the woman in the black and red kimono did not turn her head, and directly returned the knife into the sheath and left quickly.

For a moment, he moved his fingers, but he did nothing.

Life is like a love letter, and it disappears from his eyes.

“…… Very crisp action. ”

If you miss a blow, you will withdraw immediately, not like what a person with a determination to kill should do as shown by the murderous aura before, but more like someone has specially ordered him in advance, one blow can't take Du Fanglin's life, don't stay longer, be sure to leave immediately.

Someone tried out the truth.

There are changes in abilities and behaviors between the main body and the avatar, and these changes will affect the subsequent actions against him.

Miscalculated.

He should have left the letter of despair. Now that the people behind the blood list have been aware, the remaining few people should be alert and will not have the opportunity to "pull teeth" again. Okay, let's go here first.

Ten feet away from the beach, there was a sudden "bang" on the sea.

It was the soaked Hachitsu who struggled to swim back from the sea and stood up on another beach.

Hachito looked around, as if he didn't see anyone.

The desperate letter shattered Du Fanglin's illusion in order to cover up the mist around him, but when he left, he didn't notice that there was also an illusion of concealing his whereabouts near the two.

This was originally Du Fanglin's just in case, so as not to fall into the trap of others due to distraction while dealing with a killer, but he never thought that he would harm his "own people" Tianya Lone Son Eight Confessions.

Du Fanglin was about to raise his hand to disperse the illusion, when he heard the sound of eight confessions laughing madly in the wind:

“…… I'm free, I'm free! ”

“……”

It sounds like a harsh way of teaching.

At this moment, a sentence from his previous life flashed in Du Fanglin's heart, who stopped moving in his hand:

'You're gone. ’