Mu Shaoai followed all the way from the Central Plains to this northwest place. Being able to retire from the status of the substitute owner of the Glass Wonderland alive is also a very surprise to this old man.

Although there is an element of his wish to be disregarded by his willful self, he also retreats with great difficulty, and he really retains it further.

From then on, the pharmacist had plenty of time to solve some old things, such as trying to stretch out his minions and pick up the black faction of the orphans of the Wat family of the Loyal Martyr's Mansion or something.

At that time, Du Fanglin was also investigating this matter.

The front foot is separated and snapped together.

As soon as Mu Shaoai was interested, he left a puzzle on the edge of the isolated island lake where the bamboo fence was located, to see if someone from Nadu could go to the island. I have tried the bamboo fence in the middle of the Gu Emperor before, and after beating the grass and startling the snake, the people who go to the island are very easy to be bitten by snakes. Oops, the old man was very relieved to throw the person out, and was ready to follow up and check the clues later.

As a result, I accidentally watched the events in the northwest all the way. And in the here and now, because they couldn't get too close to the two congenital people who were competing against each other, the coincidence of karma helped this side to play with a golden cicada shelling Shower Sheng.

Next to the door of the house.

The shadow stretches obliquely with the setting sun.

"Huhuhu......"

Mu Shaoai lifted the cigarette pipe with his right hand and picked up the white hair on one side, and the sleeve swept forward to send a wisp of Xu Feng, talking about the secret medicine "God Drunk Dream Fan" provided by him, with three points of fun and inducement: "Let's try this taste?" ”

is also a swordsman, and the Heaven Casting Hand is not at all like Aoxiao Hongchen and others.

Shower Yusheng is more like talking about desirelessness, with a beard that is deliberately used to hide his expression.

After shaving off his beard, he touched his bare chin and smiled genuinely with interest. "Medicines that can stimulate people's potential, why don't you make an exchange with me, pharmacist...... That's it, I haven't been involved in medicine for a long time. "Soran waved his hand tastelessly, a man who played with fire and iron, unbearable to look back, too rough and too rough.

"Aren't you righteous people very preachy, but you didn't come to stop you, pharmacist?" Shower Yusheng crossed his hands and looked the pharmacist Mu Shaoai up and down, looking relaxed.

Mu Shaoai was noncommittal. Naturally, the medicine made by hand knows more about its medicinal properties than anyone else. Drunken Dream Fans, a small pill, uses the most intense medicinal properties to stimulate people's potential, so that an ordinary martial artist can be packaged into a top-level swordsman, without outsiders seeing the flaws in a short time.

It also anesthetizes the nerves and blocks the perception of pain.

The way to die can also be called gentle.

"Oops......"

With such a dangerous question, why bother a retired old man. "You are willing to trade, and the pharmacist is not the one involved, so why should he be the villain in it."

As soon as the pipe was raised, his eyebrows and eyes were faint, and when he raised his eyes, Mu Shaoai had no intention of letting go: "As for the future, Huhuhu, the latter should bear its cause and effect." ”

The deceased was also a queen, and the situation was determined at that time, and as a healer, he relieved the suffering of the patient and did not have to avenge others. The fragrant mist curls, blurring the expression and appearance of the yellow-robed and white-haired doctor, and the medical Tao ignores life and death. The pharmacist has never been a person like Su Zhenzhen, otherwise he would not be willing to have a sincere relationship with someone like Du Fanglin. Mu Shaoai's joke means that to a certain extent, it means recognition.

"Interesting." In the past, he called himself a lonely soul who hated the world, but at this time, Shower Yusheng looked at Mu Shaoai, but he recalled some of his unbeaten virtues back then.

Swordsmanship, poisoning, casting. Between the three, the casting hand walks in the world as a foundry, in fact, the casting technique is really inferior to the first two.

"Someone touched the secret trick I left before." Temporarily repented for the deceased, and there was also a reliable one-sided colleague Ren Pingsheng guarding by the side. There is a wisp of sword intent hidden in the infallible, which makes the explosion come true.

Shower Yusheng turned back, waved goodbye to Mu Shaoai in a dashing manner, and went back to find someone to get the Infinite Sword.

It was under the glow of the sunset that Du Fanglin stood on the top of the cliff and leaned over to pick up the light sword that originally belonged to the astrological master from among the flesh and earth.

He was silent for a while, then looked at the wreckage on the ground and decided to build a grave.

First smash the cliff wall with one palm, and I am not afraid that if I use too much force, I will collapse the whole mountain with it. Half of the peak was flattened and used to build a tomb, and then a maple stake was transported, and the skin was peeled and engraved with a sword, and there were only four characters.

"The Grave of the Swordsman"

Although this is not the real burial place of Shower Yusheng, the words are also engraved very seriously.

Du Fanglin was also thinking, what would happen if Shower Yusheng really died? What should I do if I really kill someone?

He stood before the grave.

He only knew that many things would definitely change, and he had expected the destiny of heaven, and he knew that he had placed too many expectations on others. Standing motionless with his empty hands hanging from his sleeves, the wind was silent all around. Since entering Confucianism, Du Fanglin no longer has many delusions when he was young because of his practice.

The wanton spirit of evil spirits is the wanton of one's own body.

Therefore, the rivers and lakes born of showers are the rivers and lakes of one's own body.

He stepped on the dividing line between the traverser and the native cultivator, and no matter which side he was, he couldn't easily let go. The people in the plot, no matter how many dead or injured there are, always have three points of illusion from memory, as if there is really a fairy mountain that accommodates everything in the mistle. But only people who have never appeared in memory from the beginning can truly serve as the sustenance of the soul - but what if, if the person is really dead?

The rivers and lakes are dead.

There is no shelter from the wind and rain.

A memorial service is for yourself and the people around you. Du Fanglin's figure standing here was momentarily dissipated. It's like the Fuyan Mountain, which is said to be not real, but forever floating between the virtual and the real.

Du Fanglin said: "Showers. ”

"If there is really that day, your rivers and lakes, I will go for you." That's when the wind direction changes. There seemed to be a little movement, a hint of bloody air as light as rain.

Du Fanglin's voice changed, and he began to drag the text: "Your wife, I will raise her; You are the gate, I will guard it! ”

His eyebrows were calm, and his expression did not move: "What this sentence means is that your wife belongs to me." ”

"Also, all the things you left behind are also mine!"