Whether it is Guo Juxia or Dusk, he doesn't know anything about the art of Qimen Dunjia. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info wandered around the island for most of the day, still haven't found the slightest way, seeing that the sky is getting late, the night is falling, the two can only temporarily lie in the flowers, rest.

When I woke up again, it was already the middle of the moon and the time when everything was silent.

In the silent night, I could only hear the quiet brocade flowers in all directions, and the sound of tossing and turning flutes faintly came, and with the night breeze, it drifted into the ears of the two.

Looking at each other, the two who couldn't figure out the way had no other choice, and after hesitating for a while, they could only follow the sound under the guidance of Xiao Sheng.

The flowers bloom in the moon and a half and are fragrant late, and the hibiscus bird is reflected in the pool. The wind is light and the clouds are shy and foggy, and the veil is faint and the smoke is smiling and the sails are smiling.

After passing through the flowers and trees in the moonlight, and passing by the mausoleum of Huang Rong's mother, the two finally touched the source of the sound of the flute.

Under the moonlight, I saw a long-bearded old man caressing his chest with his left hand and his right hand on his back, panting and holding on to his death in the sound of a warm nephrite-like flute.

The sound of the flute is like a tide, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying, and like the joy of being turned over by the waves and the bed, the silly boy Guo Jing has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he does not have so many flowers and intestines, and he is not very moved by the sound of the flute. But the dusk is different, living in the era of information explosion, although there is no practice, but the fish and water things have always been observed, at this time the desire in the heart is not obvious, but it was hooked out by this flute.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong with you!" Guo Juxia, who was paying attention to the situation in the field, suddenly felt that the wheezing sound beside him was getting heavier and heavier, and looked back curiously, only to find that at some point, the dusk had become red, with a cold sweat on his face, and in his eyes, endless desires were like a tide, drowning the undulating Qingming little by little.

originally thought that with his own cultivation and state of mind, he should be able to ignore the impact of Huang Yaoshi's Xiao Sheng, but it turned out that he really underestimated the East Evil.

I was glad that Mu Nianci was pulled away by Huang Rong, and I didn't have time to answer Guo Juxia's words at dusk, I felt that I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart with my will, and the clips I had seen in my previous life kept repeating in my mind, and I could only sit down cross-legged at dusk, and use my internal strength to resist the aftermath of Xiao Sheng's offensive.

Seeing the movements of dusk, Guo Jing was puzzled in his heart, what was going on, is this flute sound so powerful, why doesn't he feel much, Brother Huang can't stand it!

Fortunately, Huang Yaoshi's target was Zhou Botong, and dusk was just affected by the sound of the flute, and he carried the masculine "Jiuyang True Scripture", but for a moment, dusk had already suppressed the rising desire in his heart.

Seeing that his breathing gradually calmed down at dusk and his face returned to normal, Guo Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then put his eyes back on the field again.

The sound of the flute became more and more intense, like a rainstorm attacking, and like a beauty bathing, and in the invasion of the sound of the flute, the person had insisted to the limit, and sometimes jumped up, but the strong concentration made the person grit his teeth and meditate again, the frequency became higher and higher, seeing that he couldn't hold on, and when the person was about to give up, Guo Jing, who was sympathetic, still couldn't help but step into the room, stepped forward and gently patted the person's "big vertebral acupoint".

Suddenly, the sea embraced all rivers, rivers and oceans, and endless desires were like a flood that broke the embankment, quickly draining away, making that person's heart quiet.

Guo Jing's shot didn't matter, but Huang Laoxi's efforts overnight all turned into rivers flowing eastward, and he was angry and shouted, "Little beast!" After that, disappeared among the flowers.

As soon as the sound of the flute dispersed, he opened his eyes, wiped the cold sweat from his head, stood up at dusk, and walked towards the two.

"Brother Huang, I seem to have angered Rong'er's father again, what should I do!" Seeing that dusk came, Guo Jing, who was full of frustration, complained.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal!" patted Guo Jing on the shoulder, and comforted Du Du with a serious face.

"Really..." Guo Jing really believed it, and immediately asked.

"Of course!" Make a look like I'm going to lie to you, Dusk said: "Anyway, Sister Rong and her father are not happy with you, even if you don't offend him today, he still looks at you upset, so it's nothing!" ”

Guo Juxia, who had a bumpy elm in his brain, couldn't tell whether Dusk was comforting him or teasing him, so he could only say in distress: "Why doesn't Rong'er's father like me!" ”

"Isn't that nonsense!" Rolling his eyes, Dusk said unpleasantly: "You kidnapped all his precious girls, if he feels that you are not bad, then there will be ghosts!" ”

"What, what, you kidnapped Huang Laoxi's daughter, there is such a fun thing, tell me about it!" Hearing the words of dusk, Zhou Botong, who had regained his calm, immediately jumped up from the ground and said excitedly.

"Senior..." Seeing that this person's hair and beard were white, but his face looked like a child getting a toy, Guo Jing's originally lost mood actually rose a little.

The three of them sat on the stone next to them, and Guo Jing began to tell about his experience with Sister Rong.

"Haha, it's fun and fun..." After a while, Zhou Botong, who was happy, slapped his knees and applauded: "I didn't expect Huang Laoxie to have today, haha..."

Zhou Botong really deserves to be an old naughty boy, looking at this happy look, leaving aside the appearance, he is really no different from a child.

"By the way, senior, you are..." Dusk, who played a good soy sauce, saw that the time was about the same, so he came out to show his presence and asked.

"I..." stopped laughing, glanced at dusk, and didn't answer directly, Zhou Botong put his eyes on Guo Jing again, and asked: "Looking at your internal strength just now, it has a bit of a taste of Quanzhen Sect, is your master Qiu Chuji's kid, or Wang Chuyi!" ”

Hearing Zhou Botong's old-fashioned words, Guo Jing was startled, and hurriedly said: "The disciple's mentor is the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, not the Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect!" ”

"Then what's going on with your internal strength, it won't be stealing!" Zhou Botong asked.

"Danyangzi Ma Yu Dao Chang once taught his disciples two years of internal strength!" Guo Jing explained.

"That's it!" Nodding, Zhou Botong had a funny taste on his face again, and said to the two: "Then guess who I am!" ”

It is naturally impossible to point out Zhou Botong's identity stupidly at dusk, but Guo Jing, don't look at it as an elm head, but under the guidance of Zhou Botong, he still guessed his identity.

With the wine and food that Huang Laoxie ordered to be sent every day, Zhou Botong began to tell his story to the two.

Zhou Botong started from the "Nine Yin True Scripture", first talking about Huashan on the sword, and then talking about how his senior brother Wang Chongyang yin Ouyang Feng once before he died, and then said that he was united by Huang Laoxi's husband and wife to yin once, and finally, he talked about why he is in this place now.

Zhou Botong told with emotion, saying that Dusk and Guo Jing were swaying and couldn't help themselves.

Before you know it, time passes gradually, and the time of the night just passes.

The red sun hangs at the end of the sea, reflecting the surface of the sea like a sea of flames.

After a night of competition, players outside Peach Blossom Island, this "island assessment" is also coming to an end...