Wen Qingsong nodded, he fully understood what Yinchen meant, and he wrapped the soft sword in his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Of course he knew that at this moment, his big axe and Lu Qingyun's long knife were both in the wanted list of the northerners, and if he wanted to move on the street, he had to pretend that he "didn't carry any weapons".

In his eyes, there is only loyalty and fighting spirit like death at this moment.

"Lu Qingyun, you'd better rest for a day, wait for Fourth Brother Wen to come back, analyze the intelligence before acting. After Yinchen finished speaking, a trace of tiredness flashed in his silver-colored eyes: "Okay, let's dismiss, hurry up and rest, but don't sleep too hard, we are now in absolute danger all the time." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, Wen Qingsong hugged his fist and left, he didn't know what to ask His steps at the moment were full of so much confidence and stability, as if all difficulties collapsed in front of him.

Lu Qingyun didn't move, he stood straight in front of Yinchen, his eyes were full of wet expressions that wanted to speak and stopped.

Silver Dust looked at him, staring at his bright dark eyes, and nodded encouragingly.

Lu Qingyun was inspired by his eyes, urged by the question in his heart, and finally at the moment when Wen Qingsong gently closed the door, he clenched his fists, mustered up a little courage and asked, "Brother Yinchen, what do you ask to know that I am a secret disciple of the Golden Sword Sect?"

He couldn't figure out this question, no matter how he couldn't figure it out, he knew how secret the secret identity of the secret disciple of the Golden Dao Sect was, if he hadn't taken the initiative to say it, if it weren't for the fact that he had been forced into a dilemma now, if it wasn't for "it is impossible for a person to carry two inheritances at the same time and revive two sects at the same time" The thought was deeply rooted in him, so that he had to refuse Wen Qingsong, he was absolutely confident that the people of the Zhennan Gang would never want to know about this matter, but the problem was such a hidden matter, even inside the Golden Dao Gate, it was a secret that only a few core people knew, how could it be known to Brother Yinchen, who had only known him for less than a month?

"Brother, how do you know?" Lu Qingyun said again, and there was a faint hint of anxiety in his tone.

He was afraid that he was a secret person, afraid that he would not know what he said or revealed unintentionally, and he was even more afraid that he was a secret disciple of the Golden Dao Sect, and it would be known by people other than Yinchen and Wen Qingsong, especially by people outside the Zhennan Gang, so what value did he have as a secret disciple?

"Before you ask me a question, you answer my question first, who is your master?Is it Jiang Lishi?Martial Blade?Or Xue Konggu?" In Yinchen's eyes, the divine light was great, and the names he casually said were all the names of the elders in the Golden Sword Gate who fought with her in the Red Blood Secret Realm, among which Xue Konggu was the only female elder who was particularly good to Lin Xuanchen. When he said the names of these people, he could now shake the entire rivers and lakes, and even the circle of monks, and their names have long since become a legend of a certain situation.

Their names fell into Lu Qingyun's ears like thunder, and his face instantly became extremely pale.

It stands to reason that when people on the rivers and lakes meet, they rarely ask each other directly about the name of the teacher, after all, it is not very polite. Faced with Yinchen's somewhat scorching question, Lu Qingyun could choose not to answer, but he did not refuse, because he knew that since he had revealed his identity, there was nothing to hide, and he never felt that his master was a person who should not be mentioned, his master acted above board, and was a truly righteous person, he was often proud to have such a master in his heart, so he never thought that the name of the master was anything to be ashamed of, but a real, shining glory。

"Under the teacher, the Golden Daomen worships the prison. As he spoke, he saw the boy as tall as him in front of him suddenly stiffen, and his delicate and masculine face flashed with shock like a burst. Yinchen was softly surprised, it was the first time for Lu Qingyun to see this boy of the same size as himself showing such a large expression, but when he heard the obviously not very respectful tone in Yinchen's words, a trace of anger flashed in his heart for no reason.

"Brother Yinchen, the teacher below can't let you be so disrespectful. Lu Qingyun's voice became cold, and his tone suddenly became much more rusty, although he knew that he was not much better than a chicken baby in front of his peers, but he couldn't bear the disrespect of others for his mentor anyway.

Lu Qingyun's voice woke up Yinchen in a trance, and his somewhat sloppy eyes recondensed. His gaze became very soft, like the silver sunlight on a winter afternoon, and that gaze fell on Lu Qingyun, making Lu Qingyun feel quite comfortable.

Yinchen looked at him, and suddenly a smile bloomed, which made Lu Qingyun shocked. It's not that Silver Dust rarely smiles, it's just that he rarely shows such a heartfelt, sunny smile.

That smile is like an iceberg snow lotus in full bloom, blooming like spring warmth in the nobility of ice.

"You sit down first. Yinchen said, he brought a chair and sat down, Lu Qingyun could only do it, he had already reacted at this time, this Yinchen in front of him must know about worshipping in prison, not even ordinary knowledge, otherwise, how could he see through at a glance that he was a secret disciple of the Golden Dao Sect?

"Come, I'll tell you a story, about the adventures of the bald blade boy who bravely entered the secret realm, and after listening to this story, you will understand everything. Yinchen said, a silver light appeared on his body, a pot of tea in the room was already cold, silently emitting white gas that was about to boil, two clean small tea bowls, soaring into the air, quietly suspended in front of the two, a stream of hot and sweet tea, sprayed directly from the mouth of the teapot, like a high-pressure water gun, in the air across the bright arc of brown brown, divided into two, accurately poured into the two tea bowls. Yinchen grabbed the tea bowl and took a sip gently, while Lu Qingyun didn't seem to like drinking too hot water, so he just stared at Yinchen carelessly with a pair of big black eyes.

It took Yinchen a short time for an hour to roughly describe all the things in the Red Blood Secret Realm, the recklessness and loyalty of worshipping in prison, the sincerity and sorrow of Wan Jianxin, the meanness and arrogance of Du Chuanchang, and the shamelessness and resourcefulness of Feng Lieshan, all of which were presented one by one, and Yinchen did not tell Lu Qingyun too much about Yun Wuyue and Zhang Mengmeng, because this sorrow and responsibility should not be shared by Lu Qingyun.

Lu Qingyun knelt down again, this time he was convinced, as if worshipping, he never thought that the tall young man who was reliable in his mind, the one who was jealously scolded by people from other sects as "a fool who can only chop stones" He may not be as talented as Uncle Wan Jianxin, so eye-catching, but his loyalty, reliability and courage still can't be erased by anyone, he now understands that the bald young man who never talks about his past, never talks about his own merits, has always been in the head of penance, painstakingly honing his sword skills and charging skills, once fought bravely in the hellish empty and terrifying zombie pile, once wore chain mail, for his friends and elders, as a meat shield against knives and guns。

""Thousands of Thunders and Ten Thousand Flashes of Death Realm Drawing Technique" is the former Book of Thunder, that is, the content of the Book of Swords that I don't know where it is now, Wan Jianxin and Prison Worship have practiced, but I don't, because my inheritance is not very compatible with theirs...... Since he is willing to pass this thing on to you, you can give me a good life to remember, the things handed down by the Evil Dark Monarchy are much more clever than those miscellaneous rags on the market, so you don't envy the advanced cultivation of any other sect, or the strange skills...... Okay, you already know the ins and outs of the matter, hurry up, your posture is seen by the prison worshippers, and it is inevitable that you will be beaten. Yinchen said and wanted to pull Lu Qingyun up.

"But, will I call you Brother Yinchen or Uncle Shichen in the future?"

"Of course it's my brother? I'm not an official member of the Golden Sword Sect, why do you talk about so many rules? And if you call your uncle in front of others, won't you expose your identity again? Also, where do I look like an uncle?" Yinchen grimaced, and reprimanded in a tone that taught the juniors, Lu Qingyun only responded, thinking that it was okay for you to be so powerful as an uncle, right?

He stood up, but was held down by Yinchen on the shoulder: "Since you are a disciple of the prison, then I can't meet and don't say anything at all, right?" Come on, come on, you relax your mind, look into my eyes, and you will learn a lot of good things in a while......" Yinchen said, regardless of whether Lu Qingyun understood it or not, whether he accepted it or not, he stared straight into his eyes, and released his huge spiritual power.

In Lu Qingyun's field of vision, Yinchen's eyes suddenly turned into a golden-colored chaos, like two lights, and like a pair of ancient fierce eyes, Lu Qingyun was shocked, and a set of never-before-seen "Wind Spirit Laws" was deeply imprinted in his mind, it was an extremely strange set of divine skills, that was Yinchen's method of combining divine skills with magic meditation. In the Wind Source Continent, the sky is cruel, and the magician's long-range attacks are not allowed, but the auxiliary magic similar to blessing its own buff state is still allowed, but it must be manifested through the way Gangfeng runs. Silver Dust combined his non-wind magic with some divine skills that he had read in the past five years, and created this set of strange methods that focused on attracting the vitality of heaven and earth and greatly improving his own strength, he couldn't cultivate this kind of thing himself, so he could only teach him to Lu Qingyun. He knew that this method was nothing more than a product of a compromise between the magical civilization and the Gangfeng world.

He wanted to see how far he could go.

......

After this incident, Lu Qingyun, Wen Qingsong and Yinchen really established a relationship of complete trust. Wen Qingsong didn't go to rest first as Yinchen said, but first went to find the people he had seen last night to set up information, Lu Qingyun took a soft sword and a headset from Yinchen, and went to rest by himself, after all, he was a 16-year-old child, and he couldn't stay up all night like an adult, last night's passion and killing, the dilemma and the bright willows and flowers just now, all turned into exhaustion at this moment, Lu Qingyun could only confess to Yinchen and went back to his room to rest. And Yinchen, at the very least, is extremely tired, but he can't just lie down like this.

Now, he has shouldered the responsibility for the survival of this three-person team.

"It's eleven o'clock. Silver Dust woke up from his dazed half-sleep, and a large amount of black mist slowly seeped out of his silver pupils, covering his eyes completely in a few minutes. At this moment, there were no pupils in his eyes, no whites of his eyes, only two swirling black fogs. Looks pretty scary.

He saw the trees growing upside down in the sky, the crowns hammered to the ground, the roots deep in the clouds of impending thunderstorms, the Airbus A320 gliding at high speed between the dirt and the rocks, the 053D loaded with the WS-15, the beautiful girl with her hands growing out of her ears but her fists replaced by ears, the handsome king with a branch growing out of her nose, the general riding a tank in armor, and the planet turned over from it, saw a building with an upside-down elevator, saw an exploding fire freeze into a bomb in reverse, saw a broken and sunken aircraft carrier float out of the stormy waves like a ghost ship, and then bottled all the debris back and continued to sail backwards. He even saw a launch vehicle spliced together with dinosaur skeletons, a group of primitive people carrying M16s hunting mammoths, God holding a pen that spewed lightning, and Jesus wearing diving goggles...... All sorts of uncanny visions seemed to charge armored troops from afar, rumbling to fill his field of vision and then speeding past both sides of his vision, he felt as if he was illegally racing in a time tunnel, and like driving a fighter jet in the depths of a black hole to do a cobra maneuver. The frenzied illusion that seems to have all kinds of profound meanings can crush the brain of an undetermined person in an instant and make it crazy forever, while Silver Dust relies on his huge mental power and strong will as a magician to experience the baptism of such a violent illusion almost every day, and at the same time find a fleeting specific frame in this chaotic scene, and use this as a starting point to spy on a continuous image like a movie scene, and then according to these images and the sound conveyed simultaneously, half guess and half scrutinize to get the information needed。

Silver Dust was speeding through countless scenes in front of his eyes, and his brain was trying to recall Yin Xueli's appearance, voice, and demeanor, and then just thirteen seconds later, he pulled out a picture-like picture from the torrent of bizarre scenes. (To be continued.) )