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"Do you want to tell them about it?"

"I'm afraid not, once they know the truth of the matter, I'm afraid something is wrong!"

"It's so secret, and it will come to light. ”

"Let time tell them the truth! After all, it's still a group of children, and I heard that Master is coming back soon. ”

"I'll be back tomorrow. One more child. ”

"How old?"

"XVI. It's also from Dragon Village. Listening to the people in the imperial capital, that child is very important!"

"It must be him!"

"Who?"

"You'll know!"

Xuanwu said that, he didn't pay attention to Suzaku anymore, but put his hands on his back and looked at the children playing in the dojo not far away.

Suzaku glanced at the children not far away, and turned his head to carefully look at the Xuanwu in front of him. She was wondering who he would be, and why Xuanwu had a happy expression on his face at this moment. When I returned to Kunlun Mountain from Huatianchi, I had never seen her so happy and happy. Thinking of this, Suzaku did not continue to think about it, but together with Xuanwu, he looked at the children playing in the dojo and quietly waited for the arrival of tomorrow.

Kunlun Mountain, instead of making the children's lives more comfortable these days because the real person left, but under the strict training of Xuanwu and Suzaku, these children almost died of exhaustion. They often talk about it together, wanting to return to Penglai Immortal Island and enjoy the carefree days of the fairy world on earth. They often discussed together why their relatives never visited them in Kunlun. They no longer know how much has happened in the world in just half a year. They don't even know that Penglai is no longer the Penglai it used to be. The world is not what it used to be. What they don't know is that they are no longer the eldest young master or the daughter. Everything that happened, Xuanwu knew even more, and he couldn't let these children know. But can paper hold fire, and what if they know the truth?

Twilight unconsciously descended on this world, and Kunlun Mountain was quiet.

A boy slipped out of the Qiankun Pavilion quietly, chewing half a steamed bun in his mouth as usual, looking back from time to time. He was really scared, afraid that his whereabouts would be known to others. He was so careful every day.

He is Long Qinyang. If Senior Brother Xuanwu knew that he was secretly learning art in the back mountain, he would definitely be severely punished again. But after thinking about it, for half a month, I slipped to the back mountain like this, and I was fine. And in the past few days in the back mountain, what he has learned is not as boring as what Senior Brother Xuanwu taught. Strangely, I have recently increased my skills. At the beginning, he felt a little sorry for Qiankun Zhenren, but seeing that his kung fu had increased greatly in the past few days, he felt more and more that sneaking to the back mountain to learn art was the best shortcut. Although he could no longer remember how he met the man, the most important thing was that the man had made a vow to himself that every day after sunset, the man would go to the back mountain to teach him some spells. What's more, after practicing kung fu in the back mountain, he can date a beautiful woman named Ziyuan Blood Butterfly, even if the woman is several years older than him. Thinking of this, he felt that his spirit was flowing all over his body, and his whole body was full of strength.

"No matter what kind of cultivation method, as long as it can be used, it is a good method! I wonder if Master has arrived in the back mountain at this moment?

The master that Long Qinyang said was called "Wunian Daoren". He didn't know the true identity of the Wunian Daoist, and he didn't ask too much about the Wunian Daoist. And the Aster Blood Butterfly has missed the Blood Demon for hundreds of years. In order to repay the Blood Demon's great kindness to her in the Asura Realm, she was even more willing to perform this play well with the Wunian Daoist.

He smiled happily as he walked. Because, he knew that today, the "Wu Nian Dao Man" would definitely teach himself new exercises again, and he would be able to show off in front of his senior brothers another day. Obviously, he didn't know that he was the reincarnation of the blood demon of the Asura realm. If he knew, what could he do? The Wunian Dao people had already helped him open up the second vein of Ren Du in advance, and had already planted a demon fetus in his body. Once the fetus grows up, it will awaken all the memories of the Blood Fiend. Why did the Wunian Daoist do this? Perhaps, only God knows! But one thing is certain, and the Wunian Daoist frequently went in and out of the Kunlun Houshan Mountain, and even the cautious Xuanwu did not notice it in the slightest. Looking at it in this way, it can be seen that the people who have no thoughts are extraordinary.

"The sunset on earth is really intoxicating!"

Wu Nian Daoist stood on a big rock, looking at the sunset that was about to set not far away, and was really moved by the scene in front of him.

"Such an intoxicating scenery can only be seen in the world!"

The Wunian Daoist turned around and saw that it was the Aster Blood Butterfly. For some reason, as soon as he saw this woman, his mind was filled with thoughts of killing. But thinking about the overall situation, I had to suppress the anger in my heart.

Why did he have such an impulse? Most importantly, by chance, she learned his secret. He actually hates the Aster Blood Butterfly very much, and he has no secrets to speak of, but in order to activate the memory of the Blood Demon, he is really a little wronged by himself. In the end, I could only endure being with her. Thinking about it this way, after another three months, the demon fetus he planted in Long Qinyang's body would gradually grow up, and he would eventually be able to restore and stimulate the memory of the blood demon. The thought of this makes me feel empowered. At that time, he can use the power of the blood demon to kill the Sword Sect and finally rescue Prince Solo.

"Unexpectedly, you are Prince Solo's man!"

The Aster Blood Butterfly scratched its head, blinked its big eyes, and twisted its mouth with sexy red lips, revealing its white teeth. The combination and collision of white and blood red is really fascinating and even imaginative. The Aster Blood Butterfly in front of him, as long as it is a man, if he looks at her more, he will not think about it. No wonder, for Long Qinyang, apart from the spells taught by the "Thoughtless Daoist", there was nothing happier than being with the Aster Blood Butterfly. From this point of view, if this bewitching woman is not killed, it will hinder her own affairs in the future. Shang Jun glanced at the Aster Blood Butterfly in front of him, and thought truthfully in his heart.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm Prince Solo's man or not. The most important thing is that the ancestors of this seat once dominated the asura realm. ”

This secret has been buried in the flames of war.

After the Wunian Daoist finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, a smile raised at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of a little tallness and pride. But that expression didn't stay long. He bowed his head suddenly, and fell into infinite grief and inferiority, and said to himself: "I think at the beginning, my Red Charm Family, how glorious it was......!

After all, he was ashamed, and he didn't have the courage to continue. In this complex emotion of sadness and joy, sudden self-confidence and low self-esteem, perhaps only he can understand the ups and downs.

"I finally know why you're helping the Bloodseeker!"

"What?" the Thoughtless Daoist turned sharply and stared at her.

She frowned, looking at the last faint orange afterglow: "Help you..."

"Master, sister, I'm here!"

Before Ziyuan Blood Butterfly could speak, it was immediately interrupted by Long Qinyang, who was running not far away. At this moment, she suddenly understood, fortunately Fang Cai's words were not spoken, otherwise, with her understanding of the Thoughtless Daoist in a few days, she would definitely be killed. Thinking like this, she glanced at Long Qinyang who was walking towards her, and thanked Long Qinyang more and more from her heart. If he hadn't appeared at once and cried out, she would have said the half of the sentence that might have led to death.

When the Wunian Daoist saw that Long Qinyang had arrived at the back mountain, he pretended to smile slightly, and turned his head to look at the Ziyuan Blood Butterfly: "It's also to help you!"

Obviously, he didn't know the last half of the words that the Aster Blood Butterfly was about to say.

"Come here, sister, take a good look! Yo, I'm much taller than before. ”

Long Qinyang is too obsessed with the Aster Blood Butterfly.

He has ignored the existence of "thoughtless Taoists". His eyes widened, admiring the artwork in front of him. However, he didn't know that the work of art in front of him was made in heaven five hundred years ago, and he used his blood to water the aster grass that had cultivated into a human form. He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his white teeth, his eyes were already lost, and he stared at the Aster Blood Butterfly in front of him stupidly.

"Sister, it's been so long, I still don't know your name!"

When Ziyuan heard this, she was stunned twice, and suddenly felt an inexplicable power, which was instantly transmitted around her body. Now that he asked his name, he began to pay attention to himself. Shion thought to herself. That feeling of pleasure, which had been gone for hundreds of years, finally reappeared in me today.

She glanced at the Wunian Daoist beside her, lowered her head, and deliberately lowered her voice: "Call me Ziyuan! ”

She misses the days she spent with the Blood Demon five hundred years ago. Aster, the romantic name, is not only because of an herb that grows in the asura realm, but also because of a kind of grace that has not changed in previous lives. This kind of fate, after a lot of hardships and hardships, is not easy to come by.

"Sister Shion, your face is red!"

He didn't know why she was blushing. At this moment, he couldn't understand why, in an instant, the face of the bewitching woman in front of him turned red in an instant.

That red is the color of fire, and it is the color of the heartbeat.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Shang Jun couldn't listen to it after all. He really didn't want to see this scene in front of him, and then continued to develop below, "Qinyang, did you forget me!"

He was reminding Long Qinyang, and more importantly, he wanted to cast a spell on Long Qinyang to make the demon fetus in his body grow rapidly.

"Master, what are you going to teach me today?"

The Wunian Daoist turned to look at the surrounding environment: "Starting tomorrow, you have to rush here before the time of the child. ”

He didn't understand why the "non-mindless Taoist" in front of him suddenly changed the time of his practice: "Why did you suddenly change the hour?"

The Wunian Daoist glanced at the Ziyuan Blood Butterfly and said deliberately: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed!"

When Shion heard this, he immediately understood the reason. The demon fetus in Long Qinyang's body has reached a critical moment in the growth period. And midnight is the time when yin energy is at its most vigorous. He wants to deliver yin energy to Long Qinyang.

Thinking of this, she had mixed feelings. There is excitement and a bit of sadness. In this way, the demon fetus can gradually grow up, and she can see the real blood demon, so she is excited, but if the real blood demon appears, she is very afraid that she will be controlled and used by the non-thinking Dao people. In this way, grief and happiness finally meet in an instant, without any obstacles. It's like water and fire combined.

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