The two daughters are together, and at first glance, they look like sisters holding hands.

The same tall, the same gauze skirt, the same glory, and the pace of walking is quite neat; if it weren't for the two of them's different expressions and temperaments, some people would believe that they were the same mother. The orange moonlight is draped and falling, reflecting the gauze clothes like clouds, I can't wait to help the willows to wipe the wet color, the dark mountain cliffs are suddenly bright, and the real spring is full of joy.

The night obscures the light, and at the same time hides many negative things, at this moment, there is no trace of dissonance in the second daughter, and the beautiful side blooms to the extreme, and there is a bit of unpredictability that is difficult to see in the daytime. It is difficult for those who see this scene not to be intimidated, and their eyes are staring straight at it, and there is a sin and shame in their hearts that can only be blasphemed and holy.

When a woman's beauty reaches the extreme, what kind of power can be achieved? is Thirteen Lang, when he saw the scene of the two daughters side by side, he couldn't help but admire in his heart, and his eyebrows were raised high.

"It's beautiful!"

"Princess"

Yamu's table xiàn interpreted this more fully, and after a half-sentence of greeting, the Demon Soul Holy Son gritted his teeth viciously, bent down and nodded at Thirteen Lang, and then turned around without hesitation and trotted all the way.

Don't want to lose face, because you don't want to lose more face, now Yamu has become a demon envoy, every move, word and deed represents the demon race, and he can no longer be as crazy and uninhibited as before. Even if you don't consider this, the Demon Soul Holy Son's mind is lost, and the consequences are no less than being injured in a vicious battle, and this time he leaves, he may need to meditate for a few days to recover.

This is good, if Yamu insists on staying, today he will either overcome the demon obstacle and take a heavy building in his state of mind, or he will know that the sea will always fall into the shadow, and the consequences will be worrying.

"Is it beautiful?"

Princess Xia was proud but not as indifferent as Yelian, and did not forget to nod her head at Yamu's back, and walked over and sat down next to Thirteen Lang, and asked with a side smile, "Who is more beautiful?"

"Huh. ”

Although I have experienced it during the day. At this moment, Shisanlang still couldn't help but admire, and sighed in his heart that the years were lovely. Seventy years of tempering, several times the old people, the biggest progress is none other than Princess Xia.

Thinking back then, when the princess first saw the flower of eternity, she also struggled to show her stubbornness. But it's more like a little girl being angry, immature and even lonely, which will only make people disgusted or pitied. Today, she raises her hands side by side without falling behind, talks and laughs freely, is pretty and dignified without losing her coquettish nature, which makes people can't help but praise it.

Like it or not, no one can fail to admit that women, especially young girls, stand with Yelian. The pressure is far greater than that of men. Especially the night lotus has turned into a god, and the feeling of looking up at the clouds, the loneliness of being ashamed of oneself, is enough to stir up the fire of jealousy in the deepest part of the heart, turning tranquility into shame, and burning virtuous into despair. In this way, Princess Xia can ask this sentence in person between talking and laughing, and her state of mind cultivation exceeds that of many layers back then.

This is the true self. A priceless treasure that can't be exchanged for no amount of cultivation.

To be able to do so, the princess herself is fundamental. Of course, external assistance is indispensable. Previously, Shisanlang learned that the ancestor of Yanshan had not entered the country since he left the customs seventy years ago, and he taught the princess wholeheartedly, and with him by his side, it was hard to imagine that there was anything in the world that could make Princess Xia timid; The opponent who feeds with it is a ghost road, and is deeply affected by its pungency.

The breath of the Sword Pavilion, the fierceness of the ghost road, and the heaviness of the Yan Mountain, have grown up in such an environment for decades. Don't say that Princess Xia is a jade, it is a rough and stubborn stone, and I am afraid that it will also be smoked into stainless steel wrought iron.

"That's the foundation. ”

Feeling in his heart, Shisanlang did not hide his joy in his heart, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Of course it's you." ”

With that, Thirteen Lang raised his gaze, nodded at Yelian, and sent out an invitation.

"You may be seated. Let's talk?"

The calm voice, the flat tone, the polite but three-point command, you can inadvertently feel the undoubted taste. This is not the spirit of the king, and it has nothing to do with impetuous arrogance, it is purely because of standing higher and seeing farther can it be revealed thoroughly, and it can be precipitated by stepping on thousands of mountains.

This is Wei.

The king, the hero, the bandit, and the devil all have their own majesty, and their styles are different; the king's majesty, the hero's domineering, the bandits' fierceness, and the devil's viciousness, each with its own temperament, each with its own characteristics.

The power of the thirteen langs is different from them, light as the wind, ubiquitous, but elusive, arrogant as thunder, but without oppression, fierce as fire, but not making people feel burned when touched.

Wei is temperament, if you have to describe the temperament of Thirteen Lang in words, there are only eight words: ever-changing, as a matter of course.

For example, at this moment, listening to the words of Thirteen Lang, Princess Xia felt the spring breeze on her face, and Xiao Budian felt that it was hot and warm, if Yamu didn't leave, she felt that it would be complicated for the two of them, that is, there was a thunder that could not be violated, and there were also vast rivers and seas, and the sword was cold and cold, and she was as fierce as longing for blood to wash her face.

Yelian is different from everyone else, she feels calm.

Immobility is still, so is movement, silence is quiet, noise is also, water waves are like mirrors, turbulent waves are also quiet, mountains and fields are beautiful, volcanic storms are also quiet. Compared to the whole world, no matter what happens at one time and one place, it is just a quiet moan of insects and a light cry in a dream.

Cultivators often say that if the mind is quiet, the heavens and the earth will move because of me, and there is no self that does not move, and this is the truth.

"How did he get this far?"

The Avatar Cultivator's perception of heaven and earth is particularly sharp, and the Night Lotus has just broken through the Heavenly Dao, and her experience is even more obvious. During the day, he was busy dealing with the thunder tribulation, and although he was in contact with Thirteen Lang's skin, what Yelian saw was nothing more than his cultivation strain, and the rest was not obvious. At this moment, seeing the figure that seemed to be one on the cliff under the dark night skylight, the flower of eternity really understood how much the other party had changed, and his heart couldn't help but make waves.

Yelian's vision was much higher than that of Princess Xia, so she could see that Shisanro seemed to be enjoying his leisure, but in fact he was cultivating a certain method. Not to mention how difficult and dangerous this was, what Ye Lian was most shocked and puzzled by was that she instinctively felt that once Thirteen Lang successfully cultivated that method, she would really be left behind by it and would never be able to catch up again.

This is the spirit rhino, how ridiculous it is for the god to give birth to this kind of spirit rhino to the yuan baby.

I haven't seen him for more than 70 years, and the stubborn boy at the beginning has now truly become a piece of heaven, a piece of heaven and earth that only follows his will. Compared with this, what is the transformation of the god that ordinary monks have demanded all their lives? Thousands of monks, only a few people can see it like Yelian, and the current Thirteen Lang only needs to think in his heart. You can break through the ranks at any time.

After a moment of silence, the flower of eternity suppressed the shock in his heart, and he gave a gift and said, "Thank you, congratulations." ”

With that, Yelian walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down a little further away from the two of them. When he turned sideways, he happened to meet the inquiring gaze of Princess Kasumi.

"Why"

"You didn't sue her?"

Four eyes turned to Thirteen Lang, who smiled, leaned over, and explained a few words in a low voice.

No matter how calm Princess Xia was, she was also taken aback by the news at this time, and exclaimed: "No, then she"

Jusan Lang shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Princess Xia fell silent, and the night lotus over there spoke quietly. The sound didn't come out of his mouth, but from the ground.

"The man"

"Dead. ”

Shisanlang took it and said, "The clue is actually quite obvious, if you want, you can find out who he is." ”

Yelian was silent, and asked for a long time, "Did you leave anything behind?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head, held Xiao Budian in one hand, took out a jade slip from his arms with one hand and threw it over, and replied or explained: "I probably hope that you will not be disturbed." In addition to that mass of blood, there were only a few exercises. ”

Yelian took the jade slip. I was silent and didn't read the contents, and I didn't know what I was thinking. Thirteen Lang sat quietly here, Princess Xia really couldn't hold back the shock in her heart, and couldn't help but glance at Yelian's face, wanting to see what her expression was.

Yelian had no expression on her face. She sat like that, thinking. After a while, Yelian tapped her fingertips, crushing the jade slip into pieces, turning it into smoke and floating in the air.

A loneliness is creeping in.

"Alas!"

Princess Xia sighed silently, and suddenly felt that Yelian was a little pitiful. The surroundings were a little cold, and unconsciously tightened the hand holding Thirteen Lang.

Thirteen Lang sensed something and reached out to pat Princess Kasumi's hand.

"You're not her, she's not you. ”

This sentence is very useful, Princess Xia's expression quickly returned to tranquility after being slightly stunned, but she couldn't get rid of that faint pity in her heart, and her gaze was different from the past.

Yelian didn't care what she thought and looked, she looked up at the sky, and said with an indifferent expression: "You want to investigate the cause of Mr. Big's death?"

"Ahh

After the thunder, the thunderbolt was heard, and Princess Xia exclaimed again.

"Brother, do you want to?"

In more than 70 years, Princess Xia has grown up enough, but due to the limitations of experience, compared to Yelian and Thirteen Lang, the Qi cultivation kung fu is finally a line behind. Shocked by Yelian's life experience before, Princess Xia quickly thought of many consequences, and it was difficult to stay calm when she heard this sentence again at this moment.

It has been decades since Mr. Big returned to heaven, and to be honest, Princess Xia has not been without doubts, but from her point of view, Jian Zun has killed hundreds of monks in Swallowtail, among which the Avatar Monk accounts for more than ten people, and it cannot be said that she is close in any case. As she grows older, coupled with the cultivation of her ancestors over the years, Princess Xia has no longer looked at things like the "princess" who only cared about whether she was happy or not, and her consideration of problems was also different.

The death of Jian Zun is a good thing in a sense, especially for maintaining the harmony between the Quartet Alliance and the spiritual cultivation and the swallowtail, which is equivalent to breaking a shackle.

Putting these aside, for now, if Shisanlang really intends to do that, it will inevitably set off a monstrous storm, and no one can predict the outcome. Of course, if you don't consider the solidity of the alliance, that's exactly what all parties want to see.

The more she thought about it, the more worried Princess Xia became, and she couldn't care if Yelian was pitiful, just waiting for Thirteen Lang to answer.

Thirteen Lang's expression was as calm as ever, and he said lightly: "All kinds of signs indicate that the teacher's death is not normal, of course we have to check it." ”

Yelian turned her body slightly, looked at Thirteen Lang and said, "Do you think that Mr. Big was poisoned?"

Shisanlang didn't deny it, and said, "I do think so at the moment. Yes or no, we have to see before we talk. ”

Yelian's eyes were slightly cold, and she said, "What do you think?"

"How can you look at this. ”

Shisanro casually spread his hands and gestured upward.

"Open the coffin, of course. ”

(To be continued......)