I don't know when the rain stopped.

The sunlight cast dappled light and shadow on the small fenced courtyard through the dense canopy of trees, and the main house, which had been silent for a long time, resounded again:

窸窸窣窣~

The room was a little messy, and shoes and robes fell to the floor.

The night terror, who had fallen asleep in exhaustion, lay on the bed, the physical trauma disappeared without a trace, and the face returned to its usual color, but because the soul was seriously injured, it had not yet woken up at this time.

Xue Baijin sat up from the edge of the bed silently, his long hair was scattered on his back, and there were still some tears in the corners of his eyes, but his expression was a little trance-like, looking at the face of the night terror hall by the light outside the window, with mixed tastes in his eyes.

The Night Terror Hall was indeed a little restless last night, but Xue Baijin was awake from beginning to end.

I don't want the Night Terror Hall to be too difficult, the biggest forbearance she has made, she never thought that people would be bullied, and after being taken away from the most important thing in a daze, the Night Terror Hall was not only uncomfortable, but also intensified.

Obviously she was already tormented by pain and couldn't think, but she still had to use those unheard-of moves to toss her, and it seemed that she also used the wind palm to follow her feelings......

Xue Baijin's personality is indifferent and lonely, where can he resist this kind of impact, he was completely taken away, and it didn't take long for the whole person to be confused, he didn't remember what he said and done, and he didn't know when he would end sleeping.

At this time, the sky was bright, Xue Baijin woke up faintly, and his divine thoughts were collected from the nine heavens.

Looking at the extremely familiar handsome face, Xue Baijin's heart was full of emotions, there was sadness and hesitation, but it was more of a helplessness that could not be recovered.

She wanted to fight the night terror and get angry, but she knew in her heart that he couldn't bear the torment and couldn't be killed, so what was the point of hitting a heavy hand?

With the character of this thief, I am afraid that after waking up, she will be pestered again, apologize to her, what can she do then?

If she has to do this kind of thing, how will Ning'er look at her in the future, and how will Yunli look at her......

……

Xue Baijin's heart was in turmoil, and finally turned into a silent sigh, without waking up the culprit in front of him, he quietly got up and wrapped the robe around his body, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a shocking red plum on the white robe.

“……”

Xue Baijin's eyes trembled obviously, and a hundred emotions surged into his heart again, gritted his teeth and got up and came to the well in the corner of the fence garden, and after fetching a bucket of water, he ran to the small kitchen and began to clean the unbearable traces on his body.

Boom~

The cold well water is dripping on the body, and the hands are brushing over the chest and waist and abdomen, which inevitably reminds people of the scenes of last night.

Xue Baijin couldn't suppress his emotions at all, so he could only pour ice water on his head in the end, and after slowing down for a long time, he dried his body, put on white thin pants, and wrapped his chest again.

Tear pull~

Xue Baijin tore off the mark on his robe, went to the courtyard to pick a leaf, and then entered the small house on the right.

The room opposite the kitchen seems to be the place where Beiyunbian lived as a child, and every year after autumn, it is estimated that he will live here for more than a month.

Xue Baijin looked around the room, and could see that there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and the cabinet next to it was also full, with clean clothes, bandage medicine, and even some crop seeds.

After Xue Baijin checked for a while, he turned over a new robe from the cabinet, because he was very tall, he was dressed well, and after changing his clothes, he put the rags into his arms, picked up a black robe, and put it on the desk.

Through the window, you can see the night terror hall in the main house, which is still sleeping.

Xue Baijin's eyes were complicated, but in the end, he pressed down, resumed his unsmiling expression, sat in front of the desk, spread out the paper, and picked up the pen to write.

Rustle~

The breeze stirs the branches and leaves of the canopy, making a small and dense sound, making the fenced courtyard as quiet as if it were out of the world.

Xue Baijin sat extremely upright, but his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and after writing the last stroke, he picked up the paper and black robe, returned to the main room and put it on the small table.

Seeing the small card of 'Yan Soul Immortal' on the table, Xue Baijin picked it up and put it in his sleeve, and looked back at the night terror hall lying on the bed.

“……”

After stagnation for a long time, Xue Baijin took a deep breath, and with a bit of determination in his eyes, he lifted his double gong and walked out of the door, heading towards the beach and Wang Yang in the distance......

——

Wow~Wow~

The waves wash over the beach, the canopy sways, and the dappled light and shadow gradually enter the windows from the ground and land on the bed boards.

The night terror hall, who had forgotten when he had fallen asleep, frowned slightly under the light and shadow, and then flew to the heavens before returning to his body, and the body pain and even the trauma had disappeared, but the labor pain and powerlessness in the depths of his mind still existed, and for a while people couldn't remember when and where they were.

"Uh...... Whew......"

Night Terror raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, confused for a long time, before realizing where he was lying and the scene of last night.

Recalling the initial soft grinding and hard bubbles, the confusion in the middle, and the last time again, Night Terror suddenly woke up, and turned to look to the side, but saw that the surroundings were empty, and there was no movement in the courtyard.

"Tutuo?"

Night Terror looked dazed, looked left and right, saw the robe and paper on the table, and secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, and turned his head up.

"Uh~"

When I got up suddenly, I felt dizzy in my head, and I lost my ears directly.

Night Terror closed his eyes and endured for a moment before he recovered, and quickly got up and ran out of the door, only to see only the canopy of trees that covered the sky, the empty fenced courtyard, and the beach in the distance.

The night terror hall staggered to the outside of the fence garden with the dragon knife with the hilt cracked, looked around, and shouted:

"Tutuo? White brocade? …… Lady-sama? ”

"I was wrong, I didn't have a clear mind yesterday and I was impulsive......"

"I know you're there, I'm a little dizzy, uh...... No way......"

……

After saying a few words, Night Terror sat down on the ground, rubbing his forehead and snorting.

But after waiting for a long time, the beautiful and kind-hearted big tuotuo did not appear in front of him.

Night Terror Hall raised his eyes to look at Shino again, and his heart was a little panicked, he got up with his knife and returned to the main room, picking up a paper from the table to check it.

The paper is densely written with neat handwriting, and it is:

When you read this letter, I have already arrived in Shuofeng City, and after saying goodbye to Yunli, I will continue to look for the last three pictures, and I will not break my promise to you before.

Ling and Ning'er are happy with each other, and they are under the Pingtian Sect, I regard you as a junior and have always been sincere in helping.

But although you have repeatedly helped me, you have also repeatedly taught me to think of me, and you have crossed the boundaries of your confidant, until you committed last night's act.

I should have hated you, but you were seriously injured and suffering, and I was too soft-hearted to break your thoughts, this matter is the fault of both you and me, I will not pursue you, but the love between you and me ends here.

Now that you are above me, you no longer need my help, and after leaving this island, I will completely forget about last night's incident, and I hope you will do the same.

At this point, I don't want to meet again for the rest of my life, I just hope you can treat Ning'er and Yunli well.

The yard has been checked, and in the house next to it, there are clothes and medicines, and the leaves of the immortal tree taste bitter, but refresh your mind and should be able to recover from your injuries as soon as possible.

If you are hungry, you can last a long time with fishing gear in the kitchen and fruits in the forest......

……

The handwriting is fine and dense, obviously it is a farewell, but it has added a lot in the back, just like an adult who is about to leave home, afraid that the people left behind will not be able to eat and dress warmly, and they can't wait to arrange the daily firewood, rice, oil and salt in place.

Night Terror carefully read the handwriting, sighed softly, folded the paper and put it away, then put on his robe, hung the saber around his waist, and came to the courtyard.

Although I want to turn back and chase now, but the night terror hall is not in good spirits, and it is difficult to travel long distances at present, so after going out and looking around, I still fly and jump first, along the thick trunk of the round building, slowly climb the big tree, and jump back and forth along the branches.

Rustle~

The warm sea breeze blew through the canopy that covered the sky, bringing the light sound of the waves, and the night terror sword rose from the top of the canopy, because the contrast was so small that it looked like a small black dot on the treetops from a distance.

In front of the Night Terror Hall were the topmost branches, on which hung more than a dozen bunches of fruit, each with three to five bunches.

Although there are quite a lot of fruits, the fruit is only the size of a plum, and the whole body is round and dark green, and it looks like it is not ripe.

Night Terror didn't know how many nails the fruit had to grow to ripen, so he didn't pick it directly, but just picked two leaves, put them in his mouth, and sat cross-legged on the canopy.

As written in Bingtuo Tuo's letter, the leaves are slightly bitter in the mouth, and then the coolness comes into my mind, which makes people's ears and eyes clear and the spirit is relaxed, and the weakness and tiredness in the depths of my mind are relieved a lot.

When the Night Terror Hall came over last night, it was found that this place was a rare feng shui treasure in the world.

At this time, I closed my eyes on the canopy of the tree, and used the supernatural power of the eighth picture to carefully perceive, but it turned out that when my eyes were closed, it seemed that I had come to another world.

The whole world is centered on the big trees below, and there are countless flying flakes around it, merging into the canopy that covers the sky and the sun.

His eyes are closed, but he can make up the outline of the whole tree through the veins of 'qi', and he himself is like a pearl in the canopy.

After observing for a while, the head ached faintly again, and then he plucked another leaf, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then began to operate the method of the Singing Dragon Diagram, breathing and breathing, trying to channel that qi into himself.

As a result, the process went more smoothly than he imagined, and as he pinched the meridian in his hand, the qi veins of the whole body seemed to be connected with heaven and earth, and there were shadowless and intangible things, as the breath was returned to the heart, all the veins of the Ming Dragon Diagram were warmed and nourished, and the weakness in the depths of the soul was also relieved.

At first, Night Terror Hall meditated and practiced, thinking that he would get twice the result with half the effort, but he soon found that this kind of spitting and practicing was at most faster than Minglongtan, and if he wanted to practice to the point where he could control the eighth picture, according to his estimates, he would have to practice hard for three or five years.

This speed is already the best talent for Lu Taiqing and the others, but Night Terror still feels that it is too slow, it is impossible for him to stay on this island for three or five years, and from the perspective of physical endurance, this absorption speed is far from the limit, it should be faster.

After pondering for a while, Night Terror began to try to adjust the method of refining qi, to see how he could gather the aura of heaven and earth and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon faster.

Internal training is the foundation of martial arts, and it is normal to start learning it at the age of six, and this is obviously the most basic part of the Ming Dragon Diagram.

Night Terror Hall used to adjust the Minglong diagram, but it didn't move the big frame, but only refined the details to make the Minglong diagram more suitable for itself.

And what to do now is equivalent to tearing down and starting over, the most basic breath to change, in the future, each vein will naturally have to be moved again, and its difficulty is no less than re-understanding a set of their own Minglong diagram, out of the danger of modifying the Minglong diagram, as long as it is a person with a normal brain, he will not try this kind of risky move, and he does not have the ability.

But when Night Terror came up with this idea, there was almost no hesitation, after all, he had always practiced martial arts like this, and if he felt that it was wrong, he had to change it, even if he had to change it all over again, if he knew that there were flaws, he would rather be rotten than lacking, so what else would he talk about taking martial arts to the extreme?

However, starting from the very basics is indeed a big project, and the process is quite long.

Night Terror Hall sat on the top of the canopy, immersed in the world without foreign objects, peeling off the cocoon to build a new vein of the Ming Dragon Diagram, although it was extremely draining, but there were leaves to maintain the consciousness, but there was no overload of the pig's brain, and finally found that the leaves were not strong enough, and picked a green fruit, put it in the mouth to refresh.

At the same time, on the outskirts of the island, in a grove a few miles away.

Xue Baijin was lying in the woods, his body was still covered with weeds, blending in with the environment, carefully observing the black spots on the top of the big tree, his eyes still occupied by complexity.

After leaving the letter, Xue Baijin wanted to leave, but the Night Terror Hall didn't wake up, and the injury was obviously not healed, so how dare she leave rashly and leave the Night Terror Hall alone on this overseas island.

Originally, Xue Baijin's plan was to wait for the Night Terror Hall to wake up, make sure that the Night Terror Hall was fine, and then leave quietly.

But after waking up from the night terror, he chased out and called, and his body was obviously erratic, not to mention that he left, it was a problem to support himself on the island.

For this reason, Xue Baijin secretly lurked, wanting to wait for the Night Terror Hall to recover a little before leaving, but after the Night Terror Hall climbed the big tree, he practiced for a long time, and he didn't know what the current situation was, and whether anything would happen if he ate the fruit.

Although she didn't feel comfortable leaving for a short time, as long as she wasn't discovered by the Night Terrors, it was not much different from her leaving.

Xue Baijin lay under the grass quilt, waited from noon until the sky was getting dark, and saw that the night terror hall was like an old monk who did not move, and there was no movement, so he also closed his eyes and began to practice calmly......

——

The other side.

Yanjing, the National Teacher's Mansion.

Thunder shook the sky, a torrential rain, sprinkled in the brightly lit capital of Beiliang State, and the streets and alleys could be seen everywhere Sheng, singing and dancing.

Twenty miles outside the city, the National Teacher's Mansion at the foot of Yu Mountain was silent from the inside out, and even the disciples standing at the door with knives were frowning, with a bit of solemnity in their eyes.

The news of Shuofeng City has been rushed to Yanjing for thousands of miles.

If the last time Night Terror infiltrated Yanjing, it was a slap in the face of Emperor Liang and Xiang Hanshi, then this time it appeared in Shuofeng City and destroyed Beiyunbian in a battle, which became the last straw on Beiliang's head.

The night terror hall has been out of the mountain for so long, and the battle record is terrifying, and the warriors of Beiliang have guessed that Beiyunbian may not be able to stop its momentum.

But everyone didn't expect that the Night Terror Hall would really dare to kill under Shuofeng City single-handedly, and they didn't expect that Beiyunbian would perform the Xuanxuan Divine Technique of calling the wind and calling thunder, and he would still be pressed under the Night Terror Hall by him.

With the formation shown by the North Cloud Side that day, Dao Xing was placed in the upper reaches of the Martial Saints, which could no longer be said to be weak in the North Cloud Side, but the Night Terror Hall was too strong, so strong that no one could compete with it at all.

As soon as Beiyunbian fell, the masters who were still standing on the opposite side in the whole world were left with only Xiang Hanshi.

Wu Kui Wusheng, the old Wang Ba of the previous generation, and the new Tianjiao who had just emerged had all been wiped out by the Night Terror Hall; The forces of the Northern and Southern Dynasties that can be said to be named, those who should be subdued, and those who are not convinced have also been subdued, and there is no other way to find any other obstacles.

No matter what thoughts the Night Terror Hall holds next, the next person to come to the door should be Xiang Hanshi.

Fengguancheng is transcendent from the world, Lu Taiqing is from the Southern Dynasty, if Xiang Hanshi can't stop it, no one in the whole world will be qualified to stand on the opposite side of the Night Terror Hall as an opponent, and the entire rivers and lakes will be penetrated.

Night Terror Hall single-handedly could not shake the entire Northern Liang army, but it was invincible in the world, enough to shake the hearts of the entire Northern Liang people.

The whole rivers and lakes are looking forward to the night terrors, how long will it be before the people turn against each other and the soldiers and horses will be defeated?

There is no need to make a move in the night terror, when the time comes, the soldiers will come to the city, and only ask the guards a sentence of "to surrender or not to surrender", how many generals dare to die heroically and say that they will not surrender?

Therefore, in this last battle, Xiang Hanshi must win a big victory, if he can't win, Beiliang will be directly dispersed, even if he is still strong and strong, the idea of 'invincible night terror' has also been engraved into everyone's bones and blood, and the morale has collapsed to the extreme, and Beiliang will lose.

But did Xiang Hanshi stop it?

In the eyes of the people of the world, the opportunity is slim, and this issue is also being discussed in the National Teacher's Mansion.

Cracking sound......

The rain grains were as big as soybeans and smashed on the cornices of the main hall, forming a rain curtain outside the door.

Zhong Sun Jin sat in a wheelchair, his expression was quite sluggish, and he kept tapping his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Xiang Hanshi stood straight in front of the picture of the hundred horses in the middle hall, looking at the scroll with his hands behind his back, although his expression was a little sad, but the overall look was still like a mountain, and he did not waver.

Xiang Hanshi was in his early sixties, and he was only an apprentice of Bo Fenglou, a hero in Beifu, when he was six or seven years old, Beiliang attacked the nest of the Chi Division, and then the second generation of Tianlang King entered the customs to take revenge and nailed Bo Fenglou to the city.

And Xiang Hanshi was also because of this, after being regarded as a loyal martyr by the Northern Liang Imperial Court, he focused on training, and stepped into the position of today's Northern Liang National Teacher.

Zhongsun Jin is older than Xiang Hanshi, it can be said that he watched Xiang Hanshi grow up, and there were many cares in previous years, and after being silent for a long time, he said:

"I remember that on the day Mr. Bo was nailed to the city, it was also raining heavily, and his opponent was King Tianlang, and the scene was somewhat similar to today."

This is not self-pity, but encouragement.

After all, Xiang Hanshi was only a few years old back then, but his opponent was the Tianlang King of the Northwest Royal Court, so strong that Xiang Hanshi could not shake it at all.

But at that time, Xiang Hanshi did not lose the sharpness in his heart, and walked steadily to the highest place step by step, until he destroyed the Xihai Royal Court.

Back then, Xiang Han was helpless, and he could do this kind of feat that ordinary people couldn't do, but now he has been ranked as a martial saint and has been named a national teacher, and when he encounters the threat of King Tianlang, how can he not pass this level?

When Xiang Hanshi heard this, he turned around and sat down next to the tea table:

"When two countries are at war, how can there be immortals. The family teacher died for the country, and I also fought for the country, without personal grudges. ”

Zhongsun Jin shook his head and sighed: "Although victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, this battle is related to Liang Guozuo. How sure are you that you're joining forces with me? ”

Xiang Hanshi has not yet fully mastered the refining of qi and transforming the gods, and Beiyunbian has already begun to refine the gods, although the skills and skills are deeper than those of Beiyunbian, but the start is poor, and there is a gap in the realm, even if he can beat Beiyunbian, he is definitely not the opponent of the Night Terror Hall.

And Zhongsun Jin followed the Mo family's faction, mainly focusing on water conservancy city defense and organ formations, and his ability was the greatest among the martial saints in the north and south, but he didn't take the road of cultivating immortals at all, and he was half a chip stronger than Li Kai when he really fought.

If the two join forces, they will have a chance of winning against the Night Terror Hall, but behind the Night Terror Hall there are also Lu Taiqing, Shenchen Monk, and Pingtian Sect Master, if they are two or two enemies, the odds are not much different from nothing.

Xiang Hanshi sat down on the chair, and after a moment of silence, he responded:

"If necessary, I can launch another eight Minglong pictures, and when the realm is reached, with my skills, even if it can only last for a moment, it is enough to change my life. Mr. Zhongsun can protect the saint. ”

Zhong Sun Jin sighed at this: "I hope this move can be successful, otherwise it will be difficult to revitalize the situation in the future."

When Xiang Hanshi entered Yanjing last time, he felt that the Night Terror Hall deduced the Ming Dragon Diagram on its own, and it was likely to be as doomed as his predecessors; But judging from the current situation, there is really no problem with the Night Terror Hall.

However, this judgment does not affect the subsequent situation.

After all, Night Terror Hall was able to launch the seventh picture at that time, so it must be able to launch the eighth picture, which is nothing more than a question of right or wrong.

And with the eighth picture, even if there is a little flaw, against Xiang Hanshi, who has not fully mastered the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, the result is no different from beating Xue Baijin on the side of Beiyun - no matter how profound the skill is, no matter how extraordinary the skill is, it can't stand the other party from performing immortal magic dozens of zhang away, disturbing your qi and blood, and you can't prevent it, and you will be seriously injured if you shoot, what to fight?

Therefore, it was the right decision for Xiang Hanshi to retreat at that time, and the Night Terror Hall was wrong, and he would die sooner or later, so there was no need to change his life; The Night Terror Hall deduced correctly, he was also killing himself, and there was no chance to replace him, and if he didn't go, he would give Nanchao a head in vain.

Xiang Hanshi took a steady step at that time, and won the time to come back and perform the other eight pictures to fight for his life, but with his understanding, there must be flaws; And the Night Terror Hall may be flawless.

However, Xiang Hanshi's skills are stronger, if both sides are fighting for their lives, he obviously also has the advantage of profound skills, and the chances of winning between the two sides are actually between five and five, the difference is only that he will die no matter whether he wins or loses, while Night Terror can live if he wins.

Xiang Hanshi rubbed his fingers lightly, considering each other's odds, but there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then the disciple's voice sounded from outside:

"Master, someone just dropped a letter at the door, and I didn't see who put it."

Seeing this, Xiang Hanshi raised his eyes, raised his hand to take the yellow envelope, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Zhongsun Jin touched his beard, and after seeing Xiang Hanshi look at it a few times, he frowned and asked:

"What news."

Xiang Hanshi looked at the letter carefully, and after being silent for a moment, he handed it to Zhongsun Jin.

Zhongsun Jin took the letter paper and checked it, and the original Gu Jing Wubo's face slowly turned into a frown, and he sighed after a while:

"This green bandit is really hand-eyed...... Go and call Hua Junchen over, there is something to ask him. ”

The disciple looked at Xiang Hanshi, and when he saw his head, he hurriedly gave up his hand and ran towards the door......

(End of chapter)