Shen Tu Xue Yao pointed at Yu Fan and prayed, at this moment, the cold veil worn by the heavy baby showed the shadow of the flowers rolling in the wind, and its exposed upper body was transparent and fluttering.

Red clouds swept across the sky, and in a moment they covered the sky like a slurry. The sun shone ruddy and compact, and the clouds that illuminated it were faint, and in the distance lay a few slender clouds on the cold mountains, stiff and motionless, and the clouds were worn on the top of the head of the wrestler, like a red crown of quenching.

A string of sleeping trees on the snow-capped mountain that stretches for more than ten miles glows with silver-white light, and the whole looks like a fire sickle that shines brightly. The snow sinks on the top of the mountain, giving it a chilly feeling. The bell of the Long Tooth Palace rang, a total of five times, the first sound made a dull appearance, and the next few followed the first sound, and the entire snow mountain was filled between the echelons, and the sound was surplus for a moment, and the whole world was silent for a long time.

The petals of the cherry blossom forest turn like snow, and the wind blade carves the residual fragrance of the cherry blossoms. At this moment, Shen Tuxue dragged her tired figure and called out with the disturbed flower posture, hoping that this terrifying thing in front of her would be merciful and let go of the mountain master.

However, the heavy baby just stretched his neck and shook twice in the air, and there was no trace of pity in his poisonous eyes. Its chin was protruding, a row of hacksaw-like teeth resting on its thin lips, and a string of knee-hanging black beads around its neck, the beads showing no light.

At the same time, it flirted with its sharp nails, and the beads were so tightly knit that the strung shadows could not be seen. The mountain master lay motionless on the ground, his breathing was weak, and when he tried to get up, a silk force on his arm loosened, and he fell to the ground again, and the cherry blossoms were like scraps on his face.

Feeling the breath of life, Chongying broke away from Yu Fan's body and coiled in the flower forest, stirring up the cherry blossom whirlpool, and at the same time picked off a bead the size of a juju and hit it at the mountain master. A few strands of rapid wind poured into the eight delicate mouths of the beads, making a hissing sound. After slashing an arc in the air, it hit Shanfuzi, and then eight ink snakes crawled out of the bead's mouth and lingered on his body, and Shanfuzi was suddenly tied like a zongzi, and he couldn't even twist his head or hook his fingers.

The air in the cherry blossom forest gradually revealed a cold red shadow, and when it shone on the heavy baby, it looked like a snake of the red snake of the king of the mountain. Lingqiao stood there in a daze, she didn't expect that Yu Fan still had this kind of power hidden in her body, the red shadow covered her demented face, and the cherry blossoms rolled up from her side, and they didn't disturb her for half a minute.

A long sword flew out, the speed was extremely fast, after the light mang cut through the red shadow contained in the air, and then chopped a few pieces of residual flowers, this blow exhausted all the strength of Shen Tuxue, after throwing this blow, she slumped to the ground obliquely, her blurred eyes stared at the sword and flew towards Yu Fan, she couldn't reach it, she was grabbed by Ling Qiao, who came back to her senses, and a touch of blood splashed out, splashed on the cherry blossom forest, and splashed on Yu Fan's sluggish face. When the sword was grabbed by Lingqiao, because the force was too strong, it stabbed forward a few feet, and as a last resort, Lingqiao had to lean over to block it, and the sword was pierced three inches below Lingqiao's shoulder.

The robins in the sky flutter their tails overhead, and the sparse leaves on the cherry blossom trees are swaying like rat ears, and perhaps in two days the flowering period has passed, and these leaves will grow a lot against the warm air, and in another season even the leaves will fall, and I don't know where to wake up in spring.

Yu Fan was awakened by the blood splashed on Ling Qiao's body, and the scattered bits of blood crawled on his face like small worms, crawling through the dome that imprisoned his consciousness.

The moment he recovered, the heavy baby disappeared completely, and the beads on the mountain master's body and the ink snake crawling out of it also disappeared, he looked at Lingqiao lying on the ground, and tears crawled out of the eye glands at once, which contained guilt, helplessness, anger, at this moment he wanted to do everything, but he was afraid of being powerless, this was the only cowardice left in his heart to support him to squat next to Lingqiao, and hugged her tightly.

He stared at Shen Tuxue viciously, thinking that he admired him, and even fell in love with him, he knew that his thoughts were immoral, but it was difficult to suppress this strange feeling.

The law of emotion itself is to tolerate one's own betrayal and demand the sincerity of others. Although it is not good, whether it is a person with holy virtues or a scoundrel with no bottom line, when he is in the relationship between men and women, he cannot escape this law.

After Yu Fan realized this truth, he occasionally let go of his mind, thinking about Shen Tuxue, and imagining whether he could have the possibility of being with her. However, at that moment, she unleashed a flying sword at herself, seriously injuring Ling Qiao, and his emotions for Shen Tuxue touched the ground of wishful thinking.

The mountain master got up from the ground, staggered to Shen Tuxue, picked her up, bypassed the flower forest, and sent her into the small pavilion just now. At this moment, the wind in the forest locked around Yu Fan, blowing his collarbone cold, he was helpless to stroke the light cold sword, wanting to pull it out for a while, but he was afraid of hurting Lingqiao, at this moment he was a little at a loss, and he cried like a child.

The sun was getting brighter, playing with the scattered clouds, the flying cherry blossoms were moving, and there was a sound in the forest that broke the air. A stone like a half-buried mushroom hidden under the soil, when arched up, wrapped in gray old cherry blossom roots, after a natural movement of his left and right hands, he brushed off the roots of the whole body, when he stood up, his long hair was thin, revealing a gray scalp, like a monk who had been expelled from the sand gate.

Nearly two meters tall, he breathed with a soft breath, his spirit was slightly lost, the corpse was still breathing, his limbs had a lot of old black spots, when he raised his arm to pick up Changran, there was a seal on his chest, faintly not careful, his legs were slender, he trembled when he walked, his eyes were buried with a weak light, his nose and eyes were tightly combined, and his mouth and ears were far away. He scolded twice, then walked down the cherry blossom path to Yu Fan's side one step at a time. Yu Fan glanced at him and didn't react, still holding Lingqiao tightly. His eyes were glazed, and he didn't care about everything anymore.

"Today's young people, I don't know where the anger comes from, I have to fight and kill to solve the problem, and accidentally hurt my dearest, why bother?" After saying that, the old man bowed down with great effort, stretched out his palm, and stuck it to Lingqiao's injury. After just a moment, Ling Qiao's expression improved, and a burst of red light flashed from the wound before returning to its original state. It turned out that there was a seal on the palm of the old man's hand, and there were some unknown patterns on the seal, and there were cinnabar marks on it, and I don't know what kind of spiritual spell he had cast, and Lingqiao's wound was healed.

Yu Fan looked dumbfounded, he watched the old man use his magic hand and then retracted his hand, hiding it in his chest under the long beard before he reacted, Lingqiao had recovered.

When you lose something, you don't wake up from a big dream, and when you get it again, you can remember it like a few treasures, and when you get it, it's good.

Yu Fan didn't know whether it was a greeting or the true meaning of his feelings, and he muttered to Ling Qiao how important she was in his heart, how much he loved her, and many other sour and soft love words. These love words, let's talk about the truth beyond the falsehood of love. The old man didn't shy away from suspicion, and before Yu Fan could say thank you, he moved his tongue and talked about his origin.