The three parts of this chapter are the memories brought into the three stages of Yu Mang, and they are used to observe the illusion established by his original appearance.

The strength of Xianyu can be brought into the protagonist template of Xiaobaiwen, with many hole cards, hard background, good luck, and strong toughness, except for Qingluan Palace, no one is convinced. Well, he's also a big guy with a fan.

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"Da-da, da-da. ”

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the ears of Tingye, and he slowly opened his eyes in a hazy vision, and then saw a cheerful ploughing ox happily striding in front of him.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves, I don't know whether I should wash my ears or my eyes.

You should brainwash it. Zang Niu secretly despises it, rare and strange, and, what's wrong with the ploughing cow, discrimination?

Tingye leaned on the wooden board and cleared his mind, he always felt that he was being ridiculed by Zang Niu in front of him, no, it should have been insulted, no, it should have been said...... Yes, I should be looking down on myself!

Yes, that's how it feels!

I don't know why, Tingye feels that he has nothing to do with this Zang Niu, but the way it looks at itself is very strange, especially the superiority that I don't know where it comes from, and the expression that looks at itself as if it is mentally retarded...... Have you ever been despised by the ploughing ox? If you didn't, you wouldn't have understood this complex and subtle feeling.

After coming back to his senses, he stretched his waist and looked at Xian Yu, who was eating a roasted sweet potato on his side, and recalled the strange dream last night. Ever since he left Qingluan Palace, he felt that he couldn't recognize this world, strange dreams, strange opportunities, unstable realms, and chaotic thoughts.

Are you an adolescent?

But didn't you get over it early? Listening to the night is a little aggrieved.

The so-called Tianjiao is able to compress his life into a year, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, so at the age of four or five, there will be a sense of detachment from the ordinary, step by step, take shortcuts at the best time for the body, so as to transform the realm to a terrifying degree.

Listening to the night, he couldn't control his thoughts, and there were no traces of Qiyang's chariots and horses around. He was picked up by Xianyu in the early morning, and he didn't say anything about the assessment, he just walked out of the ruins, looking at the crowd around the ruins, listening to the night, he felt a little lost, just like the cabbage he had worked so hard to grow was arched to the pig.

Hearing the night turning his head angrily, Xian Yu pondered the abacus on the side, with a strange smile on his face, "I don't know if I should go to Xiao Lu or Xiao Zi at night", and then relieved, as if he had made the decision of "two together" with difficulty, and finally he nodded solemnly.

Looking at the smile on the corner of Xian Yu's mouth that slowly converged, Tingye didn't come forward to ask, he didn't know if Tsukasa Ye would come, and this question was very important to him.

Listening to the night's gains and losses, in the end, whether she can become a swordsman or not is still through Tsukasa Ya's approval, and if she is not in him, who will she hold the oath with......

Looking at Tingye's immature face, Xian Yu paced to his side.

When he woke up at night, his body and spirit began to settle down, but their decisions were no longer disturbed. Tingye sat behind the oxtail, dressed in a jet-black robe, with a cold temperament, a spear with a strong smell of blood, and his clean face added a touch of murder to him, but his crystal eyes were full of innocence.

The contradictory appearance of the Awakened.

Zang Niu's speed was very fast, and he was silent listening to the wind blowing the hair of his sideburns. The scenery in front of me began to change rapidly, day, night, day, night. Every second is a different scene, the jump in space causes time to distort, and I listen to the night watching quietly with a calm expression.

The Chosen One.

Tingye glanced at Zang Niu indifferently, Zang Niu fried his hair, and his heart palpitated, but the next moment that feeling dissipated and was gently smoothed by a pair of palms.

This is the eye of life and death after the completion of the mental method!

Zang Niu's heart sank, and he was secretly frightened.

The three major mental methods of Qingluan Palace, the seven spiritual techniques, the nine spiritual arrays, and the five secret techniques, these are the classics that the disciples of Qingluan Palace must learn. These peerless ancient books can be used by any force to suppress luck, but in the eyes of Qingluan Palace, they are no different from paper, which is also the reason why Qingluan Palace's assessment every hundred years is still enthusiastic even if no one is promoted every time.

Because entering the Qingluan Palace, it is equivalent to sitting on the world's three-thirds of creation!

Among them, the three major mental methods are headed by the reincarnation Daozang, although this mental method is incomplete, but the eyes of life and death after practice are directly intersected with the law, which overshadows all the other mental methods!

He practiced ......

Xian Yu watched with interest, and listened to the night with his eyes cross-legged and closed, cultivating the Qinglian Duel.

Qinglian Duel, like the reincarnation Daozang, is a top-notch mental magic technique, but the former cultivates the mind, and the latter cultivates the god. Each additional layer of cultivation in this recipe can split the Yuan Shen one more time, and in the final fivefold realm, a mysterious realm can be reached through continuous splitting and overlapping. Moreover, the Yuan Shen dispersed by Qinglian can cultivate independently after shaping the body, and can also be used to gather other Yuan Shen after the Yuan Shen is destroyed, and has the name of "changing life against the sky and sitting on the ground to create", ranking among the top ten mental methods of the stars.

But now, the holy relics that the ancestors couldn't even look at are actually for listening to and enlightening at night, and because of the reincarnation of the Daozang, the appearance is not abrupt at all.

There are no words in this mental method, and under the induction of the original spirit, it can touch a layer of membrane that seems to be nothing. The film is thin, but strong. Tingye didn't know how to describe his feelings, and there seemed to be a gentle murderous intent hidden under that halo, blocking and suppressing his primordial spirit, but he didn't have the slightest disgust and resistance.

When I opened my eyes at night, the bottom of my eyes was unfathomable. Xian Yu brought three ancient books, in addition to this one, there is also an instant killing fingering, a secret technique of possession.

The possession technique is one of the four evil arts of the ancients, and the power is uncertain, one method of use is directional, and the soul contract then asks him for help in times of crisis, and the other is to use space as a guide to attract in situ. Along the way, I repeatedly practiced these three techniques, and the momentum of the night was mellow, and the realm was shrouded in clouds and mist, and I couldn't see it clearly.

For a moment, he opened his eyes.

He didn't know where it was, a crystal blue earth, full of thorns and thorns, and frost and snow falling wearily, resting on the thick earth. The feeling of listening to the night here is complicated, murderous, resentful, confused, joyful, holy, claustrophobic.

Tingye stretched out his hand to perceive the vicissitudes of the world, his steps faltered on it, and the spear was dull, slowly trembling as if it had been suppressed.

It was familiar to him, but he just couldn't remember where.

The atmosphere here is ethereal, but terrifyingly real.

This is not the Star Continent, so ...... And where again.

Tingye stood there and was silent for a long time, and then his face slowly burned, and he turned to look at the girl in a white gauze skirt on the mountain. The delicate face is not polished, the jade-colored eyes are not variegated, and the clean appearance is white and dull.

It's a lot like. He remembered that there was a place called Dawn, and there was a master called a fool, a comrade-in-arms, a spear, a faith, and fearless.

It's a pity that I only remember so much.

But...... How to cry.

Tingye stretched out his hand to catch the tears in his palm. The tears were crystal clear, clean and free of impurities, like a child. Listening to the night's breath, he saw himself dressed in a heavy black robe, with a long purple-black thorn on his back, his arms wrapped in bandages, and blood running down his cheeks on his dirty black hair.

His horse watched him from a short distance, his white boots covered in a thick and viscous layer of blood, the medallion on his chest split in half, and a piercing scar left deep in his eyes.

He's going to die.

But at the last moment, he lived like a warrior.

The pitch-black beam of light rained down divine punishment, and the roar extinguished all existence, and his body shattered from the skull. Everything was blurred, along with the shadow.

Unseen.

Listening to the night and looking up, in a trance, I still forgot.

Looking at the snow in front of me and listening to the night, I became more and more melancholy, and I became more sentimental. He felt that he had far more than fourteen years to live. It was as if he had walked a long ancient road, groping around with his blind eyes, but he could not catch any light.

Listening to the night caressing the long sword on his waist, the long sword trembled slightly, and a snow mist diluted the vision in front of him, turning into flowing water and slowly condensing.

Tsukasa night is coming.

She stood alone on top of the snow, listening to the night winding along the road, which seemed to be close, but in fact it was getting farther and farther.

He hated the bending.

Hearing the night holding the spear, he was not excited, and he did not think about the so-called sword attendant assessment. He wanted to figure out what he had been through before he was four, and he wanted to know what they were doing.

He's escaped from the cage that I don't know who weaved!

He wants to live and understand himself first!

Listening to the nameless fire in the eyes of the night, Tsukasa glanced at it lightly and didn't ask any more.

Listening to the night's heartbeat, beating violently one after another. He didn't understand, and he became more and more confused.

Originally...... There was no answer to all this. It's as if he lives because of her. Tingye didn't know if this was his own answer or the standard answer given to him by others, but at this moment, he knew that the answer was Tsukasa Ya.

Tingye stopped and stopped seven steps away from the girl.

She gave the distance was five steps, and he reserved two more steps for himself.

The wind and snow blew again, and he watched there.

This moment is very long, so long that I can't tell how long it has been. He was in a trance, hesitating, losing his mind, lowering his eyes, and smiling bitterly, "Assessment...... What is it. ”

"No need. ”

“......”

"I want you to kill yourself. ”

“！...... ,......" listened to the confusion of the night, and watched the girl's cold back standing in place. After a long time, he raised his palm, looked at the dark red spear and blinked.

The arm was raised, the spear swallowed the scarlet edge, and the girl, as always, the indifferent appearance blocked the heart of the night, and then carefully cared for the freezing.

Listening to the smile of the night, that smile seems to see through something.

He remembered. This has been the case countless times before. But he had been killed before, and this time, it was suicide.

Tsukasa is his handle, starting from this awakening.

They didn't dare to guarantee that they would be able to kill him next time, so they gave him Tsukaya, the sword master he could never protect.

As a swordsman, all he needed to do was die in front of her, no, behind her back.

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"I, yes. ”

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"Gone. ”

"Hmm......" looked at the back of Tsukasa Night, and Xian Yu smiled faintly. This was the result of his efforts to disappoint him, and he was confident that Yu Mang would not let him down.

As for Tsukasa Night......

He knew that feeling, Qing Han was too far away from her, Tsukasa Night, he wanted to fight for Yu Mang.

Immortal Yu smiled indifferently and converged all these layouts.

Only Qing Han can understand this game, but she will not cherish the chess pieces in her chess game like Tsukasa Night.

Like what...... He......

It's all gone. The domain is gone forever, and there are only those who listen to the night.

One, beggar!