Suddenly, Jun Li's voice came from behind: "Feng Ming?" He thought that he had not returned, so he came out to look for it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 When the black-clothed young man heard this voice, his face changed slightly, Shen Fengming subconsciously hurriedly wiped his face, and raised his head and said, "You guys better go quickly-I'll go and get rid of him." Ziyu -- I'm bothering you. ”

But the young man in black stared at him and didn't leave. Shen Fengming heard that Jun Li was approaching, so he could only turn around to stop him, Jun Li had already seen the people of the Black Bamboo Society, and his face changed slightly.

"Daoist, let's go. Shen Fengming didn't want him to stay longer, so he pulled his arm and pulled him back.

"Shen Fengming!" The black-clothed young man behind him suddenly screamed. "Let me ask you, is your Xia Zhuang owner so important that you won't give Ziyu a ride in the end!"

Shen Fengming's footsteps suddenly stopped. Even Jun Li's footsteps stopped.

He had also gotten along with Shen Fengming's friends for the sake of Tiandu Peak. "Ziyu", he knows the name. The black-clothed man on the high wall who was shot down by Zhang Gongchang's arrow was always masked, he didn't recognize who it was, but was it Ziyu? Then, Shen Fengming's cold trembling palm that was holding his hand at this moment, he also completely understood.

- The hand slowly let go, and Jun Li could already see that his face was pale. That's right, his heart was so painful for Ziyu's death that he couldn't be more painful, but probably in his heart, he still stood on Xia Zheng's side, thinking about his promise at that time to escort him to Meizhou safely. So he didn't think that he would have any more walks with Heizhu, including the burial of Ziyu.

But that's what he was supposed to do. As soon as the young man in black said it, he suddenly felt that he was really too ruthless and ruthless, so that he wanted to scold himself.

"Daoist, go back by yourself. At last he spoke, "I-I have something to do, and I need to leave for a while, and if you don't come back tomorrow morning, you can set out on your own without waiting for me." ”

Jun Li looked at him. "There you go. Even if Shen Fengming didn't say it, he would say these three words. "I'll be in Meizhou tomorrow, I think...... There will be no more assassinations. ”

This sentence seems to have aroused the heartache of the people of the Black Bamboo Society. There are no words.

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This last night was finally over - the result of the death of the other party's leader. Zhang Gongchang was seriously injured and captured, Xie Fengde was unable to support himself, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he also quietly fled. Although many people on his side were injured, the most seriously injured seemed to be Xia Zheng, who broke his arm. He did a little bit of work, and fixed it with a wooden plank, and it was expected that he would have to be immobile for a long time, but he still seemed to be in good spirits, and even the others were extremely excited. After all, no one dared to beat the assassination of the Black Bamboo Society.

Seeing him come back, one of them stepped forward with a smile and complimented: "Just when it comes to the Dao Chief-the Dao Chief and the master fight, I think he still has the upper hand, let him escape, count his luck - blame that Shen ......"

That's just a pause. "Where's Shen Fengming?

"He's got something going on and won't be back for a while. ”

"This kid is getting weirder and weirder, and he doesn't know where to go. "Although we don't doubt him, next time, the owner, we should ask him what he means!"

Xia Zheng shook his head. "Maybe there won't be a next time. ”

"This ...... How so?"

"He doesn't owe us anything, he came with us all the way, and it was also out of righteousness, and now that Meizhou is close at hand, he may feel that it is almost over, so he quietly left. ”

"When we get to Meizhou, we won't treat him badly, so why don't we just leave. The man was still dissatisfied.

"Everyone has their own ambitions. Lu Xing said with a smile on the side.

Jun Li was happy to see what everyone said, but his heart was still depressed after all. Fortunately, Shen Fengming didn't come back together, otherwise he didn't know how much more sad he would be, and he was about to go back to rest, when suddenly one of them ran out and said, "Owner, owner, Ge Chuan is gone!"

――If there is any news that can pour cold water on the group that is so happy today, it is that Ge Chuan has finally escaped. The people on Xianxia Ridge were hit by the Phantom Life Gu, and he didn't make it; a few days ago, Qingliu County was trapped in a fire cave, and he didn't make it; but today, in this round earthen house, he ran away.

"Owner, do you want to go and find it?" "After such a while, it is expected that he will not be able to run far. ”

Xia Zheng shook his head. "Forget it, he's just doing what he's told. If he really arrived in Meizhou and locked him up, the grudge with the prince would be great. Everyone is tired today, and the capture of Zhang Gongchang is considered a complete victory, and there is no need to make more troubles. ”

"Then if you catch Zhang Gongchang, the grudge with Suzaku will be big, right?" "What are you going to do with him after that?"

"Suzaku?" Xia Zheng said, glancing at Jun Li. "Suzaku is no longer a situation that can be solved by catching Zhang Gongchang. But since he is far away from the capital, it is not easy for him to do anything again, and everyone does not have to guess. ”

Everyone also glanced at Jun Li a few times, not without embarrassment. The night was very deep, so Xia Zheng asked everyone to disperse and sleep, leaving only two people on duty for the night. Jun Li also went back to the room and turned off the lights, obviously very tired but couldn't sleep, and the battle with Xie Fengde was still clearly reflected in his mind.

To say that he had the upper hand - indeed, at that time, he gradually gained the upper hand. But the hard battle before gaining the upper hand, only he knows.

He took off his clothes. There were actually countless faintly painful wounds on his chest, but he didn't even tear his clothes. If you remember correctly, the move that caused such an injury was called the "Green Silk Dance", Shen Fengming said, it was a move used by women - it was a move that used her long hair to turn into a sharp blade to hurt people. Jun Li didn't understand a little, Xie Fengde's hair was not long, and his hair didn't have much chance to touch him at the beginning of his sword light - even if he did, how could he hurt someone by his clothes?

It's probably an illusion, too. The mind can not be deceived by illusion, but the physical body probably cannot. -- That's the only way to explain it. Those seemingly small wounds will actually cause a great burden to people, and in the battle between masters, they often imperceptibly become the key to the situation of the battle. Fortunately, I also have some small tricks that affect the situation of the war.

Although he can not be moved by the puzzle, Xie Fengde's skills are higher than his own, and this battle of mental strength is still an internal force in the end. In the face of Xie Fengde, he only felt that the other party's mental strength was overwhelming like a mountain, and the only way to finally beat him was to let the other party consume faster than himself, until the other party was exhausted and his own mental strength was still enough.

Therefore, he did not use a lot of strength to resist Xie Fengde's illusion at the beginning. He occasionally showed a controlled look, to make him think that he could succeed with a little more force - and he kept pushing harder. It is enough for him to ensure that he is sober and retain his strength to the maximum. In addition, he always chose to use Xie Fengde's old time to counterattack - at this time, Xie Fengde's internal strength and mental strength had been used, but if the illusion was forced to interrupt at the end, it would be equivalent to not using it.

It's nothing special, such a little trick is entirely because he already understands the "yin and yang translocation" enough to dare to take risks. But Xie Fengde's skills have been decades old, much longer than his own age, and in the end, both of them have reached their limits, and they feel out of breath.

At this time, Jun Li had the upper hand - if his strength was exhausted, his swordsmanship had been learned before he practiced internal strength, even if he put aside the mirror technique or Taoist mental strength, it was also a terrifying move, and Xie Fengde's move was almost no threat if it was not supported by internal strength. If it weren't for the fact that Shen Fengming was in danger, he thought that he might really be able to take down Xie Fengde.

He recalled the ins and outs of that drama fight, and it was like exhaling. The many small wounds on his chest became numb and itching, and he did not dare to scratch them, so he threw his clothes aside and fell asleep with his hugs, as if this was the best way to touch the untouched sensation.

He didn't notice that his heart was weak tonight, and after he slept soundly, some of the uninvited intentions that he could have unconsciously suppressed in his heart were taking advantage of the darkness of the night.

That's not something strange. He had seen it in the Suzaku Mansion—he had seen his desires.

After such a long time, he dreamed of a woman again thousands of miles away from Lin'an. It was probably easier to have that kind of dream when he slept naked, and he felt the heat of love in his dreams without defense, and hugged the quilt tighter in his dreams. After all, he was still injured by illusion, and the nightmare began to torment him, and he wanted to use his reason to resist, but tonight's reason was exhausted, and it was gone.

Nightmares, that is, people want to wake up but can't wake up, he can only succumb to torture like this, and let this feeling completely control his body. And what is even more terrifying is that he found that he actually ...... I gradually fell into it, and I fell into the inexplicable excitement of my body, and even I didn't want to wake up, and I wanted to succumb to this sin of the flesh forever.

His body was indulgent, his breath was indulgent, and he could only keep moving forward, unable to retreat. In such a dream, he could not give up the happiness that was close in front of him, and he was convincing himself that he did not need to give up such happiness - it was just a dream anyway.

He hugged the woman of his dreams - although in reality, the sideburns were only a quilt. They were just as delicate anyway, so much so that he vaguely felt that he really needed the warmth.

He gradually heard the woman whispering softly, as if she were saying something. It was three words that were repeated, and he just couldn't hear them. He tried and tried to listen carefully, and at last he understood it in a moment, but his heart was so violently shaken that his whole body twitched, and a large blank space came up in his mind, drowning out all thoughts, and replacing them with only a blazing heat, a blazing heat that pushed him up to the clouds in an instant—everything seemed to be below him, and at that moment he felt as if he had everything, and dominated everything. The whole world is his. It's all his.

But he is not the Creator. After being above the clouds, he is going to fall. Falling into the stickiness of this soft quilt, that's reality.

This reality made him wake up in shock and sit up sharply. It seems that it has only been a moment, why is it already faintly bright? The nightmare that seemed to never retreat that had been haunted just a moment ago has become so far away, as if it had never existed. He still had a numb, tingling pain in his chest as before he fell asleep, but the rapid and frightened breathing pierced everything, along with the slippery and rapidly cold slippery quilt. He knew that he was just the only one here who did something so shameful that he didn't want to admit it!

It wasn't the first time he had such a dream, and he probably shouldn't have panicked so much, but what remained in his ears was the voice of the woman in the dream whispering those three words at the end. He didn't remember her appearance anymore, and those delicate and gentle things might just be imagination, but he remembered the three words that pushed him up to the clouds.

That's his name. He heard him clearly, and she called him "Brother Jun Li".

He knew who she was, for only one woman had ever called him that.

He lost his soul for a long time, raised his hand, and slapped himself in the mouth.