Chapter Eighty-Seven: Seeing Through
It was Chen Mo, Han Lin narrowed his eyes, making him a little surprised, this person was not as indifferent as he looked on his face, but his face was cold and warm, which made people surprisingly feel that he was very reliable.
Han Lin silently glanced at Chen Mo, who was healing in front of the fire, and quickly withdrew his eyes, thinking in his heart,
"This person is not as indifferent to life as he seems on the surface, but why, for the sake of being a core disciple, he will seriously injure Senior Brother Jiao Yang. ”
Han Lin's gaze flickered, but he thought of Jiao Yang in the Lingyue Sect again. He also owed Jiao Yang a promise to ask why Chen Mo would be so heavy-handed during the dispute between the core disciples back then.
It's just that with the friendship between him and Chen Mo now, it's just a friendship between Pingshui, if he asks about this matter now, maybe this person will stab straight at him with a sword, even if he looks at the relationship between the same disciples of Lingyue, he will have to fight.
Chen Mo and Jiao Yang must have hidden secrets back then, but he doesn't know it.
"You are all in the same door, Liu Mouguan is full of contradictions in the moving mountain sect, and the two leading disciples, Rong Wusheng and Wan Tianyi, have gaps between each other, and the two are incompatible. ”
Liu Hong's face was solemn and he said calmly, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he seemed to have other plans.
He then continued,
"I, the Lingyue Sect, can find an opportunity to try to provoke the relationship between the two parties, sit back and reap the benefits, and kick this strongest sect out of the secret realm first. ”
Liu Hong stretched out his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air, and a smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.
This smile was weird, and it made his honest face look cold and weird. It's just that this scene, except for Han Lin, who has been secretly paying attention to him, no one else saw it.
Liu Hong's words fell, and there was still no one in the entire wooden house, so quiet that it could be heard, after all, these people were all silent people.
After a long time, Du Xiaomei spoke,
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. ”
"Yes! Liu will definitely not disappoint Senior Sister Du. ”
Liu Hong hugged his fists and bowed, a hint of joy flashed on his face, and then it turned into a serious color, making people feel that he was quite reliable.
After finishing speaking, Liu Hong tidied up his clothes, said goodbye to everyone one by one, and then left the wooden house, probably to find people from other sects to discuss the ownership of the immortal's finger bones.
It's just that it's not clear how much of this discussion really means.
Han Lin's expression moved, and he was about to get up and follow, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in Liu Hong's gourd, but at this moment, he saw Du Xiaomei suddenly get up, her expression was cold, as if ice and snow were drifting, she walked a few steps to Han Lin's side, and said lightly,
"Come with me, go out and walk around. ”
After speaking, Du Xiaomei walked out of the wooden house with a shawl, leaving only a beautiful back, which was dizzying and faintly yearning.
Han Lin listened to Du Xiaomei's words, his heart was shocked, a few thoughts flashed in his mind in an instant, but he was always chaotic, I don't know what she was thinking?
It's just that no matter what Han Lin was thinking, his body still quickly followed, following behind Du Xiaomei, about one person behind.
Du Xiaomei's figure swayed, and in a flash, she had come to the dense forest in front of her, she stood in front of the dense forest, looked back at Han Lin, and waited there.
"Catch up. ”
Du Xiaomei said lightly, although her eyes were calm, there was a trace of waves, like a calm lake, a breeze swept by.
This look made Han Lin inexplicably think of the day at the foot of Lingyue Sect Mountain, the bright moonlight, the beautiful woman under the moon, as beautiful and moving as a picture scroll.
It's just that painting is always dead, and it can freeze the beauty forever in that moment, just as the years and time have lost their power at that moment, but that kind of beauty is deliberate.
And people are alive, she will grow old and die, but it is precisely because of this old age and death that people feel that life is so precious, and people will cherish the people in front of them more.
Han Lin's eyes flashed slightly, he already had a guess in his heart, and this guess would soon come true. It's just that he doesn't care about that anymore.
Han Lin stepped forward quickly, came to Du Xiaomei's side, and the two stepped into the dense forest together, walking side by side.
In this dense forest, it was still as calm as before, and there was silence all around, not a single sound, except for the occasional rustle of two people's feet on the leaves.
"Senior Sister Du. ”
Han Lin screamed softly, and stopped talking. He had a lot of words in his heart that he wanted to say, but when the words came to his mouth, he only blurted out these three plain words, and there was no follow-up.
The sound echoed through the forest and among the leaves.
Swish!
The ice-blue sword light rose from the ground and swung out from Du Xiaomei's hand, the sharp tip of the sword had already reached Han Lin's throat, and it seemed that in the next moment, the cold light of the sword tip was about to pierce into Han Lin's body, making it forever and forever, turning into a skeleton in this secret realm.
"Senior Sister Du. ”
Han Lin looked at Du Xiaomei calmly, as if he didn't care about the sharp flying sword in front of him, or maybe he expected that Du Xiaomei's sword would not stab down.
It was a big gamble, with Han Lin's life at stake, and Han Lin didn't like to gamble because he ...... Always only on the winner's side.
A bang!
Du Xiaomei put the sword back into the sheath, she held the long sword in her hand, her eyes were as cold as snow, staring at Han Lin for a long time, and it turned calm for a long time before she spoke softly,
"Han Lin, I don't know what method you used to change your appearance, and I don't know what kind of opportunity you got to have your current cultivation. ”
Han Lin's eyes flashed slightly, and he sighed lightly. He already had a guess in his heart, and at this moment, between the operation of spiritual power, he used the function of a mask of sorrow and joy.
Immediately, his face changed, his forehead turned, and the red marks on his eyes disappeared, turning into his original appearance.
Du Xiaomei looked at the process of Han Lin's face changing in front of her, her expression was calm, and she didn't say a word, until Han Lin returned to her original appearance, her eyes flickered, and she didn't seem to be as calm as she seemed to be.
"I brought you into the Lingyue Sect and led you into the door of cultivation, I don't ask you to give me anything in return, I only hope that you don't have any intentions towards the Lingyue Sect. ”
"Otherwise, I will take your life with my own hands. ”
Du Xiaomei snorted lightly, her cold gaze pierced Han Lin like an ice arrow, and then she suddenly turned around, leaving a back and leaving indifferently.
This gaze, which seemed to be a warning and an exhortation, made Han Lin's heart tighten, and he subconsciously blurted out,
"Senior sister, there is a black aura in your eyebrows, which means that you are riddled with calamities, so you should be careful recently. ”
Han Lin roared out this sentence, passing through the thick dense forest, and I don't know if Du Xiaomei heard it.
In the distance, Du Xiaomei's shadow shook at the end of the dense forest, and she stepped out of the dense forest in one step, and her figure finally dissipated......