The frost that he had plated on the corners of his eyebrows, eyes and lips for several years was all shattered into powder in an instant, but he saw that the gray smoke turned into a dragon in his sight, rolling yellow sand, carrying wind and thunder, and rushing straight into his chest, and the overwhelming coercion made Title Douluo's heart palpitate.

When I came back to my senses, I felt the earth tremble, the tide roared, and gradually there were beasts roaring like a tide, and the face returned to solemnity and a few wisps of smoke swept away a few clusters of flames, but there was no confusion between the eyebrows, only a low long breath, exhaling heavy pathos.

"How ...... it is"

"The road has come here, but, why is this next person ...... It would be him. ”

- Brother, you threw me another big problem.

"It's okay, I always know that I can speak, and I don't just say it to one person, so I took it in advance, right?"

It really covers the sky and the sun—the surging dust and sand, seeing the fresh life like mud and sand, the red earth and grass do not grow, the claws tear apart the mountains and flying flowers, the full pink is broken, the rotten scars that fall into the scabs, the bright red light wheels are dim, the shouts are swept up by the wind, and no light falls from the clouds.

The huge beam of light on the mountain rose to the sky, and even the moonlight was infected by this pure scarlet, and when the pillar of light dissipated, the burning lamp still burned dutifully, but it could no longer warm his complexion, and it was as white as dry bones. I felt a fishy sweetness in my throat, blood-red flowers bloomed on my robe, my long half-hanging eyelashes were melancholy, and the foreground was as blurry as a rippling ink painting.

"Well, let's rest."

Just like an amnesty order, the quilt and pillow fell from the sky, smashed steadily on Nangong's body, and then fell softly at his feet, Yu Yanchai Nangong had stopped moving since the candle was extinguished, and according to the position in his memory, he threw the quilt and pillow all over and threw all his brains over, hugged his knees, maintained his original posture, curled up into a ball, like a cat, breathing shallow and short, even and steady, she fell into a light sleep, and never fell asleep, I am afraid that the idea of keeping vigil lingered in her heart for a long time and refused to leave

In the early morning of the next day, she took the lead in getting up before Nangong woke up, and did not wake him up, so she ran to the river to wash and change into a set of thin robes, and put on an iron blue coat, she only then turned back to see Nangong It was still early, the weather was barely mild, and if she didn't leave as soon as possible, she had to endure the scorching heat

"Let's go"

They had to travel to this village for half a day, sell the extra daily necessities in the wooden boxes, and then go to the nearest resting place to prepare for the preparations, and immediately go to the bustling town, looking for a store to sell raw materials, the schedule is very tight, but she does not feel tired at all, on the contrary, when she interacts with ordinary people, her look of handling goods seems to give people the illusion of becoming more lively

There is also about a credit to Nangong

"It makes sense. ”

Whether it's this girl who opened her mouth or this teacher, they all have their own set of theories. Combined with Rou Yimeng's own experience, she is more receptive to this student's statement.

Although I don't like it, but for the morning of this half semester

"Teacher, the student has a question. When the students were young, they grew up next to a lotus pond in Changshui, and the local martial spirits were lotus, lotus, fish, and no matter how peculiar they were, but they used water mist as their martial spirits. ”

When Rou Yimeng said this, she subconsciously paused, probably thinking of the past again. But it was only for a moment, and then he continued to say: "Yimeng's martial soul is black mist, according to the records in the sect, the black mist, the strange shape, is a forest miasma, more poisonous, and appears in the dense forest. However, after the disciple entered the sect, he carefully investigated the people who were originally from Southern Fujian, and there may be forests in Southern Fujian, but there are no dense forests. ”

"In this way, Yimeng's martial soul has nothing to do with Lianxiang and Southern Fujian, what should I do?"

"Although Black Mist is not a soul beast, if it comes to the content related to the martial soul and the environment, it must be enough. ”

The girl looked at the people on the podium with a firm gaze, and if she didn't do it, she would do her best.

Although I often cover up my fears, I always feel that this class is a bit wasteful, not to mention that it is still a class with such a personality.

As for Rou Yimeng's question just now and her martial soul, according to this book, it should be some kind of martial soul mutation. How are you going to answer a book that is completely contrary to the book, teacher?

She couldn't see how thrilling the prophecy was, and she couldn't see the stars in the sky and the candles in his eyes. He has the ancient blood of Southern Fujian meandering through his body, slowly flowing through the long river of time, connecting the past and the future, blessings and disasters.

This time, the sacrificial array dispersed so early, and after the tide subsided, she bent down in a panic to hug her little brother. The candlelight was silent, as if it had been waiting for a hundred years, the candle oil slowly cured, the blood and tears slid down, silently like a continuation of some kind of ritual. The ancient characters engraved with cinnabar in his arms trembled, and they all said that the Rui Beast could perceive the future crisis, did they also know it? The grass and trees were broken, the wind and sand were precipitated, and the dragon's claws from the abyss tore apart a splendid picture, leaving behind a mess of embarrassment.

It should be the past that has been passed down by many people, the nightmare hidden under the bustling and luxurious, the cry of children, the sorrow and despair of the people, and the blood of generals and soldiers. It is unknown how many visions that can be produced by a prophecy that is different from the past.

She was very tired, as if someone had twisted it the soft flesh of her heart, and the pain made people panic, so that her mouth was so stuffy that she choked in her throat, and her eyes were also stained with soreness. He gently patted the priest's back, intending to make him feel better, and to say something. But how did he mess up first. Slowly sitting beside the little senior brother, he was really tired, so he had to wrap his arm around his elbow, and his eyes, which had always been like stars, dimmed at the moment, as if someone had taken away that brilliance.

Speak, speak. Most of the people present at the moment came up with thoughts, and they couldn't prevaricate in such a situation, and there would be gossip after all. What cannot be hidden, no amount of bad prophecy can be hidden. Brother, what does Brother Six say?

"The priest has worked hard. ”

She rested her head on his shoulder, like a blood-stained robe, piercing people's eyes, but the breath of the words she said was very steady, and she insisted on thinking about the process. She held his arm in her arms, and her eyes were distracted to see the lips that were like broken grass and trees, and her lips were stained with red lipstick, unconsciously opening and closing.

"Little brother, what is the result of the prophecy. ”

Seeing that the man who claimed to be the dream demon had a soul ring on his arm, he was shocked. It is rare in the world to use the dream demon as a martial spirit, and there is no record in the ancient books, so it is not easy to determine whether this is the norm or a change for a while. Seeing that person snapped his fingers, he was able to release his soul technique. He subconsciously condensed his spiritual power to resist, but found that this soul technique was not aggressive, but strange.

He was distracted in vain, only to feel that everything was blurry when the purple light of the soul ring shrouded him, and he closed his eyes slightly, which really meant to fall asleep.

The sea of consciousness was blurred for a while, and the perception returned in time. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a complex of buildings in an unfamiliar style. Unlike the ordinary palace is mostly made of wood and stone, and supplemented by the skill of carving and painting, the palace in front of you is more to crystal, metal and other treasures that belong to the yin as the main body and supplemented by wood and stone, it is inevitable to show a little more dark and cold, but put it in the whole, but feel that it is a whole, ingenious and ingenious, and it is extremely strange. There are even more gold wires connected to the sky - although this gold and silver intertwined sky cannot be called heaven, the scene at this time is not much different from his night cultivation, it should also be borrowed from the power of heaven and earth. Looking down, although he knows very little about herbal medicine, he also knows that this flower everywhere is not competing for beauty for a while, and now he can be in the same frame, I am afraid that it is not the master of this dream realm who has the power of creation.

I was secretly frightened in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face. When he was young, he saw that his father was silent every time, and at this time he learned to be ten out of ten. He saw that the man next to him was changing his clothes at will, holding a long staff that was black and devouring the light around him, but it looked stable and solemn, and it was somewhat similar to the warlock's sacrifice, so he guessed that this should be the dream of a person haunted by dreams and demons, and bit the tip of his tongue to keep a little lucid.

He looked up the top staircase, smiled and nodded in response to the man's words of welcome, but he felt that he knew little about this dream after all, and he had already retreated, so he went straight in.

"My pleasure. ”

"This scenery is strange and beautiful, intoxicating, I wonder where your girl is now?"

The spring breeze is ten miles, the warm sun is in the sky, the flowers are splendid, everything seems to be moving towards hope, and most of the courses are in the morning, which is to cause the leisure time of the afternoon, a straight avenue on the galloping for a long time, stop but don't know how to spend the day, the scenery on the road flashes, you can look at the scenery when you run to relax, suddenly stop and face the garden but are at a loss, will only wait and see but do not know how to choose

Just after noon, Sheng held an ancient book in the academy and wandered, people with a cold temperament will not have too many partners, but Sheng is cold and a little excessive, there is not even a person to accompany her in the huge college, idle half a ring, Sheng idle to a tree, Sheng seems to remember that there was once a person who fell from the tree, and Sheng has been curious about the tree since then, and the god made the ghost send Sheng to climb the tree, the chair leans against the trunk, rides the shade of the tree, turns the ancient tree, and is quite comfortable, unconsciously Sheng and Zhou Gong played chess

"Pain"

Sheng's back was in contact with the soil, his eyes were a little dazed, in front of him were the leaves plated with gold, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain, the words of the ancient book in the previous scene in front of him, and the next scene was the leaves

Accustomed to the spring breeze, people can't help but be lazy, his back rubbed against the tree and slid down, just sat down, his head up, the sun pierced people's eyes and couldn't open the black shadow between the branches and leaves, he narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly, but before he could distinguish the shadow, he came down by himself In an instant, a person fell straight to the ground, and at the same time, an ancient book was mercilessly smashed down, and he seemed to hear a small wail

The spring flowers are blooming, the bees and butterflies are flying, the buzzing and singing are endless, the ears are slightly inhaled, the fragrance is overflowing, and he slowly exhales the turbid breath, which is regarded as purifying the body and mind, and the young man completely ignores the people who fall, and seems to be suffering from spring sleepiness, leisurely closing his eyes and recuperating but the young man does not care, but it does not mean that the students around him are not curious and shouting more and more, teaching him to be helpless, the young man seems to raise his eyebrows carelessly, and the cold in his eyes is even a little bit The students are silent, they all close their mouths, turn their heads, and flee in embarrassment

Dispersed the mosquitoes, he got up, bent down, picked up the ancient book on the man's face, the young man's green eyes reflected the little girl's face, he seemed to smell the same coldness as himself, couldn't help but look deeply, put the ancient book in his hand, almost habitually shook the ashes, when leaning against the tree, the barbs on the tree hooked the hairband, his green silk was like a waterfall down, hanging down to the man's face, the young man was not worried about being exposed, after all, with a little makeup, no matter how he looked at it, he was just a delicate and cold teenager

"Wake up"

If he doesn't wake up, it will attract more people to think of this, and he can't help frowning, and his tired and noisy temperament is suddenly revealed

"Yang Jin. “

The distance between the two sides widened again, and the "little gentleman" in front of him rarely asked for the name of others. If it's an honor, it seems to be a little bit there.

At the end, Yang Moche added again: "I thought I was already on the list of white cranes." ”

Obviously, his own combat experience is more than a cut above the opponent, and his spirit is closer to perfection, but in the close battle, he maintains a completely suppressed situation.

Probably because the other party is specialized and refined, and he is messy and mottled. - This is the problem that Yang Moche has to solve now.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for your generous advice. The white crane has been beyond the mundane world for 200 years in the strange and swift way. ”

Naturally, he didn't plan to steal from the other party, there was no corresponding formula and pace, and imitating indiscriminately was just killing himself.

But the spirit exuded by the other party is really very important to Yang Moche, who is taking this step.

The so-called furnace cultivation of a hundred scriptures, Yang Moche, who is now shaping the spirit, is imitating a hundred schools, learning from each other's strengths, and the more you see, the higher the starting point will be in the future.

He rubbed his belly as he had been hit hard, then folded his hands into his sleeves and bowed in thanks.

"Seeing that Mr. Xiao has other important matters, he will no longer bother, if he has something to go to Jiang Ye in the future, please don't let me lose the courtesy that the master should respect. ”

After speaking, he looked left and right, as if he didn't want to make the atmosphere so serious, and the person in front of him didn't seem to adapt well.

"If I continue to bother it, I'm afraid that Mr. Xiao can't help but poison me, a weak scholar, and then don't let it go. ”。

The night is half quiet, and the moon is leaking from the corner of the eaves. Leaning on the edge of the threshold, picking up a wisp of green silk on the sideburns, and then gently stroking the jade flute in his hand, Xiao's body faintly streamers radiated along the moonlight, which is the love of my life. After a few days of hard work, I picked up the warm and cold jade again, and I didn't feel happy. There is a full moon and stars on it, and there are finches and fireflies below. The ice candle was swaying, and he was about to play a song, and there was a disciple in front of the pavilion who asked to see him.

But looking at the figure, the person who saluted in front of him was Su Rui'an.