There were ten men at the bottom.

Four monks, three monks, two women, one man in white, one man in purple. He saw her at a glance, and when he was possessed, he was about to rush down.

However, in front of him, it was the Yunmen monk whose earlobes were like snakes, and he was suddenly bullied within five feet, and released a palm.

He slapped him, and the two phases retreated, and he stopped his body five feet away, and couldn't help but be surprised: this is a few years later, why is his body degraded so much••••••

Then the monk told him that twenty years—so she was forty years old.

After looking around, he still asked out loud: "Are you from Yunmen? Where are the people from Mingtang?"

The Yunmen monk said: "Your Highness, don't be anxious. The poor monk is the sixth generation of the great master of the Cloud Gate, and his Dharma name is the Great Brahma ••••••"

"I'm not interested. Say, "What about the people of Mingtang?"

The monk with the Dharma name "Great Brahma" showed a displeased look, but he still smiled and said, "It is not the intention of the lord of the country to wake up His Highness this time. ”

Hearing this, Tang Xicheng's first thought was the Antai of the lord's body. But for a moment, he endured it.

"So, who woke me up?"

The great Brahma said a title, and Tang Xicheng was stunned when he heard it, and then reacted, but he brought some branches, "Is it a •••••• pot?"

The great Brahma was hunched up, very servile, Tang Xicheng made a few looks, and then looked down on him again, his eyes were far away, and he did not stare.

At this time, he heard a secret voice, a very clear young man: "His Royal Highness the Prince-His Royal Highness the Prince, it's me, I'm the current Young Master of Mingtang." ”

Tang Xicheng looked at the rope a few times and found the man in white. He thought about it for a while, and remembered that this was Mingtang's own kung fu "Lingxi Transmission", so he replied in a secret voice:

"Where is your master? What's going on in this situation, how can you Mingtang people rob Yunmen of the field. ”

The young man replied, "We have been tricked by the great Brahma, and now I am under the control of my mind and body by Prajna and the spirit flag. ”

When Tang Xicheng heard this, he couldn't help but admire him when he thought that his mind was unstable and his body was out of control, and he could still have this mental strength to urge the "Lingxi Transmission".

The young man said, "The Great Brahma must have a trick to impose on you, I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must be careful." Please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to find an opportunity to destroy the spirit flag, so that I can teach me freedom and guard His Highness. ”

Hearing this, Tang Xicheng looked up at the flag fluttering at the top of him, and was about to respond, when he suddenly heard the great Brahma shout: "His Royal Highness the Prince-" The original great Brahma had already shouted several times, and he couldn't do it for a long time, so he let go of his throat and roared.

Tang Xicheng faced the Great Brahma and said word by word: "Give her back to me." The words were straight, and he rushed at Hua Lingnon in the other party's arms.

She clearly fainted, and she was really worried that she was in the hands of a stranger like this.

Sure enough, the Grand Master of the Cloud Gate suddenly shook his sleeves, came out with a dagger, and in the blink of an eye, it hit Hua Lingnong's neck. Tang Xicheng's body fought a few battles, but in the end he endured it, his hands were pinched behind his back, and his bones were rubbed together, and there was a loud sound.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Say, what does my brother want me to do?"

Before the Great Brahma spoke, Tang Xicheng's conjecture in his heart had turned seven or eight, and he couldn't figure it out.

When he left the palace and asked the west wind to break the goose to freeze himself, the pot could only reach his knees, although the friendship between the brothers was weak, after all, it was from the same mother, and he was still a little worried when he parted.

However, at that time he just wanted to go, and the golden sun shone obliquely in the March afternoon, and the room, with all the swords, guns and horses, and a high platform, and the men on the high platform, all became charcoal-gray ghosts in front of the tombstone, and he seemed to have completed the last worship of his life, and before leaving, he picked up these shadows and burned them, and burned them with one step.

Burning to the shadow of his younger brothers, he stopped himself, and thought about whether to do something individual, whether it was broken or not, and if it was broken, it would have to crackle, and he couldn't even have a charcoal gray shadow that was on fire.

So he couldn't imagine what this younger brother, who hadn't said goodbye twenty years ago, would let him do.

The Great Brahma made a very fake smile and said slowly, steadily, "Your Highness, please hand it over—'Say so'." ”

As soon as these words fell, Tang Xicheng heard a surprised secret voice involuntarily coming out of the young man: "What-" He himself was shocked, twisted a ball of wire in his brain, and put some jagged sections out, creaking and scratching his cerebral cortex.

Then the great Brahma said, "Yes, you heard it right, it is 'as it is.'" ”

At this time, the young man's secret voice said: "Your Highness, you must not listen to him, what a mystery is 'so to say', how can it be easily ••••••"

However, Tang Xicheng didn't wait for the young man to speak, so he took out his pocket, looked at the opposite side and threw an object, and received it in the hands of the great Brahma, so that others could see clearly that it was a scroll.

Almost the moment the scroll fell into his hand, Tang Xicheng heard the young man's "ah", he immediately made a move, and the three vertical leaps stepped forward, but before the monk could respond, he had already snapped twice, and was immediately pushed five feet away.

Tang Xicheng formed a ring with his right hand, hugged Hua Lingnong, and took eight steps to open up the room.

When the evil spirit saw this, he was about to step forward, Tang Xicheng hurriedly let go of Hua Lingnong, jumped up, and his three-fingered magic skill poked out, directly piercing the soul banner in the air.

As soon as the spirit flag was broken, the same thing was damaged, and immediately the body crackled, and it took forty or fifty times before it stopped, and the skin was already rotten and rotten, and it was not in its original form.

Tang Xicheng fell back to the ground, and sure enough, he saw the young man in white standing up, quickly pinched the magic trick, and released one hundred and eighty herons, fluttering and flapping their wings, and attacking suddenly.

The Yunmen monk inhaled and exhaled, and thousands of elven wind Zen children came out, buzzing together, looking at the oncoming big heron to crash away.

Just as the two of them were fighting, Tang Xicheng carefully examined Hua Lingnong.

She is indeed old, and the corners of her eyes, lips, and the back of her neck are all traces that can be touched.

Maybe it's not convincing, it's a very solid foundation, it's a very fresh rouge, and the soap shirt below is also good, but in the end, it's old, it's not in the makeup, it's not in the clothing, it's in the gas.

He was not convinced, and insisted on looking into her eyes. As long as you can look at it, it's a little young and wonderful. But he couldn't, he waited, and started to break it, but he didn't wake up.

He asked the young man in surprise, "What's wrong with her?"

The boy was paying attention to his move, and after listening to his words, he shook his hand and came over with three red threads, which were wrapped around his wrists.

"It's a toon line. She went down to the netherworld to regain her memories. If the thread vibrates, it will pull her soul back!"

Tang Xicheng was stunned when he heard this. After a little thought, it became clear that her soul had gone to the underworld, and if she didn't pull it back, she might be worried about her life, but after pulling it back, she regained her memory-

Memories of twenty years ago, memories that he and the West Wind Broken Goose worked so hard to erase.

Now, he finally has to really face her at that time.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden tremor in his arms. As soon as he looked down, he met the eyes—the green mist, the palm leaves and the sun, the plantain leaves in the swamp, and the half page of the poem in the toad's mouth—

- She woke up.