Glancing at the good-looking, antique ink painting on the lantern surface, Zhao Yingluo's gaze turned to the face under Yuwen's double cloak that could overwhelm all beings. But seeing her red lips lightly, she said: "The love story of 'chasing fish' is passed down from generation to generation in Sichuan and Hai, telling the story of the young scholar Zhang Liang who crossed thousands of rivers and mountains to join his father's old friend 'Lin Yutang' when he was young.

At that time, Lin Yutang was already in power, and the rich were on the side. After Zhang Liang went through a lot of hardships, after arriving at the Lin Mansion, Lin Yutang only provided him with a comfortable living and studying environment, but he always pushed back on Zhang Liang's marriage contract with Miss Lin and Caiwei, and talked about him left and right. ”

During Zhang Liang's life and study in the Lin Mansion, Lin Caiwei, the eldest lady who had a marriage contract with him, was even more indifferent to him. Cold-spoken words are relatively commonplace, just saying in front of him that the marriage contract between the two of them has become impossible, so that Zhang Liang should not be delusional, there are as many as several times. Speaking of this, Yuwen's smooth and warm jade hands held Yingluo's hands.

Zhao Yingluo peeked at it, and the two daughters of Lan'er and Zhang Lan, who were admiring the lanterns in the crowd, did not notice that the two of them were interlocking their fingers. He was just about to break free, only to hear Yu Wenshuang continue: "When I was a child, every time my mother told me this story, she always held my hand like this, and kept saying to me: Daughter, I don't want you to be rich and noble, and I don't want you to become a Buddha and become an immortal. I hope you can find a loving and righteous gentleman in the future, who can love you more than your father and love you more than your mother. The two raised their eyebrows and respected each other like guests, even if it was the Nine Hidden Mansions, they also went to break together. Of course, the premise of everything is that you must first learn to pay, and treat others sincerely and sincerely. But mother, Shuang'er has now found this person who can look up to him for life, but where are you now, do you know how much Shuang'er misses you?"

At this time, Yu Wenshuang's soft voice had turned into a low sob, and the pear blossom with rain had tears of pity on her face. She touched the softest part of Zhao Yingluo's heart. Let him can't help but relax his arms, embrace this woman who loves him, pities him, and will only give him silently.

With the support of his solid arms, Yu Wenshuang cried loudly in Zhao Yingluo's warm embrace under the surprised eyes of others. Tears wet his newly worn black satin padded jacket, and also smudged the beginning of their beautiful love.

The beauty of good days is always short-lived, with the watery coldness of the night. On the shore of Yingyue Lake, most of the people in Shuangyue City who were partying on the night of the Shangyuan Festival also returned to their residences at this time. All that was left was the flickering lights in the wind, and a small number of tired nocturnal travelers. In the short period of dark clouds covering the moon, in the Giant Alley in Shuangyue City, a ray of light shot away in the direction of Yuwen's mansion.

Yuwenshuang and a group of four people did not return directly to Zhao Yingluo's small courtyard after the lantern festival ended. Instead, they came to the Fucui Garden in the West City of Shuangyue. In a richly decorated basement in the Warm Pavilion, the rows of starry night stones that were embedded in the walls, about two people at a height of about two people, were emitting a faint, soft light. The light and shadow were scattered and projected on the faces and bodies of more than a dozen people sitting or standing in the room. At this time, the eyes of several people in the basement were fixed on the body of Yuwen Changfeng, a handsome middle-aged man holding a lilac "Thousand Miles Transmission Talisman" in the corner of the room.

Nanqian Continent Liannuma Village Weidong Commercial Bank Branch, in a hidden stone room. Pu Kuo, the master of the Hundred Refining Pavilion Spirit Weapon Peak, was personally commanding his subordinates and others, and was busy repairing a broken giant teleportation array. As one of the main materials that compose the magic circle, several meteorite stones that exude a deep black glow are being carefully carved by several formation masters with countless esoteric and complex patterns on them. I watched as the light emitted by several main materials was mixed together and projected on the wall to form a watery mist-like barrier with faint mana fluctuations. Pu Kuo's anxious face finally became sad, and there was a hint of indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth. I only heard him say in a low voice: "Brothers, if you work harder, you will succeed soon." ”

Zhao Yingluo, who was also in the small basement of the Warm Pavilion, was standing in the corner at the moment, taking advantage of the crowd to take advantage of the crowd to peek at Yuwen Changfeng at the other end of the room. This is a handsome and high-minded middle-aged man, with a slender body, hard and well-defined facial features, and a charming aura between his eyebrows and eyes that is generally similar to Yuwenshuang, and even excessive. In the Great Teleportation Array, the mana enchantment that rippled like a lake shrouded the face of the handsome man in front of him under the soft light of the Starry Night Stone, which actually made Zhao Yingluo feel a little unreal. This person is obviously close at hand, but it seems to be far away in the sky, is this just the mystery of the spatial teleportation array?

When everyone followed Yuwen Changfeng, who was holding the Great Movement Token, came to the Yuwen Mansion of Double Moon City through the teleportation circle. Leng Manyun had already fought with Ye Qing, the Rainbow Sword, Ding Yuan, the Sea Splitting Sword, and the evil young man holding the magic weapon of the Mandarin Duck Concentric Ring.

Leng Manyun is worthy of being a great monk in the immediate relief period who has been famous for tens of thousands of years, and he did not fall behind at all in the case of one enemy and three enemies. After dodging the evil youth sideways, the flame of the flame phoenix spewed out by the concentric ring of the mandarin duck. She opened her mouth to unleash an oval, half-palm-sized brown token, carved with a bloodthirsty and rampaging porcupine on the front, a large gold-eating bear lying on the ground on the back, and a blue-backed thunder eagle hovering above the sky.

Zhao Yingluo knew this treasure, and it was almost the same as the soul nourishing wood token that Yuwen Shuoyue had shown him before. It's just that this treasure is under the urging of Leng Manyun's mana, but the power displayed is not comparable to the new moon.

I saw that after this treasure rose to the size of several zhang in the wind, three spiritual objects the size of three zhang condensed out of it. The blue-backed war eagle spewed silver lightning from its mouth, and flew towards the flame phoenix with the power of thunder. The huge gold-eating bear was like a huge wall blocking Leng Manyun's body, and its thick claws easily scattered the furious sword qi slashed by the Splitting Sea Sword Ding Yuan with a single blow. And the bloodthirsty and furious porcupine, under the cover of Leng Manyun's earthy yellow giant hand transformed by mana, bullied the side of Qinghong Sword Ye Qing.

This furious porcupine was obviously good at his body, and he rushed left and right with a series of afterimages, breaking through the dense sword qi like a drizzle in front of Ye Qing. The two fangs in its wide mouth, nearly three feet long, glowing with a faint blue cold light, pierced Ye Qing's left ribs with the sound of the whirring wind.

"Alluring City Sword and Qiushui Sword ask Leng seniors for advice. Before the words fell, Ye Tingcheng and Wen Qiushui actually joined the battle group again, forming a situation where the five of them were against Leng Manyun. Under the competition platform in the Yuwen Mansion, the Yuwen family, the Leng family and the business house were suddenly excited. Yu Wenfu, who had a hot temper, even scolded the other party for not talking about the rules of the immortal cultivation world, and wanted to consume Leng Manyun by using multiple people to cooperate with the wheel battle. But everyone has been photographed by Leng Manyun for tens of thousands of years, and no one dares to go up to the competition platform to help her without her approval.

As Wen Qiushui's sword fusion technique broke through the impermeable defense of the brown gold-eating bear, the five people on the other side gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with Leng Manyun. At this time, the three-headed furious spirit creature had been summoned in front of Leng Manyun and launched a defensive momentum. Only after blocking a round of attacks from the five people like a tide did Leng Manyun have a chance to condense his mana into an earthy yellow giant bull or a huge dark blue rock puppet to fight back.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo and Yuwen Shuoyue were already standing together. At present, the two of them should have similar thoughts to most of them, that is: the same hatred and hatred.

In fact, everyone present understood that the difference in mana between the cultivation to the Instant Relief Stage and the later stage of Returning Dan was not as obvious as the previous middle realms. For example, under normal circumstances, a monk in the early stage of the Dan stage can easily deal with four or five monks in the late stage of psychics, and it is not very difficult for a monk in the early stage of channeling to face five to six late stage monks of Ice Ridge at the same time.

However, if an immediate-stage monk wants to easily deal with five return-stage monks, he must look at the entire immortal cultivation world, which has been rare for tens of thousands of years. Although Leng Man Yunwei is famous, even though her cultivation is extremely high and rarely meets opponents, everyone still sweats for her. Every time she turns danger into a disaster, and every time she switches offense and defense, it affects the hearts of the people who have been on the side.

Rainbow Sword Ye Qing, after embarrassingly dodging the full force of the Xuanyan boulder puppet that Leng Manyun conjured up with his mana. The four people of the Broadsword Gate rarely stood in one place. While Wen Qiushui was chanting words in his mouth, he took the lead in throwing the Qiushui Sword in his hand into the air, and the rest followed suit.

The four divine swords actually fused into one in mid-air, turning into a wide sword with an ancient system, the blade of this sword was too wide, and it was similar to the length difference of the sword body. Everyone present gasped under the powerful coercion generated by this broadsword. While Yuwen Changfeng and the others were worried about Leng Manyun, they finally understood the origin of the title Broadsword Gate.

With the chanting of the words in the mouths of the four people of the Broadsword Gate, the momentum of Wen Qiushui, Ye Tingcheng, and Ding Yuan repeatedly withered, and the coercion on Ye Qing's body climbed to the terrifying peak of the imminent period, as if half a foot had stepped into the realm of the unfinished period.

When he grasped in both hands the broadsword, which was more than six feet wide and almost changed the color of the heavens and the earth. On the huge platform, the clouds were suddenly thick, and the wind howled. Accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, the evil young man spewed out a few mouthfuls of essence blood, and then flew into the flame phoenix that could be transformed into concentric rings.

With the flame of Nirvana on the fire phoenix's body, it burned fiercely, and a coercion that was not weaker than that of the Great Monk of the Immediate Relief Period burst out from his body. With the power of burning the sky and destroying the earth, the fire phoenix turned into a golden chain of fire and wrapped around the broadsword in a burst of Qingyue's hiss.

The flick of his sleeves blocked Yuwen Shuoyue, who was not afraid of danger and ran to the competition platform regardless of life and death. Leng Manyun's face showed a happy smile.

As if talking to himself, like whispering, as the coercion on his body continued to rise, Leng Manyun's cultivation had surpassed the immediate relief period and reached the state of the unfinished period. The oval token in the void in front of her was about two feet in size, and after the three-headed spiritual creature entered it at this moment, it turned into a three-foot size, which could be blocked in front of her.

The good-looking Danfeng looked in the direction where Lan'er was, and Leng Manyun said softly: "Senior Leng Yue, he will ask you." You should know that that thing is no longer of much use to me at this time. ”

"The gentleman asks that the return date is not due. This is the happiest time of my life. His eyes stared at Yuwen Shuoyue, and Leng Manyun met the killing blow of the broadsword in Ye Qing's hand.