Chapter 145: Stubborn Anger

The clear sky is as clear as a wash.

The strong wind of the northern plains blew, and one after another red flames rose against the wind, straight up for nine days, until they disappeared into tiny red dots one after another.

Flame musk deer.

The most arrogant bird in the Northland, living in the most difficult winter, flying momentum, no matter how strong the wind is, no matter how rebellious, will not be afraid.

In the depths of the wind and snow, at the intersection of the sky and the snowfield, there is a nondescript wooden house.

The sketch of the Qi family has been lost in the vast snowfield, and no one knows the content of the drawing, the draftsman of the Qi family is said to have died in the hands of the desolate people in the Western Regions, and the drawings are likely to be treated as a piece of waste paper by the ignorant half-demons and desolate people, and they are thrown in the vast snowfield, beaten by the wind and rain, slowly withered, or become discarded snow slag.

None of that matters.

The important thing is that if you haven't seen that drawing, you won't know.

Before the "black lines" that dotted the Central Plains disappeared, this wooden house, located in the entire Western Regions, and even the entire Central Plains, was the only area where no "black lines" appeared.

When the "black line" leaves.

When the "drawing" is hidden.

This humble wooden house has become one of the most ordinary wooden houses in the world.

The rough wood that had been cut down with sword qi from the nearby mountains was pushed here with vitality, and this wooden house was built, although the wooden house was simple, but it was not small, and if you pushed the door open, you could clearly see that this room had everything in it.

This wooden house has set a simple prohibition on vitality.

If you don't get the approval of the Vitality Prohibition, you can't enter the house directly.

If you want to enter, you can only use violent means.

At this moment, in the vast snow, there is a visitor.

He was wrapped in a huge black robe, and the soles of his feet were followed by wind and snow, and when he lifted it, the frost flew, and when he fell, the ice slag splashed.

It was like this, slowly and gently, until we came to the hut.

Chen Wanjuan inhaled gently.

He stood in the doorway, waiting silently for a moment.

There was not the slightest sound in the cabin.

It doesn't look like there's anyone in the door.

Chen Wanjuan smiled a little self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was ...... with her Always.

It's always like this, there is no fate.

It is also good in Beiguan, Luoyang City, or Yincheng.

It doesn't matter if he arrives first, or if he arrives later.

Never on different paths, never together.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Wanjuan lifted off his black robe and exhaled a breath of white air.

The black robe was torn off, revealing the clear and handsome face, which looked at the wooden house, with a trace of struggle and a touch of pain in his eyes.

Chen Wanjuan thought for a long time.

Five fingers pushed on the door of the wooden house, but there was a slight "click" sound.

Vitality ban?

Chen Wanjuan's pupils shrank, the setting of this prohibition didn't seem to be complicated, he only needed to use a little force to break open the door of the wooden house.

But that's it.

He didn't mind waiting a little longer.

It took a lot of time and a lot of energy to rush here from the Wind and Snow Silver City.

Chen Wanjuan felt a sense of fatigue in his bones, and this fatigue was not only physical fatigue, but also from the spirit.

He made certain choices.

And these choices consumed a huge amount of his mental energy.

Chen Wanjuan leaned against the wooden door of the wooden house, slowly slid down, and finally sat cross-legged, his two big sleeves covered in front of his knees, and his long sideburns and sleeved robe flew together.

He was originally a chosen one, and his path of cultivation was smooth sailing and extremely smooth.

When he was young, he was selected by Yingu to become the inheritor of half of the world's Confucianism, and his lifelong enemy of fate was Xiao Buyi, His Royal Highness Qi Liang, who was about to inherit the throne of Lanling City.

And at this moment, what flowed between his sleeves and robes was not only the crimson Confucian and Taoist luck, but also the white green frost that was even stronger than the crimson, covering the Confucian and Taoist luck, like solid ice covering lava.

In Chen Wanjuan's black robe, his five fingers were slightly clenched, and the green frost easily covered his palm.

There are invisible silk threads inside one after another, hooking fingerprints, building a fine and delicate cobweb in the palm of the hand.

He closed his eyes with a complicated expression, and the voice of the female city lord sounded in his ears.

"Hold something like this. ”

"The reason why I let that criminal leave Yincheng and go to Lanling City, and even mess with His Royal Highness Qi Liang...... It's because I can take everything from her at any time. ”

It's too imaginary.

The eight heavens of the world are quite well-deserved.

It is extremely balanced on both ends of the floor.

When it comes to attack, the "Tai Void Phase" does not lose to the "Sword Bone Phase" with the top killing power.

When it comes to defense, the "too void phase" is not inferior to the "dragon and snake phase" of the King Kong physique.

The power of the void can be wind and snow, it can be wind, it can be warm light, it can be thunder, it can be ......

In this world, all the nothingness, all the disembodied origins, are too void!

And the cultivation of the Tai Void Phase, after reaching the permanent fifth layer, can condense the body constructed by the "Tai Void Power".

Such a body, condensed by wind and snow, with the wind as the sword and the holy light as the armor, has no spiritual sense and no will.

What's the difference with a puppet?

This is the most primitive "technique of string control".

The descendants of Taixu are the descendants of the lower nine generations, if they live in peace and natural practice, they will inevitably become the master of the "art of controlling strings"!

The female lord sat on the throne of darkness.

Her palms, pulled by countless wind and snow hooks, were pulled into one silk thread after another.

It is the net of nothingness, and it is also the rope of illusion, pulling cause and effect, and pulling sentient beings.

This is the string of the void.

She had already planted a cause in this head, waiting for the "fruit".

What Chen Wanjuan is holding in his hand is the "string fruit".

Such a "string fruit" is extremely precious to oneself.

He even sold everything for it.

Just to wait for this moment to come-

Chen Wanjuan opened his eyes, and he saw a purple-shirted figure at the end of the wind and snow, walking silently and silently.

Wei Lingshan walked silently and silently, pressing on the scabbard with one hand, she was calm and silent, full of murderous aura.

Chen Wanjuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his big sleeves were spread, his palms were facing the sky, his hands were on the bridge, and the Confucian and Taoist breath slowly flowed from the bottom of the bridge.

In the midst of strong winds.

"Brother Chen, it's a long way to go, why did you come here. ”

Wei Lingshan, who was standing ten feet away, had a cold voice, pressing the simple wooden sword.

The murderous aura in the wooden sword almost irrepressibly overflowed outward, like a fierce beast roaring with anger in the wind and snow, and in the next moment, it would rush out of the scabbard and slaughter away.

Chen Wanjuan smiled and said, "Why do you have to be so murderous to me?"

"I trust Chen Wanjuan, who is a righteous man and gentleman in Luoyang City. ”

Wei Lingshan said calmly: "Not a sanctimonious hypocrite. ”

Chen Wanjuan pursed his lips, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"When you swallowed Yixia, you attacked and killed Xiao Buyi, and you carried out the most despicable and shameless sneak attack in the world, if you don't have the confidence to win, why do you want to be the enemy of your life?"

Wei Lingshan stood in the wind and snow, and she said slowly: "And the reason why you can quietly approach the Second Highness is also very simple...... You have accepted the gift of 'her'. ”

Chen Wanjuan patted his knees, lowered his eyebrows, and stood up.

He hummed softly.

"In that case, you and I have nothing to say, please go back. ”

Chen Wanjuan didn't respond, he just stood in front of the door of the wooden house and smiled softly.

He asked seriously, "Do you know why I'm here?"

Wei Lingshan didn't want to know the answer to this question.

On Chen Wanjuan's heart lake, a thick layer of green frost condensed, and he began to tremble.

He didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that when he saw the face of the purple-shirted figure, the green frost covering the heart lake shattered at this moment, and it would be difficult to lower the heart ape after that.

For what?

Isn't it just for this voice, this purple shirt, this canary that is locked in Luoyang City with his young companions?

Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles.

It's all for you.

The canary in the cage is no longer innocent, like a ripe fruit, waiting to be picked by others.

So, what is this person on the basis of someone else?

In Chen Wanjuan's eyes, the reflection of the lotus robe appeared for a moment, and it was torn apart by the invisible wind and frost.

He looked up, almost biting his lip, still with a polite and restrained smile on his face.

He stared at the slender woman in the purple shirt, and countless complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

Love, bitterness, desire, searching.

Crazy and bone-piercing, sword after sword, knife after knife, carved in the bones, pierced in the heart, blood splashed until it dried up, leaving behind ...... It's all one person's name—

"Wei Lingshan. ”

Chen Wanjuan raised his head with a smile, he spread his arms, and behind him was endless wind and snow, rumbling and levitating.

Heaven and earth are coming.

The cultivation of this Confucian and Taoist descendant climbed and climbed, and finally reached an incredible point.

The wooden house behind him is still strong.

Chen Wanjuan ignored the wooden house.

He just looked at the woman in purple in front of him persistently.

Wei Lingshan silently pressed the scabbard, the simple wooden sword, the scabbard was already a little unable to withstand the pressure, and under the flash of the wind and snow, it continued to tremble and tremble.

She looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Chen Wanjuan.

This young and shy "Brother Chen" in Luoyang City back then.

After being possessed by the wind and snow, he was more like a moth to a fire, wanton and selfless, immersed in his own world, staring at Wei Lingshan's pretty face, and no longer knowing the desire to burn himself.

Finally depressed, heavy, affectionately spoken.

"I'm here to make good on my promise—"

"Come back to Yincheng with me, I will take the entire Northern Wei Dynasty as a dowry. ”

The wind and snow roared, and countless vitality was instilled, and the purple clothes just stood silently in place, not dodging or dodging, within three feet, it was clean.

Three feet away, someone roared.

"Speak!"

......

......

A moment later.

Wei Lingshan said two words.

"Ridiculous. ”