There is a cocoon for brocade clothes, and there is no choice but to tie the rope and horseshoe. Looking at the moon and listening to the sound of the waves, the sunrise is more looking forward to the sunset. Fairy Dream Nixia will **, where is the bosom friend to stroke the Qin Ji. Yingqiao wrote poems and cooked wine, and traveled together on the fairy road.

-- He Yingqiao.

Written in the early spring of the First Sino-Japanese War.

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The Styx Valley of the underworld has restored its original peace, and the once purple moon lake has also disappeared into the darkness. The underworld ushered in a dark night that lasted for half a year.

I don't know how long it took, under a cliff near Purple Moon Lake, two black shadows flew out quickly and quietly disappeared into Purple Moon Lake. The surface of the Purple Moon Lake has been gray, but the water is still purple and has not completely faded.

"The Purple Golden Lotus was really taken away. I don't know who it is, let's get married and have a son under this puddle and live our little life! ”

"It's like death, it's all at this time, and I still have the heart to joke. ”

"Lady, it's not a joke to be a husband. Taking advantage of the fact that the metallic aura here is still sufficient and has not been completely swallowed by the dark qi, the husband has to arrange a large, medium and small thirty-three lock spirit arrays, hoping to survive a year under this pool. ”

After Meteor finished speaking, he immediately began to dig up the silt at the bottom of the pool, and soon dug out a passage dozens of zhang deep, and then dug a U-shaped channel up a few zhang away, and then dug out a space the size of one zhang. Ruyu also began to help strengthen the four walls and arrange the new house. Immediately, Meteor really arranged thirty-three locking spirit arrays on that space and the entrance of the passage. After three days of non-stop work, I finally shielded the stagnant water and dried the new house. After more than 200 years of staying together, the sword rain meteor has finally been cultivated into a positive fruit round house.

New as ** churning, love has the power to collide. Men only care about the people around them when they are in a critical moment, while women will only increase their dependence on the men around them little by little in the continuous tempering. Women are miserable because it is easy for them to get promises, but it is difficult to get true love. Men don't believe in fate and only believe in themselves most of the time. In fact, men are more fragile and easier to change than women. Only the women around you can make themselves firm in body and mind.

Losing support, losing possession, anyone will become ruthless. On the contrary, with support and feeling rich, then a dog's tail grass on the side of the road is cute. Therefore, the mood determines the favor.

The sword rain meteor really quieted down, and the elusive god transformation stage monk Jiang Tai and Han Cong, who had just made a splash in the West Sea Islands in the endless sea area of Zhongzhou, also disappeared, and no one would care where they went except their relatives and friends. There weren't many relatives and friends of a monk in the first place, not to mention that in the cultivation realm, it was not strange for a person to disappear for years, decades, or even hundreds of years.

The West Sea Islands are as lively as ever. With the business of Han Ji Distillery led by Wu Haoran, Tang Yun and Yang Yingjie, it is getting better and better. A few months passed, and Qionghua Yulu became less and less, but Han Cong did not contact them. Wu Haoran's wisdom was brought into play again, and he felt that it was not enough to sell only one kind of wine, and he also sold it to the mainland of Zhongzhou at the same time

of the spirit wine. In order to make ends meet, the health camp and Shadow Ying also secretly manipulated other businesses, and quickly stabilized the lives of more than 300 people.

The contacts are widespread, and the mobile crowd in the West Sea Islands has also brought about major events in Zhongzhou, and they can even inquire about the news about Warcraft Island.

Here, except for the Korean characters in Xiaohan Island and Han Ji Distillery, which remind who is their owner, the others have nothing to do with Han Cong.

On the Danxia of the Zhongzhou Continent, more than a dozen god-transforming monks surrounded Zhu Danhua at the top of the Danyun Sect and quarreled endlessly. No matter how Zhu Danhua argued that he didn't get the Purple Golden Lotus, these Divine Transformation Stage monks who participated in the trip to the underworld didn't believe it. Just as Zhu Danhua was speechless, Jiang Tai appeared.

"Fellow Daoists, I wish Daoyou didn't deceive everyone, she really didn't get the Purple Golden Lotus. To tell you the truth, I'm just an out-of-body incarnation now. My essence has been imprisoned in the underworld by King Ozhan Shura. King Ozhan Shura has also blocked the passage to the underworld in the underworld, and the Eye of the Black Sea has been destroyed by him. Please rest assured, as long as the Demon Realm does not completely control Warcraft Island, as long as my Jiang family is still there, the Underworld will not dare to enter our Zhongzhou. Now let's spend more energy to deal with the Demon Realm Cultivators on Warcraft Island!"

A group of god-transforming stage monks dispersed unhappily, this was just a small episode, and the Zhongzhou Continent began a normal trajectory again.

It's another year of Black Sea Eye activity, but Black Sea Eye is not active. Some monks even dared to enter the Eye of the Black Sea, but unfortunately, that whirlpool channel did not suck or spray. It was full of turbulent wind blades, and not long after the Yuanying Monk entered, white bones swirled out of the sea. In the end, two god-transforming monks entered the investigation, but they escaped with serious injuries with great effort. It was as if the Eye of the Black Sea had fallen into a deep sleep. Year after year, ten years passed, and the Eye of the Black Sea was almost forgotten by the monks.

In the past ten years, the Zhongzhou Continent has failed to achieve three teleportation arrays leading to the east for 40 million miles, and has no choice but to add three teleportation arrays in the middle in a row while increasing the power of the teleportation array, and finally succeeded reluctantly, but a teleportation of less than ten people needs to burn hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit stones, which makes the six sects and ten major families angry. So it was good to shorten the teleportation distance again and increase the teleportation array. Zhongzhou has quarreled countless times with the six sects and the ten major families over this matter, but the support for Warcraft Island cannot be questioned by any force, because Warcraft Island is lost, and the Demon World is based on Warcraft Island, and it is possible to enter Zhongzhou within a hundred years. Therefore, the high-ranking cultivators of Zhongzhou believed that even if the Demon Beast Island was destroyed, it could not be left to the Demon Realm.

When Wu Haoran, Tang Yun, and Yang Yingjie heard this, they could only sigh silently in their hearts, the only thing they could do was to try to cultivate a place in Zhongzhou where more monks from Warcraft Island could flee to stay.

On the other hand, Zhongzhou also spent a huge amount of money to teleport the past three Transformation Stage Monks and dozens of Yuan Infant Monks. Why don't you go to the Divine Transformation Stage Monks? Because the spiritual energy of the Heaven and Earth of Warcraft Island is limited, the Transformation Stage Monks can only exert their cultivation at the end of the Yuan Infant Period.

The distant Warcraft Island, because of the expiration of the ten-year peace agreement, because of a little demon captain ** a concubine of a royal beast sect and a Yuanying monk, and pierced the expired waste paper and started a large-scale mutual battle. After ten years of intensive training, the twelve dragon soul warriors have all entered the primordial infant stage. The original instructors of the three dragon soul warriors, except for Zhou Qian, Long Xiu and Jiang Chen never left Han Fusheng's side, and they fell in love with each other for a long time. Zhou Qian inherited the position of the commander of the Lu Jian Pioneer Battalion, and expanded it to the vanguard army of 300,000 to defend the two major monk camps in the Warcraft Mountain Range. The large and small clans are still interspersed with guerrilla attacks on each layer of the Demon Beast Mountain Range as they did before the Great War.

On this day, Du Yumei, who had returned from a sabotage mission in the inner layer of the Warcraft Mountain Range, had just settled the battleship when someone came to look for her.

"Miss Yu, Lord Cheng Hu and Lord Ning Feiyan ask to see you. ”

"I must have come to ask about Han Cong's news again, so I said that I was tired and didn't see me. ”

"Nothing to see! It's easy to grow old when you're stuck in this iron shell. I heard Fusheng say that if anyone in this world knows Han Cong's whereabouts, it is only you. ”

"Why?"

"The little kid who was resurrected is now suddenly not interested in the Lihuo Gate and the Thousand Illusion Sect, but he is pestering Jiang Chen to teach him the art of divination and the method of deduction. Last night he drank with us at the old drunkard's place, using the gossip mirror and the yin and yang fish to divinate a hexagram. said that Han Cong's life was bleak, I am afraid that he is in a catastrophe, and calculated that only you know Han Cong's news. Han Cong appears once every ten years, and every time there is a wonderful and exciting event, I am looking forward to it! Now the monk and the princess of the demon world have begun to fight each other again. There was also a rebellion of Han Rui, Han Cheng, Wu Yuting, Tong Tong, and other monks who were closely related to Han Cong, although the six sects had issued a joint extermination order, but no one could kill them. ”

Cheng Hu pursed his mouth and continued:

"Three days ago, Han Fusheng and Tong Tong met for the fifth time in Fulong Valley. The resurrection was defeated. Now Tong Tong's sky-breaking magic axe and black cloud leopard are extremely fierce, and Zhou Qian and I have fought several times, and none of them can help him. They also said that only Fusheng can have a good time with him, and we are not opponents at all. If we weren't friends with his master and showed mercy, we would have been condemned to the mountain of immortality. ”

"Also, maybe the princess is also merciful, she seems to be interested in Han Cong too, I heard that Cheng Hu once bumped into the hand of the princess of the demon world, and people said that you were Han Cong's friend and spared your life. Du Yumei said with a smile.

"Hehe, the eldest lady really can't open any pot. I don't know which mouth is not strict to say. But people also said that Han Cong's bastard is loved and hated, it's better never to show up, eldest miss, you can sue us!"

Du Yumei looked at the two and sighed:

"Actually, I met Han Cong once after the Battle of Bulao Mountain, he was in a very distant place to play in the mountains and rivers, I don't know where it is, but I can help you ask. ”

After Du Yumei finished speaking, she took out a small bronze mirror from her chest. After a while, a golden light flashed in the bronze mirror. Du Yumei then turned the bronze mirror to the white wall in front of her. In the projection, countless golden lights seem to be shuttling through a time and space tunnel. But when the golden light stopped flickering, it was still yellow. However, there are voices of men and women humming and talking.

"Hmph..."

"Hmm..."

"Ho..."

"Ahh

After a long time, the three of them listened inexplicably, and each thought about it, if it weren't for the mother's thousands of instructions to use this bronze mirror once less, and not to open the magic trick as a last resort, Du Yumei really wanted to turn it off immediately. After a while, there was a rough and hurried voice. After a few more moments, someone spoke.

...... There are no traces of flowers and tears in the fairy mountain, and the road is long and the birds are frightened. Proud of the sword, the blood-dripping hero has no return. Thank you for paying attention to Yingqiao Xiaosheng's "Xianlu Pride Dripping Blood", if you like this book, please vote for the flower subscription to support Yingqiao Xiaosheng.

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