One hundred and eighty-seven

In fact, she lost, in fact, she was about to admit defeat. [Ran^Text^Library] []

It's just why does he say he lost? Where did he lose?

She didn't know that the man really lost, lost in the sadness in her eyes.

A month later, Liu Yun finally woke up, this time, he was injured more than ever, and the first thing he saw after opening his eyes was the red and swollen eyes of a certain woman.

It's Qiong Xuan.

She saw his open eyes and smiled with tears on her face.

He raised his hand slightly, trembling, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes, but, it was just that his hand, which he couldn't lift the slightest strength, even moved a little hard. So he pulled his lips and laughed, laughing more ugly than crying, and the muscles in his face were torn in sharp pain.

The woman hurriedly stopped all his movements, she gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled purplely. Liu Yun looked at her, and suddenly burst out with endless tenderness.

A year later, Liu Yun's injuries were basically stable, and he and Fairy Qiongxuan walked along the forest paths and walked among the pine waves in the back mountains. The woman could feel his tenderness, but she could also feel the sadness hidden in the deepest part of his eyes, and she knew that he could not forget a woman, but she never asked, and he never said.

Time flowed unconsciously, Fang Youhua sent a letter, Zhao Qiongxuan returned to the peak, the teacher's order, she didn't dare to disobey, she was not a second commodity like Liu Yun.

At the time of parting, Liu Yun gently hugged her, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said: More than 100 years later, I will come to marry you.

The woman's cheeks instantly turned crimson, she didn't know how to answer, her heart was very good, she stood on tiptoe, pecked Liu Yun lightly on the lips, turned around and ran away.

Three years later, Liu Yun's injuries finally healed, but what was waiting for him was not a pleasant congratulations, Xiao Tian called him to the quiet room, and said: Sixth son, your obsession is too heavy, go to Sword Valley to retreat for ten years.

Liu Yun bowed down to receive the order and slowly retreated.

On the day of the retreat, Xiao Tian took him to jump off the cliff of the back mountain, somewhere on the cliff, Xiao Tian stopped his figure, pinched the fingers in his hand, and a stone door quietly appeared on the mountain stone that was originally connected on the stone wall, and with his last light click, the stone door burst open.

Xiao Tian stepped into the stone gate, Liu Yun followed behind him, and his figure flashed into the door, and the stone door behind him automatically closed, making a loud roar.

This is a very large space, on the circular stone wall, about * stone caves scattered on the stone wall, they stand on a corridor, a simple corridor built around this circle of stone walls, there are no handrails, there is nothing to rely on, this corridor is about one meter wide, under the corridor, is a huge space, this space, full of countless blades floating! I don't know what strength to rely on, these blades float in the air and swim slowly.

At the top of this cave is an uneven dome, and on the top, inlaid with several night pearls, provide light for this enclosed space. The cloister is in the middle of the cave wall, the cave is in the middle of the cloister wall, and the sword floats below and the night pearl hangs above it.

The feeling of emptiness and loneliness arises spontaneously. Around the stone wall was a circle of torches, shimmering like dancing elves.

A man came out of a cave. The long black hair hung down on the ground and dragged on the ground as he walked step by step, his face was white and beardless, his face was like a crown of jade, extremely handsome, but between his eyebrows, there was a touch of sorrow that could not be erased, like the desolation of eternal existence, infecting everyone and every inch of space.

Xiao Tian sighed and said, "Little junior brother, don't you still want to go out of the valley?"

The black-haired man slowly looked up at Xiao Tiandao: Second Senior Brother, I'm used to being here, I don't want to leave here, and besides, some time ago, my Yuan Shen wandered in the void, and I sensed that I am afraid that it will not be peaceful in the last few hundred years, Second Senior Brother, you must be careful!

Xiao Tian is in the sky, and the primordial spirit wanders in the void, and only true immortals can! Could it be that the little junior brother has already reached the realm of true immortals? Why is he unwilling to soar? Why is he stranded in the world?

Xiao Tian nodded and said: For the sake of my brother, you still have a chance to go out, now you don't even know a few of your teachers and nephews, let's go out and have a look! Zi'er misses you very much.

Zi'er is cloud purple. The black-haired man sighed lightly and said, "Senior brother, when it's time to go out, I will naturally go out, why rush for a while?" Hey~~~

This sigh made Xiao Tian have nothing to say, and after a long silence, he pulled Liu Yun beside him forward and said: This is my youngest disciple, just like you back then, you teach him for me!

With Xiao Tian's words, the black-haired man's gaze fell on Liu Yun, he looked at Liu Yun silently, did not speak, with his eyesight, he could see Liu Yun Liu Yun's state at a glance!

Xiao Tian said a few more words, then turned around and walked out of Sword Valley, and the stone door on the cliff wall slammed shut.

The black-haired man beckoned to Liu Yun lightly and said, "Little friend, come, come here."

Liu Yun's head was full of black lines, how could this sentence be so similar to the lines of the evil uncle's abduction of Lori? He squirmed and pinched forward, looking at the black-haired man with a look of hope, pretending to be purely pretending to be this pious hope.

The black-haired man stretched out his hand and didn't say anything polite, he said: Take out the wine!

Liu Yun was extremely reluctant to tear off the wine gourd around his waist and handed it to this cheap uncle, who picked up the wine gourd and pulled out the lid without saying a word and took a sip, he squinted his eyes and had an expression of enjoyment, and he remembered it for a long time!

He said: Good nephew, sure enough, good wine! Uncle Shi, I haven't drunk for a long time, today I will have a drunken dream and death, you can find a stone room to live in, and tomorrow Uncle Shi will hand you over the tricks.

After speaking, without waiting for Liu Yun to react, the black-haired man turned around and strode towards his cave.

Liu Yun wanted to stop his uncle and pour him some wine several times, but he was embarrassed.

The next day, Lao Liu didn't drink all night and was hungry and thirsty, with a nervous mood, he ran to Uncle Shi's cave to steal a cup to quench his hunger, and the sleeping Uncle suddenly started to punch drunk at this time!

A fat beating! It's really a fat beating without a trace!

Lao Liu wanted to cry without tears, his face was bruised, and he was addicted to alcohol, but he couldn't drink half of it!

It wasn't until half a month later! It wasn't until half a month later that the little uncle, who had been in a drunken dream, finally woke up for half a moment! He called Liu Yun with a wine burp, and said with drunken eyes: What if... If one day, one day, you can steal the wine gourd while I don't know it, I... I'll teach you a trick.........

Lao Liu's heart was overjoyed when he heard this! Finally, he had hope! But he didn't know that this hope was the beginning of his tragic fate!

Every time he steals alcohol, he is beaten up with an unexpected drunken fist!

One day, Lao Liu finally couldn't bear this kind of torture, and said to Uncle Shi who died: I won't play anymore! Uncle Shi, you can be gracious! Bypass the disciple!

However, what answered him was Uncle Shi's snoring one after another, so loud, so heartbreaking! He looked at the wine gourd that Uncle Shi was holding in his sleep, and did not dare to take a step forward, he knew that as long as he stepped forward even one inch, Uncle Shi's elusive drunken fist would definitely leave a deep mark on his eyes!

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